A fight for freedom, this is what it should’ve been. A fight to redeem myself, a fight to save Aurelia, as well as the many girls that were still imprisoned here. If things went badly, it would’ve been to secure my life, and at worst, it could’ve been for my soul.

In my sweetest and wettest dream, it might’ve been to make the evil one mine in a trisome, and in my scariest nightmare, it may be to escape her killing intent.

Thanks to my superior intellect, I had planned everything. My two trusted aides allowed me to use my mind to its full potential, and my pet's soothing aura prevented me from burning out. Thus, I had the perfect recipe for success in my hands. Or at least, this was the case when those hands were not busy with something else.

I had forcibly rallied Anabelle and Caty to my rightful and great cause while taking care of the most direct hindrances.

With great effort, I had made preparations to reduce my old comrades' numbers without arousing suspicion. Poisoning some, ambushing others, sometimes both at once, I specifically targeted the few men who were a threat to Aurelia's safety—those who were prone to violence and rash decisions.

As a second step, I specifically targeted the men who were supposed to go out for a long time on a mission and also disposed of them, albeit in a little less brutal manner this time.

Meanwhile, I controlled the overall opinion to ensure Aurélia would be left alone for now.

Anticipating what might happen, I studied the slave’s magic seal, a rather simple and low-quality curse, but still outside my area of expertise, which could have given me a hard time. I hadn’t touched magic since age, after all, and all of my unparalleled genius and knowledge had rotted for god knows why…

I wasn’t confident in my skills anymore, so I learned. I studied like in the past, as if I had returned to when I was a very young guinea pig fed with in-depth knowledge and complex theories.

In my spare time, lying beside Aurélia’s sleeping body, I read some books about it and put my brain to a stress test. Working on the few memories I had left on the topic and relying on freshly learned information, I experimented with Annabelle and her daughter until I successfully altered their cursed seal. Repeating this process and reviewing my mistakes, I built up my skills and was now capable of altering a slave’s seal quickly and with ease, enough so I could change their ownership or erase their order.

Of course, everything was done while I was still doing my daily work, increasing in load due to the lack of manpower and growing demand of the ladies… That’s right… The women were more eager than ever, and despite knowing their situation should finally change for the better, they even became more assertive.

Since I didn't see myself rejecting or neglecting them, I kept accepting the women's requests and provided my service, which, along with my other duties, did not fail to diminish and exhaust me.

And yet, even though near the end, I couldn’t even sleep at all. Despite the colossal number of tasks I had to carry out and their own weight, which would’ve worn out and drained one’s energy up to death, I survived and fulfilled my ambitions.

Along with my work, my studies, and schemings, and between Aurélia’s incessant need for my presence to sleep soundly, the other girls pestering me, and Caty’s drug side effects, I only managed to satisfy everyone by relying on stimulants. I heavily used caffeine and other compounds, even magic, to force me awake and in decent shape despite the recurring loss of vigor.

Nevertheless, I was fine.

Even Caty’s drug after-effect event, which appeared after a few days and unleashed her into a beastly heat that made her lose reason, didn’t delay me more than that. And yet, I would’ve had every right to be hindered since she had chewed on me with her fang and lacerated my body with her claw during the act without restraint.

Afterward, when she recovered her senses and dumped her deserved wrath on me, it still did not prevent me from considering, planning, and implementing the next step. Torn between the desire to murder me and the need to satisfy her urges, I was forced to serve her for two days and nights, dealing with a dagger under my throat and enduring yet another rough and bestial treatment. AND YET! It didn’t stop me!

Even her assassination attempt on the following days, when she sneak attacked me and left me on the verge of death the very night before the final act, ruining per se my whole strategy, didn’t make me change my mind and would not obstruct the realization of my goal.

A quick and miraculous recovery thanks to a fresh new pact made with the devil, and let's not talk about it anymore. I forgave Caty’s felony and treason and wiped the slate clean right away after my resurrection.

Even her stupid and hastily vengeance that last morning, which led her to mercilessly slaughter the man that had tried to rape her long ago and who helped me gain Caty's now lost love and trust, didn’t change the course of events in a way that my task would’ve been made impossible.

Even her fucking stupid and retarded unforeseen betrayal and mean revenge did not sign my death warrant! When she finally set off after her bloody murder, leaving behind a notice accounting for all my actions and secrets, it made me feel hopeless, but it wasn’t!

I had it all under contrôle, well… I had not. I was completely caught off guard. I didn’t think she would go that far, but I still prevailed and executed my plan nonetheless!

I successfully managed to avoid her first blow during the assassination process thanks to my keen sense, which allowed me to stay conscious and not depart to the land of dreams.

I smoothly pretended to succumb to the devil’s sweet words and tricked her in less time than it takes a man to flee a raping scene, which gave me a second chance I needed.

I brilliantly prevented anyone from noticing the cry of despair of a man who had fallen prey to a thirsty and angry wolf, even though I had to pretend to be dead around the beast.

I bravely confronted the resulting scene to clean up her mess in due time before the other woke up.

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I triumphantly found her damn letter at the boss’s bedside and scraped it before he could read it.

Nothing did matter! I even rushed things afterward to ensure Caty wouldn’t come back to incriminate me, and luckily, I exceeded all my expectations. No manipulation or exhausting work was needed. For once, or perhaps even the first time, nothing came. No trouble, no hindrance, no source of risk.

Luck was on my side or god, or perhaps it was the devil? But in any case, everything went so well that one could wonder, well, at least I know I did–why I bothered to prepare and why I was worried.

At sunrise, almost everyone was in the commune room for breakfast, as if they knew it would be their last meal, and they ate the poisoned food, which contained sleeping drugs, that Anabelle had prepared with care and love.

