The Freed Slaves Are Obsessed

“Let’s decide the order. From now on, only one person will come to my bedroom at night.”

Even after the slaves had crowded into my room, they kept coming for several days in a row.

It was a rather... suggestive situation for a man, but if this continued, I felt like I might die as a person. I couldn’t sleep properly.

“Actually, we’ve thought about it too. But there’s one person who won’t give up a single day.”

Arpia glanced at Lin.

“Well, everyone thinks the same as Lin. Who here doesn’t want to be with the Master every day? No one, right?”

Lin answered without changing her expression, as if she had done nothing wrong.

“See? But when it comes to deciding the order, everyone will have to follow, so...”

“So that’s why you’ve been coming together every night, protesting?”

“Yeah. When Lin and Mirabel opened the way, we thought we wouldn’t be able to refuse. By the way, this was Elise’s plan.”

Elise winked with a sly grin.

“Cute girls are invincible.”

Everything was planned from the beginning.

It was scary when you gathered all the sharp-minded ones together.

“There are six of us, so let’s take turns each day. One day a week, I’ll be alone. I need some time to myself too.”

The order was decided after a serious discussion among the others.

The first turn went to Elise, who needed to drink blood soon.

Next came Asies, Mirabel, Narsha, Arpia, and Lin. I thought Lin would whine and try to go first, but it was surprising.

“She probably thinks the essence will taste worse if I drink her blood.”

Lin said this.

Even small actions had their own reasons.

She would probably be the best at scheming.

It seemed that Lin’s strategy irritated Elise.

“Taste worse? I’m not carrying germs, I’m just drinking Master’s blood.”

“Who said anything? I just thought it would be like that.”

“You don’t realize that saying things like that can hurt others? Didn’t you learn anything while growing up?”

“Lin was raised by Master since she was young. Should I understand that as you badmouthing Master?”

Lin’s attack with her sharp words.

But Elise, who had experienced everything, easily brushed it off.

“Well, I don’t know. All the other slaves are fine, but if you’re the only one like this, I think it should be interpreted as your problem. Blaming Master for your own ignorance. You’re not even qualified as a slave. Tch.”

“......”

Fire flashed in both of their eyes.

It was like invisible laser beams colliding.

It seemed like there was no day when they didn’t fight.

“Alright, alright, let’s not fight. It seems like you all have many complaints about each other, so let’s resolve it once and for all while we’re at it.”

I had to mediate for the sake of my peaceful life. However, they didn’t seem to listen to words alone, so I decided to try something else here.

“Shall we play Master’s Game?”

****

When you enter university or join a company, there’s always an orientation.

It’s a time to get to know each other, which later helps improve productivity.

The method Karami came up with was exactly that. He intended to break down the invisible barriers between the slaves by pretending it was a game.

Karami and the slaves sat in a circle on the floor.

There was a small dispute over who would take the seat next to Karami, but it was quickly suppressed under Karami’s leadership.

The ones who sat next to their Master were Elise and Narsha, who didn’t participate in the fight.

Asies, claiming to be sleepy, was quietly snoring on the bed.

“Master’s Game, huh? I’ve never heard of this type of game. What kind of game is it, Master?”

“There are six sticks in this container. Each stick has a number, and only one stick has the word ‘Master’ written on it.”

It was essentially a version of the King’s Game, just with the name changed to Master’s Game.

They don’t listen to the king’s orders, but they do listen to Master’s commands.

“The rules are simple. The person who draws the stick with ‘Master’ written on it becomes the Master for that turn. The remaining five will be slaves. The person who draws the ‘Master’ stick will have the right to give commands to the other slaves.”

“Give commands to the slaves? Does that include yourself?”

“Of course. If I draw a slave’s stick, I too will have to follow the Master’s command at that moment. All slaves must follow the Master’s orders.”

At that, the five slaves stirred.

‘The chance to give orders to Master?’

The thought echoed in every slave’s mind.

“Master, does that mean we can give any command?”

Lin asked seriously, her expression full of meaning.

“Excessive violence and overly lewd acts are prohibited.”

“How far is too far?”

That was a very good question.

Finally, someone was stepping up.

The slaves focused intensely, as if this was the most important issue.

Karami pondered for a moment.

“You can touch the skin, but no touching of important areas. That should be sufficient.”

Some seemed disappointed, but nodded, agreeing that it was fair enough.

“Master, what if the other person refuses?”

“If they don’t obey, it’s a penalty. The person who refuses will be excluded from the turn. Fairly, if I refuse, the Master of that turn will be rewarded personally.”

Excluded from the turn.

You couldn’t miss this rare opportunity, which only came once a week.

So, no matter what command was given, they had to obey.

“Anything that happens in the game should be resolved only in the game. No revenge afterward.”

This should make it easier for everyone to play and get along comfortably.

Karami marveled at his own foresight.

“Shall we begin?”

****

The five slaves stared at the container full of sticks.

The rule was simple.

You had to draw the “Master” stick.

Once you drew that, you could give Karami any command.

It was a golden opportunity to command the Master!

You couldn’t miss this.

“Alright, go ahead and pick.”

First turn.

Each of them took a stick.

After checking their sticks, the ones who didn’t have the “Master” written on theirs sighed in disappointment. But one person was smiling and showing her stick to everyone.

“Wow. Lin’s the Master?”

Lin showed her stick with “Master” written on it to the others.

Out of all the people, it had to be her.

What kind of command would she give? I already felt uneasy about it.

