Chapter 24 - 4 - Ayane, The Spirit Fox (5)

Chapter 24: Chapter 4 - Ayane, The Spirit Fox (5)

Gabrielle handled all the explanations for me. In a nutshell, my company, Leonamon – which wasn't really mine, as Amon was the mastermind behind it – was on the hunt for more workers to ramp up our production. That explained my interest in purchasing all the prostitutes in training. Martha eyed me like I was her mortal enemy, especially when I initially only wanted to buy Ayane, the spirit fox. However, Gabrielle countered by highlighting Ayane's unique appearance, pitching her as the perfect model for our product. Gabrielle proved herself to be a master negotiator, and Martha eventually calmed down, taking in all the details.

Now, it was already 10 A.M., and I stood before the prostitutes in training, asking them to decide whether they wanted to join or not. I assured them they wouldn't be forced into the life of a prostitute and certainly wouldn't become my slaves. They exchanged unsure glances, grappling with the weight of their decision. This was their chance to escape the fate of becoming prostitutes. I was confident they'd seize this opportunity, but it appeared they still harbored suspicions about me. I urged them to think it over for an hour before I returned to hear their decisions, hoping that by then, they'd have made up their minds.

Afterward, I returned to Martha's office, where Martha, Gabrielle, and the old women were gathered. Martha shot me a displeased look when she saw me entering the room. It seemed like trust wasn't on the menu.

"I assure you, I won't do anything to them," I stated. "They'll be working for someone under me, a woman, and I won't go near them—I'm always busy."

"That's right," chimed in Gabrielle. "You don't have to worry about a thing. Despite his playboy appearance, Mr. Leon here is... very trustworthy."

Gabrielle seemed to enjoy tagging me with these labels. She'd called me a troublemaker once, and I'd punished her with a bit of neglect play. When she couldn't take it anymore, she had prostrated herself in a dogeza posture, begging for me to fuck her. She'd also labeled me an idiotic master once, and my response had been to fuck her without letting her cum. Honestly, Gabrielle might just be a masochist because despite the embarrassing kinks I'd used for punishment, she still persisted in tagging me with these labels. I wondered what kind of punishment I should dish out for her calling me a playboy?

"I don't know. I don't trust either of you. I just can't... sell them. It would make me no better than those despicable slavers I despise. The thought of handing them over to strangers without any clue about their fate sickens me. Do you honestly believe I'd entrust those women to you based on the mere words you both are spouting?"

It was tough trying to convince her to sell them. Her reasoning made sense, though. I only wanted to buy one of them, not the whole bunch. I wanted to dominate that one. I only said I'd buy them all in the heat of the moment, partly to flex my wealth and ensure she didn't underestimate it. But Gabrielle's idea of boosting smartphone production made sense, and I was leaning more toward buying them all now. Still, how do we make this happen?

As I pondered how to convince Martha to sell the trainee prostitutes, the old woman chimed in.

"I think you should sell them to him, Martha."

"Granny?!" Martha looked shocked, then her eyes turned angry. "You want me to treat them like some sort of pets?! You, of all people, shouldn't be endorsing such ideas!"

"I know this might not be the ideal suggestion, but... I believe these two aren't harboring any ill intentions toward them."

"I assure you, I won't be treating you like mere playthings."

"I'm sorry, but that's hard to believe," Ayane skeptically responded.

Was it really that hard to believe? Did I really give off some playboy vibe?

"I can smell the scent of arousal around you. And that arousal is potent that it rivalled all the men who step into this establishment."

What? She could actually smell arousal? Well, she is a beastkin, after all. It shouldn't have been that surprising.

"I have an outlet to channel all this lust, so rest assured," I calmly assured her.

I had Amon and Gabrielle to satisfy my desires, after all.

Ayane seemed to be assessing me with hesitation, her eyes delving into mine. After a momentary standoff, someone else in the group raised their hand.

"I'd like to go with you," declared the elf who had identified the genuine ancient coin. "Ayane is right. If I stay here, I'll end up being a plaything for countless men. If that's my fate, I'd rather have just one man enjoying my body. Besides, I don't know about the rest of you, but I still harbor dreams of returning to my homeland, my family. If I remain here, I fear I'll spend my life without ever setting eyes on them again. So, I'm seizing this chance," she announced to the other women. Then, her eyes locked onto mine again. "I'll become your personal plaything, as long as you grant me freedom and don't strip away my right to venture outside. Does that work for you?"

I was taken aback by her resolute decision. Well, she did mention having lived long enough to recognize an authentic ancient coin. It wasn't far-fetched that, unlike the other women, she was more mature and could rationalize the situation, thinking about the long run instead of just the immediate consequences of accepting my offer.

Ayane and the other prostitutes looked at the elf in shock.

As our eyes remained locked, I replied, "Okay. I'll accept you as my plaything. Devote your body and soul to me and only me."

With that, the elf woman responded, "Yes, master."