Chapter 138: Forcing myself on women? Value of Resurrection? Dinner’s end +18

Several voices rise at once - Erza's sharp objection cutting through first, Sango's following close behind. You raise one hand.

"You easily object to mind control itself being used, and in other contexts I would agree. Here's an irony - if they were to be raped or beaten, the physical exertion and sensory input would actually have a high chance of forcing them back to sanity."

Rika's jaw tightens. Maria's expression hardens slightly.

"Regardless," you continue, "this situation is special in multiple ways. Resurrection while successful does have risk, and we have a long-term safe acceptable solution by blatantly overpowering the problems. We've already discussed that duration and re-appraisal will be given to the controlled."

You let that settle for a moment.

"The final concern here is the mind-controlled women being kept too long without consent or raped. With the only male available to do so, that directs to me." You turn slightly. "Riveria, would you please come over here and straddle me?"

Riveria rises from where she was seated, dog collar glinting at her throat. She crosses the galley wearing only her lingerie and the collar, settling onto your lap. You reach up gently, fingers catching the collar-ring before your other hand slides down to squeeze her ass openly.

"To which I ask you all to remember a former conversation we've had before," you say evenly. "Answer me this - as the only male in the group, what would happen if I was to touch any of you strong, beautiful women uninvited?"

Several expressions shifts. Erza's eyes narrow slightly, then soften.

"After counting the number of women currently opening their legs for me," you continue, "then we add the deal I made with Queen Riveria, rightful heir of her kingdom - which will result in me impregnating several elven women, who will need daily sex to keep their babies healthy. This means there are more than enough women who want my affection and lust willingly."

You squeeze Riveria's ass again for emphasis.

"Forcing myself onto the mind-controlled? I'd likely find myself tied to the bed for at least a month so these hungry women can teach me where my lust belongs."

You lean forward, kissing Riveria gently. She returns it without hesitation, one hand sliding to cup your jaw.

When you break the kiss, you meet her golden eyes. "Thank you for letting me use you as an example."

"Always, Master," Riveria replies quietly, rising from your lap and returning to her seat.

Sango exhales slowly. "That's... fair."

Erza nods once. "I accept your reasoning."

You stand, moving to Jennifer and Kimberly. "Dominate Person. Dominate Person."

Both women straighten, blank expressions returning.

"Stand and prepare to serve the food," you order.

They rise immediately, moving toward the counter where Asia and Kurumu have been plating dinner.

"The reason I'm having them walk around in their underwear," you say to the group, "is not that they're being punished. It's to emphasize that they're not like the rest of you. They will obey anything any of you order them. If you want them to dress up, treat them like dolls and dress them. If you need something, send them to fetch it. They're effectively obedient servants."

Jennifer picks up two plates. Kimberly follows suit.

"We're proceeding with our eyes open, I'll assign controlled servants to crew quarters for sleeping until we can decide on a land-base." you add, "We will be going over the rules and details of mind control tomorrow morning."

You take a deep breath, letting the weight of what you're about to say settle.

"While we have dinner, I'd like you all to honestly consider the earlier question - what is the value of resurrection? What are thirty to eighty years of life worth? The blatant violation of death. A second chance at life."

You pause, letting that sink in.

"How many mothers would make deals with a devil to have their children resurrected? How many children would enslave themselves to see their parents again? It's a father's pride to sacrifice themselves for their families. What is the value of their lives?"

Erza's expression shifts slightly, hand tightening around her fork.

"Erza," you say quietly, "if I offered Mirajane Lisanna's return, would she accept slavery?"

Erza's eyes widen. Her mouth opens, closes. For several seconds she doesn't move.

"I..." Her voice cracks. "She would be furious. She would hate the offer. But..."

She looks down at her plate.

"She would accept," Erza finishes, barely audible. "Any price."

You turn.

"Sango - if I offer to resurrect your clan, would you accept being mine just like Riveria?"

Sango's face goes completely blank. Her chopsticks clatter to the table.

"My... my clan?" Her voice shakes. "You could - all of them?"

Her hands tremble. She stares at you, then at Riveria in her collar and lingerie, then back to you.

"Would I be wrong," you continue, "to demand a mother's slavery for her child's life? To accept a father trading his own life for his child's? To allow a child to work willingly as a servant to pay for their parents' resurrection?"

Rika shifts uncomfortably. Maria's expression is carefully neutral.

"Before it comes up, If someone is dumb enough to start offering slaves as replacements, I'll be asking the individuals if they're accepting of the servitude, or free them."

You sit, deliberately placing a bulging bite in your mouth. The message is clear - you're done talking until dinner finishes.

For nearly ten seconds, nobody speaks.

Then Rika exhales slowly. "Fuck."

C.C. picks up her water glass. "He's not wrong about the value calculation."

"That's not the point," Rin says quietly. "The point is whether we're comfortable being the ones who set those terms."

"Are we comfortable letting people die when we could save them?" Nova asks.

"We can't save everyone," Yoruichi counters.

