028 - buying a slave

I hate slavery.

Not because one robs another intelligent living being his or her free will, but because of the cruelty involved in that business.

Rape, violence, torture, all those things are what I hate.

And while I would remove the slavery system any time, if I could, I can not.

Thus, I wanted to support the slaver best suited for my ideals while solving my problem of not having a servant.

With that as my goal the first thing I did in the morning was going to one of the information offices and asked about the least cruel least discriminating slaver there was.

Of course there were stares, but since this time I paid directly, the coins in my hand brought me a quick response, combined with a look at a accurate map of the town.

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Thus finding the building was an easy feat. Entering the pompous building I immediately was greeted by a fat man, who introduced himself as the owner of this shop, and asked if he could help me in finding some merchandise.

Curious why he himself worked like this, I got the answer that this part of the job was the one he liked the most when he started, and as such sometimes does himself when he has some free time.

Satisfied I told him what I needed:

The slave I wanted to buy had to be female, and from a longliving species.

She also would need to be able to carry herself with a certain elegance, I did not want somebody like that following me around endlessly.

She would have to do some household chores, but also be able to fight, preferably in close combat with magic assisting her.

And, while some type of scars I could ignore, she would have to have a minimum level of beauty.

After thinking a bit the merchant brought me into a backroom, letting some of his assistants bring in the few he had chosen for me to take a look at.

It were:

Dark FairyBody: small, translucent wings, dark purple skin, short pixie-cut black hairFeatures: dark & air magic proficiency

Dark DryadBody: wooden, hard, long hair, dark green colourFeatures: dark & plant magic proficiency, limbs regrow, shield and sword combat proficiency

Demon (Succubus)Body: bountyfull proportions, silvery hair, human-like skin toneFeatures: dark & sex magic proficiency, assassination proficiency

Dark ElfBody: adolescent body, moderate breast, long purple hair, dark purple skin, sharp fangs(uncut)Features: dark & death magic proficiency, material arts proficiencySpecialities: scars on back from previous owner, somehow is able to resist orders and actions that damage her or innocents’ bodies

Dark HarpyBody: slim, feathery hair, wings instead of arms (uncut)Features: dark & air magic proficiency, capable of flight

“I am sorry that there are only so few, but we don’t have many that fit your requirements.” the merchant excused, but I had already set my eyes on a specific one.

While the Fairy was too small, the Succubus hat cow tits and the dryad was hard.

That left the harpy and the elf, but the martial proficiency and usable hands made the difference.

Approaching the dark elf I further inspected her petite body, that was barely hidden under the light dress.

At least they had bottom underwear on.

Her hair, that fell straight down a little beneath her shoulders surrounded a emotionless, but nonetheless cute face, the fangs barely noticeable as bulges in the mouth-area.

The scars on her back were terrible, but were no problem. I was confident I would be able to remove them after some experimenting.

Looking up into her slit pupils after walking around her once, my pondering was interrupted by the merchant: “I would not recommend her. She had killed her previous master, you have to know. She doesn’t fit somebody as pure like you.”

Poking her stomach I talked back: “But she’s squishy. The other are either wobbly, wood, tiny or easily breakable. I want her!”

Towards their surprised gazes I repeated: “I want her.”

The merchant scratched the back of his head, embarrassed that he had shown such a face to a customer, then called out a price: 10 gold.

“Far too expensive. I’ve seen other ones for 3 gold.”

“But they were neither trained nor fed. 9 gold.”

“Yeah, but in her case, the training could backfire on me. And she could refuse some of my commands. 4 gold.”

“She still is a good bodyguard. 8 gold.”

“Lets meet in the middle, alright? 6 gold.”

“Alright, little lady. I give in. 6 gold it will be.”

And thus I aquired a slave.

The master ring with the ownership over her was placed on my left index finger, on the same hand as the reinforcement ring, which was on my pinky, then I took out the gold and handed it over.

I then walked out of the shop with her behind, still wearing that revealing clothing. The collar she had on was fairly crude, a standard black leather one similarly to a belt.

Thinking that this was unfitting for a girl, I made my way into the schools exclusive clothing shop, ordering several sets of practical servant clothing and making her dress in a ready one outright.

Then I went to a weapons shop with a big display of many different kinds of weapons, making her choose whichever she wanted.

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Coming up with hideable arm and shin guards, as well as a shortsword and a small crossbow with a few bolts, she was to immediately equip them after I paid for them.

The armour platings were hidden under the clothing, while the sword was put straight on her back and the crossbow with ammunition vanished into the folds of the dress.

