Mother and daughter slaves
“Mira, fetch me a drink.”
“Yes!”
——Magic power charged: 5,000.
“What should Rirya do, then?”
“Rirya… I’ll have you give me a massage.”
“Yes, of course!”
——Magic power charged: 30,000.
On a sunny sandy beach, I lay sprawled, doing nothing while commanding two slaves.
Taking note of my mistakes from last time—when Risha was here with me—I’d started by ordering both of them around from the very beginning.
I stayed stretched out on the shore, not moving a single finger.
“Master! I’ve brought your juice!”
“Hand it over.”
“Yes!”
——Magic power charged: 5,000.
I made them do everything—no effort from me at all.
All the while, their magic power kept piling up.
The more I ordered them, the happier they became.
Two slaves who delighted in scurrying about as slaves—I kept piling on the commands, one after another.
Mira and Rirya.
Both of them hadn’t rested for a single moment since morning.
Yet their faces were smiling. Sweating through their clothes, still grinning.
“Onii-chan, the wind’s coming.”
“Hmm? Now that you mention it… clouds are gathering.”
I looked up.
The wind was strong enough that the clouds were rushing past at an incredible speed.
Dark storm clouds were visible in the distance.
Rain was coming. The wind had turned cold.
“…Rirya.”
“Yes, Onii-chan?”
“Come here.”
I beckoned.
Rirya tilted her head, but came without hesitation.
I took her hand, caught her as she staggered, and held her close.
“Onii-chan?”
“Stay still.”
“Eh? Eh? What’s going on all of a sudden?”
“Warm.”
I whispered into her ear.
Her body, rigid a moment before, relaxed all at once.
——Magic power charged: 100,000.
“……”
"Is Rirya's body warm?"
Ah, and...
Sniff-sniff, she snorted through her nose.
Smells good.
"S-something... it smells like sweat."
Is that so?
I sniffed again.
"Smells like sweat, doesn’t it? This stuff..."
"Wha— yes, Rirya does—"
Rirya sniffs, snuffling to herself.
Smells like sweat, doesn’t it?
"Is that so."
I didn’t smell it—didn’t register the usual stink of sweat on my own nose.
The smell of forest... of grass and flowers.
Do eternal slaves really smell this good?
Smells good.
She spoke her honest thoughts.
Is that really true?
Ah, I like it.
…That’s good then.
Rirya lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
I held Rirya close for a while.
The wind was cold, but Rirya’s body was warm.
The scent of Eternal Slave was pleasant, soothing.
"Speaking of which"
I blurted out whatever came to mind, sudden and unthinking.
“How do you even have children, Eternal Slave?”
I realized too late I’d said it.
In this situation, that question sounded like… well, like I meant something else.
I scrambled to rephrase it, but Rirya answered normally.
“Just like anyone else. We have intercourse with men, conceive a child, and then give birth.”
“…Right.”
The blunt phrasing actually helped me stay calm.
“However,”
“However?”
“Eternal Slaves can only give birth to other Eternal Slaves.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
That was a shock.
Rirya didn’t sound like she was joking. The slaves never lie to me, not even when they could.
No idea how the mechanism works, but that’s how it is.
“Huh. I see.”
“Rirya will have a child someday too. My dream is to have that child become your slave, onii-chan.”
“Huh.”
“My dream is to be your slave—mother and daughter, both under the same master… (,,,)”
Rarely did Rirya use the word “master.”
The weight of it settled in the air.
“Do you really feel that way?”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“All of us. Risha-sama, Mira-sama, Yuria-sama. We all feel the same.”
“…Oh.”
“You’re the best master ever. I want my child to serve you too.”
“Is that what Eternal Slaves think?”
“Yes! It’s the greatest honor—being a slave with our daughters, together.”
“I see.”
A sweet little slave.
Honestly, I was surprised. Never thought of it that way.
But it’s so like them. So very Eternal Slave.
So I agreed right away—felt good about it, too.
“Fine. If I have a child, I’ll make that child a slave too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I promise.”
……
Rirya?
What’s wrong with Rirya?
I wondered, but the reason was clear right away.
——Mana charged to 1,000,000.