Gluttony Demon King with the Swampman ~A Man with No Magic Power Who Dreamed of Magic, Wielding Knowledge from His Past Life Through Steady Research and Hard Work to Become the Most Vicious Final Boss~

Chapter 46: Glass Magic Eyes, Golden Right Arm

Control the magic eyes.

At those words, Oz looked up in surprise but silently nodded her agreement.

I had her close her eyes and carefully removed the blindfold.

“…Haro, are you sure this is safe?”

“It might be dangerous! At least let us handle the work…”

“Y-yeah! I’m pretty good with my hands…!”

Shut up, shut up.

Scolding the three worrywarts as usual, I extended ink toward Oz’s closed eyelids.

“It might hurt a little.”

“…That’s fine.”

Oz gave a small nod, and into her eye sockets—

The ink slipped in with a slurp.

“…!”

Whether pain or the disgusting feeling of a foreign object entering.

The ink slid into the tiny gaps between eyeball and socket, reaching all the way to the back of the magic eyes.

“H-Haro-sama! This way, my eyes will open…!”

“That’s the point.”

“…! W-what, this feels strange… ah, aaaaah…!”

Oz writhed from the foreign sensation.

Crack—a sound rang out, and everyone’s attention sharpened on us.

The noise came from the eyeballs wrapped in ink.

Crack, crack, crack. Like ice cracking, or something soft turning hard—such unnatural sounds.

But if my assumption was correct, this procedure was going perfectly.

I was turning Oz’s magic eyes into dolls.

Oz cannot control her magic eyes.

But she can control dolls the size of mice or cats and smaller.

Therefore, if I turn her eyeballs themselves into dolls, they would naturally be smaller than a mouse, so Oz would be able to control the magic eyes.

First, completely cover the magic eyes with ink to isolate the eyeballs and prevent dollification from spreading elsewhere.

Then how to dollify the eyeballs?

Ink has the property of reflecting magic power—a trait absorbed from flume spirit silver, a magic metal.

It reflects the magic power and gaze emitted by the magic eyes—

And bounces the dollification power back onto the magic eyes themselves.

“Hah… ah… aaaaah…”

Eventually the strange noises stopped, and Oz breathed from her shoulders.

Her somehow sensual breaths gradually calmed. I carefully withdrew the ink so it wouldn’t hurt.

“Dollification, turn off see-through.”

“Y-yes…”

“Now open your eyes.”

“…!”

She did it timidly.

Considering her life until now, it was understandable.

Still, slowly, Oz opened her eyes.

The eyeballs had become glass marbles.

Beautiful dragonfly-eye orbs of transparent glass swirled with blue, gray, and white, with a darker area in the center mimicking pupil and iris.

Nothing happened.

My body didn’t turn into a doll, and Oz seemed to feel no pain or discomfort.

Oz blinked repeatedly with an expression of disbelief.

“H-Haro-sama… m-my eyes, what on earth…”

“Can you see?”

“I can see. Your face, your white hair… you’re younger than I expected.”

Ignore that part.

Anyway, this should mean magic-eye control is now safe.

“I-it’s already done? Amazing…”

“Oz! Haro fixed you!? You’re so lucky~!”

Noiche looked over in surprise, asking if it was really over already, while Zaria practically tackled Oz in a hug. They had apparently become friends without me noticing.

Oz let out a small “Kyaa” as she caught Zaria, but still gazed up at me.

Tears welled from the tear glands that had not been dollified.

“Haro-sama…”

“Yeah?”

“Th-thank you… so much…!”

Ah, yeah.

Well, this was partly for my own self-preservation too.

Still, I’ll accept the thanks.

“Now then, let’s deal with the other one.”

“…?”

I left the puzzled Oz with Zaria—

And walked toward the hero.

On the way I passed Larksi; the old man didn’t stop me, just looked at me with deep emotion and muttered, “Hmm, a bit too monstrous, isn’t he.”

Who’s the monster?

Well, with eight octopus legs growing from my back, I can’t really complain.

“W-what do you want! Don’t come closer!”

“Villain! If you take one more step, I’ll—kyaa!?”

I wrapped tentacles around the interfering lady and silenced her.

The hero was still collapsed on the ground.

It’s okay, I won’t hurt him any further.

I just plan to take that right arm as a little souvenir.

I extended the tentacles.

Ink gently bound the hero’s body—

Clunk.

With a satisfying sound, I easily detached the dollified right arm from the shoulder.

“M-my arm!?”

“There’s no way to fix it anyway. Just this once, I’ll take it as spoils of war.”

“Wha…”

I don’t need anything else—I released the hero.

He rolled onto the ground and looked up at me with a face no longer capable of shouting or screaming, just pure, pathetic terror from the bottom of his heart.

I have no interest left.

Turning my back, I headed toward Zaria and the others again. On the way, my eyes met Larksi’s.

“This is fine, right?”

I silently conveyed that this much penalty was fair.

Larksi gave a wry smile and nodded.

“Take it. If Luek survives because of that, it’s a cheap lesson.”

Good, right arm get.

This will definitely make a great prosthetic.

Well then—

“Everyone, let’s go home.”

My words were greeted with cheers from the four girls.

…Well, technically Oz still has to go to the guild and the government office, but we’ll all see her off.

Don’t worry, I’ll buy her back immediately. It’s just a momentary farewell.

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Chapter 47: A Decadent Daily Life That Could Almost Be Called an Epilogue (1)

Let’s call this a tentative epilogue for now.

