“……Hiiih……No… Don’t squeeze me… Nya… Yah~n……Don’t pet me… Nyaahhh—”
Elise’s slender fingertips precisely stroked and rubbed Fleur’s sensitive spots. Each time a sensitive area was stimulated, Fleur arched her back with a shiver, and her ecstatic moans echoed in the room. Elise, through her playful interactions with Shera, was well aware of the weaknesses of Fox Beastkin.
Fleur, her face flushed red, protested, but her speech was becoming slurred. Furthermore, her eyes were glazed over, and her legs felt like they were about to give out.
“This girl (Fleur) has a really flat chest, doesn’t she?”
Pretending to attend to the weakening Fleur, Freya touched her chest. Fleur had been won at the Blue Sky Slave Market and brought back, so she was only wearing the thinly-made slave garments prescribed by the Slave Merchant Guild’s internal rules. The slave garment also had a short hem, so Elise’s playful hands would occasionally lift it, exposing her genitals.
Fleur seemed to be in a state of sexual excitement due to Elise and Freya’s playful actions. On her gently sloped chest, what appeared to be nipples poked out, and they seemed to react to Freya’s delicate fingers as they toyed with her breasts. Fleur’s breasts might be small, but her sensitivity seemed to be quite high.
“……Iya-n♡ Nooo♡ Nya… pant… pant… I’m melting… nya…”
Breathing heavily, Fleur looked like she was on the verge of climax.
“Elise, Freya, are you satisfied yet? I need to interrogate Fleur about some matters…”
I called out to Elise and Freya and requested them to stop their playful actions with Fleur. At my request, or rather, my command, the two reluctantly ceased their teasing.
“……Pant… pant… pant… It’s over!? Nya?”
By then, however, Fleur was already panting, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Hal, it seems you have business with Fleur as well… I suppose this is all for today.”
“Yes, Freya is also satisfied for the time being.”
“As expected… you two are dangerous… Nya.”
Elise and Freya, with satisfied smiles, sat on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, Shera, hidden behind me, trembled at the playful acts that had unfolded before her.
“What is going to happen to me… Nya?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry… Fleur-chan… Nya.”
Fleur, having been released by Elise and Freya, seemed to have calmed down a bit. She looked bewildered by the gazes of the unfamiliar girls. Noticing this, Shera hurried over to comfort her. Shera, who had initially sold Fleur to Elise and Freya due to her own aversion to such acts, now felt pity for the beautiful Fox Beastkin girl, who shared the same fox ears and tail as herself.
“The interaction between these two little foxes is quite amusing.”
Seeing Shera comforting Fleur, Elise remarked with a dark smile and a meaningful tone.
“I would like to see that as well.”
Freya immediately agreed.
*They’re just like that one Princess Knight… slaves to their desires!* I thought, feeling indignant.
“I… I was bought by… an awful place… Nya.”
“D-Don’t worry… Nya. Speak slowly… Nya.”
Fleur was unnaturally frightened, so Shera hugged her from behind the backrest and offered advice.
“M-My name is Fleur Flat! I’m 15 years old, just recently became an adult!! And then, —”
Seated on a chair in the center of the guest room, Fleur began to give a brief introduction of herself and talk about the dire circumstances of the Fox Beastkin. Even though she was surrounded by girls her own age (except for me), it was as if Fleur was in enemy territory, under intense scrutiny. Nevertheless, Fleur recounted the events, supported by Shera.
In the world we live in, the most populous intelligent species is said to be the Human Race. In contrast, the population of demi-humans is generally small, and they often form small villages by huddling together with members of the same species. Of course, there are powerful races like the Elves, who have established kingdoms and developed, such as the Tintaal Kingdom where Dietlinde was born, but such cases are rare exceptions.
However, despite their smaller numbers, demi-humans often possess formidable individuals blessed with exceptional racial skills. As they were formidable soldiers capable of fighting one against a thousand on the battlefield, humans could not ignore them.
Fleur’s home village, inhabited by Fox Beastkin, not only led their race but was also a leading figure among the demi-humans living in the area. The descendants of a lineage that had produced chieftains for generations prided themselves on their distinctive pure white fur. This characteristic was also shared by Shera’s fur.
Their ancestors could easily wield the Beastkin racial skill, “Beastification,” and those with exceptional strength were said to have possessed multiple fox tails. Thus, wielders of “Beastification” appeared with considerable frequency, but those with multiple fox tails were now only spoken of in the fireside tales of the elders or in legends.
Shera seemed to be sweating cold as she listened to Fleur’s story. This meant that Shera, by blood on her mother’s side, was a descendant of the chieftain of the Fox Beastkin. It seemed that Shera would be positioned not so much as a half-human, but as a descendant of a legendary maiden. In particular, Sierra, the second form of “Beastification,” would be equivalent to the legendary two-tailed white fox.
Fleur’s village, called Shiltoppa, was apparently a peaceful village in a remote rural area. However, to fight the Demon Lord Army that invaded from the northern countries, the valiant youths enthusiastically volunteered for the Human-Demi-Human Allied Forces. Naturally, in Shiltoppa village, the remaining women, children, and the elderly huddled together to protect the village. Consequently, only the chieftain, Seshen Fariwan, possessed any significant combat power. In such a desperate situation, the Espana Imperial Kingdom, in its expansionist ambitions, subjugated the surrounding countries, leading to an increase in bandits and highwaymen composed of refugees and defeated soldiers, causing a rapid deterioration of public order.
It is likely that among them, vicious individuals emerged who abducted girls of marriageable age and sold them illegally as playthings for nobles and wealthy merchants. Furthermore, the Fox Beastkin possess wonderfully soft and fluffy fox tails, and to collect these, muggings were frequent, resulting in the sacrifice of many innocent villagers. Sensing danger to their lives, they built a new hidden village of Shiltoppa in the demonic Gomelas Valley, far from human settlements, and lived there in seclusion.
