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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 Pact of the Bitch Slave

So busy!!!

Ever since I left the city, I hadn't done any alchemy development for a while, leading to constant complaints that I'm not really an alchemist. No choice—even now, heavily injured, battered and half-dead, I still have to rush back to work. Being the protagonist is tough!

After the martial tournament ended, I hurried back to this underground laboratory to finish up unfinished work. Tonight is the final night of the Harvest Festival—the whole city will hold a grand evening banquet with fireworks, and two-thirds of my private rear garden will be opened to guests. To prevent accidents, the lab must be sealed first—but I need to wrap up a few loose ends.

"Master, Lahi has been brought here."

"Come in."

Near dusk, I sat comfortably in the lab's work chair, flipping through documents, when Jenna brought Lahi into my private laboratory.

All mages and sorcerers have their own labs for developing new spells and artifacts, but different tiers of mages with different equipment quality affect the results. Besides Lahi, this was Jenna's first time entering my lab. As a saintess, she naturally participated in magical research, but I guarantee my lab's equipment far outclasses her clan's poor, rundown facilities.

Both girls looked curious, their eyes roaming over the forbidden tools. While they admired the lab, I admired the beautiful sight before me.

Jenna wore a sexy silver gown with an open chest and sleeveless design. A white silk scarf covered the slave collar around her neck. Her silver hair was tied into a high bun adorned with small red, yellow, and blue lilies. Her forty-three-inch smooth, slender legs were especially eye-catching under the dress—admiring them alone was enough to get hard. On her left ankle dangled the sapphire anklet I gave her.

Lahi still wore her maid outfit—it seemed she truly loved it. Like Jenna, her head was decorated with lilies.

Tonight's grand banquet had them both prepared and excited, their faces glowing.

Originally curious like a country girl visiting the city, Lahi's gaze suddenly locked onto the "Dream Fantasy Egg" on my desk. I knew my calculation was spot-on.

"Lahi, are you getting used to living here these two days?"

"Mm, the clothes here are comfy, food is delicious, big sister has ring, Master has ring—Lahi very happy."

Jenna looked slightly stunned, but I couldn't help laughing: "Master doesn't have ring—Master is friendly."

"Ring… friendly… wah… dizzy…" Lahi collapsed.

"Master, what are these things?"

"Heh heh heh… spoils of war. This is the 'Curse Beast Collar,' this is the 'Dream Fantasy Egg,' and this book… is 'Elderly Care' (Professional Bitch Rearing Guide)."

"Wow… so big and beautiful! Cook Wheel, is this a big wolf's egg?" Lahi somehow crawled to the desk edge, half her face peeking out, eyes wide as she stared at the large egg. It was Asadu's treasure—about the size of a one-month-old baby, covered in colorful patterns, looking like a work of art.

"Silly, wolves give birth live, not lay eggs."

"Cook Wheel is silly. Uncle Storyteller in the village said big wolves lay eggs."

"HAHAHA… What kind of wolf lays eggs? A lust wolf?"

"No! No! No! Not lust wolf—greedy wolf."

"HAHAHA… So wolves lay eggs? Truly a discovery of the century! Lahi is so knowledgeable and brilliant!"

"Big sister, Cook Wheel says Lahi smart—Lahi very smart!"

Jenna held back laughter until she nearly burst. Even I felt a bit perverted. This beautiful elf glared at me resentfully, so I had to restrain myself.

"Alright, Lahi—Master has a special task for you: incubate this egg and see what hatches."

"But… but… Lahi never incubated eggs before… clumsy hands and feet…"

"Heh heh heh… You do know yourself well, but don't worry—just hold it often. I've coated the egg with magic potion. Unless soaked in water, you won't be able to break it even if you try." With that, I tapped it lightly with a small hammer. A wave of strange light rippled across the shell like water—yet the egg remained intact.

"Wow, amazing! Cook Wheel rest assured—Lahi will try hard to hatch it! Egg… egg…" She hugged the Dream Fantasy Egg, dancing happily while examining it.

"Master… what exactly is this egg? Why specifically give it to Lahi…"

"The Dream Fantasy Egg has been in Asadu's hands for years but never hatched. After researching, I suspect it's a dragon egg—so I let Lahi try. After all, she carries some dragon aura."

"But Lahi is a virgin… she…"

"This has nothing to do with virginity. Incubating eggs is a female dragon's innate instinct. If Lahi can hatch it, she'll instinctively know what to do without teaching."

"Mm… Jenna understands."

Still clutching the egg tightly, Lahi curiously looked at my other toys. She came back and asked: "Cook Wheel, what's this strap thing?"

"This is the Curse Beast Collar—dangerous. Don't touch it." Hearing "dangerous," Lahi immediately hid behind Jenna, peeking out cautiously. The Curse Beast Collar is truly evil—a lewd tool from dark-path training. Once worn, regardless of gender, one hears constant animal calls urging loyalty to the master, with heightened lust—even dreaming of becoming a lewd beast.

"Master, what about this mask?" Jenna pointed to the ivory mask. Carved from ivory and inlaid with red, blue, and green gems—it looked like a rare treasure. When I captured the Semen-Sucking Lady, it fell from her face. Likely the artifact she used to change appearance.

No wonder even Jenna's Emerald Eye was fooled—it wasn't illusion or mind control, but an artifact ability.

"Mm, I've studied this mask for a long time but found nothing. It's not listed in alchemy encyclopedias under mask series—no idea how to use it."

"Cook Wheel, are those slimes?"

Along the wall stood three large glass tanks, each filled with blue, black, and red solutions containing over a dozen tiny slimes. These were samples brought back from the holy elf clan, then bred into new varieties.

"Mm, correct. Lahi knows about slimes?"

