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

I glance at Alice, standing before me.

The girl, who still had a trace of youth back then, has now grown into a fine young woman.

Alice is probably about 18 years old now.

On the first day I was reincarnated, I met Alice—and she almost killed me right then and there.

It was, in a way, the worst encounter I could have had.

To Alice, I was the loathsome slave trader who had bought her.

So it’s understandable, in a way, that she would resent me and even turn her blade against me.

But if I approached her sincerely over time, I thought our relationship might improve.

There was a time when I believed that…

I wish I could go back and smack my old self awake.

How could a 35-year-old virgin like me think I could get along with a girl?!

I must have gotten carried away after reincarnating into my favorite game and meeting my first love, Alice.

Besides, in the light novels I used to read, the heroines always fell in love with the reincarnated protagonist, leading to a harem lifestyle.

So I got the wrong idea.

But I wasn’t the protagonist.

I was just a minor villain…a mere slave trader.

In the end, even after five years, my relationship with Alice hadn’t improved.

However…things hadn’t always been bad between us.

There was a time when things were going relatively well.

At first, my relationship with Alice was, as you can imagine, the worst.

Alice always directed her uncontrollable hatred at me.

“You’re nothing but a vile slave trader. I’ll never fall for your petty tricks!”

She was right—I had been using some underhanded tricks.

I tried to be as kind to Alice as I could.

Of course, I had a selfish reason: I didn’t want to die.

But it was also genuine.

After all, Alice was still a child back then—around 13 years old, at most.

Even I couldn’t be cruel to a child like that.

And as we lived together, I started to feel some affection.

So, little by little, our relationship improved, to the point where we became decent neighbors.

In fact, up until just a year ago, Alice and I were even sharing the same bed.

Before you get the wrong idea, I didn’t force her, and I don’t have any inappropriate interests in children.

Alice had suffered severe trauma after the Empire destroyed her kingdom.

When her kingdom fell, her parents—the king and queen—were killed by the Empire’s forces.

Every night, Alice was tormented by terrible nightmares.

Her screams were loud enough to reach me in the next room.

I couldn’t just stand by and watch.

So, I casually suggested, “Do you want to sleep in the same room?”

I swear, I had no ulterior motives.

I just wanted to help ease her nightmares, even a little.

Naturally, Alice immediately shot down my suggestion.

“D-Don’t be ridiculous! Why would I ever sleep with someone like you?!”

But…at some point, Alice began silently coming into my room and slipping into my bed.

“D-Don’t get the wrong idea. I…I still hate you. B-But…after spending these past few months together, I’ve realized, at the very least…the very least, you’re someone I can trust. And…when I’m alone at night…I can’t help but think of that day, and it terrifies me.”

Sometimes, she would place her trembling hand on my back as she said this.

Yes…there was a time like that.

“—Master…is something wrong? I apologize, but I’ve been noticing your gaze for a while now…”

Her voice brings me back to reality.

In front of me, Alice is furrowing her brows, looking at me suspiciously.

“Oh…no, it’s nothing.”

I quickly avert my gaze from Alice.

I couldn’t help but stare at her, lost in old memories.

…My standing with Alice has probably dropped again after this.

I let out a small sigh and reflected on the past.

How did things turn out this way?

Was it because of that incident?