Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 130: Just To Be Clear, If Another Man Asks For Your Hand, What Do You Do?

Thatʼs right, you better take my point, woman.

”Just to be clear, if another man asks for your hand, what do you do?”

”I tell him that Iʼm not comfortable, that he can screw right off, or that Iʼm sick, all depending on the situation. If my dearest masterʼs insecurities can bear with it, this lowly one would rather not tell the king to fuck himself. Well, I would absolutely love to, since he played some part in my enslavement, but you get the point. It wouldnʼt be smart. I will get my revenge in due time.”

I put my hand over her shoulder and hug her close. Well, as close as the sleeping beauty in my lap physically allows. I know how much Ayame still suffers, and will continue to suffer, because of the injustice committed against her. ”You are absolutely right, the sweet taste of revenge will not elude your lips, Ayame.”

She closes her eyes and finally accepts my pull, then nuzzles her head into my chest. ”Thanks… I appreciate your support more than you probably realize.”

”Donʼt mention it. Even if we didnʼt have a deal, I would still help you.”

”Even if I completely rejected your advances and told you that I will only see you as a friend and ally so stop bothering me with your advances?” I might not be able to see her expression, but I can clearly tell that she has a cheeky grin on her face. What a sly girl.

”My lawyer has advised me not to answer this type of inquiry.”

”Your what?”

”Letʼs move on to a different topic, this one is getting rather stale. Oh, yeah, I didnʼt get to answer your question, yes, your dearest master allows this lowly one to use her proposed methods of dealing with ugly bastards- I mean other men.”

Ayame scoffs as she raises her head from my chest and straightens herself, but this time I donʼt detect anger but clear amusement in her voice. ”Great. We were on the cusp of having our first real verbal argument.”

”Hehe, yeah. Almost like a real husband and wife. We even have a family pet.”

”Blossom is not a pet!” My adorable sleeping beauty is no longer sleeping?!

She then continues, ”Blossom is Masterʼs mate and subordinate. Or does Master put Quinlan Junior in his family dog?”

Using my own words against my person to accuse me of beastiality? I didnʼt think my gorgeous scatterbrain had it in her, to be honest. What a clever girl. I feel the urge to pet her head.

”Stop petting Blossom, she really is not a pet…” She protests, but makes no move to swat my hand away from her head as despite her best efforts at resistance she still enjoys my caresses way too much to commit such a sacrilege.

”It was just a figure of speech. I donʼt think of you as a dog, but perhaps due to your unique upbringing in the wilds, you stand out quite a bit as an airhead. Of course, I love you for it all the same, if not more. Donʼt you ever change.” After saying this I land a soft kiss on the top of her head.

”Oh… Okay!” And with that, she went back to sleep instantly. Well, she certainly didnʼt manage- or even attempt to clear up any of my claims about her being an airhead.

”Are you going to have this talk with Blossom too?” Ayame questions after a few minutes of silence.

”You mean that she is my exclusive woman?”

”Yes.”

”I should, I suppose. I know that she wouldnʼt cheat on me even if her life depended on it, but she might let someone else touch her if she thinks that she should allow it, similarly to your case with Broderick.” 𝘙αɴꝋᛒЕŜ

”Yeah, thatʼs what I think as well.”

”Then itʼs settled.” I then move onto a topic that has been bothering me for a while. ”What do you think about our new friend and his rather acquired taste in women?”

”That itʼs disgusting and not at all understandable.” Oh, she doesnʼt mince her words at all.

”I see. Then I take it that his type is very rare in this world?”

”I would think so, at least in my ex-clanʼs territories Marjorie wouldʼve been fat shamed into oblivion. Iʼve never seen a person even half her size, maybe not even one-fourth.”

Iʼm happy to hear that this is the exception, not the norm. I donʼt even want to imagine the cost Broderickʼs pouch endures to keep his womenʼs weight at this level.