"Mm, saw them sometimes in the countryside."

"Master, is this the new research you mentioned?"

"Exactly."

"But slimes are the lowest creatures—almost no abilities. Even low-level summoners don't contract them. What does Master plan to use them for?"

Hearing Jenna's view, I couldn't help sighing while holding my wrist. She has great talent in magic and deep insight into using it, but her straightforward personality limits her to learning and applying—unable to innovate.

Facing this long-legged beauty—dressed to make any man hard—I could only speak softly: "Good girl Jenna, have you heard of 'evolution'?"

"Of course."

"Evolution is mysterious. One evolution completely changes a creature. Like dragons and dragon beasts—differing vastly in power, intelligence, and ecology—but in evolution terms, they're only one level apart."

"Ah… so if slimes can evolve…"

"Evolution alone isn't enough. Look at these three tanks—infused with trace water, fire, and dark elements. If they evolve in these environments, the results will be unimaginable."

"It's a good idea, but it feels like gambling…"

"Silly girl—all success is built on countless failures. Alright, that's enough for today. Take Lahi to enjoy the evening banquet—I still have work."

"Yes, Master. Jenna excuses herself."

"Cook Wheel—Lahi excuses, excuses."

Night had fallen. After tidying up, I sealed the underground lab and training chamber, then went to Ibesha's resting room. According to Jenna, since receiving Crimson Eye treatment, she hadn't woken. But time-wise it shouldn't be possible—I suspected she was awake but unwilling to get up.

Pushing the door open, Ibesha lay straight on the bed in a loose pink nightgown—like a sleeping little princess. I quietly sat by her pillow, gently brushing aside her dark red hair.

Don't underestimate Asadu just because I toyed with him—he was only restrained by my "food chain." His methods for training women are extremely cruel. According to his "Professional Bitch Rearing Guide," the most authentic evil-path bitch training involves raising women together with real dogs—eating, sleeping, and of course group mating.

Ibesha endured two years of humiliation—experiences I can't imagine. It's understandable she wouldn't want to wake after recovering memories.

"Ibesha."

Her eyelids twitched slightly, but she stubbornly pretended to sleep. I gently lifted her, letting her rest against my chest in my arms. I said nothing—just held her like an infant, lightly patting her butt. After a quiet moment, she let out mosquito-like sobs. I didn't disturb her—crying was good. Let her release the pain in her heart.

After crying a while, Ibesha finally opened her eyes. Crystal tears rolled in them. Her cute little face blushed pale inside red—her pitiful crying beauty nearly broke my heart.

"I'm Sorola—that damned pig-head Asadu's brother. But I'm different from him—you should feel it."

"I… I… So…" Ibesha tried to speak, but after two years of silence, her vocal functions couldn't recover instantly. It might take one or two months of practice. Besides speech, her hands and feet needed time to re-coordinate.

"Baby doesn't need to speak. I'll talk—you nod or shake your head." Ibesha was weakly held tight in my arms. Up close, she had no choice but to let me clearly admire her beauty. Truly Asadu's carefully selected premium beauty—yet it was precisely this beauty that caused her so much tragedy.

Being called "Baby," Ibesha 's already flushed cheeks turned even redder. Her breathing quickened noticeably, heartbeat pounding into my ears.

In this world of the survival of the fittest, the weak belong to the strong. Whether she liked me or not—she was already my property. Treating her kindly wasn't natural; she had to understand her position. And after major trauma, a little care from me could easily capture her heart.

"You already belong to me—understand?" Ibesha nodded slightly, but her eyes showed complex emotions—mixed sorrow and relief.

"You like being bitch puppy Xiao Sha, right? Remember—no lying."

Ibesha froze, showing confusion. This was a strange reaction. From Asadu 's training, she must have tasted extreme sexual pleasure—her body fully developed. Even if unwilling, she would crave perverse sex. But on the other hand, recalling childhood made her unable to accept that filthy, inhuman past.

Simply put—her mind wanted to return to Ibesha, but her body craved pet life.

"You are my Sorola's pet. You have no right to negotiate with me, but as your master, making you happy is my responsibility.

I can let you live a normal life—as Ibesha, doing what you like. But when beside me, you're my most cherished pet Xiao Sha. Xiao Sha's identity will be secret—only known inside the mansion. Any problem?"

Ibesha stared at me for a long time. I could clearly feel her complex emotions. Now, her mind and body carried dog traits. The bitch's absolute loyalty and dependence on her master had deeply imprinted her thoughts. Even if I generously let her leave, her body couldn't leave me.

Leaving her master means she can't survive—this was the terrifying, invisible prohibition implanted in bitch brains.

My suggestion was the best of both worlds—and she had no right or capital to refuse. Finally, she nodded in understanding. Satisfied, I lowered my head and kissed the little dog I had tamed. Long trained, she had no "resistance" instinct—obediently opening her mouth for her master to do as he pleased.

"From now on, you are my Sorola's private pet bitch. You must obey and listen—Master guarantees you'll live happily. To celebrate, Master gives you a welcome gift."

I lifted Xiao Sha and went to the room's balcony. A girl from a good family was indeed different—her healthy muscles soft and tender, boneless to the touch. One feel and you knew she was premium quality.

I whistled into the dark night. Moments later, over a dozen white light points flew from the mountains, exploding into colorful fireworks—adorning the lonely night sky while lighting the earth in splendor. Below the balcony, lights suddenly brightened, accompanied by beautiful singing. Fina, Jenna, Alice, and other girls began dancing with guests. On the central small platform, famous courtesan Siqian performed live.

"Xiao Sha—beautiful?" Ibesha in my arms couldn't answer. She stared dazedly at the long-missed fireworks and song, tears rolling down again.

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