In The Demon Empire of Mistarea-

  A peaceful, remote vilge of demon folk was assaulted by a mad, raging bck behemoth of hate, tentacles, ah.

  "Gyaa!!!"

  "Run away!!!"

  "Waaahaaa!!!"

  "Someone inform the Governor!"

  The vilgers scattered all over the pot daring to face this grotesque abomination of pure hate. Some were whipped or crushed to death, while others were eaten alive! It first targeted those who ran away, like a stimuted cat hunting a mouse. Then, it attacked the houses, killing the children and elderly, but it still kidnapped several females before leaving with its bounty.

  Out of a vilge of several hundred, none survived. Several days ter, merts arrived at the ruins and were horrified at the se of age. When news came back, a team of 5th-level adventurers, led by a 6th-level Master, went to iigate.

  Unfortunately, their a was doomed to fail, causing more futile deaths and delivering additional strong females to the rape-beast.

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  Day 232 FC:

  At noon-

  Tharick carried Evile in his arms while following Torelia and Lilita through the forest, soon arriving in a Fey Settlement.

  It was a rustic yet fantastical pce without walls uards, where everyone was jovial and hedonistic. He saw Satyrs dao a lute, half-humanoids such as taurs and Minotaurs drinking at the same table and gambling, and even a couple having public sex between two buildings. Of course, some worked, but dece was thi the air.

  The Fey were inally amorous and det, but uhe influence of the three queens, these attributes intensified by a notch.

  When purchasing sves, the buyer had to arrive in person to sign the tracts, and when buying nd, Tharick had to indicate the nd he would like to purchase. That was why he had to e personally.

  To not be attacked on sight, Tharick disguised himself as a half-blooded incubus, sp a handsome visage, purple horns, wings, and a sharp tail, but otherwise appeared Human. He also used cealment Magic to hide his magical signature. While not wele in other pces, Succubi were accepted in The Court of Excess, making his appearance more pusible than a human.

  Tharid Evile gartention as soon as they arrived, especially Tharick. With his appeararansformed into a handsome male, his two racial abilities, Nature's Beauty and Enhanced Sex Appeal, made him supernaturally more attractive. Even if not deliberately, he was no worse than a full-blooded incubus in desirability. Tharick could practically feel the craving eyes of several women and, disturbingly, men on him.

  "Well, you sure are popur. Perhaps you should have lowered your looks," Evile joked.

  "I should probably be more modest ime..." Tharick warily said.

  "Hmhm. Perhaps you should." Torelia lightly chuckled.

  "Brother Ten- Tharick. Sister Evile. The shop is there," Lilita poi a rge shop in the middle of the settlement.

  "Okay, let's go." Thariodded, not wanting to stay for too long.

  As the four headed to the shop, some wao stop them for a chat but held themselves back. It wasn't because they were afraid but because they korelia and Lilita were doing business. Obstrug the operations of The Heavenly Indulgence Firm was the same as hampering the dealings of the three queens, a heavy crime they were unwilling to risk. That was especially so wheo a shop. Of course, some po stop them for a chat after they fiheir trade, whether to make a new acquaintance or for eai, with an underlying malicious and amoral motive if the other party showed weakness.

  Upoering the shop, which was filled with colorful odds and items seemingly without prote, as if begging a thief to try stealing them, the four noticed a hot feline behind the ter. She wore a revealing shopkeeper dress and a gentle business smile until she noticed Torelia and Lilita bringing two fresh ers.

  "Torelia! Little Lilita! Good day, meow! Who are the distinguished ers, meow?" Xyltora asked while rubbing her hands.

  "Miss Xyltora, this is Mr. Tharid Ms. Evile. They are here to pick up their sves and house and arrange nd assessment for purchase." Torelia expined.

  "Meow! Sir Tharid Madam Evile, I heard so much about!" Xyltora's eyes lit up as her golden monocle glinted, raising an eyebrow as her eyes nded on Tharick.

  "And I heard muiss Xyltora. You are even more stunning than Lilita described." Evile plemented.

  "Meow! Fttery won't get you a dist~." Xyltrinned before returning to her business look. "Enough bantering, meow. Please wait here while I fetch your new sves, meow."

