Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

That's right, you better take my point, woman.

"Just to be clear, if another man asks for your hand, what do you do?"

"I tell him that I'm not comfortable, that he can screw right off, or that I'm sick, all depending on the situation. If my dearest master's insecurities can bear with it, this lowly one would rather not tell the king to fuck himself. Well, I would absolutely love to, since he played some part in my enslavement, but you get the point. It wouldn't be smart. I will get my revenge in due time."

I put my hand over her shoulder and hug her close. Well, as close as the sleeping beauty in my lap physically allows. I know how much Ayame still suffers, and will continue to suffer, because of the injustice committed against her. "You are absolutely right, the sweet taste of revenge will not elude your lips, Ayame."

She closes her eyes and finally accepts my pull, then nuzzles her head into my chest. "Thanks… I appreciate your support more than you probably realize."

"Don't mention it. Even if we didn't have a deal, I would still help you."

"Even if I completely rejected your advances and told you that I will only see you as a friend and ally so stop bothering me with your advances?" I might not be able to see her expression, but I can clearly tell that she has a cheeky grin on her face. What a sly girl.

"My lawyer has advised me not to answer this type of inquiry."

"Your what?"

"Let's move on to a different topic, this one is getting rather stale. Oh, yeah, I didn't get to answer your question, yes, your dearest master allows this lowly one to use her proposed methods of dealing with ugly bastards- I mean other men."

Ayame scoffs as she raises her head from my chest and straightens herself, but this time I don't detect anger but clear amusement in her voice. "Great. We were on the cusp of having our first real verbal argument."

"Hehe, yeah. Almost like a real husband and wife. We even have a family pet."

"Blossom is not a pet!" My adorable sleeping beauty is no longer sleeping?!

She then continues, "Blossom is Master's mate and subordinate. Or does Master put Quinlan Junior in his family dog?"

Using my own words against my person to accuse me of beastiality? I didn't think my gorgeous scatterbrain had it in her, to be honest. What a clever girl. I feel the urge to pet her head.

"Stop petting Blossom, she really is not a pet…" She protests, but makes no move to swat my hand away from her head as despite her best efforts at resistance she still enjoys my caresses way too much to commit such a sacrilege.

"It was just a figure of speech. I don't think of you as a dog, but perhaps due to your unique upbringing in the wilds, you stand out quite a bit as an airhead. Of course, I love you for it all the same, if not more. Don't you ever change." After saying this I land a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"Oh… Okay!" And with that, she went back to sleep instantly. Well, she certainly didn't manage- or even attempt to clear up any of my claims about her being an airhead.

"Are you going to have this talk with Blossom too?" Ayame questions after a few minutes of silence.

"You mean that she is my exclusive woman?"

"Yes."

"I should, I suppose. I know that she wouldn't cheat on me even if her life depended on it, but she might let someone else touch her if she thinks that she should allow it, similarly to your case with Broderick."

"Yeah, that's what I think as well."

"Then it's settled." I then move onto a topic that has been bothering me for a while. "What do you think about our new friend and his rather acquired taste in women?"

"That it's disgusting and not at all understandable." Oh, she doesn't mince her words at all.

"I see. Then I take it that his type is very rare in this world?"

"I would think so, at least in my ex-clan's territories Marjorie would've been fat shamed into oblivion. I've never seen a person even half her size, maybe not even one-fourth."

I'm happy to hear that this is the exception, not the norm. I don't even want to imagine the cost Broderick's pouch endures to keep his women's weight at this level.

I don't doubt that a significant portion of their earnings is spent on sustenance, and that should not be the case for a mithril ranked team, so a lot of less well-off men might not even be able to fatten their women up to their ideal states should they wish to. Well, I really don't care as long as they don't flirt or make out in front of me again.

He is allowed to pursue his dreams, even if said dream is to suffocate between flabs of fat.

As if having a 6th sense, or just listening in on us in secret, Broderick and Marjorie come back to us right as I'm finished with my conversation with Ayame. I hope it's the former option, and based on their nonchalant expressions I assume that to be the case.

We then chat amicably for a few minutes before I speak up; "can you tell us about Braedon?"

"Bro, it's a shithole-"

"Khm! Let me do the talking on this one, husband." Marjorie intersects, then asks me; "do you know about the Winterwood succession?"

"I don't."

"Well, long story short, the old Alaric Winterwood is on his deathbed and his three sons are duking it out amongst themselves. The issue is that each of them have strong backers so the stability in the county is horrible. Eric, the eldest governs Aldoria as its regent and is backed by the nobility, almost all barons are on his side.

Luke, the second eldest governs Cerdiel and is backed by both the Mages and Adventurers' guilds, which is rare since they are often at each other's throats. Then, the last, Griffin governs Braedon and is supported by the Vesper Consortium."