I, Who Was Dismissed as Worthless Failure by my Family and Fiancée, Discovered I had Reincarnated as a Game Character I Raised with Great Care and Vowed to Take Control of my Life and Defy Anyone who Opposes Me. - Chapter 45: Regretting Making Her a Slave

Chapter 45: Regretting Making Her a Slave

“I don’t think any elf woman wouldn’t get wet from seeing your magic from that day, my Master. Even if we hold humans in low regard, your magic transcends that. I was so captivated by your magic that my lower body got soaking wet. Your magic is truly beautiful, and you should have confidence in it.”

“Okay, I get what you’re saying, Shishiru, but could you please refrain from using the phrase ‘getting wet’ like that? It’s just too graphic.”

“When elf women say ‘my lower body is wet,’ it can also mean ‘I want your seed.’ It’s the ultimate way for a woman to express interest. However, I understand that cultural norms vary, and it’s important to respect them. From now on, for your sake, I’ll hold back from using such an expression. I wouldn’t want to turn you off.”

What a terrible approach method. It makes me wonder if the low birthrate of the elven race is due to the lack of interest in sex because of the women…

And instead of ‘refraining,’ she said she’d ‘hold back,’ so she still planned on saying it… 

Unfortunately, I’m already disgusted by Shishiru’s comment.

“Well, it’s okay if you keep that to yourself. And also, just so you know, I’m not planning on having babies with you anytime soon, no matter how much you mention it.”

“I see what you’re saying. However, if I want to remain your devoted servant, I must stay close to you and try to win you over with my flawless figure and unmatched charm. It’ll be interesting to see how long you can endure, my dear Master.”

“Ah, yeah. Well, good luck with that?”

And once again, I found myself regretting the decision to make Shishiru my slave.

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[Olivia’s POV]

Ever since Liliana-sama and Douglas-sama got engaged, I noticed a significant shift in Liliana-sama’s demeanour. Despite my persistent prodding, she remained tight-lipped about what had transpired that day. Even Douglas-sama seemed reluctant to discuss the topic and brushed it off, much like her.

To uncover the truth, I even reached out to other ladies who had attended the Kvist family gathering, but they, too, avoided the subject. It was apparent that something was amiss.