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 3

As Alice grew older, it became a little awkward for us to keep sleeping in the same room.

Alice had gone from being a girl to a young woman.

Besides, Alice no longer had nightmares.

Well…to be honest, the real problem was…Alice’s sleeping posture had gotten incredibly bad…or worse.

When I woke up in the morning, I often found Alice lying next to me.

It started happening more frequently.

Alice had always been a restless sleeper.

When we traveled together for work and had no choice but to camp outdoors, we would sleep in separate sleeping bags.

Yet, somehow…Alice would often end up in my sleeping bag.

As she grew older, this strange habit didn’t go away; in fact, it got worse.

It was like Alice mistook my body for a pillow, wrapping her limbs around me in a way that was…overwhelming.

I’m a man, after all, with normal desires.

Objectively speaking, Alice had grown into a very attractive woman, and, well…her body had developed quite…voluptuously.

Anyway…naturally, I started seeing Alice as a woman.

On top of that, her taste in clothing had changed quite a bit.

Her sleepwear had become much more revealing…or let’s say, feminine.

She used to wear simple, thin clothes.

They weren’t much different from the sleepwear in my previous life.

But at some point, those clothes started becoming more and more revealing each day…

Now, she often wears very skimpy outfits…or rather, just a single piece of underwear.

It’s not a cold region here.

But honestly, I worry she might catch a cold, given how much skin she’s exposing.

Alice would casually change—or rather, undress—into those clothes in the bedroom without a second thought.

Honestly, I didn’t know where to look.

I suppose Alice doesn’t see me as a man.

That’s fine.

But still, I am a man with natural instincts.

What kind of expression should I make when I face Alice at bedtime?

“Goodnight, Master…” she would say.

I couldn’t just ignore her.

It was a challenge to keep a straight face and hide my desire.

Touching on Alice’s clothing, as a man, would only invite unnecessary anger, so I pretended not to notice.

I didn’t understand women’s fashion before or after reincarnation.

In any case, Alice’s sleeping posture didn’t improve at all—it kept getting worse.

Lately, every morning, Alice would be beside me, and the distance between us was shrinking.

Once, I woke up to find her face right in front of mine, so close I could feel her breath on my lips.

Honestly…I couldn’t go on like this every day.

This wasn’t just about her bad sleeping posture.

After all, Alice started the night sleeping in her own bed.

I worried about her body, as she must be falling out of bed every night.

Alice was a woman, and more than that, she was once a princess from the royal family.

Being told about her behavior by a man like me—a lowly slave trader—would naturally upset her.

So I rarely brought up her sleeping problems.

But I had reached my limit.

“Alice…um…is there anything I can do to help you stop falling out of bed? Also, maybe you could wear a bit more clothing at night…it’s getting chilly, after all…”

One day, I finally brought up the issue as gently as I could.

The result…was a complete disaster.

Alice stared blankly at me for a moment, then turned away and ran off somewhere.

I think she had tears in her eyes.

From that moment on, my relationship with Alice was completely broken.

Alice started speaking to me as little as possible.

She would only talk about business matters when necessary.

Even her usual complaints were almost gone.

Her face gradually became more and more expressionless.

Sometimes, she would glare at me from afar, as if watching or judging me.

Does she hate me that much?

Around this time, I started to seriously consider the possibility that I would be killed by Alice, just like the game’s scenario.

Yes…after all, I was a despicable merchant who had enslaved her, so there was no way our relationship could have improved that easily.

Thinking that we had gotten closer was just my imagination.

Back when Alice used to lash out at me with hatred, it gave me stress and stomach pain.

But now, seeing her blank, expressionless face hurt my heart even more.

And now…she wouldn’t even meet my eyes.

Even now, Alice looked away quickly, her face turning red with anger when our eyes met.

She must hate me so much that just making eye contact makes her furious.

I almost miss the days when Alice would insult me daily.

In short, my relationship with Alice never improved.

After all, reincarnation didn’t magically change my social skills as a 35-year-old virgin.

But still, people grow over five years.

Yes…now my status should be on a cheat-level.

Or so you’d expect, but my stats haven’t grown much, just like my social skills.

All I gained was a useless skill—the ability to increase the number of slave crests I can use.

On the other hand, Alice had grown in every sense of the word…no, she had grown far too much.

Her beauty, which was already remarkable for her age, had only become more radiant as she matured.

Not just her beauty—her already developed, glamorous body had also…

No…that’s not the issue right now.

Yes…the real problem is Alice’s stats.

I used my one useful skill, “Appraisal,” on Alice.

[Alice Runehold]

Level: 999
HP: 978,000/978,000
MP: 63,400/63,400
Strength: 8,760
Vitality: 7,540
Agility: 9,450
Magic Power: 9,999