Chapter 532 Arrival

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"But what if it wasn't an ugly but a handsome man?" She asked curiously while settling further into her potato sack role over my shoulder by nestling around a bit for more comfort.

"Seraphiel, as far as I'm concerned, all other men are ugly in the whole universe."

"Hehe! Truly, you're the most shameless man to have ever existed."

"Why, do you not agree?" I asked while lowering my tone to an ominous one as if I suspected her of sacrilege.

Sera yelped, "N-no, I mean, yes! I agree wholeheartedly! Compared to your heavenly visage, all other men are akin to monstrous deformities, as ugly as dwarves!"

*Slap!*

"Kya! W-what was that for?! I agreed!"

"I didn't like your tone, woman. It felt as if you didn't fully agree with the sentiment your lips spewed. You were mocking me."

"I wouldn't dare!"

*Slap!*

"M-master! You're being entirely unfair!" She whined while once again forming fists from her hands and pummeling my back with all her might. I couldn't lie, it was not a bad back massage. After all, she'd leveled up dozens of times, making her Strength stat way above that of a weak woman because each time a person leveled up, they would automatically gain 1 point in every stat.

We walked down the bustling streets in this manner, drawing many eyes on us.

While Seraphiel wasn't wearing her belly dancer attire or her iron collar, she did wear the high-quality collar I got for her as a present when I bought her. All three girls, those being Blossom, Ayame, and the one currently massaging my back to the best of her ability, liked the collars they got from me so much so that they wore the items even when my made them into nothing more but mere fashion accessories. Hence, Seraphiel was thought to be my slave, giving us no legal trouble.

Thus, the reason we were stared at with countless wide-open eyes wasn't related to them thinking an elf was illegally freed in human lands. No, their eyes were locked on us because of two reasons.

The men glared at me with seething jealousy due to the otherworldly beauty draped over my shoulder. Seraphiel was a unique woman who shined brilliantly even among the generally good-looking elves.

On the other hand, I also picked up on many female eyes burning with envy as they eyed my healer. Women were often deranged creatures who had a strong submissive streak in them, at least when it came to their deepest fantasies, thus being manhandled by a man of my physique was not something many of them would think of as punishment.

I was never a hideous man, but the multiple primordial transformations I went through - with Primordial Breeding Physique being the main culprit - made me into a truly fine male specimen. Tall, handsome, and muscular. In a world where danger lurked everywhere, K-pop-style pretty boys were not highly desired. Instead, weak women wanted someone who could protect them from danger and give them a feeling of safety with their mere presence, making my rugged features the generally accepted ideal.

Naturally, due to the presence of levels and stats, a twink could be stronger than a bodybuilder, best evidenced by the petite Ayame being stronger than me for a while even after I got Primordial Breeding Physique, but that didn't discredit the general consensus when it came to women's idealized male physique.

We arrived at our destination, and I slammed its doors against the walls as I boldly stepped through, announcing my presence.

The resulting loud bangs of my actions reverberated through the entire establishment, silencing the previously cheerful chatter within. Multiple heads turned toward me with their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright irritation at my arrogant entrance. I ignored them all and strolled toward the reception desk.

"I need your best room," I declared without mincing my words, before adding; "And make sure we're not disturbed. I'm not in the mood to kill anyone tonight."

As far as I was concerned, I was the only man who had the right to see my women naked, so if a man walked in on us I would be forced to continue the tradition by eliminating him from the ranks of the living.

Her brow arched at the threat, but the woman merely nodded as she opened a thick ledger and began scribbling. "The VIP suite is available. Top floor, far end of the hall. It's soundproofed, fully stocked, and comes with its own pool with heated water. Will that suffice?"

I nodded. "Perfect."

"The rate is-"

"Change it for me," I interrupted by flicking a gold coin at her, which she caught. The woman glanced at the shiny metal with a greedy expression before pocketing it and giving me the change in silver coins. Then, she handed me a key with an ornate crest engraved on it.

"Enjoy your stay, sir," she said with a professional bow.

I turned on my heel and ascended the grand staircase leading to the upper floors. Seraphiel, despite her earlier resistance, now lay still with her arms resting loosely against my back. I felt her peek at our surroundings, no doubt debating internally if this establishment was worthy of being the location where she loses her maiden status.

Her continued silence must've indicated her approval.

We reached the top floor, where an elaborately decorated hallway stretched out before us. The carpet beneath my feet was plush, muffling my steps as I moved toward the farthest door. The walls were adorned with tasteful paintings depicting serene landscapes, lending the space a sense of elegance.

Finally, I stopped before a set of double doors engraved with the same crest as the key in my hand. I slid the key into the lock and turned it.

The main area was spacious with high ceilings. The centerpiece of the room was a massive bed draped with silk sheets and plush pillows. To the side, a luxurious seating area with velvet furniture surrounded a table set with a chilled bottle of wine and a tray of pastries. The far end of the room led to an open doorway, beyond which lay the aforementioned pool.

I stepped inside and kicked the doors shut behind me, after which I set Seraphiel on her feet.

"Well?" I asked as I gestured to the room. "Is this more to your liking, my cheeky elf?"

She hesitated for a moment before her lips curled into a big smile. "… Yes."

"Great. " I summoned Kaelira, Blossom, and the trapper girl to sniff out any surveillance artifacts, ensuring the room was safe. I didn't wish to hold back from speaking my mind during this long-awaited session of mine with my beloved healer.

"I found nothing." The trapper decreed a few minutes later, followed by Kaelira's affirmation.

"Blossom smells nothing foul! She thinks Master chose an amazing place. Can he take Blossom here on their next date?" She begged with her trademark big puppy eyes shining at me, making refusal not an option.

"But of course, Blossom…" I chuckled while rubbing the behind of her ears for a few seconds before sending the ladies back from where they came from. Before leaving, Kaelira exchanged a silent glance with Seraphiel. My athletic elf nodded her head while activating and saying

Seraphiel nodded back before smiling coyly,

Kaelira said nothing as she merely left after the other two, but I did notice a strong shade of pink being present on her cheeks.

I noticed that all ladies of mine thought I wouldn't be privy to their conversations if they didn't deliberately include me in them. As the one from whom the ability originated, I could easily listen in without getting invited. I didn't tend to abuse this aspect of my spell as I respected their wishes, but I was rather curious how the exchange between these two would sound if they thought I wasn't hearing their words, so I couldn't help myself.

Be that as it may, we had to move on.

"Well then…" I exclaimed while eyeing the beyond-sexy creature in front of me.

"... It's time." Sera finished for me while looking up into my gaze that were a mix of excitement and nervousness.