Seshen Fariwan, who bore the heavy responsibility of chieftain, was himself recently attacked by ruffians, not only had his prized fox tail cut off but also suffered a severe injury to his left arm in the battle. Seshen had not recovered and had taken to his sickbed, reportedly searching for a successor he had designated. For Fox Beastkin, a beautiful fox tail is a symbol of beauty and a critical point connected to many nerves. Most who had this vital spot cut off would fall ill and become bedridden.
And that designated person, Seshen, had an aunt who had run away from home, and he apparently intended to entrust the succession to her. Incidentally, the aunt’s name is Sherazade Fariwan. Meanwhile, Shera Hazel’s mother had adopted the name Sherazade Hazel, but the surname Hazel was her mother’s maiden name, and her real name was apparently Sherazade Fariwan. Therefore, Shera and Seshen were uncle and niece.
When this familial relationship was explained by Fleur, and Shera was once again asked to assume the position of chieftain of the hidden village, Shera clutched her head. Shera had been the last princess of the Kingdom of Sazania, a power in the Southern Nations. However, she had refused the request to restore the Kingdom of Sazania, an initiative proposed by Princess Elizabeth of the Espana Imperial Kingdom (aka “Bess-chan”), and steadfastly refused to become queen. Now, a fate tied to her maternal lineage had caught up to her.
“Hal… I don’t want to… I’m scared… Nya.”
Listening to Fleur’s story, Shera hugged herself with her arms and sat down small. This had happened just as she thought she had regained her freedom, after handing over the royal seal of the Kingdom of Sazania to “Bess-chan.”
“Shera-sama… Please… Help me… Nya.”
On the other hand, Fleur turned her burning gaze towards Shera. The roles had somehow been reversed.
“So, Fleur fell into slavery because she was kidnapped?”
I questioned Fleur about the circumstances that led to her being put up for auction at the Blue Sky Slave Market.
“I became a slave because —”
As expected, it seemed Fleur’s ordeal began with being kidnapped by bandits. That day, Fleur had been gathering wild vegetables in the forest a little distance from Shiltoppa’s hidden village. Because the harvest was less than usual, she had unknowingly strayed far from the hidden village and, as a result, was discovered by bandits. She said she was knocked unconscious by a bandit who crept up behind her, and when she next awoke, she was bound with handcuffs and shackles, and a gag was placed in her mouth.
Furthermore, at that time, Fleur had already been sold to a slave trader. And that slave trader’s name was Shota, a rogue Fox Beastkin who had previously been expelled from the village. Naturally, despite being a Fox Beastkin himself, Shota detested his own kind. Incidentally, according to what Shota had said, Fleur’s buyer had already been decided. This made me wonder why he would put up Fleur, for whom a buyer was already determined, for auction. Come to think of it, when I tried to handle the paperwork backstage, he kept insisting that he wanted this transaction canceled… Was this the hidden reason!?
“Why did Shota put Fleur up for auction when she already had a buyer?”
I asked out of curiosity.
“Shota’s objective was… to publicly humiliate me and… to earn some pocket money… Nya.”
She explained that when she was initially brought onto the special stage, she had been complacent, thinking that no one would bid for her. Nevertheless, when Shota ordered her to undress, she lost her composure due to shame. Indeed, Fleur had seemed unusually composed when she first appeared, but she had become erratic once the undressing began. Come to think of it, Shota also referred to it as an exhibit for reference. He must have intended to use the fee for this exhibit as pocket money.
“So, did you hear about the final buyer?”
“Shota explained condescendingly that I was sold to a political merchant named Harald Hattan, and after that… I would be delivered to a certain Baron… Nya.”
“That’s quite elaborate… but perhaps the Baron who desires Fleur intends to violate the ‘Inter-Species Slave Treaty,’ won’t he?”
Summarizing Fleur’s story, it seems the bandits’ target was Fleur from the beginning. Since Fleur is a beautiful girl, it is likely that a certain Baron who desired her fell in love with her and adopted this roundabout method. For the Human-Demi-Human Allied Forces, who were engaged in fierce battles with the Demon Lord Army, the Baron’s actions would be an unforgivable breach of trust and an act of aiding the enemy. If this fact were revealed, the Baron would likely be punished as an example. That is why he resorted to such complicated methods!
Their miscalculation was that Shota, the Fox Beastkin slave trader they implicated, unilaterally put Fleur up for auction at the Blue Sky Slave Market, and that she was then coincidentally won by me and Shera, who happened to see her. It is possible that we might be attacked by Shota and have Fleur taken from us.
“Hal, something needs to be done about the group that kidnapped Fleur. I will also assist to the best of my ability. That Baron is a disgrace to the nobility of Espana!”
Alicia, who had been quietly listening to Fleur’s story, made a declaration of resolve. Alicia is serious, so she likely cannot tolerate such despicable acts that tarnish the pride of the nobility.
“This is becoming an interesting development. I shall lend my assistance as well!”
Dietlinde stood up and agreed with Alicia. It seemed that as a fellow demi-human, she had her own feelings about the matter.
“If we are to dismantle this scheme, perhaps we should start by getting close to the slave trader Shota or the political merchant Harald Hattan to identify the certain Baron?”
Ly, who smiled wryly, also offered her cooperation. It did not take long for this atmosphere to become the consensus of the “Princess Harem.” Harald Hattan, the political merchant, has his head office in this town of Sodom, so we decided to visit and check the situation tomorrow.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 33-7: The Arrogant Evil Doer Will Not Last Long ①
is scheduled for publication at 0:00 on June 8th.
