Now, Slave Master is where it’s really at. I’m starting to really believe in the supremacy of this class. Well, for primordials like me. If I could only select one class to have, it certainly wouldn’t be this one, so it’s understandable why humans think it to be weak.
[Master’s Link: A true Slave Master lives in the lap of luxury, indulging in the pleasures of life- be it the warmth of the opposite gender, lavish feasts, or the finest comforts wealth can buy. With so much to enjoy, there’s little time to personally oversee the actions of their properties.
Master’s Link resolves this inconvenience, allowing the master to communicate with their slaves at any time, from anywhere, as long as they share the same realm. From the comfort of their mansion, they can issue precise orders, effortlessly maintaining control.
Slaves, while forbidden from speaking to one another to prevent scheming among themselves, are able to speak freely to the master whenever they wish, providing insight, requests, or updates on their assigned tasks. This ensures the master can remain informed without ever leaving their seat of power, while still preventing any risk of rebellion.
Should the master not wish to be disturbed, slaves can be blocked from using the link.]
A very long description, basically telling me that I can have a two-way telepathy with those that are bound to me, with a bit of slavery themed text added on top of it. I really want to know who is responsible for these descriptions… If it’s the Goddess herself, then she isn’t as innocent as I thought her to be.
Whoever is behind the system, they aren’t the brightest tools in the shed for sure, as each time I went through a body transfiguration, it was never mentioned that any such effect would happen. Also, Primordial Villain’s evil class assimilation wasn’t included in its description either. I think it was supposed to be its innate spell but was left out of the description…
Anyhow, 3 points well spent. I’m left with 19.
I activate it instantly.
Both girls in my arms almost jump out of their skin with fright. “Master!!! An evil spirit that mimics Master’s voice to brainwash Blossom is in Blossom’s head!!! Restrain her quickly before she is overtaken!” My dog-kin yells, utterly terrified.
“… Quinlan, explain yourself.” Ayame seems to have a better grasp on the situation, but I can tell that her heart rate had spiked greatly as well.
I chuckle and tighten my arms around them reassuringly. I respond using the Master’s Link instead of my lips and summon my ability description as well for better clarity.
Ayame just sighs dejectedly. “So, another amazing ability. I think I heard of this one, but only a few hedonistic rich kids that want to do nothing but waste their lives away have this class of yours, so it’s not very well documented. And now I will have to listen to your annoying voice even when we are not in vicinity of each other… *sigh*”
Damn, two sighs in a single statement?
“This is amazing! Master, teach Blossom how to use it!”
“Have you tried? I just have to think about activating it, think who I want to speak to, and it works.”
“Ok!”
[Slave Blossom wishes to establish communication with you. Accept or deny?]
‘Accept.’ ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
She asks while having wide, hopeful eyes.
She shouts excitedly, then jumps on my chest, pushing a yelping Ayame to the ground in the process, and begins assaulting me with her wet tongue.
She keeps shouting her confessions straight into my mind while kissing and licking my face all over.
Looks like her genius idea for using telepathy to its maximum efficiency is to be able to speak to me while also using her mouth to kiss me.
She’s just way too adorable. I let her indulge while watching Ayame from the side of my eyes with amusion.
She’s lying next to the bed on the ground lifelessly, not showing much motivation at all to get back up.
I think the recent events that went down since I gated us back from the outpost had been way too much for her.
I can already tell that a overblown drama session is about happen down there.
Suddenly she begins banging her right fist on the wooden floorboards and cursing like a seasoned sailor.
‘Yep, it’s here.’
“Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck! I just know it… This shameless bastard will keep leveling this shitty class up- no, it will be ME leveling it up for him- and will get more and more slave buffing abilities… I will… Fuck… I already know it…!
In the end it will be me who declines freedom when it’s presented to me with my own free will for the benefits of being his slave… I’m basically cursing myself to remaining his property just by winning my own battles because it gives him Slave Master XP…!!! There’s just no justice when it comes to this guy! The Goddess is simping after him or something, I don’t know!
And I can’t even vent my frustrations by hitting these floorboards properly because I would fall to the room below… Someone just… put me out of my misery…” She whines and wails with much more theatrics than warranted.
Instead of calming down she begins straight up shrieking like a crazed banshee while holding her hands to her ears. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
I can’t help but sigh at the sad sight of her wriggling form.
Man, we truly are some horrible neighbors to have.