Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

This commotion is no longer as fun as it was at first. If only there weren't multiple other parties watching us, I would've just killed these four annoying losers and let the girls go on their merry way. However, I don't wish to kill all these innocent teams who are observing the drama just to help the two. A man needs to have his own personal creed he lives by.

Chances are, I would've gone ahead with the slaughter if something like a Legendary artifact was on the line, but for two peasants…

Nope.

"I'm talking with them right now." I spit with great annoyance, in a low, threatening tone at the wannabe gangsters who immediately tense up. I'm not in the mood the listen to their screeching.

The respect I'm getting these days from the newbies is starting to feel rather good.

After reading between the lines I realize what elicited these desperate indebted girls to approach me of all people; my women. Four gorgeous, beautiful ladies flank me on all sides, and they are all clearly here of their own volition and are harboring no ill feelings towards me at all.

The fact that Blossom with her obvious dog-collar slave item strapped around her neck is hugging my arm like a newlywed wife who is madly in love with me is probably the greatest push they could've received in their situation.

Furthermore, even if I turn out to be a lecherous man who lusts after women all the time, why would I go after them instead of my four beauties? They probably think that I have no reason to exploit them sexually, and they are absolutely right.

The issue is that I do not have a need for them at all, in any shape or form.

Ayame, sensing my thoughts, voices her idea in my head by using the slave telepathy spell, [Master's Link]. Yes, after her extreme tantrum fit, I managed to convince her somehow to make use of it. It wasn't an easy task, let me say that much. <We will need loyal servants in our stronghold to maintain our residence and stuff.

They can also water Geim, and work the fields if we decide to plant something. If we save them from certain peril, their loyalty will soar greatly. Or do you plan to wipe the floors and stuff yourself after a hard day of grinding, fighting, and training?>

She's reaching here, after all, if I want servants I can just buy some servant slaves. It's true though, that I would much rather be welcomed by two cheery maids when we return from a triumphant battle than dejected, depressed ones.

<I'm not convinced at all.>

<Please, do this for me. I will assume full responsibility over managing them. You won't have any headaches from having to teach them the ropes and the like. I will do it all.>

<Do you seriously expect me to leave our two greatest treasures with them? Even if we keep the Legendary artifact safely secured away from their reach, they could uproot the Geim and bolt away.>

<You really do have trust issues, Quinlan… first of all, the stronghold will be a long way from any civilization, so they can't just up and leave even if they want to. Second, they will have no clue of the value of the creature. Why risk it all for some weird tree monster? Third, we can just pretend that you cast a curse on them that will activate if they act against us.

Country bumpkins like them have no clue what even a simple magic spell looks like, let alone something intricate and niche like curses.>

Hmm. She really wants to help them. I understand where Ayame is coming from… Their situation is eerily similar to her own. Instead of a sister, it's the father who betrayed them, and instead of slavery they are sold into the life of prostitution, while being even younger than she was when it happened. By saving them, she will feel like she helped two innocent girls go from certain doom to a good life.

Well, I'm not certain how alluring it is for two teen girls to live away from civilization in a weird stronghold while taking care of it as its servant, but that's beyond the point. It would certainly be better than being literal forced child sex workers.

<Sigh… And you dare refuse to call yourself my woman when I go to such lengths to make you happy. This poor master truly missed the mark with his first slave purchase.>

She gives me a meaningful glance, thinks for a second then nods. <It pains me to admit it, but I'm your woman. I've been yours since that night. After all, either I consider myself your lover or I just slept in the arms of a man whom I kissed desperately and lovingly, let him fondle my body all over, finger me, and I even did my best to make him ejaculate.

All of those I did completely willingly, thus if I did all that with a random guy I would be a certified slut. I can no longer deny that you've moved my heart... But don't think I will start acting like Blossom and the pampered princess. I still have dignity, unlike those two...! And when I say 'you've moved my heart' I mean that you had some minute effects on me, not that I'm madly in love!>

<You have my full support.> I don't need more convincing. Who are these little low-level scrubs anyway? The first woman whom I fell incredibly hard for in my entire life is officially mine, and she is asking only this much from her lover. I would be a bad mate if I didn't allow this much leeway to her.

Girls like her need autonomy to function according to their desires while being in a relationship, or they would quickly start feeling suffocated by their partner's presence in their lives.