My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“Nothing is certain.” I replied, ignoring the stinging in my face.

She jumped down from the post, landing next to me. The referee checked to make sure we weren’t going to keep fighting, and then he declared the win. Those that had bet on me were quite thankful, while those that had gone with her were very frustrated. She walked up to me, and I was a bit confused about what she wanted now that the fight was over.

“You are young and ignorant,” she spoke up. “It’s kind of cute.”

“Don’t let your master hear that.”

“Master…” She made a disgusted face. “He is not my master. I am no slave! I choose to be in his harem. We all do!”

“It sounds like you bully and force the other girls…” I responded.

“You wouldn’t understand!” She hissed. “Women just need to be given the opportunity. Ultimately, they all realize what is right for them, as I have done.”

“That just sounds like slavery.”

“You would know slavery.”

“I don’t do anything that a woman doesn’t want…”

“Then you are a fool. Women don’t know what they want,” she responded dismissively.

“You seem to know what you want, don’t you?”

“I do!”

“What do you want, immortality?”

She smirked, showing her fangs. At this point, her feline body had reverted to her normal form. It didn’t make her come off as any less the predator.

“You know much.” She cocked her head thoughtfully. “It’s true that my lord desires to make us all immortal. I do not care about such a life though. I would gladly give my life to my lord this moment if necessary. I want to give my everything for my lord and to become his everything. I want to be the best, the leader of his pride, the best woman in his life.”

“Will he give the same for you?” I asked.

“What do you know of it!” A flash of anger appeared on her face, but it was immediately replaced with another grin. “A proper woman accepts the love her lord gives her in whatever form he chooses.”

“That sounds like an excuse.”

She lifted her head innocently. “You know, I’ve started to slowly work on that fairy of yours. She’s quite resistant, but they all eventually see my lord’s greatness.”

“What did you say?” I perked up, anger flashing on my face.

“Oh, once I pulled off her wings, she became so timid. In time, she’ll happily be meat for my lord to consume.”

I reached out and grabbed her collar, pushing her against the ring. “You dare touch her?”

There was a whistle, and a referee who was starting the next match glared down at me. “No fighting!”

I realized I was nearly choking her. However, she wasn’t scared. If anything, she just seemed more amused. I let go, taking a step back. The referee lifted a finger. That was one warning. If I got another, I’d be out.

“My… my… did I touch a soft spot?” She asked, a grin on her face.

I had let her get under my skin, which is exactly what she had wanted. I quickly calmed down.

“I care about all of them,” I responded. “I love all of them.”

“And that… is why you’re fated to lose all of them!”