Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Aurora will also need an alchemy lab, and I can say with absolute certainty that she would prefer it to be in the mansion and not its surroundings. Bless her pure but somewhat lazy heart. Well, it's good to have her close on hand, as she is by far my most vulnerable woman even if she were to level her magic class a lot, so it would be ideal if she could to stay as close to us as possible.

Blossom I don't think will need much of a specialized room, but maybe she will develop some hobbies as well with time. She lived her whole life as a forest hunter and forager, so I imagine her life didn't provide many recreational opportunities for her to try.

Naturally, I will also require a lot of space for myself.

I need an amazing sex dungeon equipped with state-of-the-art tools that I will commission using my modern-day knowledge. I will need a giant bedroom with nothing but a leviathan-sized bed as well so that I can sleep with all my beauties huddled around me. I also want a personal treasury room where I can display all the trophies I don't wish to profit from.

Maybe I will display Luke's skull there as well. Not everyone can say that they killed a count candidate.

And I have so many more ideas… A beautiful garden where my wives can plant whatever flowers and plants they might like, monster pens where I can oversee the breeding of rare, exotic species, a torture chamber, a pool, a grand library with tomes I steal from nobles, a cosplay segment so that I can get my ladies to dress up into whatever I desire… My head is simply overflowing with plans for the stronghold.

<Knowing you, we will need at least ten rooms for the future girls…> Ayame scoffed in a clearly jealous, and even somewhat anxious tone.

<Oh? What's with that voice?! My adorable samurai wishes her lover to not enlarge his harem any further? What an unexpected development!>

She turns her head away from me in clear annoyance. <You know… If my father were still alive, even a duke's son would have to live a monogamous lifestyle if he were to be allowed to marry me. But here we are; my 'partner' is my owner, and I'm not even the first, but only his third…>

I can't help but chuckle at her statement. So even she had such feminine insecurities? I can't help but find her more and more adorable. I reach out with both hands, one behind her back and the other under her thighs, and lift her into my lap.

I face no resistance in doing so whatsoever. She is sitting sideways, with her head resting on my chest, my left arm stroking her thighs while my other one is wrapped behind her back to support her by grabbing onto her waist.

Conducting this talk in the slaver's house is probably not ideal, but since we are using telepathy I at least don't have to worry about prying ears.

I begin speaking in a soothing, comforting tone. <What I'm about to say is a secret that you can't tell the others, okay?>

Ayame only nods while gazing up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes.

<I've never considered Blossom nor Aurora to be worthy of being leaders of my harem and secondary leaders of all that I will have under my name in the future. They are absolutely lovely girls that I cherish with all my heart, but… One is a complete airhead with nearly zero social skills, and the other is just as eccentric in her own way.

You are my primary wife, or if you don't like the term we can just use primary woman or partner. You know and understand me the best, and only you can fill the shoes of the one I expect to be my second in command should I need someone to step up to the plate.

You have the required social skills, empathy levels, charisma, experience, general knowledge regarding the world, strength, grace, personality… everything. You are the embodiment of the woman I idealize in my head as my perfect head wife. Blossom is my first woman, yes, but she would never be able to take on a leadership role that helps me manage my harem, household, and future forces.

Even if she were to try, we all know it would not work, especially if I'm not present to help her out. Only you can do all that I expect from my second in command, Ayame.>

My gorgeous samurai continues her staring session, but I can see small tears beginning to form in her gorgeous eyes.

'How absolutely beautiful this girl is even while tearing up…' I couldn't help but admire her physical form.

Ayame finally nods, as if coming to some conclusion in her head, then shuffles around in my lap so that she is sitting with her chest facing mine, so much so that I can feel her heart beating through her tantalizing breasts. She envelops her arms around my neck and gives me the most heartfelt kiss she'd blessed me with thus far.

Naturally, I respond to her actions by hugging her with both of my arms close to me.

<Thank you, Quinlan… You might not understand it, but your words mean a lot to me. No matter how much I may tend to say otherwise, you might be my ideal man… it seems…somehow... for some unexplainable reason...>

<Hehe. Don't hurt your pretty little head thinking too much about it. We were meant to be, as simple as that. By the way, you're becoming an amazing kisser, though we will need to practice more often. Your lips taste absolutely amazing.

I don't think I would ever get enough of you, even if we were to do this every single day for the next million years.> Such corny lines are best to cheer up girls when they are down, I just know it. Well, as long as you are their lover. I don't recommend trying it with a random dejected woman you see on the street.

Not that I said anything untrue, she really is an outstanding girl, they just need to hear such lines from time to time to reinforce the idea in their head that they are being truly appreciated as women.

<Just so you know, you will not be allowed to call me your wife until we have a grand ceremony… And I'm not ready at all yet, so don't even think about organizing one. Also, don't think that I didn't notice that you did not react to my earlier words regarding you having at least ten women in the future… Hmph.

What do you have to say for yourself, Quinlan?> Ayame decided to assault me verbally in my mind as well, while not at all stopping her tongue's ecstatic movements.

It seems this girl loves to multi task in this weird way. She is both borderline furious at me while kissing me with so much love being evident in her delicate body.

I can't help but smile wryly. <Well…>