  After she said that, she left the room through the staff door, likely heading toward the basement, leaving the shop unguarded, and even a petty thief could steal things from the shelves. Of course, only an ignorant fool would try to do that.

  Several mier, Xyltora returned with seveic sves about 18-20 years old, each with a unique charm. They wore a white tunid sandals each, reveali modest enough to be called clothes.

  "Meow, this is your new master, Sir Tharick. Greet him properly, Meow." Xyltora instructed.

  "Greetings, Master Tharick." The seven girls bowed, some fluidly and some more stiffly, showing different levels of sve training.

  "As you see, some of them were properly trained sihey were young, while others only became sves retly, meow. Of course, their prices were accly calcuted, meow," Xyltora expined.

  "That is fine. From left tht, please introduce yourselves," Tharick requested.

  The first was a bronze-skinned woman about 2m tall, killer curves and muscles in one package. The Amazonian woman's head sported two L-shaped sharp horns that could impale a man, a brown cow tail, cow ears, and legs. She had a stoic expression, like a well-trained soldier, ready to receive the order to attack the enemy.

  "Master, I am Mouva, a Gdiator. I became a sve as soon as I turned 7 and received sve and warrior training due to my high talent. When I turned 15, I began fighting in the arena, fighting 57 matches, winning 43 and tieing 12. When I turned 17, I received formal sexual training, and while I did sexually serve ers, especially with my breasts, my vaginal and anal chastity were retaio preserve my worth, and I am now 19. I favor heavy ons, preferably a War Hammer, which I use in jun with my Gravity Magic. After I incapacitate my oppos, I use Sex Magic to suck them dry of their energy tthen myself or store their energy for another battle." The strong woman solemnly saluted, her rge breasts jiggling under her tunic.

  "Hot damn... I wouldn't miing sandwiched between those..." Tharick pervertedly thought.

  The sed etite girl with sharp Dobberman ears and a slim tail. She looked cute and was short, barely 1.5m tall, but Tharick keenly noticed her athletic muscles and posture, as if ready for anything. While disciplined, her eyes were devoid of emotions, her thoughts unknown.

  "Master, I am Hanna, a Shadow Guard trained by the Bck Hand. I was trained is of assassination, prote from the shadows, aive illusions from early childhood. I was sold to the Heavenly Indulgerading Firm as a pleted produd shall faithfully serve Master. While I received formal sexual knowledge, please five me for my ignorance, for I have never served a man." The girl said in a soft, monotone voice.

  "I 't get a read on her. Is she emotionless? Or did she learn how to hide her emotions?" Tharick wondered.

  The third was a seductive, milky-skinned woman with an hss figure, sharp elf ears, pink hair, and purple eyes. She had a horn on the left side of her forehead and sported a sharp tail behind her back but had no wings. She stared at Tharick, curiosity deep in her eyes, evaluating her new master.

  "Master, I am Shana, a Witch practig the olden ways. I was born in an elf vilge, but I was kicked out due to my fast growth and demonieage, and after some twists and turns, I reo a witder the dition that my freedom was hers. I was sold merely a week ago and barely received sve training, sive me if I e off as rude. Also, despite being 20 and knowing Sex Magic to carve Lewd Tattoos and having great i in sex, I never received formal training or practiced it aside from masturbation, sive me for my ignorance. I am also trained in 5th-level Evocation, Neancy, Alchemy, and ritual spells. I hope to serve you to the best of my abilities." The half-elf gave a courteous bow, lifting the hems of her tunic as if wearing a noble dress.

  "I use an assistant and studying partner." Evile smiled, more pleased than Tharick at her purchase.

  The fourth was a white-haired, voluptuous woman with patches of soft woolly hair on her body and droopy sheep ears. She was the only sve allowed a neckce holding the religious symbol of Ixmis, the goddess of Mercy, Healing, and Tears. Her golden eyes radiated warmth and motherly care, as if looking at lost mbs that needed guidance.