While walking back to the school in the evening, her stomach grumbled, making her go pale and saying something for the first time: “I am sorry, Mistress.”

Good that it happened, though. I nearly forgot to get her some food, and I also noticed how lovely her voice was. I would need to make her sing something, or read some books to me.

I simply changed my direction, walking into the nearest restaurant, which was considerably expensive looking. We were close to the town centre after all.

“Welcome to the Great Emperor. A table for one?”

“I would prefer something where I could stay in private.”

“Immediately. If you would follow me?”

The waiter showed me the way to a small room in the corner of the building, allowing for a great view down onto the passerbys, while concealing my own visage with special windows and partitioning walls.

I sat down at the table, but due to my child body, I could not comfortably reach up. The waiter immediately went for a pillow for me to sit on, but I had my own plans. Ordering my new servant to sit in my place, I simply sat on her lap and leaned against her soft chest.

While I would have drowned in cow tits, the moderate amount provided enabled comfortable softness while not pressing my head forward. Simply perfect!

When the waiter came back with a richly decorated pillow, he was slightly astounded by my actions, but quickly composed himself and asked for my wishes.

I ordered a fruit juice, a cup of water, some sweets and the recommended meal.

This being a magic world and a high-class restaurant, everything was delivered within minutes.

When the final plate was set down onto the table, I asked the waiter to leave the room, as he would undoubtebly watched me eat, which I couldn’t stand.

And another reason too: When he had left, I looked up to my chair extension and pointed at the glass of water: “That’s for you.”

Then, after putting some of the dessert in my mouth, I started cutting the main course, loading a spoon with a mouthful, turned halfway around, pointed the spoon at her mouth and said: “Aaaahhh.”

A few seconds of being stared at curiously, I was asked: “Mistress, what are you doing?”

“I am obviously feeding you.”

“Mistress?”

“You are hungry. That’s why we’re here. Now I’m feeding you. I order you to accept.”

“.....yes, Mistress.”

For the first few bites she was a bit scared, and confused, but soon started to warm up and enjoy the meal, while I had fun feeding a cute girl while eating sweets.

After the meal I leaned back and started to explain her what she had to do:

“First thing is; you are not allowed to give others information about me if I don’t explicitly say so. Then, you have to tell me whenever I forget something, and learn to make some sweets whenever you are free. Being my bodyguard is quite obvious, but just that I had mentioned it. Hmmm,something else?

Don’t lie to me, keep unimportant people away while I read and such. That should be all. Any questions?”

“Do you possess any other servants, Mistress?”

“No. Why should I?”

“Cleaning your room, cooking your meals, helping you dress and such, Mistress.”

“With the last one I may occasionally need your help, but the other things are either unnecessary or done by me.”

“Mistress!?”

“Magic is extremely convenient, you know?”

“But, Mistress!”

“Shush. It seems you need to know some things about me to shut up.”

“...?”

“Around a year ago I woke up from an accident that provided me endless mana, immortality and ridiculous affinities. Casting a spell for me is more about limiting the area and effect than bringing up the concentration and mana.”

“...!?”

“And by the way, I am genuinely 16 years old.”

“...you are too strange, Mistress.”

“And you are not?”

“What do you meant, Mistress?”

“The merchant told me that you could refuse orders and act against me in certain circumstances. You apparently even killed your previous owner. You were there, were you not?”

“I indeed killed my previous owner, but the origin of the refusal is not as you think, Mistress?”

“Then tell me.”

“...I can not. I am truly sorry, mistress.”

“Then, can you confirm when I ask things?”

“I can, Mistress.”

“Is a person behind this?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do I truly own you, or has that person a higher priority to you than I have.”

“You truly own me, Mistress.”

“Then, is the person behind all this a perhaps a god?”

““Yes, Mistress. Where…?”

“Do you know of the [Curse of the ultimate Being]?”

“....I had it once.”

“So that’s why. Well, I suppose fate led us together. Now that that’s cleared, let’s go?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

After paying and walking back in the room, I changed into the quite comfortable pyjamas and threw myself onto the bed. Refusing her to rest in her own bed, I made her lie down next to me and stripped the embarrassed girl as carefully as I could down to her underwear and letting her clothes fall off the edge of the bed.

Using her as a living body pillow, I quickly fell asleep, a bit embarrassed myself because of the squishy breasts I rested my head on.

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soooo, yesterday there was no chap just bec I forgot

and, the next two weeks I’ll be gone, so no chapters at all

still, I’ll be happy about any comments and reviews

as a comment about the unpredictability of this story: it was not planned for ‘me’ to get a slave