SLIME LEGION

Chapter 6: Weird Memory

What the hell was that?!

The memory hit me so suddenly, and it was so ridiculously erotic, that I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard. Good thing the floating bath tray shifted at just the right moment and hid it.

...Then again, I was already hard to begin with.

Yona, huh?

To think she was that perverted... and completely insane.

In public she carried herself like the perfect older woman. Warm. Motherly. Homely. Before this memory surfaced, even Lorel would’ve staked his life in a bet that there wasn’t a single indecent bone in her body.

He would’ve died for no reason.

She was even worse than I’d imagined.

And unstable.

The memory was becoming clearer now. I think this all started around five months ago. After that incident, Lorel promoted her from an ordinary maid to Head Maid. The position came with a private room inside the mansion, unlike the other maids who still had to return to the servants’ quarters.

As Head Maid, she was supposed to supervise the others instead of handling chores herself.

Except...

There was already another Head Maid.

Which meant Yona didn’t have to supervise anyone at all.

She spent practically all of her time attending to Lorel directly.

...It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out what they did every day.

Hell, I don’t even know what to call what I’m remembering.

Debauchery?

No.

That doesn’t even begin to cover it.

They did it every single day.

Actually, that’s wrong.

A more accurate way to put it is that she came onto Lorel every single time they were together.

And she was with him all the time.

It was because of her that Lorel gradually distanced himself from Moressa. The pleasure she’d given him became an addiction. He started looking for excuses just to be around his MILF maid.

But...

For the past three days, he hadn’t seen her.

Hmm...

Why?

...

Oh.

That’s right.

Just like Moressa and every other maid, he’d ordered Yona not to enter his room.

...

Now this is getting weird.

Why the hell did that son of a bitch kill himself?

It doesn’t add up.

Before, I’d assumed he’d simply grown tired of life. Tired of being everyone’s laughingstock. Tired of never receiving love from the people he wanted it from.

But if that bastard had been sleeping with Yona every day...

That changes everything.

"You’ve been in here too long, El. Don’t you think it’s time you went outside? Get some fresh air instead of staying cooped up in this... room?"

Moressa suddenly spoke.

I glanced at her. Her expression was as cold as ever, completely at odds with the concern in her words.

"Go where?" I asked.

...

Right.

I still had to build my Legion, just like my siblings.

Currently...

I had three...

Wait.

Four.

Four members.

...

Was Lorel trying to build a Legion or a damn harem?

At this point, I honestly couldn’t tell.

Every single member was a girl.

The third was Moressa herself, who doubled as my personal attendant.

The first was two years older than me and currently attending the Academy.

The second was the younger sister of a servant who’d once sacrificed her life trying to save Lorel from an assassination attempt. I guessed he accepted her into his Legion as repayment for her sister’s sacrifice.

Not that she appreciated it.

She hated him.

Then there was the fourth...

I couldn’t remember much about her.

I only knew she’d been destined to become a slave before Lorel saved her.

I think it happened while traveling to Leiona for a grand banquet hosted by the king to celebrate his brother’s marriage.

During the journey, they came across the aftermath of a massacre.

Slave traders had wiped an entire remote village off the map near the border between Leiona and this kingdom.

By pure chance, Lorel happened to pass through that route and immediately ordered his knights to hunt down those responsible.

Long story short...

His father was furious because Lorel failed to make it to the banquet, where he was supposed to represent the royal family.

Still...

He got another Legion member out of it.

Though I barely remembered the two of them ever interacting afterward.

Then again... frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

The guy was a NEET.

He rarely left his mansion. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Apparently that also applied to his own Legion.

He hardly ever met them, much less talked to them.

"LOREL!!"

"Umu?"

I tilted my head toward Moressa.

She was staring at me with a slight frown.

Without thinking, my eyes drifted lower.

...

Those things were practically bursting out of that white shirt.

This seriously wasn’t normal.

They had to be at least a D cup.

And she was what?

Eighteen?

Back on Earth, girls with what people considered "big" boobs were usually around a C cup, and even that was rare.

Fucking rare.

Well...

At least until I discovered the internet and BBLs became a thing.

Girls around me definitely weren’t built like this.

Then again...

I lived in Asia.

Ahem.

"You were saying?"

Her frown deepened.

She stepped closer, leaned over the tub, and rested both hands on its edge.

...

At this point I’m convinced she enjoys doing this.

The view wasn’t helping either.

Damn it.

She had to be trying to make me lose control.

How the hell had Lorel survived living with this for years?

Maybe I’d underestimated him.

The guy had some serious willpower.

I’ll give him that.

Having a bigger package clearly wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

It might actually be a double-edged sword.

Back when I was Finn, I had urges like any other straight guy.

This, though...

This was completely different.

It felt like Lorel’s body had the testosterone of two grown bulls constantly trying to drag my mind straight into the gutter.

And to make matters worse...

He had someone like Moressa serving him every day.

"What’s going on with you?" she asked.

The intensity of her gaze wasn’t comforting in the slightest.

Then I remembered something.

I was her master.

I took a slow breath before meeting her eyes with equal intensity.

"I told you to give me some space. Do I have to repeat myself?"

We stared at each other.

One minute.

Neither of us blinked.

Eventually she stepped back.

Her face remained unreadable, but for some reason...

I had a bad feeling.

...

How long had I been soaking in this bath?

Looking down, I noticed my pale skin had started turning red from the hot water.

I stood up, ignoring the brief glance Moressa gave below my waist, then walked out of the bathroom and headed toward the wardrobe.

"I don’t plan on going anywhere today, so forget it. But let the girls know I’ll be visiting them tomorrow. There’s only so long before the entrance exams begin."

I pulled open the wardrobe doors and couldn’t help grinning.

"Um... you want to visit the girls?"

"...That’s what I said."

"...Understood."

...

That reminds me.

The system’s gone completely silent for some reason.