"Hey, have you heard about that Jake guy?"
Jake? You mean that adventurer who dragged his sex slave around the dungeon just like me? Yeah, but that old guy seemed to treat his slave pretty roughly.
Last time, he was raving about how the best pleasure came from jamming it straight down her throat, and he even recommended I try it on mine.
Watching that, I remember thinking even in this other world, Irama Chio really exists.
I like fellatio fine, but I didn't want to force something as hardcore as Irama Chio on Ria.
Of course, since I've already been isekai'd here, I do make her do morning fellatio.
Slave. Morning fellatio. It's the ultimate fantasy, right? Fantasy fulfilled.
Still, I figure I'm in the top 1% of masters. I treat her pretty well, or so I like to think.
Ria never shows any sign of hating it, which just reinforces that idea. If anything, she sometimes tempts me so subtly that I can't even go soft.
Every day feels like I'm perpetually rock-hard.
Ahem.
"That guy... his slave cut off both his balls."
...Pardon?
"As you know, the seal on a sex slave is different from a combat slave's. Jake bought a sex slave, but she had high combat aptitude. So her power kept growing until last night, when it got strong enough to shatter the sex slave seal."
...I've got a sex slave too, and we're diving into dungeons together.
"Heh heh. Jake always said he treated his slave decently, but who knows. Making her wake him up every morning by sucking his dick? How does anyone come up with something so novel and vulgar?"
Haha. Sounds like the source of that vulgar idea is standing right next to you. I bragged about it once—said morning fellatio was the best.
"The slave destroyed her own seal and this morning... she snipped off his junk and bolted from the city. Should've bought one with a proper combat slave seal from the start if he wanted to fight, tsk tsk."
I unloaded a thick one this morning myself, so that's some scary news.
But from what I know, Jake's already cleared up to the 10th floor of the dungeon...
I'm planning to break through the 20th today. And lately, Ria's been carrying me through most of it.
Mr. Jake. Looked like he was getting along fine with his slave, and then this happens. Hahahahaha.
"Bummer for him."
Time to bail.
It's been a whole year since I fled Dungeon City to protect my mighty little soldier.
They say old habits die hard, and sure enough, I went and bought another slave.
But this time, I made sure to pick one that looked weak. Visually, she seems like a fragile little girl. And she's cute!
That said, humans in this world have a bit of a prejudice against beastkin, and the one I wanted looked a little sickly, like her grip on sanity was slipping.
"White hair, red eyes, fox beastkin. I can't resist."
I bought her on the spot without a second thought. She looked weak anyway, and the slave trader guaranteed it with his shop's warranty when I bought Mimi.
Oh, I just named her Mimi on a whim—felt like it suited a fox beastkin.
Lately, though... things have gotten a bit weird.
Me, who'd heard that horrifying true story in Dungeon City that'd make any man cringe.
Because of that, I haven't touched Mimi sexually yet.
Having a pretty slave like Mimi around made me want to ravage her in a storm of sex right away. But if I ended up like Mr. Jake, it'd be an irreversible catastrophe.
No choice but to take it slow, build up carefully, and care for Mimi with all my heart.
Thanks to that, she's lost that frail, trembling look from before.
Yeah. But it's only been a year since I bought her—how'd she grow this much?
"Huh? You didn't know? Beastkin have that racial trait—once they build up a certain amount of strength, they grow rapidly."
Eh? Was that a thing? I'm not a native here, so I'm weak on common knowledge like that. But I haven't taken her into the dungeon or hunting even once—how's she getting stronger?
"Heh heh heh. Why do you think humans shun beastkin? Most of them get stronger just by breathing, slowly but surely. Varies by individual, of course."
What is this, Dragon Balls or some shit? Broccoli nonsense. Stronger just by breathing? Is the balance in this world that fucked? Damn. No wonder they tossed some bullshit ability my way.
"Speaking of, you're brave for keeping a fox beastkin as a slave."
"What're you talking about?"
"Heh. Like I thought yesterday, you need to learn more common sense. You don't know the urban legends about fox beastkin?"
Urban legends my ass.
"Not sure if it's true, but in the eastern regions, they say fox beastkin... eat human livers."
That reminded me of Mimi lately staring at me with this flushed, eerie look. Back then, I was just like, "Hehe, our Mimi is so damn cute."
Come to think of it, her eyes then... yeah. Like a predator eyeing prey.
Once that thought hit, a flood of other memories surged up. Was it the day before yesterday?
[Master! Master!... Slurp. Master!]
Thinking back, she was definitely smacking her lips and swallowing saliva.
I wondered what was up, but no way...
"Legends are just legends, and your slave doesn't seem like the type anyway. If anything... Hey. You listening?"
I didn't stay healthy, avoid booze, and eat all those supplements just to hand over my fresh liver to someone!
"Hmm... nope, not listening."
Time to bolt.
"Nngh..."
"Haha. What do you think?"
"She's definitely human, right? No combat power at all, for sure?"
"Oh yes, sir. She's just unpopular because of her hair color. Our firm never! Deals! In! Defective! Goods. The rumors about pink hair are baseless—it's rare, so people talk. No proven cases."
"Hmm..."
Ah, fuck. I'd sworn off slaves, but looking at her, I can't hold back. And she's not a beastkin, so no random power-ups. So just! This once. One last big purchase!
"Alright! I'll take her."
Pink and cute from every angle! How could I resist?
I can't. Cash, please.