Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem Chapter 223: Ayame’s Decision

This motion is no longer as fun as it was at first. If only there weren't multiple other parties watching us, I would've just killed these four annoying losers and let the girls go on their merry way. However, I don't wish to kill all these innocent teams who are observing the drama just to help the two. A man needs to have his own personal creed he lives by.

Chances are, I would've gone ahead with the slaughter if something like a Legendary artifact was on the line, but for two peasants…

Nope.

"I'm talking with them right now." I spit with great annoyance, in a low, threatening tone at the wannabe gangsters who immediately tense up. I'm not in the mood the listen to their screeching.

The respect I'm getting these days from the newbies is starting to feel rather good.

After reading between the lines I realize what elicited these desperate indebted girls to approach me of all people; my women. Four gorgeous, beautiful ladies flank me on all sides, and they are all clearly here of their own volition and are harboring no ill feelings towards me at all.

The fact that Blossom with her obvious dog-collar slave item strapped around her neck is hugging my arm like a newlywed wife who is madly in love with me is probably the greatest push they could've received in their situation.

Furthermore, even if I turn out to be a lecherous man who lusts after women all the time, why would I go after them instead of my four beauties? They probably think that I have no reason to exploit them sexually, and they are absolutely right.

The issue is that I do not have a need for them at all, in any shape or form.

Ayame, sensing my thoughts, voices her idea in my head by using the slave telepathy spell, [Master's Link]. Yes, after her extreme tantrum fit, I managed to convince her somehow to make use of it. It wasn't an easy task, let me say that much.

She's reaching here, after all, if I want servants I can just buy some servant slaves. It's true though, that I would much rather be weled by two cheery maids when we return from a triumphant battle than dejected, depressed ones.