Hentai Dragon King

My vision was dyed completely red with rage.

The slave trader boss’s office looked like it had sunk into a pool of blood.

My eyes were probably bloodshot.

THUD!

I slammed my fist on the desk in anger. It split cleanly into two large pieces, sending countless splinters flying.

"Ugyaaaah!"

Screams—maybe from one person, maybe from all of them—filled the room.

When I stomped on the floor, the entire building shook violently up and down with a roar louder than the men’s screams, and the floor gave way.

"Hiiiiiiiii!"

All of us fell to the first floor along with the shattered wood.

I landed cleanly on both feet, but the entire slave trader group collapsed pathetically.

Ah, I’m such a softie. One of the logs that had been supporting the floor was about to smash straight into the true boss’s head, so I grabbed it and stopped it. Even though he was my hated enemy, I couldn’t just let him die.

"Did you grab the log?!"

I said it because I felt like I should.

I calmed down just a little. The log had brought back memories of lying in bed reading manga.

"P-Please... just kill me..."

The dust-covered true boss looked at the spiky log right in front of him, his face smeared with tears and snot, and wet himself.

"OGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

I almost lost myself to rage again.

If it were a woman wetting herself, it would be the best possible scenario, but having a man say "kill me" to me twice was the absolute worst!

The only reason I managed to barely hold myself back from going berserk was because, when the second-floor floor collapsed, I heard girls screaming from underground. I must have scared the beastman slaves in the basement. If I went all out, I might end up injuring the girls down there.

"Haa... haa... I’m going crazy with anger. Hey. I want to give your boss the most cruel, yet completely legal punishment possible in this city. What should I do?"

I called out to the macho guy who had earlier said, "I’ll even offer my ass, so please forgive me." Judging from that statement, this guy was probably gay. He probably hadn’t done anything horrible to girls. In that sense, he was the most harmless person here when it came to handling female beastman slaves.

"B-Boss broke a promise he made to the gods and tried to kill you, sir, to take back the goods... Even if he gets the death penalty, he can’t complain... Whether his entire clan gets executed too depends on the lord’s judgment..."

"I see. Breaking a contract sworn to the gods is that serious, huh. Plus there’s fraud and robbery involved... So, how is the death penalty carried out?"

"They... build a wooden platform north of the city, tie a noose around your neck, and leave you on public display."

"A public example, huh. Hmm..."

When I thought about how I was almost killed and the slaves might never have been freed, I definitely couldn’t forgive him, but actually killing him still felt difficult. Hmm...

Hm?

Looking closely at the macho guy now, he was wearing a collar. His thick chest and flabby belly had been so eye-catching earlier that I hadn’t noticed.

Wait a second.

"Hey, are you a slave too?"

"Y-Yes, sir. My family was poor, so I was sold..."

The other macho guy was also wearing a collar. It probably wasn’t for some special kink.

I glared at the true boss.

"Hey, I’ll spare your life. In exchange, free these people. I said I’d buy all the slaves, right? The initial 7 million should have included the price for these guys too."

"B-But..."

"I’m sure I said it. Even if I didn’t, add it to the extra 1 million. The stupid pussy you kidnapped gets a discount."

"U-Understood..."

The true boss crawled across the floor, touched the fallen crystal, and muttered something.

The macho guys’ collars glowed for a moment and then shattered.

When they realized the collars were gone after touching their necks, the two macho guys hugged each other. They were probably just celebrating their freedom and liberation. I’d like to believe there were no special feelings between the two of them.

Now the macho guys were free.

"Hm? Earlier you made the fake boss do that, right? Does that mean the beastman slaves haven’t been freed yet?"

"T-That’s..."

The true boss looked away.

Ah, so he was still trying to trick me.

"Come on. Hurry up and free the beastman slaves."

"U-Understood..."

The true boss muttered something again.

I wondered if the beastman slaves were truly freed this time.

I couldn’t completely rule out the possibility that I was still being deceived.

If he ran away while I went to check if the beastmen were really freed, it would be a pain...

Alright.

I’ll count on the macho guys to repay the favor.

"Umm, Macho Taro-san, Macho Jiro-san, could you two stay here and keep watch over the slave traders?"

"G-Got it."

I laid the true boss, fake boss, and filthy man face-down on the floor and placed the log on top of them. The two macho guys held the log down from both sides. This should make escape impossible.

"Where’s the way down to the basement?"

"There are stairs at the back of the room on the right."

"Thank you."

I headed toward the back room, avoiding the debris.

"Ah, um!"

"...?"

The macho guy called out to me in a hesitant tone, so I turned around.

"What is it?"

"W-Why... why did you thank me just now?"

"Huh? Well, you’re holding down the slave traders for me, and you told me how to get to the basement."

"W-Why are you speaking so politely to me?"

"Why...? Because you were just following orders, right? You’re not really a bad person."

"I-I think so..."

"Have you ever used that corn-sized giant dick of yours to forcibly rape a little girl who didn’t want it?"

"A l-little girl? I’d never do something that horrible."

"Then you shouldn’t act arrogant toward your elders."

Well, the macho guy looks big so he seems older, but he might actually be younger.

"Y-You’re a good person... I’d be happy to become your slave..."

"Wait. You’re a free man now. I might have paid for you, but you have the right to live freely as an individual."

"I want to become your slave! I don’t know anyone else as kind and cute as you!"

"I’ll accept the compliment ’kind,’ but stop calling me ’cute’!"

"You’re small and cute. Please make me your slave! I’ll do any embarrassing thing you want!"

"Rejected."

I cut off the conversation with the macho guy and quickly escaped down to the basement.

The only kind of slavery permitted in this world is consensual sex slavery between both parties.

Even if the macho guy is obsessed with me and wants to become my slave, I can’t make him a sex slave. If I turned someone with a corn-sized dick into my sex slave, our positions would reverse in an instant and I’d end up becoming the sex slave instead.