Everyone nervously swallowed their saliva as they looked at Lin, and she gave her first command for the Master’s Game.

“Number 5. Kiss Master’s belly button for 5 seconds.”

From the start, a rather risqué command.

Now, the “Master” wasn’t Karami, but Lin, who had drawn the “Master” stick.

In other words, she was ordering someone to kiss her belly button.

A pretty high-level command right from the beginning.

Who the hell would have to do such a terrible thing?

Poor number 5.

Everyone looked at each other, searching for a scapegoat.

“Hmm... it’s me. Number 5.”

It was Karami.

At that moment, several mixed emotions collided in the air.

Why did Master have to be the one to do such a thing?

I wish I could get a kiss on my belly button too.

Those kinds of thoughts.

Karami stood up and approached Lin. She lifted her shirt, exposing her abdomen.

Her skin was a pale, peachy color. The gentle curve of her stomach and the slight indentation of her belly button seemed as if it would cave in if touched.

Even from an objective perspective, it was a seductive abdomen.

Karami placed a kiss there.

Five seconds.

Enough time to enjoy the feeling of her soft lips.

For some, those five seconds felt like an eternity, and when Karami pulled away, Lin couldn’t stop the smile curling on her lips.

“Ugh...”

It was cruel to watch someone kiss Master helplessly.

How brutal was this game?

But if you were the one who drew Master’s stick, you would receive the same treatment.

The heat had risen a level.

Karami put the sticks back into the container and shook it.

Second turn.

One by one, each person took a stick.

When they saw their own stick, they sighed.

As the sticks disappeared, the sighs grew.

Then, Lin, who had been Master in the previous round, drew the last stick.

Lin checked her stick casually.

“Wow~ Lin’s Master again?”

Again? Lin was Master for the second time in a row?

“Hmm... who should I choose this time? Ah, Number 1. Would you like to come to the front and sit with your eyes closed?”

Who was Number 1...?

“This time... it’s me again.”

Karami raised his hand.

Karami, accepting the gaze, walked up to Lin and sat in front of her.

What was she planning to do this time?

Lin gave a playful smile, showing it off to the nervous slaves.

Then, in a flash, she lifted her skirt and covered Karami with it. She pulled his head into her lap, wrapping him up in her skirt.

“Wait a second!”

“What’s wrong? I didn’t break any rules. And if you really didn’t like it, Master would refuse, right? But you’re not resisting at all? Hmm... Master’s breath is so hot.”

“Ugh! Enough time has passed! Let go of me!”

Elise scolded, and Lin smiled, loosening her grip.

Karami tumbled out from under her skirt.

From him, the sweet, heady scent unique to a nine-tailed fox wafted. His face was flushed, as if he were drunk on it.

Arpia glared at Lin.

“You...”

“What? If you have complaints, go ahead and draw Master’s stick.”

Lin shrugged her shoulders.

Just wait.

The slaves gritted their teeth in frustration.

Third turn.

Once again, Lin was the last to draw.

Everyone, praying to the universe, drew their sticks.

Another failure.

So, who would be the Master this time?

“Oh my, Lin’s Master again?”

“Time out!”

“Hey! You cheated! How could Master appear three times in a row? And you didn’t even check what you drew just now!”

Instant protests erupted.

Now that I think about it, it was strange from the beginning.

In this Master’s Game, it wasn’t just about drawing the “Master” stick. Without knowing the opponent’s number, you couldn’t easily give any command.

That was why Karami had chosen the King’s Game. Even if there were personal grudges, the randomness made it impossible to act recklessly.

But Lin seemed to pick Karami every time.

She acted in her own favor.

And she did it twice in a row.

There was no way this could happen unless she knew exactly which stick Karami had.

Lin didn’t flinch at the protests.

She casually toyed with the stick, maintaining her confident attitude.

“Do you have proof that I cheated? If I had used my ability openly, Mirabel would’ve caught it. Right?”

Arpia looked at Mirabel, but her expression wasn’t bright. She hadn’t detected anything, meaning she hadn’t noticed a thing.

“Lin’s good luck? Don’t sulk. Didn’t you learn that if it’s not discovered, it’s not a crime?”

If it’s not discovered, it’s not a crime.

That was one of Karami’s guiding principles.

Unable to do anything, Arpia grumbled.

Still dazed from Lin’s pheromones, Karami snapped back to reality and spoke.

“Lin, you manipulated the luck, didn’t you?”

“Hmm~ I didn’t manipulate it. I just gave a little luck.”

The luck that made Lin draw the Master stick. The luck that made Karami draw a specific stick.

The connection between a nine-tailed fox and fate was inseparable. It was as natural as breathing.

It didn’t take much effort to send the stick to someone.

Even Mirabel wouldn’t have noticed.

“That’s cheating! You’ve got to take the penalty!”

“Why should Lin take responsibility for something that already happened? If you wanted to change it, you should have said something earlier, or turned back time. Then I’ll take responsibility.”

“Really?”

Mirabel grabbed her staff, preparing to gather magic. She looked like she might even turn back time, but Karami stopped her.

“The game should be fair. If one person cheats, it’s no fun. We’ll skip this round, but as a penalty, Lin will be excluded ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) from drawing Master’s stick twice from now on.”

“Tch. Fine.”

Lin, deflated, threw her stick into the container.

It was unfortunate, but she was satisfied with the two rounds she’d enjoyed.

She mixed the sticks.

Now, it would be a true game of luck with no interference.

The fourth turn arrived.