Revised on April 9, H28.
Revised again on April 28, H28.
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“Master Hal, p-please don’t hurt me…”
The seventh was Tirna.
Having heard about the “Body Check” from Elise and Ly, who had already finished their “Health Check,” she seemed terrified.
At 13 years old, she was the youngest member of the “Princess Harem.” Originally the head maid of former Imperial Princess Ly and the daughter of a fallen Count family, she had endured a life of hardship in poverty.
She was skilled in cooking and had even been taught the bedroom arts of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom’s imperial harem, which boasted a long history.
After the fall of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, she was enslaved and bought by a man named Park-li, nearly ending up as an ingredient for cooking—her life had been nothing short of tumultuous.
Her hair, once cut short in brown, had now grown to twice its length.
Her sparkling blue eyes and her still-developing, youthful body gave off a somewhat androgynous, boyish charm.
In another year or two, she would undoubtedly blossom into a stunningly beautiful girl.
Like the others, Tirna entered my office wrapped in nothing but a bath towel.
I hadn’t given any instructions about attire, but… it was probably Elise’s doing.
Then, as she stood before me, Tirna untied the towel and let it fall, leaving her completely naked.
“Master Hal, this is so embarrassing…”
Surprisingly, I got to see Tirna blushing with shame.
I had thought of her as still a child, but it seemed her mind was maturing faster than her body.
Tirna’s physique was in transition—still retaining some childish roundness while beginning to take on the soft curves of an adolescent girl.
Her nipples were about the same size as a boy her age, and her areolas weren’t much different either.
Though slightly swollen, compared to a slightly overweight boy, there wasn’t any noticeable difference.
Lowering my gaze to her crotch, the faint slit confirmed she was indeed a girl.
For a noble young lady, her development was rather lacking.
Likely, the years of poverty before Ly found her had left her malnourished.
“Tirna, sit on this chair.”
“Y-yes… Master…”
I gently lifted her eyelids to examine her bright brown irises.
Then, I turned her eyelids inside out to check for any redness…
Next came the breast examination. I softly covered both of her small breasts with my palms, feeling their rise and fall with her breath—no abnormalities detected.
Honestly, kneading her barely-there chest felt a bit awkward.
As for the “Body Check” of her crotch, I merely brushed my fingers lightly around her secret slit before concluding Tirna’s “Health Check.”
“All done, Tirna.”
“Th-thank you, Master Hal.”
Tirna seemed almost disappointed at how quickly it ended but hurried to leave before I changed my mind.
“Wait a moment, Tirna.”
“Wh-what is it?”
She turned back, startled.
“Tomorrow, Kirika, you, and I will go to the Grand Market in the Imperial Capital, Granza.”
“Huh!?”
“As a reward for helping with Yuria’s ‘Slave Training,’ I’ll buy you something.”
“Th-thank you so much, Master!!”
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“Master, I’ve arrived.”
The eighth was Edele.
She was Swan Hilda’s cousin, a year older at 15.
Back when she was a demonkin, though petite, she had impressive horns on both sides of her head.
Her long red hair, reaching halfway down her back, evoked the image of ominous bloodstains, and her demonic purple eyes radiated a sinister aura.
However, after dissolving her condensed horns with ‘Holy Magic’ from me, Mai, and Swan Hilda, her hair transformed into straight strawberry blonde, and her eyes turned clear blue.
Within the “Princess Harem,” she was the unsung hero handling household chores, claiming that domestic work suited her better than combat.
Lately, with Tirna busy with Yuria’s “Slave Training” and other tasks, Edele had been helping out in the kitchen as well.
“During the recent ‘Bath Meeting,’ I spoke out of turn. I sincerely apologize.”
Edele had proposed that “everyone should be loved equally.”
“I don’t mind. I’ve been thinking about how to address it…”
“Here, even slaves are treated with care. I dreamed that perhaps I, too, could be loved gently…”
When I pressed for her true feelings, the conversation turned to the horrifying marital customs of demonkin.
In demonkin society, where strength ruled under the Demon King Gandaro, male dominance was extreme.
Marriage was essentially abduction—brides stolen from their fathers were taken straight to the wedding bed.
Dressed in pure white bridal gowns, the grooms would tear the garments apart to violently take their virginity.
Given the size of demonkin anatomy, the brides’ vaginas would often tear, sometimes even rupturing, staining the white gowns crimson.
The more beautifully stained the gown, the stronger the heir was believed to be—so brides were left near death as part of the ritual.
Many demonkin maidens perished this way.
The brides’ vaginas were then “adjusted” to fit their husbands, molding them into obedient vessels.
It was shocking—akin to cutting a painting to fit a frame, but far more grotesque.
As a result, many demonkin wives couldn’t manage daily life without vaginal plugs.
Petite Edele, fearing abduction, had trained as a warrior in self-defense.
She also revealed that Princess Jumilande had fled partly to avoid being awarded as a prize in an upcoming tournament.
When I told her about Swan Hilda’s secret plan to rescue demonkin maidens, Edele eagerly pledged her full support.
The covert operation continued until the Hero Party defeated Demon King Gandaro, saving dozens of demonkin girls.
Though I occasionally suffered debilitating headaches from dissolving their condensed magic, the sight of these beauties was a balm for my eyes.
Of course, I couldn’t add them all to the “Princess Harem,” so relying on Cleric Lester’s memories, I placed them in convents under kind priests’ care.
They could return to secular life if needed, and who would suspect former demonkin hiding within the Asgard Holy Church?
Incidentally, in the Asgard Holy Church, clerics and priests held equal rank—a remnant of wartime when two sects were forcibly merged.
The long conversation seemed to ease Edele’s tension.
“Now, Edele, let’s begin your ‘Health Check.’ Please undress.”
“…Um… This is embarrassing…”
Her cheeks flushed crimson as she averted her gaze.
I stood, approached her, and patted her head reassuringly before untying her towel. It fell, leaving her bare.
“M-Master, do I look strange?”
“Your body is beautiful, Edele. Show it to me properly.”
And so, her examination began.
Her smooth strawberry-blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her anxious blue eyes stirred protective instincts.
Petite and slender, her small breasts bore light pink areolas with tiny nipples perched atop.
Between her thighs, a faint strawberry-blonde bush and tightly closed labia peeked out.
“Sit on this chair.”
“Yes… Master Hal.”
Following procedure, I conducted the “palpation check,” then moved to her breasts.
Since Edele had never been touched by a man, I had to be gentle.
As my palms cupped her breasts, her heartbeat quickened.
“Are you embarrassed?”
She nodded shyly—adorable.
I decided against kneading for lumps, settling for light pressure.
Finally, only her genital inspection remained, but shame kept her from spreading her legs on the bed.
I merely brushed around her labia before concluding Edele’s “Health Check.”
