Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 100: Fin

I sigh.

It is what it is.

He couldʼve just asked me for the direction of our hidden stash, but I guess he is a Thief? Maybe the class doesnʼt get levels if he is given the loot instead of finding it himself. But if he has that class, how is he so domineeringly strong? I didnʼt think a Thief would have such high level as that is not a combat class...

I shrug my shoulders. Itʼs not my concern. Instead I spend the time watching the still bleeding corpse of my once beloved wife and try to rub one out for old times sake, but Iʼm told I will be handless if I stroke it once more by the overly rude girl.

She really could be more understanding to a man who is about to be executed... Or whatever sinister plan they harbor towards a poor old man such as myself.

We wait in this boring but tension-filled fashion for a good thirty minutes. The tall man then finally comes back with a leather pouch dangling from between his fingers and he is carrying a few more valuables, Juliaʼs necklaces and rings, our paintings and such. ”Is this it?” He asks.

”Yes.” I respond, before I look at him pleadingly, ”young lord, your companion refused to allow me to have a final sip of wine, could you have mercy on this useless old fool?” He seems a bit more accommodating than the woman, so I try my luck. I really donʼt want to continue with this charade any longer while being sober.

”Iʼm afraid that you are out of luck, old man. I would let you have a sip or two in any other situation but I wonʼt overrule my cherished teammateʼs decision just for you. You see, Iʼm trying to make her into my woman and doing as you ask would be rather counterproductive to my mission.”

”You what?!” She cries out in surprise.

”What, you prefer the term girlfriend? Lover? Partner for life?... Wife?” He asks the last one slower and with more nuance than the rest. ”Iʼm open for nicknames as well.”

The short woman looks away hurriedly before admonishing him; ”this place is really not the right location to conduct this kind of talk! Focus, please!” And just like that, this ill-mannered woman brings their conversation to an abrupt end.

I canʼt help but chuckle at the sight. Iʼm so damn jealous. Youth and a budding relationship, plus both are so strong already... Their connection also doesnʼt seem strained despite my assumption that she is his slave. I was probably wrong, however, in the end, who really cares?

”I understand...” I respond finally.

”I will bring Blossom here, can I ask you to stand guard for just a bit longer?” He asks, slightly apologetically.

”Of course.”

Just like this, my miserable waiting continues for over an hour, after which the tall man appears, this time accompanied by a blonde girl with dog ears and tail, a dog-kin. I must admit that she looks absolutely gorgeous despite her flawed animalistic traits. Her body has curves Iʼve never thought would be realistically possible.

Itʼs as if she was sculpted by the Goddess herself through great dedication and effort.

The man speaks up, grabbing my attention, ”letʼs make a deal, old man. You will use your contract magic and enter the exact clauses I tell you to onto this awesome young lady. If you do, I will grant you a swift, painless death.”

”... Alright.” I knew something like this was coming, and I was resigned to my fate hours ago.

”Now I want her to enjoy as much freedom as she possibly can while remaining my slave. Thatʼs all. Oh yeah, thereʼs one more thing. Technically, she is ownerless... Is it possible to forge a document stating that I bought her from her master before he passed?” 𐍂ΑꞐоʙʧ

”Hmm... If you have his blood we can make it into a blood contract.”

”I knew something like this would happen.” The short woman states proudly.

”Yeah-yeah. Iʼm lucky to have you by my side.”

”As long as you are aware.”

After this the man produces a vial from his pocket, filled with dark-red liquid. ”Itʼs a bit old, is that an issue...?”

”Shouldnʼt be.” I reply curtly.

”Whatʼs his family name?” The tall man asks.

”Boareater, Master.” The blonde beast-kin opens her mouth for the first time.

Both him and the short girl erupt into sudden, mocking laughter. Iʼm not in the mood to join them for some reason. After clutching their stomachs for a good few seconds they wipe their tears and become professional once again.

”Then, old man, do we have everything we need?”

”Yes...”

We move to my study where I draw up a contract between Ian Boareater and Quinlan Noir regarding the ownership transfer of Blossom for 10 gold coins. He tells me to mark it as if the transaction happened 2 days ago, naturally, I oblige. At this point I just want to get this over with.

I present him with the paper and place a copy into my drawer. With this, it will look like everything happened normally. I conduct a lot of ownership transfers as a slave merchant, so having their document here wonʼt raise suspicion.

Afterwards I conduct the slave contract where I basically set the woman called Blossom free in all but name. I left her clauses blank, which means that she has no real restrictions. She canʼt attempt to take off her collar and she canʼt outright betray her master, thatʼs about it.

Now this is a new kind of contract Iʼve not yet written in my long career.

Once the details of the spell enter her collar she jumps up and down in ecstasy and soon finds herself nuzzled into Quinlanʼs arms while her tail spins around erratically, creating gusts of wind in the process.

Itʼs good to see that I can say goodbye to this world and return to the Goddess after having done something positive for once. Iʼm about to open my mouth to ask if weʼre done, but I get my reply before I can even utter a word when the man speaks up amidst erratically stroking the head of the euphoric, exhilarated blonde girl. ”Iʼm sorry, old man. Your wife was not the only liar in this room.”

”What do you-” Before I can finish my question he cuts me off.

”Ayame, he is yours, do what you will with him, though donʼt stretch it too much... Time is not on our side.”

I turn my head to the short woman who reacts to his statement by stepping towards me and drawing her blade after which she lifts her mask and hood. I then stand confronted with the cruelest smile Iʼve ever seen in my entire life.

”Ah, now thatʼs just great.” I whisper dejectedly.

I soon find myself fingerless, teethless and lastly limbless. Yes all five limbs have been taken from me by this sadistic evil incarnate.

ʼHow can such a beautiful young woman carry so much hatred in her slender little body?ʼ I ponder this question during the last moments of my life.

Despite the manʼs warning that she should hurry, Iʼm only finally allowed to breath my last hours after my torture-execution began.