Master and Slave

Chris and Leon were sitting on bed together, naked after the love they made and leon resting her head on her beloved master's shoulder.

Chris's eyes locked onto Leon's, a sense of satisfaction and excitement building within him. He smiled, his voice low and husky, "Now, my dear, I think it's time for you to show me just how devoted you are."

Leon's eyes sparkled with adoration, and she nodded enthusiastically, a pleased smile spreading across her face. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Leon slid off the bed and onto her knees, her eyes never leaving Chris's face. She gazed up at him with a seductive look, her lips curling into a sultry smile. Chris's heart skipped a beat as he felt a surge of desire course through his veins.

"Clean me, Leon," Chris ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Use your mouth to clean my cock."

Leon's smile grew wider, and she nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she took Chris's cock into her mouth. Chris felt a jolt of pleasure as Leon's tongue began to lick and clean his length, her mouth moving with a gentle, soothing rhythm.

As Leon worked her magic, Chris's dick began to regain its strength, growing harder and thicker with each passing moment. He watched, mesmerized, as Leon's lips and tongue danced across his skin, her eyes locked onto his with a fierce devotion.

The sensation was intoxicating, and Chris felt himself becoming lost in the pleasure. He reached out, his hands tangling in Leon's hair, guiding her movements as she continued to clean him with her mouth. The room around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of desire and passion.

As Leon finished, Chris's dick was hard and throbbing, ready for another intense round of pleasure. But this time, unlike before, Chris didn't need to use any spells to control Leon's actions. She was willing, eager even, to please him however he desired.

With a growl, Chris pulled Leon to her feet, his hands grasping her waist as he spun her around. He pushed her back onto the bed, his body following close behind. Leon's legs parted, inviting Chris to take her, and he didn't hesitate.

As they made love, the air was filled with the sounds of their passion, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Chris's hands roamed over Leon's skin, exploring every curve and contour, while Leon's fingers dug deep into his back, holding him close.

The world outside receded, and all that mattered was the two of them, lost in a sea of desire and pleasure.

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Chris lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk. His body felt lighter than ever, his mind buzzing with excitement. 'So this is what it feels like to have absolute control over someone…'

Beside him, Leon stirred, her bare skin glowing under the dim light filtering through the curtains. She turned to Chris with devoted eyes, her lips curling into a soft smile.

"Are you pleased by me, Master …" she murmured, nuzzling against his chest.

"Yeah, you can say that"

Chris ran his fingers through her soft brown hair, admiring how naturally feminine she had become overnight. The thought made him chuckle. To think this was some random slave boy just yesterday…

He stretched, sitting up as Leon instinctively reached for him, unwilling to part even for a moment.

Chris leaned back against the headboard, stretching lazily while Leon remained glued to his side. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his chest as she stared up at him, her expression soft and content.

"Master… what will we do now?" she murmured, her voice filled with devotion.

Chris exhaled, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Power? I have it. Wealth? More than I know what to do with. What I need now is influence."

Leon listened intently, her beautiful eyes locked onto his.

"This world isn't just about strength," Chris continued. "If I want to get what I desire, I need to be recognized, respected, and feared. I need people to know my name."

Leon nodded, admiring his ambition.

"And, of course…" Chris smirked. "I still have one goal that hasn't changed since the moment I arrived in this world."

Leon tilted her head slightly. "And that is?"

Chris met her gaze head-on, his smirk deepening. "A harem."

Leon's body immediately tensed. Her grip on his arm tightened, and for the first time, her adoring expression wavered. "A… harem?"

Chris didn't miss the way her fingers clenched slightly against his skin. "That's right. My goal has always been to have the most beautiful women from every race."

Leon wanted to protest, to say that he didn't need anyone else. The mere thought of sharing him with other women made something inside her twist painfully. She was his first—shouldn't that mean something?

And yet…

Her lips parted, but the words wouldn't come. It wasn't that she had been forced into agreement—she knew her mind was still her own, and if she truly objected, she could have voiced it.

But something within her resisted the idea of denying her master anything.

She had been remade for him, her very being reshaped under his will. Her desires, her purpose, everything she was—it all revolved around him.

If her master wanted a harem, then how could she refuse him?

The jealousy didn't vanish. It burned deep inside her, making her stomach churn and her fingers dig into his arm. But alongside that jealousy was an undeniable acceptance.

