After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

Trigger Warning: R-18 and Dubcon! Well, kind of. Is it dubcon if she chose that life?

But there are mentions of other women, so the warning stands.

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Mafo’s eyes darkened as he glared at the man’s back, and making him look uglier. No one wanted to approach him. Just looking at his face made their eyes twitch.

Of course, business was business, so many people still strengthened their stomachs to interact with him.

Fortunately, Mafo did not forget that there were still plenty of businesses elsewhere, so despite being irked, he served as a decent host to those who were willing to give him money.

From here, he had decided to really hold a separate ’Premium’ Slave Auction after a few months. He’d just need to get this basic version known to more territories—as long as they were far away enough to not be a threat to him, of course.

The deals almost—almost—lightened up his mood, except just when he exited, he overheard a few just as they were leaving.

”Ugh, that made me sick to my stomach. So ugly!”

”Goodness, the things we had to do.”

”Just looking at his face made my stomach tumble.”

”Well, we had to do it for our territory.”

”The Lord better reward us well for this! The Lord here is just so difficult to interact with!”

His eyes twitched and he wanted to turn and give those bastards—whoever they were—a piece of his mind, except Hassen and his friends approached, inebriated, congratulating him for a successful event.

Slap!

”U-Uncle?” Hesso gasped, touching his cheek in shock.

His uncle had hurt many people, but rarely him!!

”Don’t bother me,” he said with gritted teeth, only to realize the people who had just badmouthed him had already left.

And so, Mafo went back home in a darker mood than before, slapping a few servants on his way back to his room on the topmost floor.

”Get the slaves to prepare a bath for me,” he said to the shivering servants. ”And I want a few company.”

”Yes, Master,” the servant said and bowed, rushing to do their tasks (and to get away from him as soon as possible).

When Mafo arrived at his lush bathroom, there were already a few women there, waiting for him.

He smirked, settling down and appreciating the beauty. They were all naked, too—it was as if by being surrounded by beauty, his ugliness was neutralized.

Two women immediately went to him and helped him take off his clothes, revealing the hairy and pudgy body underneath.

”Here, Master,” one of them said with a gentle tone, her soft hand touching his hunched shoulders. ”Do you need a massage?”

”Please have a drink, Milord,” another said, guiding him to the bathroom as she handed him his favorite drink.

”Hmm,” he said, and his mood slightly calmed. However, his eyes fixed more on the Terran women who were waiting by the side of the tub.

After getting many Terrans, he got even more beautiful women. They had a different type of beauty from the natives. They seemed softer, and their features generally more delicate. Each one of them seemed to have the faces of nobles or higher.

More importantly, they were all elementalist! Many of these women had been with him for a while, and he had personally assigned guards to help train them just enough to awaken.

Rather, he forced them to level up just so they could perform in front of him.

Now, he had beauties who could control all the basic elements!

It was like experiencing various spices.

Also, a lot of these women were very different in bed than he was used to. When he ordered a slave to do her best to pleasure him—orcshit, he almost went to Elvendell.

Anyway, the women bathed and served him well as they were ordered and he enjoyed their attention, slowly ebbing away the anger from earlier that day.

His eyes turned to the latest addition, though. Currently, the woman was washing his chest and stomach and its several layers of flesh. The woman was quite pretty and very, very, good in bed.

Ah, just the thought of it made his little brother down there to harden.

Also, unlike the others, she was not a System slave, which made her serving him so delicately even more attractive.

It felt like she was serving him for him, not because the System compelled her to.

His pudgy hands grabbed her chin. ”What’s your name again?” he asked.

She flinched but gathered herself, looking softly at him. ”Sandra, Milord,” she said, voice naturally sultry.

”Heh, I like you, come here and have the honor of joining me inside,” he said, referring to the inside of his large tub. The woman paused, and he looked at him, not moving at first.

This made him frown. ”Not coming?” Was she daring to hesitate!?

His menacing expression shook the woman down and she immediately climbed over.

”O-Of course I am, Milord, I... just couldn’t believe my fortune...” she said. Such soft words made him smile, and he liked her even more. He was so pleased that he did not notice how much her hands squeezed the side of his tub.

Sandra felt like puking.1

However, she did not have a choice. For better or for worse, she had attached herself to this... monstrosity.

Even if she felt like vomiting at the sight of him, she had no choice but to have sex with him!

One had to know that Mafo was extremely ugly; one of the ugliest men ever to exist. He was so ugly that one had to wonder if a parent had crossbred with another species, like feces.

Sandra just wanted to cry as she entered the wooden tub, immediately pulled into the man’s pudgy body, face to face with his ugly face.

The man laughed at her ’cuteness’, thinking she was just shy, and he pulled her completely flush to him as he captured her lips, gobbling it at the moment of contact.

Sandra almost vomited then and there.

Why was she so unlucky!!

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