When a Corporate Slave Guy Reincarnated as a Mob Villain (Slave Trader), He Used His Knowledge of the Game to Raise the Heroines to Be the Strongest, Unintentionally Turning Them Into Yanderes, and Before He Knew It, He Was Completely Breaking the Story - Chapter 15-16

Chapter 15: I Didn’t Want to See the Heroine Carrying the Hero Like a Princess

Should I cover him with some cloth?

Yes…I was able to observe every inch of Lucius’ body thanks to the other side effect of the slave crest.

When the slave crest is placed, the target becomes completely naked.

But for someone like Lucius, a man, it’s probably not that big of a deal.

However, for a woman, especially a young girl, it would be quite humiliating.

Maybe that’s why Alice attacked me so suddenly when we first met.

After all, Alice was stripped naked when the slave crest was placed on her.

Well…unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I don’t remember that because it happened before I reincarnated.

Still…Lucius…

Even with his protagonist’s aura…his skin is really smooth.

I glance at Lucius, who’s unconscious and defenseless, completely exposed as he was born.

No spots, no hair, and he doesn’t even look like a man.

On top of that, his chest is larger than most women’s, and down below, there’s nothing there either—

Wait…what?

“…Master.”

“Ugh, whoa!”

Alice had somehow appeared behind me.

Her sudden voice startled me so much I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“How long do you intend to keep staring at that woman?”

“W-wait…woman? Could it be…Lucius was a woman all along? No, but—”

“If you don’t mind…shall I take care of the usual matters? It seems inappropriate for Master to keep looking at this woman’s vulgar state for so long…”

“Well…it’s not really bothering me—”

“As usual, I’ll handle this woman immediately. Is that acceptable?”

Alice cut me off and glared at me.

“O-of course.”

Her intensity overwhelmed me, and I answered reflexively.

With that, Alice bent down in front of Lucius and easily lifted his body with both hands.

I couldn’t help but tilt my head in confusion, wondering how such a delicate frame could possess that kind of strength.

Alice held Lucius in a classic princess carry.

Then, she briskly walked away, carrying him out of sight.

The heroine was carrying the hero.

I watched the strange scene with mixed emotions.

The image I’d built up until now of the hero of Lunatic Wars—Lucius—and the heroine—Alice—was crumbling right before my eyes.

So…Lucius, the hero, was a woman?

It’s true that the gender of the protagonist of Lunatic Wars was never officially stated for some reason.

Even though the other party members had their genders clearly marked…

But everything about Lucius, from his name to the way he spoke, was completely male.

Back then, female protagonists in RPGs were almost unheard of.

So naturally, everyone, including me, assumed Lucius was a man.

I figured the developers just didn’t bother officially stating it, as it was too obvious to mention.

But maybe the developers’ deep…uh…desires were hiding in plain sight all along.

Come to think of it…there were fan-made comics from certain circles where they imagined Lucius as a woman…

Could it be that those stories were actually…canon?

“Master…just to confirm, now that the crest has been placed, this woman will be treated like all the other servants, correct?”

Alice stopped, as if recalling something, and glanced back at me.

“Uh…y-yeah. For now, let her live near the mansion…and once she’s settled, we’ll give her some work…or…well, I’ll think about it later.”

“Understood. I will properly discipline her, as usual.”

Alice spoke without changing her expression.

But…there was something about her tone and manner that seemed to have an underlying meaning.

No…to put it more plainly, it felt like she was dissatisfied.

I had a feeling Alice might be looking down on me for my actions.

Objectively speaking, what I did to Lucius was the following:

I placed a slave crest on Lucius, who turned out to be a woman, leaving her naked.

And then I stared at Lucius’ naked body with indecent eyes…

‘What a disgusting man…’

I could almost hear Alice saying those words in my head.

It’s only natural that Alice, a woman who’d been in the same situation, would feel that way.

In fact, she was sighing and mumbling something under her breath.

Probably complaining about me again.

I couldn’t hear her from this distance, but…

Maybe it’s better that way.

Getting openly dissed by a young woman would really hurt my feelings.

Even though I’m used to it by now, it’s still unpleasant.

It brings back bad memories from my previous life…

“Honestly…Master’s kindness can be such a problem. To save the life of someone who tried to harm you…and give her the same treatment as a servant…Five years ago, I received the same mercy from Master…That’s why I care so much for him…I understand that Master is kind to everyone…but I wish that kindness were reserved just for me…Is it selfish and immature of me to feel this way?”

Alice stopped for a moment, looking up at the ceiling.

Her body seemed to tremble slightly.

…Is Alice really that angry?