To get straight to the point, one more person moved in with us—no, one more maid.

“Good morning, Ma-a-a-ster.”

“…Morning, Oz.”

Early in the morning, when I drag myself downstairs still half-asleep, she’s already waiting in the living room.

Black gothic dress, lace blindfold over her eyes—that woman is Oz, the one and only slave I own.

Having just crawled out of the meat futon where Zaria, Noiche, and Egiy were tangled around me half-naked, her polite, one-step-back demeanor is honestly a huge relief.

“Shall I prepare tea?”

Saying that, Oz picks up the kettle that’s already boiling and the teapot.

As always, ridiculously expensive tea leaves are treated like everyday staples in this house. It’s the Levi sisters’ taste—no, their standard of living.

Until now, brewing morning tea had been Egiy’s job, but ever since I bought Oz back, she took over the role.

Yes, I bought Oz back.

All the necessary paperwork had already been handled by old man Larksi; all I had to do was pay the money.

As expected of a rare magic-eye user slave, Oz came with a hefty price tag. Still, I have zero regrets.

The enormous reward from the ice dragon and Sword Demon King fights got almost completely wiped out this time—

“Why? It’s fine, we’ve got money.”

“…Haro, we’ll support you for life, okay?”

—thanks to Zaria and Noiche saying things like that so casually, I’m now being completely taken care of in every aspect of life by four women.

“Here, Master, to the sofa.”

“Yeah.”

“Is your shoulder feeling all right?”

“I-I’m fine.”

The doll arm that will become my prosthetic is still being adjusted for length and weight, so my right shoulder is still empty.

Oz wraps an arm around my waist to steady me—I still haven’t gotten used to the balance—and guides me to the sofa.

“It’s a little chilly this morning. Please, use me to warm yourself.”

Now.

I said earlier that her polite distance was a huge relief, but she has her own brand of broken distance too. She just yields to “Zaria and the others’ time,” that’s all.

Please use me—

With those words she sits beside me, lifts me onto her lap, and squeezes tight.

“…!”

My face plunges straight into soft breasts.

Squish, squiiish, bouncy bouncy. Warm female skin clings to my cheeks.

Every single one of them has figured out that the moment they do this, I instantly stop resisting. They’ve clearly been sharing notes.

“The tea still needs a few more minutes to steep. Please relax and use me while you wait.”

“O-Oz… don’t talk like you’re disposable…”

“My, my. Master, you really are too kind.”

Don’t worry about it, she says, ruffling my hair roughly.

Every time she does, my nose buries deeper into the valley of her breasts, and even the way my hips twitch is seen through—she calmly holds them down with her hand.

While soothing my arched back, Oz whispers in my ear.

“You are truly magnificent. So powerful, yet never arrogant, gentle even to a slave like me… But always pushing yourself will wear you out. At least in moments like this, please let yourself be spoiled by me.”

“…You must have been a really good big sister at the monastery.”

“No, not at all. I was the strict eldest daughter everyone feared like a demon.”

This kind of sweetness is only for you, Master.

Her voice turns syrupy and seductive as she whispers that, and the throbbing ache low in my belly only gets worse.

You’re magnificent.

You’re cool.

You’re truly adorable.

I adore you from the bottom of my heart.

She showers me with honeyed love confessions, and when my body shivers, Oz smiles gently and affirms it.

“You’re already hard, aren’t you?”

“…”

“You were very energetic last night too. I could hear your cute voice the whole time. I wonder how many times you came… Yet you recover this much in just one night.”

Oz plants a small kiss on my ear and says,

“…Shall I take care of it for you?”

…Bad, I can’t resist.

The sweet scent of soft white skin, the sly way she strokes my hips to rile me up—my brain is melting.

The moment I almost nod—

“Ah! Oz and Haro are flirting!”

“…Haro became a baby again first thing in the morning?”

Smelling the tea, the half-naked sisters come downstairs and spot us.

“…Oh dear, we’ve been found.”

Oz sticks out her tongue mischievously but doesn’t put me down from her lap.

I’m completely boneless and can’t escape this blissful space on my own anymore.

I look up at the two of them for help—

“Sheesh, so lively in the morning… Guess we’re going back to bed, then.”

“…Oz, carry Haro just like that, okay?”

“Understood.”

…Huh? Back to bed?

Oz scoops me up in her arms. The teapot and cups on the table will apparently be carried by Zaria and the others.

They’re dragging me back to the nest.

“Is Lady Egiy still asleep?”

“Nope, she’s awake. She’s changing the sheets right now.”

“…They were all sticky and crusty when we woke up.”

“I see.”

Could you please not chat so casually about that?

In this utterly shameless, debauched space, I can only stare in disbelief… yet I still can’t go against them, and I end up being carried back to the meat futon I’d only just escaped.

…Hold on, this is wrong. This isn’t an epilogue at all. It’s just a degenerate sex-room diary.

As the aftermath of a man who defeated a hero, it’s way too pathetic.

Let me at least cut out one more epilogue-like conversation.

“I wanna move!”

It all started one day with Zaria suddenly declaring that.

“…Move? Why?”

“Because, even if the hero’s off our back for now, all the big powers know exactly where we live. Doesn’t that feel kinda gross?”

Ah, well.

I kinda get it.

Guild, kingdom, Magic Association.

We did end up making enemies of pretty much everyone at one point. Even if it was to protect Oz, it was insanely risky in hindsight.

Hiding out somewhere far away until things cool down might actually be the smart move.