Slave Harem In A Labyrinth Of Another World (Fix)

“Welcome back, customers.”

The receptionist gives us a greeting, as well as the key to our room.

“After dinner, can I get two hot waters and a lantern?” I ask him.

“Two hot waters and one lantern is it? That’ll be 50 copper, okay?”

After paying the fee, Roxanne and I went up the stairs to the 5^th floor, to our room.

After arriving at the room, Roxanne carefully put the items away, “Thank you very much.” She spoke while moving around quickly, and efficiently.

I wanted to help, but she politely said that she should do the work--and I just sat on the bed; I got up when she finished, and was bending over slightly to place the Rucksack on the desk--and I gently stroked her hair.

“While there’s still some sunlight, I should do some maintenance.” She spoke while I was petting her; I could see that she had the small jar of oil in her hands.

“E-err…” She turns around and faces me, then looking down with pink cheeks.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turns a little strange.

“What’s wrong?”

"N-Nothing, master." She shook her head, her hair swaying.

She tensed a little, as though conflicted, before beginning to move; hands trembling slightly, she gripped the top of her pants, beginning to lower them.

Ahh, now I understand.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the dining room.” I turned around and muttered, walking towards the door.

“Y-Yes Master.” Roxanne murmured quietly, her tone embarrassed.

Leaving the room, I walk down the stairs and sit at a table in the dining room.

“I thought you were getting a dinner for two?” The female form of the inn receptionist looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“She has to get changed and do some maintenance on her sword, she will be done soon.”

“I see, well, I will bring out your dinner.” The female-form inn receptionist nodded.

A few minutes later, Roxanne came down from the room--I had to convince her that it was alright for her to sit on the chair opposite me, instead of having to sit on the ground; other than that, dinner was finished without incident.

The sun goes down just as we finish eating.

Once we return to our room, the Innkeeper brings up the hot water, as well as a lit lantern.

After putting everything down, he leaves.

Roxanne stands perfectly still, eyes lowered and looking embarrassed.

“Can you wash my back?”

As I ask this, I begin to undress--I have to pretend not to be embarrassed…which is incredibly difficult; even though, since coming to this world, my body has improved. I have lost most of my excess fat, and gained muscle.

Obviously, I strip completely.

I place the lantern on the desk, pulling the tub to the middle of the room.

For the last little while, I have been feeling a burning stare; first focusing on a certain area, and then roaming my body, before returning.

Hmm?

“Yes, master.” She picks up the towel, walks around behind me, dipping it into the water and begins carefully running it down my back. She seems to be careful not to miss a spot.

Well--so far I have been successful.

I turn around, and Roxanne is kneeling before me--her face exactly at the right, or wrong, height. Her cheeks turn brilliantly crimson, so does her neck--all the way to her shapely collarbone; her ears twitch and her eyes swim.

“I-I’ve never washed anyone’s body before…” Roxanne muttered, quickly standing up, her eyes focused over my left shoulder somewhere.

“Hmm, is that so?” I also have trouble meeting her eyes--I may not be showing much embarrassment…but it didn’t mean that I didn’t want to curl up in a hole.

“I’m a-almost done, washing your body, master.” She murmured, before running the wet cloth over my face; then neck, chest, stomach--her hands start trembling.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” I smile at her.

“S-Sorry Master.” She looked down at the floor, and the cloth fell out of her trembling fingers.

“It’s alright.” I gently stroked her head, then bent over and picked up the cloth, I was now clean.

Looking at the still highly embarrassed, and nervous, girl, I dry myself and put on the boxer-like clothing. No shirt or anything, but Roxanne seems to have recovered quite a bit.

“Sorry, master.” She repeats herself.

“It’s fine. I will be outside, tell me when it’s safe to come back in.” I spoke with a grin, and left the room.

“Thank, you, Master!”

I heard Roxanne’s voice on the other side of the wooden door--followed by the splashing of water.

Warp!

I quickly Warp to the nearest bathroom--I need to relieve some…stress; it only takes a couple of minutes before I Warp back to outside the room, pretending nothing happened.

With a sigh, I sit down and lay back against the wall.

A few moments later, the door creaked open.

Roxanne’s beautiful face peeked around the corner, “Master, I am finished.”

She opened the door wider, allowing me to walk passed her.

Sitting on the bed, I looked at her. Her skin was pink from the heat of the water, her long black hair was fluffy--along with her ears--because of drying.

Roxanne is wearing underwear, and the sleeping robe that I had bought for her, she knelt by the side of the second tub of hot water and began cleaning our clothing.

Even with the robe tied closed, her large breasts bounce with each movement--almost, tantalizingly close to coming out as they push against the thin fabric; I can see small points raising, maybe she is enjoying the feeling of the cloth against her bare breasts…or maybe I’m overthinking it.

Whatever, I’ll just enjoy the view, I guess.

“Hmm? This is amazing!” Roxanne was washing our clothing, and found my boxers--she seems fascinated with the elastic; she is pulling at it and looking like she is having fun.

“You haven’t seen elastic before?”

“No, not that I know of, Master.” She glances up at me, and blushes when she sees my eyes--which were accidentally attracted to her bouncing bounty. Luckily, she doesn’t say anything, she just looks back at her work and begins cleaning again.

After she finishes, she took a quick look around the room and found two hooks affixed to the ceiling. It was where the clothes-line was supposed to be tied. She hung our clothes up on the rope that she strung up with little effort.

Roxanne looked at me and then went and sat on the floor.

What’s with this girl and sitting on the floor--maybe it’s something the Slave Trader taught her. She may also be cautious of my pushing her down if she joins me on the bed.

“Come over here.” I beckon her to my side.

“Yes, master.” She walked over, her head lowered.

“It’s okay--I won’t do anything you don’t want.” I smiled, gently stroking her hair as she sat next to me. I placed my free hand around her shoulders, pulling her against me, and played with her ears.

“W-Well, it’s time to sleep--and this is Master’s bed.” She spoke in a nervous tone, which was mellowing out as she gave in to the pleasure of having her ears scratched.

“Well, you will also be sleeping here.” I scratched the base of her ears, and then ran my fingers up and down them--she let out an erotic moan when I very gently pinched the tips of them. She rubbed her thighs together, and grabbed onto the sheet.

“...Well, if it’s master granting me pity, I’ll get in the bed. But, I don’t mind sleeping on the floor.” Roxanne spoke a little haltingly, around moans as I pinched the tips of her ears.

I like it when she makes that noise.

“What’s with you and the floor?” I can’t help but ask.

“It’s what I was taught in the Slave Trader’s, he told me that all masters were like that.” She looked down as she answered me.

“Ahh, well. I’m not like that. So, we’ll sleep together in the bed, and you can feel free to sit on chairs as well.” I speak in a reassuring tone to her.

“Y-Yes. Thank you very much, Master.” She pushes up against my hand.

I stop patting her ears, and lay down.

She looks slightly disappointed, then looks down at me. With pink cheeks, she carefully lays down beside me.

I embrace her, and gently pull her against me; she smiles, before lowing her head, looking like she was trying to hide her face.

It’s difficult to ignore the feeling of her soft, pliant, breasts pushing against my chest, separated only by the thin cloth of her robe. I hold her with both hands.

She has her face buried in my chest, I can feel the heat of her flushed cheeks, and damp breath.