Self-NTR

"Everyone, line up, please~"

At the edge of Magatan, right in front of me—newly joined with the guild’s workers—stood Vera.

A young Eternal Slave in a grass-green dress.

Yuria’s daughter, Vera.

Just like her mother… no, rather, fulfilling her mother’s wish—both mother and daughter made slaves to me.

Of course, she’s also my child.

In front of Vera, men gathered and lined up neatly.

Typical, rugged laborers, clearly built for physical work.

The thinnest one? Definitely me.

"Today, we’ll make lots of houses."

Vera spoke with her mother’s calm tone.

A slightly clumsy way of talking—endearing to watch.

"Work sites. And along with those, garbage disposal sites too."

Garbage disposal, huh.

A facility set up in towns all over, right after it was developed.

A place that solves the garbage problem that comes with more people.

So it’s something you actually build.

“You two.”

Vera pointed to the men standing side by side, starting from the far right.

“This is the scrap heap. Bring this from the town center here.”

“Got it!”

“Leave it to us!”

The two named men took off running.

Vera kept pointing, assigning tasks one after another.

The men assigned all ran off, eager and excited.

Eventually, it was my turn.

Vera came right in front of me, looked up.

“……”

“What’s wrong?”

“……”

No answer, even when asked.

Just those cute features, those dark eyes—staring straight up at me.

What’s wrong with you?

“Your name?”

“…Sakimori, but…”

“No. Not your master…”

She shook her head.

Just for a moment—definitely felt it.

I’m using magic to disguise myself. Honestly, not a single trace of my original face left.

More like a full transformation than a simple disguise.

And Vera… somehow sensed it.

Her whisper matched it exactly. My heart skipped.

“Uh… me… what should I do?”

I accidentally switched my pronoun and tone.

“Hold this.”

Vera handed me a single sheet of paper.

I opened it up and looked inside.

“…Blueprint?”

“Design, plan.”

“Ah, I see.”

The drawing was divided into blocks, each filled in a different color.

“Which color is this place?”

Vera asked.

I compared the blueprint to the actual terrain. It was the farthest corner.

The spot Vera stood on was painted red.

“Red.”

“Akane.”

Vera pulled out her slave card and drew a magic circle on the ground.

Stepped a few paces, stopped, then listened again.

“Where’s this color?”

“Red again. Next is blue.”

“Red and blue…”

Vera drew the magic circle exactly as I’d shown her.

I couldn’t help wondering—who’d drawn this map, anyway?

Yuria? Or some other slave?

Either way…

After finishing the circle, Vera took a breath. She looked sweet.

A little eternal little, finished her task, chest puffed out, breathing hard—adorable.

I couldn’t help it. I ruffled her hair.

“Huh…?”

—Magic power charged: 5,000.

Vera smiled, dazed and dreamy. Even her face was cute.

But then she snapped back, jumping away from me.

What’s wrong?

“N-no… no good…”

“No good?”

“Vera has a master.”

“…Ah. Sorry about that.”

I see.

That’s what it means, then—no good for a slave to get pleasure from someone else touching her head.

Vera jumped back, her face twisted in something too complicated to read.

I mean, it’s not like I wanted to make her uncomfortable, but honestly… it hit me how weird it felt, like I’d just stolen my own slave.

To shake it off, I stiffened myself and focused on being just another townsman.

After that, I blended in with the other men, carrying materials into the magic circle as Vera instructed.

Midway, the men brought out sweets they’d prepared in advance and handed them to Vera.

She beamed, her whole face lighting up as she devoured the treat.

The sight of her eyes drooping at the corners—so unmistakably childish.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, I noticed something.

Vera took the sweets from the men, smiled, ate them—no magic charge.

“Could it be…”

I formed a hypothesis, took a sweet, and handed it to Vera.

"Madam Vera, this one’s delicious too."

I offered it to her.

"Thank you."

She took it with a smile so bright it hurt the eyes.

——Magic charge: 15,000.

Damn. Charged magic.

Her smile was exactly the same as before. The act of taking it and eating it—unchanged.

Yet when the other men gave her sweets, nothing happened. Only when I gave it to her did the magic charge.

Seems like magic only charges when I’m the one giving the smile.

Well. She’s my slave. So that’s only natural.

"Um…"

She stepped forward, looked up at me.

Shy. Fidgeting. Then, with sudden resolve:

"Sorry… thank you."

——Magic charge: 3,000.

A sorry kind of thank you.

I felt even more like I’d just stolen my own slave’s heart.

Kinda fun, but Vera seems bothered. I’ll keep my distance from the slaves when I’m in disguise from now on.

Just as I decided that, I saw Yuria running from afar.

Yuria, not in disguise.

The men stirred. Vera hurried over.

Then, suddenly, I thought:

Stealing my own slave’s heart.

That’s why Vera felt different—unlike usual.

What if I did the same to Yuria?

If I could make even Yuria’s rare smile stretch wide…

Worst case, just wasted effort. Still, yeah. I’ll try.

Just as I was thinking how to go about it—

Yuria marched straight toward me.

“Goshu—Sakimori, right?”

She took a breath. Recalibrated.

Yeah. Right now, I’m Sakimori, a resident of Magatan.

“Got work. Come with me.”

“Understood.”

Nodding, I follow behind Yuria.

Vera came along too.

The other men eyed her with envy, shoving her out with a, “Listen to Yuria’s orders properly, now.”

And so, having arrived at a place no one else frequented.

Oh no, my lord...

that sort of thing.

A face pressed to the edge of desperation.

Suddenly, it comes to mind.

You can handle it unless it’s an emergency.

I was telling Yuria that.

Something urgent, then?

Yuria nodded once, sharply.