My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

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It was still morning, and we had gone to the dungeon, found it impassable, traveled back to Chalm, decided we needed a boat, and then traveled to the Capital. Having already used Portal three times, I had one more Portal I could use thanks to the trick I had learned using True Hero’s Second Job skill. Usually, I treated the Portals like currency. That is to say that I left my 4 free points free, and only when I decided I needed to create a portal would I drop a point to use the once-a-day spell. Each additional use cost another point.

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Portals already took a bit to cast, so I might as well take a bit longer by accessing and fiddling with the dungeon point store. Before I stepped through, I checked my breath and my hair. It had nothing to do with Faeyna! I wasn’t excited to see her again! It had been a couple of weeks since I had last met her. She was just a really dependable woman. She was very regal, and her personality was sweet, yet commanding. Not like that phony princess in the castle, although I’m sure Eliana would have been crying if she heard that opinion about her. The elf maid just held a dignity the other woman couldn’t compare with. Faeyna was diligent. That was the word.

It had nothing to do with two large things that happened to be on her chest and her status as a mythical fantasy creature that was even rare by this world’s standard. It was her personality that I enjoyed. If the five slave girls who made up my party were like the fun, hot girl who was your friend, always made you laugh, and was someone you could go out and have a great time with, then Faeyna was more the stoic woman at home, who would take care of you and pamper you. She was a dutiful wife.

Not that I was saying she was my wife! There was really no reason to get worked up over her anyway. It’s not like we could have sex. Elves in this world imprinted on the first person they exchanged bodily fluids with. That meant sex. I mean, we kissed once, but that’s probably not enough. If it was, that would be truly pitiful. She never mentioned anything like that, so it was fine. However, if I had sex with her, then she’d definitely become all but sterile. I’d have to father all of her children. I didn’t know if they would be elves or half-elves, but surely it would doom her race.

It was much better if she got with someone who would live as long as she did. As for me, I had women in my life, so there was no need to be selfish. Besides, who knew how fertile I even was. I quickly decided to ignore Raissa as an outlier. I hadn’t gotten any of the other girls pregnant!

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I stepped through the portal, and she was right in front of me. While I was fretting with the portal open, it turned out that Faeyna had been alerted to my presence and appeared in front of me. She bowed low, and her chest hung like two ripe watermelons.

“I’m back!” I said, putting my backpack in front of my pants.

“Master, welcome home.” She smiled.

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