SLIME LEGION

Chapter 9: Only Mine

"Master, you quite audibly and loudly said you wouldn’t be going out today. So why the sudden change of heart?"

Now she was calling me Master.

That was weird.

According to Lorel’s memories, the only time Moressa ever called him Master instead of his name was when she was annoyed with him. Lorel knew that too, so whenever it happened he’d desperately try to figure out what he’d done wrong and make it up to her.

It never worked.

She stayed like this until the next day before going back to normal.

So...

I’m not even going to bother acting like Lorel here.

...

Actually...

I’m starting to get excited thinking about all the chaos I’m about to unleash.

...

Fuck.

Old Finn is slipping out.

CONTROL.

Right.

Get a grip.

You’re not Lorel.

...

Okay, technically you are.

But you’re also—

...

Wait.

What the hell was I even trying to tell myself?

...

Forget it.

I ignored the way Moressa had been watching me like a hawk this entire time and walked over to the wardrobe.

After rummaging through it for a bit, I pulled out a gold long-sleeved shirt made from an incredibly light fabric.

The moment I touched it, I knew this thing cost more than an average person’s yearly salary.

The quality was absurd.

Next came a pair of loose white trousers.

Comfortable.

Easy to move in.

Then a pair of socks.

Finally, I grabbed a black jacket.

It wasn’t furry...

But it felt furry.

No, that’s not right.

It just had that ridiculously soft texture without actually having fur.

...

Yeah, that’s still a terrible explanation.

Whatever.

I finished it off with a pair of backless shoes.

Not slippers.

Not proper shoes either.

Something in between.

The front was open just enough for my toes to peek out.

Once I was fully dressed, I walked over to the mirror.

...

God.

If I’d looked like this back on Earth, walking outside would’ve been considered public disturbance.

"How do I look?"

I glanced at Moressa.

Her expression answered before her mouth did.

"You have no fashion sense, Master."

...

Ouch.

I actually thought I’d cooked.

"Tsk."

Fine.

I shrugged off the jacket and tossed it back onto the bed.

"And now?"

I spread my arms again.

She stared for several seconds.

"...Decent."

She didn’t even sound convinced.

Whatever.

Good enough.

I turned toward the door.

Just as I reached for the handle...

I noticed Moressa standing directly behind me.

"What?"

She was still dressed exactly the same.

White long-sleeved shirt.

That ridiculously tight leather skirt.

"I’m coming with you."

She said it like it wasn’t up for discussion.

I looked her up and down.

Then again.

...

And one more time.

"No."

The answer came out immediately.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want her coming.

It was...

Something else.

Something ugly. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Possessive.

Ridiculously possessive.

...

What the hell is this?

I’d always prided myself on never getting emotionally attached to anyone.

So where was this coming from?

...

Wait.

Lorel?

Were these his emotions bleeding into mine?

Was he really this possessive over Moressa?

But...

Nothing in his memories suggested that.

Or...

Had he simply hidden it that well?

"Why?"

"Because I said no."

The more she questioned me...

The more irritated I became.

Calm down.

Don’t let these alien emotions control you.

Calm the fuck down, Finn.

"I don’t care what you say. Given your recent behavior, it’s within my authority as a member of your Legion to override your orders if I believe they’re detrimental to your mental or physical health."

She spoke like she was reading directly from a rulebook.

Cold.

Flat.

Emotionless.

Yet the moment I imagined other people seeing her dressed like this...

Anthony.

The knights.

Anyone.

Something inside me turned ice cold.

"Tell me why you don’t want me coming with you."

She took a step closer.

...

What is she doing?

It almost felt like she was deliberately pushing me toward something.

"You won’t leave this mansion dressed like that."

...

Eh?

The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

I covered my mouth.

What...

What did I just say?

"Why?"

Moressa stepped closer.

"What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?"

"I..."

Nothing.

There was nothing wrong.

It was the same uniform she’d always worn.

So why...

Why did it suddenly feel so...

Wrong?

My eyes drifted to the opening around her collar.

Too much.

It was showing too much.

What if the knights saw?

What if the servants looked?

What if Tony made one of his stupid comments?

A cold knot twisted in my chest.

No.

I didn’t like that.

Not one bit.

"Master?"

She took another step.

"Tell me."

"...Change."

"...Why?"

"Just..."

I clenched my fists.

"...Change."

"Give me a reason."

My breathing became heavier.

"Because..."

Because every time I imagine someone else looking...

Something inside me wants to tear them apart.

"...Because I don’t want them looking at you."

Her empty blue eyes never left mine.

"They’ve always looked at me."

...

No.

Not like this.

"They’ll stare."

Silence.

"They’ll imagine things."

Another step.

"They’ll think they have the right."

The pressure in my head kept building.

"No."

I grabbed her wrist.

"Cover yourself."

She didn’t resist.

"Master?"

"I said..."

The words tore themselves out.

"COVER YOURSELF!"

In one motion I shoved her against the door.

The wood slammed loudly against the wall.

My hand pinned her there.

"I DON’T WANT THEM SEEING YOU!"

My voice echoed through the room.

"I DON’T CARE WHO IT IS!"

"THEY DON’T GET TO LOOK!"

"ONLY I HAVE THE RIGHT TO SEE YOU THIS WAY!"

My grip tightened before I even realized it.

"You’re..."

I froze.

"...Mine."

The room fell silent.

Those words...

I’d meant every one of them.

...

What?

No.

No I didn’t.

I released her immediately, stumbling backward.

"...Fuck..."

I stared at my own hands.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

Her breathing was uneven.

"I’m sorry, Master."

She slipped out through the door.

Click.

Gone.

...

I never even saw what expression she was wearing.

...

Okay.

That...

Wasn’t normal.

I’d bet my damn manhood on it.

I don’t lose control like that.

Ever.

So what the hell just happened to me?

...

...

Far down the hallway, well out of sight of Lorel’s room, Moressa stopped.

She leaned against the wall.

A faint blue light glowed deep within her eyes.

Something Lorel had never noticed.

She slowly rubbed the marks forming around her neck.

Her expression remained as lifeless as ever.

Yet...

Something was undeniably different.

A slow smile spread across her face.

Wide.

Wrong. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Completely at odds with those dead, emotionless eyes.

"...And you’re only mine as well."

The smile widened.

Just a little more.