Chapter 41

I flee from the stares and glares of the judging audience. I was a grown man, and I am only into older women. Sixteen tops. If they happen to look like they are ten, I won’t object, but only because they are really older on the inside. It's not those tight, flawless bodies, those hairless snatches, and those innocent tears as 'do their best' to please their older brother. That's sick. I don't do that kind of taboo. 

What? I can instantly make her an adult? I am extremely powerful, and who can stop me in this world? Who’d know? Well, I’d know! Believe it or not, I have values, and one such value is yes loli, no touch. That’s also why I’m not going to reject her either. She’s like a fine wine. You got to put her on the shelf and let her mature for exactly six years before you can pop that open and taste those forbidden fruits.

It’s still tempting though, but I’m a real man, so there is no way I’ll succumb to her charms, even with those adorable cat ears, those golden eyes, and that long tail.

We were walking away from the slave auction and I was stroking her head. The head is a safe touch! Mother approved. I’m just stroking this underage pussy. Nothing to see here folks.

“W-where are we going?” Chris spoke up, realizing that after I bought her sister, I sort of just went off in my own little world while stroking his sister.

As for Jasmine, she preens under those kinds of touches. She has her eyes closed and even emits a purring sound despite the fact we’re walking. So adorable!

“Well, my girls and I are going to an inn for the night. Then tomorrow, I’m going to look for a mansion.”

“Y-your girls!” Chris looks at all of the beautiful women follow me and then blushes. “Wh-what about my sister?”

“Well, she’s my slave now…”

“You’re keeping her as a slave!”

“Yeah? I spent a lot for her?”

“B-but… I thought you were helping us out?”

“Haven’t I?”

“Y-you… wh-what about me?” he demands.

Well, it’s not like we ever made any agreement about anything. I saved his life, and even after that, he still wanted more from me.

“Don’t you owe me a ton of money?”

“Am I a slave too?”

“No… no… more like an indentured servant…”

“Geh!”

“It’s okay, Chris, I’ll definitely use my body and work off the debt with Master!” Jasmine opens her eyes and announces proudly.

“Woah… back the statutory up… maybe we can work something out in six years.”

“S-six years!” Chris cries out.

“Then… does Master what Chris’s body instead?”

“S-s-sister! I’m a boy! That’s not possible!’

“Ah… that’s right!” Jasmine hit her head and stuck out her tongue like she forgot. “But if Master wants it, isn’t it okay for Chris to give it?”

“I don’t want it!”

“Absolutely not!”

The two of us ended up shouting at the same time.

Well, Chris is cute enough that had he been a she, I absolutely would have fucked her brains out, but he is not a she.

“Ah… here’s an inn.”

We stopped at the closest inn. I didn’t really want to have this discussion anymore. I still had Merida to impregnant tonight, so I wasn’t lacking for pussy. I got four rooms and also paid to use the bathhouse. The girls all headed to the female side, and I went to the male side. When I opened the door to the bathhouse…

“It’s shit.”

“Hmm?” Chris asked.

I shut the door. “Hot spring!”

I opened the door again. The little itty-bitty bathhouse with a shitty round wood tub was replaced with a luxurious hot spring filled with various minerals that supposedly are good for women's skin. I’m sure the innkeeper won’t mind the upgrade. I’m not sure how the hot spring fits. It’s clearly larger than the surrounding land allowed. Also, we’re nowhere near a volcano. Meh… I let the magic sort out those details. Time for a bath!

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