  "Greetings, Master. I am Jessica, a humble priestess of the merciful dy. I was born and raised in a regur vilge of half-beastmen, and I strongly believed ieags of the merciful dy. I fled to the Mystical Forest after my vilge was attacked by monsters, and by the grace of the merciful dy, I was taken in by the Heavenly Indulgerading Firm and allowed to keep my faith. Through the blessings of the merciful dy, I learned how to bine Healing Magic, Dream Magid Sex Magic, using my gifts to heal those I have close body tact with through cirg our energies, grantier sleep, and enhang the effects of training. I am 18 this year and received formal sve training and sexual knowledge, but I never had a sexual retionship with a gentleman, so do please five my inadequacy if you request my services." She said while giving a religious bow.

  "Improve training and sleep quality?! Worth it!" Tharick happily thought.

  The fifth urple Imp girl, a 1.2m shortstack with ically huge tits, thighs, and ass that her tunic could barely cover, yet illogically slim waist. She had a carefree expression, as if she wasn't being sold as a sve but going on a walk in the park. Tharick couldn't get a reading from her eyes, filled with chaotid sinful emotions.

  "Hello, Master! I am Yrelixia, but you call me Lixa for short. I am an 18-year-old hopeless sex addicted masochist, semen junkie, alcoholid gambler who spends all the money she earns on men, high-quality semen, gambling, and alcohol. I got drunk and ended up gambling away my freedom and future, hehe~." The self-destructive Imp girl rubbed the back of her head, as if a kid admitting to a minor blunder. "With that said, I suck your cock for some booze~? I make you feel real~ Thud* Acha!"

  The impudent imp received a prompt hit to the top of her head by an angry feline mert, while the other sves took a sidestep away.

  "The hell are you saying to your new Master, you damn wench, meow! Learn your pce, Meow!" Xyltora excimed in anger, veins bulging on her forehead, her feline eyes turning to slits in a threatening gre.

  "Ahn~ Kitty Mommy, you're supposed to hit the butt, not the head~, what if Lixa turns even more stupid~?" Lixa said in a sultry voice, apparently enjoying the pain.

  "You 't get more stupid than you are now, meow!" Xyltora retorted before apologetically turning to her stunned ers. "I am truly, terribly sorry for her dispy, meow. We tried training her, but even after two months, she is still as obstinate as ever, meow."

  "You sold us an addict? She is a fwed product! We want a refund!" Evile excimed.

  "Meow... Her price ropriately lowered to reflect that, meow. We sold her to you for 2 million, meow, but if she didn't have her fw, she could fetch over 6 million. Even then, it is unlikely we would sell her, meow." Xyltora expined.

  "Is tract Magic worth that much?" Thariquired.

  "Yes, meow. It is worth that much, even more than healing magic. If that weren't the case, this slut wouldn't be worth that much." Xyltora said.

  "Hehe~ I am an expensive slut~" Lixa made a v sign.

  "That's not something you're supposed to be proud of, meow!" Xyltora retorted again.

  "So, about that refund..." Evile warily raised her hand.

  "Meow, that would cost you a severance penalty of 10% of her selling value, meow. Are you sure you want to?" Xyltora awkwardly asked.

  "You are f her on us!" Evile's mouth gaped.

  "Rules are rules, meow. You should have asked before buying her, meow... Sorry." Xyltora had a bitter expression.

  "Nah, it's fine. We will take her." Tharick said at this time.

  "Tharick..." Evile had a bitter expression.

  "I believe she deserves a ce to show her worth." Tharick pced a reassuring hand on Evile's shoulder.

  "Hah... You are too kind, Tharick." Evile shook her head.

  "Hehehe~. Such a kind master~ Lixa will do her best to serve~." Lixa chuckled, her purple eyes fshing with a strange light.

  Ign the slut, Xyltora turo the two st sves, signaling them to step forward.

  The first etite and i-looking girl with rge breasts and butt with a pair of tiny horns on her head and a tail. She had blood-red tied in a bun and glowing hazel eyes, refleg curiosity and perversion.

  "Master, I am Zuzo, a craftswoman and enter who makes magical sex toys and role-py products. I didn't receive proper sve traini, sive me if I e off as rude..." The half-dwarf scratched her cheeks.

