Since Selene was out cold I couldn’t exactly begin venting my anger on her just yet, thus I stood. While utilizing the [Overlord’s Eyes] spell, I lost control over my own body, so I had to remain seated.
“How did it go?” Seraphiel asked. She was the only one who stayed with and protected me. My four lovers had rushed off to buy whatever they needed to surprise me, the six elves were still standing like statues around the Geim – though I wouldn’t have accepted even if they offered to guard me while I was absorbed in the spell. Our trust was not on that level just yet.
The only other people who I could ask to guard me were the few low-level guard slaves, but they were honestly only here to act as food offerings in case any hungry monster accidentally sauntered its way into the legendary veiling artifact’s covered territory. I rather them be eaten than my labor slaves, and especially the expensive slaves like Ronan and Iselda, let alone have a monster go on a rampage and destroy the building my construction slaves have been working on.
Lyra was the final choice available, but she was a promising young girl who I had high hopes for. I wanted to give her the ‘premium combat slave’ treatment akin to what Seraphiel received back when I bought her.Thus, I wanted to give her some time off to get acclimated to her new environment.
As for why I sent Abudha back with Iris and not her? Because Lyra’s supposed master was dead, which meant she should be back there lying on the ground, paralyzed. If the three disciplines saw her happily walking around, they would surely have some hard-to-answer questions for the pink-haired tanker.
“Pretty well I would say. We’ll have some time to ourselves before the last round. Wanna go for a short walk?”
She smiled at the good news before accepting my invitation with a small bob of her head. “Sure, master.” The gorgeous elf then let out a playful giggle, “I can see that you’re learning from your past endeavors and adapting to the situation accordingly. Now that I’m barefoot in a wonderful forest you believe that you will surely have better chances at hitting on me than you did while I was masquerading around in that horrible, stuffy legwear while also constantly having to worry about the many enemies around us.”
Damn. This woman read me as if I were an open book.
“Why can’t you be simple like Blossom? No wonder she is the best girl. Not only did I reveal that I have a very close relationship with Luminara, but your race’s religious creature, the Geim, is in my possession as well. Shouldn’t you be drooling at the tantalizing sight of joining my harem? Blossom would’ve long since been slobbering me with wet kisses if she were you.”
“Nice rant you got there, master. You’re off to an outstanding start in today’s attempt at getting me to spread my legs for you.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t very gentlemanly of me.”
“Hehehe…” She chuckled at our playful conversation. She knew that I was only jesting. “You know, back when we met and you were considering buying me for that exorbitant amount, you said you firmly believed that me going with you was in my best interest. You were absolutely right.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not saying this because of your mind-breaking revelations about being a primordial or you having the privilege to get in a bath with the first elf while she is buck naked, or any other such otherworldly news I learned about you. It’s simply because you’re an amazing pillar of support for those you care about. What’s more is that you very obviously find me attractive, and a single command of yours would see me dropping to my knees, yet you treat me with so much care and respect.”
“Of course I do. My old man used to say that nothing is hotter in life than consent, and I vehemently agree with the geezer. Getting the consent of the woman you find attractive is so incredibly sexy compared to simply forcing her against her will. I want you to look me in the eyes with an adoring, loving expression as I tear your 100-year-old hymen, not with eyes that are full of sorrow toward life and hatred toward me.”
She scoffed but beyond that, silence descended between us as she mulled over my words. I glanced to the left and saw my labor slaves hard at work with Ronan rushing around all over the place in sheer excitement. It seems our presence had made all of them work with newfound fervor. As for the elf walking next to me, she finally parted her delicate lips, “please don’t talk about that part of my body, and especially not as if it were ancient… You do know that 100 years means that I’m barely an adult in our legal system, right?”
“Of course I do. It doesn’t change the fact that ‘it’ had been growing for a century straight, like the finest of wines, awaiting the gourmet who will finally uncork the preserved luxury good and take a blessed sip. Whoever will be the lucky guy (me) will demolish that century-long build-up in a single thrust of his hips.”
“That’s just a straight-up weird thing to say, master. You’re lucky I’m a free-spirited elf, if you tried to woo my friends like this your cheeks would be beet red from the torrent of slaps assaulting you.”
“I apologize for my honesty.”
“… But not for your words?”
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“No.”
“Hmm… Maybe you primordials need some guidance on how to win a modern maiden’s heart. You’re acting as if we were in the distant past, millions of years ago. Your antics are only a step above that of a caveman who hits me in the back of my head and drags me away when he is horny.”
“You know what a caveman is? How come? Also, for the record, I’m a refined gentleman who said too much on accident.” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
“Hehe! If you’re a refined gentleman then I’m a stocky dwarf with a bushy, disgusting beard and a crippling alcohol addiction who has micro orgasms just from sniffing the heavy smoke coming from a smithy’s chimney – which is basically all of them. As for the question, we are good at keeping records. It was in your mother’s diary which the royal family still safeguards to this day. She called the humans cavemen because of their unrefined actions such as what I described before. They didn’t even know how to start a fire. The only reason we didn’t conquer them back in the day was that we were at war with the dwarves.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her blatant racism towards the dwarves. I knew very well that the moment I set my sights on this wonderful girl I had to choose whether I wanted elven women or dwarven ones in my harem because my mental health sure as hell wouldn’t be able to take it if I had to listen to them bickering all day every day. The choice was easy, of course. I want dwarves in my smithies and breweries, elven men in my forests patrolling the outskirts of my territories, and elven women warming my bed with their pristine smooth skin shining at me invitingly to join them for a sweaty tumble.