My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

After everything, we managed to leave the church without incident. On the way out, Carl appeared again.

“Oh, you’ve come to take Carmine away? This is for the best. Although her breasts are quite admirable, she has a bad personality. She hides them away in that armor. Not like the Archbishop, who puts it on display for every ma- geh!”

A book manages to slam into his face, and Carl passed out on the floor. The source of that book naturally came from the Archbishop herself, although where she found that book is anyone’s guess. This is apparently a common event, as the other priests, paladins, and acolytes all ignore it, passing by or even stepping over him if necessary, without a second look.

“You said you were close friends with the princess?” I asked wryly.

She straightens proudly, her breasts bouncing. “The King sent her to learn under my care when she was younger. I taught her everything she knows. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, nothing… I just see the resemblance.”

Both women had a skill with throwing things at an incredible distance. It was clear who was the master and who was the student. Mary had taken Carl out twice now, while the princess could barely discipline her brother.

We bid our farewells with the Archbishop, and a few eyes were more appreciative upon seeing us being close with their high clergy. Well, poor Terra still received looks of disdain and disgust. Over time, she had lowered her head, reached out, and grabbed the back of my shirt. She seemed to have sunk into herself, and over time, made no responses but to follow me silently while holding on pitifully.

When we finally exited the church, she stopped, and a tug on my shirt when I tried to keep going caused me to stop as well and I glanced back.

“M-master…” she responded, her voice shaky.

“Terra, you don’t need to worry about them. If we do end up in that other sect, it’ll become the exact opposite. Lydia and Shao will be looked down upon and you’ll be appreciated. As Mary already pointed out, I’m not a guy who gets caught up on that kind of thing.”

“Th-those stares… that hatred… the disappointment …”

“I’m so sorry that you had to face all of that…”

“Master… let’s have sex!” Terra finally raises her head, her eyes flashing with excitement.

“Eh?’ I look back to see that Terra is panting and her cheeks are flushed.

“I don’t know why, but I really want Master right now!”

“Ahhh… I see…”

It turned out that her trial through the church of big breasts had awakened a part of Terra that she didn’t understand. Unfortunately, I could see what was happening here. Terra’s life was marked with failure, from her death all the way to her failure to live up to being a guardian who protected her city. Therefore, all of those disdainful criticizing eyes seemed to awaken a subconscious desire to be punished.

Now, my poor little golem was turning into a pervert who likes these kinds of things. I give out a long sigh and then pat her on the head.

“Let’s just go home and we’ll see about it.”

I wasn’t sure this was a condition I could fix. Perhaps, I’d be able to contain it with proper measures.

“Also… while Master does it, can he spit on me?”

“Denied!”