  "It is fine. But how did you bee a sve? Aren't you a craftswoman?" Tharick curiously asked.

  "Erm... My products worked well... almost too well... and local petitors started losing business and bmed me for it, so I received a bounty on my head and even got poisoned. As a st-ditch effort to preserve my life, I sold myself." The humble craftswoman told her shog tale.

  "Sss..." Tharid Evile took a deep breath.

  Getting a bounty due to making quality sex toys was a real eye-opener for them.

  "Yeah... since everyoold you their age, I am also 20, and since I use the sex toys I make all the time, I should be fih rougher sex. Anyways, o be w for you, Master." Zuzo said in an awkward tone.

  "Likewise." Thariodded, having a good impression of the girl.

  Last but not least was a rabbit-eared, malnourished girl with blue hair and sparkling white eyes like polished diamonds. Due to malnutrition, she was bony and weak and seemed to have a timid, bleak personality.

  "I-I am Mary, Master, an 18-year-old lowly sve and bastard born to a sve human mother and a beastman mert. Due to a ck of care, my biological father treated me as a sve as well and ested my aptitude, sellihree days ago to recoup losses and reduce mouths to feed after a failed business. The sve dealer found my Space Affinity, so he sold me two days ago for over a thousand times what my father sold me for to the Heavenly Indulgerading Firm. I cook, , and sew clothes, and was taught necessary knowledge, but I don't have experience, so please five me for any unsatisfactory service..." The rabbit girl said with a gloomy look.

  Tharid Evile shared a helpless look but decided not to fort the girl. They would have time ter.

  "Meow! Now that the introdus are over, let's begiransfer, meow." Xyltora said, taking out seven tract papers. "These are 7th-level tract Papers already signed by the seven girls, meow. These are one-sided tracts already signed by them, and you only o sign to accept their pledges, but please feel free to s them.

  Tharid Evile took the tract papers and carefully sed them. The tents were harsh and damning, essentially making the other side powerless and bound to Tharid uo resist any order, including killing themselves. Every time they refuse an order, they suffer gut-wreng pain, and if Tharick dies, they also die unless he transfers ownership in time. They were also incapable of iionally harming him, directly or otherwise, unless as a sequence of an order, including secrecy. Tharick could even punish them through the tract, taking everything save for their souls. They also couldn't be bound to anyone else.

  They were firmly in his grasp until he decided to free them, or they became powerful enough to resist the backsh of breaking the tract.

  In other words, uhey preferred to die, he could torture them as he pleased with no w stopping him.

  "Just as a reference, how much does a tract cost?" Thariquired.

  "A 5th-level tract costs 1,000 FP, and a 6th-level tract costs 20,000 FP, meow. 100,000 FP for a 7th-level tract, an 8th-level tract costs a million, and a 9th-level one costs 100 million FP, meow. But generally, even to an 8th-level powerhouse, a 7th-level tract's backsh is lethal unless he prepares himself a new body or finds a trustworthy Deal Maker of the corresponding level to help remove the tract." Xyltora expined.

  "Luckily, only Master Wizards must sign a tract to tiudying iower, and Master Zefaris likely looked down on us too much due to being weak. Otherwise, our scrooge of a master would have forced us to sigharick thought.

  After making sure there were no malicious loopholes, fine print, or illusions cast on the papers, Tharick decisively bound them to himself.

  After binding a tract, the words flew out, turning into balls of light that split into two parts and were absorbed by Tharid the seveharick keenly felt the trol he had over the sves, and he could punish or even kill them with a thought.

  "gratutions on obtaining seven new sves, Sir Tharick, meow. Would Sir Tharick be ied in buying ies for his sves, meow?" Xyltora asked while rubbing her hands.

  "I think it would be a good idea. We 't have them wearing tunics all the time." Evile nodded.

  "Okay. I also think they should have some equipment." Thariodded and turo the seven waiting sves." I will give each of you a million-point budget. Buy the ies, clothing, and equipment that you need."

  "Oh! Oh! I buy booze, then?" Lixa's eyes glowed iement.

  "NO!" Tharick, Evile, and even Xyltora angrily retorted.