Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 339: Goddess’ Refusal

Shit. Are my daydreams of one day taming the Goddess already over? ”Canʼt you ask her to give me a second chance? Iʼve been a good master if I may say so. Someone else wouldʼve bought them if not me, and they wouldʼve been treated much worse.”

”… Give me a moment.” Malakar nodded then remained silent for a bit. I think he was conversing with her.

He then grimaced. ”Laddy… She is saying that you bought a wonderful girl who she previously granted the Healer class to. She said that youʼre lucky to have not laid your hands on her, or you wouldʼve been done, pact or no pact restraining her.”

… That doesnʼt sound good. I frowned and sighed at the same time at the sheer injustice my ears were picking up on. ”I say this is an ugly case of discrimination. Iʼm sure that over the years many people raped their Healer classed slaves, yet she did nothing. Why is she so antagonistic towards me specifically? Whatʼs more, as she said, I didnʼt even touch a hair on her body. Iʼve been nothing but very kind to her all this time, and if anyone else bought her she likely wouldʼve been forced to do ugly things a long ago.”

Malakar nodded wryly. ”Youʼre right, but you have to remember that first of all, the Goddess is a woman, so logic only applies to her when she wants it to, and second, youʼre a primordial. Weʼre the closest entities to gods, and she is alienated from the other gods, so she considers us, Thalorindʼs primordials, her only family.”

”What if I were to free Seraphiel, my Healer slave?”

”Let me ask.” After a few seconds, he began chuckling under his breath while shaking his head amusedly. ”According to her words, youʼre a criminal scum who is a disgrace to the primordial race, and she will only consider giving you anything if you turn a new leaf entirely. Free all your slaves and repent for your sins by becoming an Arch-Priest of hers for a thousand years.”

Thatʼs a big, fat, ʼno thanksʼ from me. Healers were free souls who could do whatever they wanted, however, the Arch-Priests were her messengers, and they had to do whatever she told them to. In exchange, they got a stronger class and a great amount of influence, but their freedom was heavily restricted. To sum it up, the Healer class was for people who were approved by the Goddess but wanted to follow their own agendas, while the Arch-Priest class was for religious fanatics who wanted to serve her.

”I think Iʼm good, thanks for the offer, though. Also, a thousand years? Wonʼt I die before then?”

”I keep forgetting that youʼre a newborn, laddy. My bad. You were born in a time when no adult primordial existed to guide you. It mustʼve been tough. Maybe some motherly affection will do you good in the end. Theyʼre on the way with extremely hungry steps, by the way. Brace yourself. As for your question, no, you wonʼt die. You are eternally young, even if you stay at level one. Youʼre akin to a demi-god, but to truly feel like one you will have to grow in strength. Anyhow, only mortals need to level to elongate their rapidly thinning lifespans.”

”Then why do you look so old and fragile?”

”Laddy, Iʼm starting to think that the Goddess wasnʼt just throwing a hissy fit, maybe you truly are a vile scumbag. This rude mouth of yours must be the result of having no parents who would beat the crap out of you when you misbehave. No, I am not a dying old man. When you get to a certain level of mastery over your primordial nature you can age yourself as you wish. I could even become an embryo or look like a 1000-year-old human corpse and still continue living.”

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Ah, I see. So heʼs chosen to look like an old man to better reflect his mental age and mood, or maybe it was just the flair of the month appearance of his.

”Heʼs here!”

”Look, next to the boring loser!”

”Donʼt call him a loser… Heʼs just a bit of a loner.”

”Hmph. Tell him to stop calling me a crazed lunatic and I might reevaluate him.”

I only heard two of them, though. ”There are only two women in this place?” I asked mutedly while not daring to turn my head around.

Malakar had a sunken face, clearly unhappy that they were here. ”No. When you arrived I instantly concealed your presence but these two are the most motherly of all women. They have been craving the presence of a child for such a long time that you canʼt even begin to grasp the depths of their desperation. Thus, their senses simply overpowered my veil. It shouldnʼt be logically possible, but as I said, these creatures only care for logic when they feel like it. Let me tell you, laddy. Strong women are scary. Steer clear of them if you want a peaceful, calm home life. Well, in the future I mean. Thereʼs no running from these two. Best of luck to you.” With that, he slid a bit further away from me.

Traitor…

Ah, they are standing right behind me. Oh Goddess, what have I done to deserve this? Well, I guess kind of a lot according to her…

Whether I wanted to turn around or not was evidently not their concern since I felt two hands touching my shoulders, after which I was lifted and forcibly turned around. ℞äＮοBËṠ

What welcomed me was certainly a… sight to behold. Two absolute milfs and their ginormous bazookas filled up my vision. Malakar had already told me that they would be motherly, but this… I donʼt even know how to begin to describe what Iʼm seeing. They oozed not only a great deal of femininity but also sheer ʼmotherhoodʼ. When I looked at them, I instantly thought that they would make amazing mothers instead of lovers, the latter of which was what I felt when I looked at my girls. Lucille was the closest comparison I could draw, but even her motherliness paled greatly in front of these women.