A meal that was, without my asking, relatively consistent and well prepared, specially planned by Anabelle for the occasion to please everyone’s palate. The few absents had the luxury to see their meal brought directly to their room by cooperative slaves, and those who had the habit of taking care of their morning wood early got themself directly drugged by their victims.

Not even a fight was necessary, even though I had anticipated some, and by 10 o'clock, they were all once more sound asleep, like children on a nap after a day of play and fun.

No kidding, after freeing the girls and while trying to move them, preparing for the aftermaths, we bonked more than one head by inadvertence, and they never happened to wake up.

Seems the drug was worth its cost. I had to use my own savings after all, and buying enough to put to sleep this many men full of vigor wasn't that easy that any drug would do. Moreover, it was further challenging since it would be right after the end of their night.

But it worked out pretty well, and man, it was funny to see the overjoyed slave and captive girls moving them around like mere furniture. I even saw a few women pulling out dirty tricks like chaining them butt-naked and hanging them by the feet or putting them together in compromising gay poses.

The former criminals ended up jailed instead of the girl, and they were drugged again.

Since there is simply not much to say, I will not detail the rest of the events, but to sum it up, everything went well! From the recovery and intake of my former coworker by the guard to the grand celebration of the women’s newly won freedom, passing by their settlement by the authorities, there was not a single hitch.

I saved Aurelia, ended years of crimes, and redeemed my soul. I even had the luxury of saving some of my ex-fellows from inevitable deaths by testifying for those who had shown reluctance and remorse in their actions.

I succeeded with flying colors!!

So why did it turn out like this? Why did this already arduous task, which would’ve usually necessitated the guild intervention and was successfully conducted by me alone, end up in an even more arduous and perilous task? Why was I now fighting and infiltrating the evil sect that gave birth to me? Why the heck was I on the victim’s side again, tasked with the same mission I had just finished, but in hardcore mode?

And for what? For the beautiful eyes of a charming princess who didn't even interest me that much?

Alright, okay, it was not for her eyes but for her maidenhood, and she wasn’t just a princess but the evil god’s daughter. And it's true, I may have missed a large part of the reward. But even if you had the mother into the balance! I never asked for it in the end, so why did they both agree to my claims without consulting me and, furthermore, as a reward for an impossible task which had never been discussed until now!!!

…

Okay, some would say that accepting payment in advance makes you responsible for what you were paid for, while others would argue that stealing the reward first and then being compelled to perform the work deserving it is only fair retribution.

But this ain’t comparable!

Especially since I was not the initiator and only acted in accordance with Aurelia’s wish like the clueless tool I was. She was the one to be punished, not me!!! It’s not my fault if a brain-rot daughter came to sell her almost-as-braindead mother in exchange for a bit of attention!

Well… since I was behind the event that allowed this turnaround, perhaps I was… BUT FOR GOD SAKE!! I was also one of the victims in this story! I was drugged, okay?! I was injected with some kind of aphrodisiac and was fed more stimulants and energizers in both quantity and kind than in all my day of overwork!!

Then I was raped… Truth needs to be told, I was indeed the one who got abused and not the other way around.

While I was falling prey to all these substances and spells to undermine my reason and boost my vitality, Aurelia used me at her leisure to quench her sexual drive while occasionally using her mother’s unconscious body as a substitute when she needed to take a break.

Such a shameful event gave me neither pleasure nor sweet memories since, for the most part, I hardly remember anything other than a burning fever, a painful erection, and cramps.

Rape is one thing, but it wasn't even carried out in a way that I could testify to, and in the end, when I woke up after the event took place, everything seemed to have been only a dream. Nobody ever validated my thought, and both Aurelia and her mother acted as if nothing ever happened.

Then, when I finally couldn’t take it anymore and asked for confirmation, I was instead briefed shortly about this damn evil organization and suddenly teleported without any further explanation or response to my difficult situation or the current situation I was brought in.

Isekaided in the middle of nowhere without equipment and cheated abilities, with only my body

innate charm and resty mind, I was left alone without a clue and thus started to prostitute myself to milf in heat to make a living…

Well, joke apart, the only part I invented was the Isekai story. I really was left alone and without any belongings, almost entirely naked. As for the clue, I did get one, but it was not that great of a help.

A simple letter saying: ‘Free those people by any means, even at the cost of your miserable life if necessary. While at it, it would be even better if u succeed while ensuring you meet your demise. And perhaps, if you also succeed brilliantly in these tasks, your dream will come true. Otherwise, I shall only choke you to death and not as you might wish.’

What does that mean?? Which people? Which dream? And why the fuck did this place strangely remind me of my first house, the lab where I was born and experimented on?

Ah, f*ck!!… Here we go again…

Tsk… all that for that… Half of it wasn’t even fun… I mean, using an unconscious body akin to a sex doll in the hope of reaching orgasm to soothe the raging pain had not been very interesting… Uh? I said I had trouble remembering. Me? With my superior intellect? I don’t think so. T

Those two women manipulated my memory to make me forget, but you can't fool me! I only pretended so I could escape a fate worse than death, nothing more, nothing less.

And yet, in spite of everything and regardless of this unexpected course of events, I was still fine! In the end, only one thing is bothering me. One thing I still didn’t speak of and which served as a post scriptum to the letter left behind.

‘Warning: A failure to this quest will result in a war between gods and presumably the collapse of this world as you knew it.’

WHY THE FUCK DID SHE ADD SOMETHING LIKE THIS?!!! WHEN DID THIS BECOME A FIGHT FOR THE WORLD SURVIVAL?!!! Just… How?