She couldn't reject his wish. She didn't want to reject it.

But…

Leon suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her bare body against his as if to make him feel every inch of her devotion. She buried her face into his chest, voice barely above a whisper.

"Then… can I be your favorite?"

Chris chuckled. Her reaction was even more entertaining than he had expected. He ran a hand through her hair, then tilted her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "That depends."

Leon's eyes widened. "On what?"

Chris smirked, his fingers trailing down her back. "Can you prove you deserve it?"

Something fierce lit up in Leon's eyes. The jealousy, the need to be special—it all burned into something stronger.

"I will," she whispered, her voice laced with determination.

Chris grinned. 'This is going to be fun.'

Leon took a deep breath, steadying herself. "…Master, there's something else I want to ask as well"

Chris raised an eyebrow. "You're getting greedy, aren't you?"

Leon shook her head. "This isn't for me." She met his gaze, her beautiful blue eyes filled with something deeper this time—not just devotion, but resolve. "I want you to help me abolish the slavery system."

Chris's smirk faded. "Abolish slavery?" He leaned back, arms folding as he watched her carefully. "That's a big request, Leon."

"If not the whole system," she pressed, "then at least in this town. You have power, Master. Real power. If anyone can change things, it's you."

Chris tilted his head, amused at her conviction. "And why should I bother?"

Leon flinched but held her ground. "Because it's wrong." Her voice was steady, but her fingers clenched at the sheets. "You might not care, Master, but slavery ruins people. The traders are the worst—they don't just sell slaves, they make them. If you buy from them, you just prove yourself to be just like them

Chris's expression darkened slightly. "Watch it, Leon."

She bit her lip, realizing she was stepping on dangerous ground. But she refused to back down.

"…I just don't want you associated with those kinds of people," she admitted. "Slave traders are monsters, worse than the owners themselves. They don't just sell people—they create slaves. They torture, break, and destroy lives. If you keep dealing with them, even if it's just to buy more girls for your harem, you'll be helping them continue."

Chris remained silent, watching her.

"I know I don't have the right to tell you what to do, Master," Leon continued, "but I do know you're better than them." Her voice wavered, but she didn't look away. "You don't need to rely on their methods. You can do things your way."

Chris chuckled. "And what exactly do you expect me to do, Leon? Start a revolution? Burn down the slave market?"

Leon hesitated. "…If you wanted to, you could."

Chris laughed. She really believed that, huh? Well, she wasn't wrong. 'With my magic and wealth, I could easily get strong enough to destroy the slave trade in this town. But should I?'

He tapped his fingers against his thigh, considering.

Slavery itself didn't bother him. He liked control. He liked obedience. And most importantly, he liked having things go his way. But Leon had a point—slave traders were the lowest of the low. He didn't need them. With his hypnosis magic, he could get women who would willingly belong to him.

And abolishing slavery—at least in this town—could be useful. 'Destroying them doesn't mean I care about slaves. I couldn't care less. But getting rid of the illegal market would shake things up. I'd weaken the nobles who rely on it, steal their profits, and play the hero to gain favor in town. A triple win.'

'Besides, These bastards even tried to make me a slave. Not that I'm complaining—if not for that, I'd still be broke and powerless. But what if that beast had never shown up? I'd be in the same condition as Leon. Well, maybe this is a good chance to get some revenge of my own too.'

Chris smirked. "Alright, Leon. I'll think about it."

Leon's eyes widened. "You will?"

"I said I'll think about it." He poked her forehead, making her pout. "If there's something in it for me, then maybe I'll consider wiping out the slave trade here. But don't expect me to do anymore than that."

Leon exhaled, nodding quickly. "That's all I ask, Master."

Chris chuckled, pulling her back into his lap. "You really are getting greedy though—telling your Master what to do now?"

Leon smiled. "I just want to believe in you, Master."

"Believe in me?" Chris almost laughed. It seems Leon just wanted to convince herself that he wasn't the kind of man who'd ignore this. Too bad for her, he was. But… if there was enough profit in it, he wouldn't mind pretending to be a savior for a while and if playing hero for once gave him more influence, more women, and more power… then why the hell not?

Chris made a mental note that he has to end the illegal slave trade but he needs some planning before that.