Slave Harem In A Labyrinth Of Another World (Fix)

When I came to, I was hugging Roxanne like a warm and fluffy body pillow.

She was sleeping to my left, I clung to her with both arms, and my right leg was across her hip.

It was a very nice way to wake up.

Apparently her robe had opened a bit, my hand which was under her, could feel soft and smooth skin; it was warm, and elastic.

Being held by her feels great as well; she was also clinging tightly to me, her face was buried in my chest, and my chin was resting on her head. I found out that she had short, soft fur on her back; only a few centimeters long, and so warm--it was silky smooth, like the hair on her head, feeling really nice against my fingertips.

Wait, her robe hadn’t opened…I had accidentally, somehow managed to slip one arm into her robe while we slept.

Although my left hand had found its way under Roxanne, she wasn’t very heavy, so neither it nor my arm were numb.

While thinking this, gently hugging her, I stroked her hair and the smooth fur on her back--I really enjoyed the feeling.

In this position, it was really obvious that she was bra-less.

On my left arm, there was a weight with definite elasticity.

Suddenly her head moved a bit, she peered up at me with upturned eyes, “Good m-morning, Master.” Her arms tightened around me for a second, before she seemed to realize her position.

Roxanne’s face, and neck, became crimson again.

“Good morning, Roxanne.” I gently ran my fingers through the fur on her back.

She shuddered slightly.

I gently released her, and looked around; it was still dark, though my enhanced vision allowed me to see everything.

“Let’s go to the Dungeon.” I reluctantly let go of Roxanne and raised my upper body.

“Yes, Master.” She sat up as well.

When I sat on the edge of the bed and put on my shoes, Roxanne put my shirt on for me--I didn’t even ask her to do it, she just did it on her own. It feels odd, almost like I’m a king.

I feel that she isn’t used to it, her movements seem pretty awkward. She accidentally hit my arm, and apologized profusely for it. Rather than awkward, it seems more like she can’t see very well.

“Will you be okay in the dark?”

“Sorry, Master. My night vision isn’t good at all.”

“No need to overdo it.” I smiled at her as she picked up my pants, I gently took them from her hands--quickly putting them on.

I quickly took our leather armour from my Ring.

It was pretty easy to put on, even for people like me.

“By the way, do you know what an Empty Skill Slot is, and how to use it?”

“What do you mean, Master?”

“Well, I can see information on equipment, and it says that mine, and yours, have them.”

“Hmm…Empty Skill Slots?” She tilted her hear, narrowing her eyes in consideration, “I have heard rumours that Master-Smiths can add Skills to equipment--sorry Master, you would have to ask a Master-Smith.”

Roxanne lowered her head, I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, “It’s okay.”

I take Roxanne’s armour from my Ring, and give them to her; I turn away when she changes her clothing. She seemed to want her privacy when naked, from what I had seen yesterday--she may be my slave, and a Beastkin, but that doesn’t mean I will ignore her human-rights.

My body, and parts are calling me an idiot for doing this--since she seems very submissive, I won’t take advantage of it.

“Only a Master-Smith can fuse a Demon Card to Equipment.” Roxanne spoke while she was getting dressed.

“What’s a Demon Card?”

“It’s like an Intelligence Card, but a Demon drops it instead of loot. When a Master-Smith fuses it with Equipment, a Skill is created--well…That’s what I have heard.”

“So, it seems that if there isn’t a vacant Skill Slot, the card can’t fuse.”

“Well, whether or not a Skill can be attached, Master-Smiths can somehow tell. Some Equipment, which seems identical to others, can’t have Skills, while their counterparts can. Master-Smiths never explain why.” Roxanne said.

“Do you know if it’s possible for me to become a Master-Smith?”

“I’m very sorry, Master. Master-Smith is a race-specific Class. Only Dwarves can acquire it.”

“I see. So it seems there’s no choice but to ask a Master-Smith.”

“A Master-Smith usually dislikes direct transactions, and for some reason--they aren’t very friendly.”

As a Race-Specific Class, I won’t be able to get it; and since deals seem so difficult, it’s troublesome.

There’s another possibility of course, I was planning on making a complete party of slaves--so why not make sure that one of them is a dwarf.

“Well, it seems that the next slave I buy will be a Dwarf.” I mutter.

“Another slave, master?” Roxanne asked me, “Am I not good enough? I can try harder!”

“It’s not that. I mentioned before, but I plan on making a party of slaves, so there will be five of you.”

I should speak to Alan, after I accumulate more money.

“Ahh, I see.”

“Is it okay to open the door?”

“Yes master, it’s alright now.”

When I open the door, light enters the room, and though it’s dim, Roxanne seems to be able to see now--she is fully clothed. Her leather armour accentuates the womanly curves of her slim body, it’s incredibly erotic. Even though it is armour, it reminds me of skin-tight black leather, its almost beyond form hugging.

I can barely stop myself from drooling, or from pushing her down right then and there.

When her eyes meet mine, she smiles softly. Her cheeks redden.

She walks over, standing in front of me.

I stand up, and wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me. Her small body presses against me…unfortunately she’s not as soft as last time I embraced her, since she is wearing leather armour, “I said yesterday. Whether you consider it fortunate or not, I bought you--and now you can’t get away.”

“Thank you, Master.” She whispers, rubbing her face in my chest.

“Do you have any problem wearing that armour?”

“None at all, master. If you want me to wear it, I will.” She smiled up at me with damp eyes.

“Without using Potions, or HP Absorption Skills, are there any Classes, or Magic, that can recover health?” I ask her.

I need to think of ways of to recover HP, especially if I let Roxanne use Excalibur, especially since our levels are very mismatched. She needs to level up a lot.

It would be good to get a recovery-type Class.

“Yes, Priests, Monks, and Shamans all have healing Skills or Spells; the much rarer Classes like Witch Doctor, Paladins of certain Gods or Goddesses, and Alchemists.” Roxanne said.

“Do you know the requirements to become any of those?”

“Well, you need to ask at the churches about becoming a Priest, or Paladin. Some of the tribes of the legendary Dark Lands can teach you how to be a Witch Doctor. As for Monk…all I know is that it requires barehanded fighting, there are other requirements, but I don’t know them--sorry Master.”

This may be quite difficult.

Maybe I should visit a church within the near future.