If she casts that massive spell again, I’m done for—no, wait…I can use the slave crest to stop her, right?

As I trembled with tension, Alice began walking again.

Still carrying Lucius, she walked out of the store.

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Chapter 16: The Store Collapsed, and FIRE = No More Escape

I sighed in relief.

After taking a breath, I looked around.

…The store was half-destroyed.

Even though Alice’s grand magic didn’t fully activate, it had enough power to shatter the rickety store’s floor.

Moreover, just one punch from Alice had collapsed most of the walls.

…How much will it cost to repair the store?

I had been secretly saving some escape money aside from the store’s earnings…

It wasn’t enough for a comfortable FIRE-like retirement as we say in the past life, but it was a decent sum to get by.

At this rate, I might not be able to escape for a while.

“Ugh…What the hell is with that maid…”

“I’ve had enough…I’ll become a slave or whatever…Just, not with that maid around…”

Hmm…that voice…

I turned toward the direction of the sobbing sound.

There were the prisoners, locked in their cages.

I had completely forgotten about them…

They all wore faces of utter despair, more so than before.

Even the rebellious ones had calmed down quite a bit.

Actually, they were all huddling together, trembling violently.

Well, they did witness Alice’s terror firsthand from the best seats in the house…

“W-Who are you…? Controlling a monster like that…?”

“The guild said this was just a mission to take down a slave trader…This is fraud!”

They voiced their despair.

The guild…? Are these people adventurers?

Now that I think about it, Alice did mention there were suspicious folks lurking around the shop…

Still, while the slave trade is hated, it is technically legal in this kingdom.

So why would the guild openly issue a quest to take down a legitimate slave trader?

Lately, I’ve left the entire business to Alice…no, I’ve been avoiding it…But perhaps we’ve attracted unwanted attention while I wasn’t looking.

Alice isn’t just skilled in battle, but also in management.

She was raised as a princess and received an elite education.

Of course, she excelled in basic arithmetic and literacy, but also had the charisma to lead people.

As a result, more and more people started gathering under her, and the number of slaves under me also increased.

Honestly, from that point on, I only focused on planning my escape, turning a blind eye to the business…

…Maybe we’ve attracted some serious attention. Perhaps even the local lord has his eye on us…

Otherwise, the guild wouldn’t issue a quest to take down a legal slave trader, even one in a gray area.

My mind raced with all kinds of worries.

Still…I somehow survived this death flag event.

I made it out alive.

I can think about what’s next later.

Also…I’m really tired.

Well…I’ll just push the troublesome stuff aside, as usual…

I let my bad habit from my past life take over.

This habit of postponing things is exactly why my relationship with Alice has deteriorated this far…but I can’t help it.

There are many things in life that we know are wrong but still can’t stop.

Sigh…For now, I should head back to the mansion.

The captives—these adventurers—likely won’t cause any trouble if I leave them as they are.

…It does feel a little bad, though…

Well…they did try to kill me for a quest—money—so this level of response is justified.

I opened the half-destroyed door and stepped outside.

The sun was still high; it seemed to be just past noon.

Sunlight had been shining into the shop too, but stepping outside, it suddenly felt blinding.

Due to the nature of my business, my shop faces a back alley.

Because of that, there’s usually not much foot traffic around.

But…a few curious onlookers had gathered, likely drawn by the commotion earlier.

…This could turn into a hassle.

In this world—or rather, in this town—there’s no police force to speak of, of course.

But there are people who serve a similar role.

Even in a remote town like this, there are at least a few guards to maintain basic order.

I should probably slip away before they show up.

Well…even though I’m a slave trader, I do have official permission from the Count who governs this area.

So it shouldn’t escalate into much of a problem…though, considering what just happened, even that seems questionable now…

I let out another sigh and looked up at the sky.

Despite my gloomy mood, the sky was crystal clear.

The blue sky…that’s the one thing that hasn’t changed between this world and the last.

Well…everything else is quite different.

If I lower my gaze a bit, there’s nothing tall here except for the mountains; the buildings are mostly just two stories high.

Squinting my eyes, I could faintly see three celestial bodies, like moons, in the sky.

And if I looked down further, I saw the people staring at me from a distance.

This is the world I live in now.

I could hear the distant murmurs of the onlookers.

“Did that slave trader cause another scene…?”

“Why does the lord allow someone like that to roam free…? We don’t need slave traders in this town…”

And so, I have to live as a slave trader in this world.

At least, for the time being…

I pulled up the worn-out cloth hood to hide myself from their gaze.

Alright…no point in standing around here any longer.

Let’s head back to my home—the mansion.