Albedo cuts her chicken precisely. "Master has already demonstrated he will not abuse controlled servants sexually, rather he cant without being punished, While his terms and benefits easily outweigh basic employment. The question is whether temporary servitude is acceptable payment."

"Temporary how long?" Sango asks, voice raw.

"That's what we're supposed to be discussing in the morning." Maria says.

Kurumi smiles faintly. "In many timelines, Brad institutes formal resurrection contracts. In others, he refuses to resurrect anyone who cannot recover naturally."

"Which works better?" Mikasa asks sharply.

"Define 'better,'" Kurumi replies.

Conversations splinter - Erza and Liza talking quietly, Violet listening to Emilia's questions, Asia looking torn.

Sango stares at her plate, clearly wrestling with something enormous.

Riveria catches your eye briefly, then returns to eating.

The discussion continues around you.

Maria lifts her hand slightly, drawing attention. "Brad, we already discussed this. Age reversal alone - once announced publicly - will have most of humanity lining up to enslave themselves just to come out younger than they started."

You nod. "Your right. This conversation simply adds resurrecting the dead instead of only offering youth. The addition of mind control is almost negligible because of how we use it."

C.C. sets down her fork. "Would the elderly object to being resurrected and forced into menial labor if they became teenagers again? Paid with a literal second life?"

"While we could ask for equal value - decades of service for decades of life - the numbers feel too high for the resurrected," you continue. "Even halving that value seems steep. A tenth feels numerically right yet, logically too cheap for those just wanting youth. We'll go over the whole equation tomorrow morning."

Rin uncrosses her arms slightly, listening.

"I brought up the value of resurrection and life now simply to have you realize - Resurrection is an option. With our enchantments, risks can be mitigated. Mind control slavery that would be horrific elsewhere becomes... convenient with us."

You gesture toward Jennifer and Kimberly standing motionless near the counter.

"Even if we keep these two or other resurrected servants for the maximum seventy years of their originally expected lifespans, they'll still end servitude healthy at a beautiful early-twenties age."

Albedo cuts in. "Once master's Gate spell succeeds, we add dimensional travel. The offer won't be limited to this world."

You turn to Yoruichi. "What would centuries-old shinigami pay to be young again?"

Yoruichi's expression shifts - genuine surprise crossing her features. "Soul Society would... bankrupt itself. Captains who've served a thousand years would trade anything."

"Hinata," you continue, "what would the clans pay to have their prodigies and heirs resurrected?"

Hinata's voice is quiet but certain. "Everything, Goshujin-sama. The Hyuga would empty our vaults for a single heir."

"Rika - your world is experiencing a worse zombie apocalypse than this one. How many people would accept resurrection if the cost is a few years of menial labor?"

Rika exhales slowly. "Everyone. Every single survivor who lost someone would accept those terms."

Erza sets her fork down. "This isn't about slavery at all. It's... economic exchange."

"Of humans, which is defined as slavery, with our default protections," Maria adds. "Master cannot sexually exploit servants without being. Re-educated... Duration limits. Witness requirements. Purpose restrictions."

Sango stares at her plate, clearly wrestling with the clan resurrection offer.

Kurumi smiles faintly. "In multiple timelines, Brad establishes formal resurrection economy. In several, he refuses entirely. This moment determines which path."

C.C. meets your eyes. "You've made your case. We'll formalize governance rules tomorrow."

Conversations resume around the galley - quieter now, more thoughtful.

You focus telepathically on Sango alone, voice threading directly into her mind.

"I didn't mention the possibility before now because resurrection was untested and Gate has yet to succeed cross-world. Meaning any deal now, I can't pay yet. What is the value of life, Sango? Is one young woman compelled into servitude worth the dozens of lives of her entire clan?"

Sango's chopsticks freeze halfway to her mouth. Her expression goes carefully blank.

"It is cruel to make you consider it," you continue. "But it's important to do so. I'll bring this up again after I succeed with cross-world Gates. Until then, a deal is impossible."

Her throat works. She sets the chopsticks down slowly, staring at her plate. Doesn't respond - but you know the weight of her consideration.

You shift attention to Riveria next.

"This adds other options to your conquest, my elven queen. How many young women died trying to bear a child? Your people will need different rules for mind control. You are their ruler. Will you be allowing mind control on enemy women just for testing purposes? What about the other races - will you allow your tyrant's perversion to spread?"

Riveria's golden eyes flick toward you across the galley. Her expression doesn't change, but you catch the subtle tightening around her mouth.

"I will consider appropriate governance," she replies telepathically, measured. "But my world's slavery already exists. Your dominance may prove... cleaner."

Before you can respond, Kurumu appears beside you - half-naked still in her purple bra and panties, moving with enthusiasm. She slides onto your lap facing you, thighs straddling your hips.

"Master Brad is so amazing!" she chirps, grabbing your wrists and pressing your hands against her bra-covered breasts. "You're going to save everyone!"

Conversations around the galley pause. Several heads turn.

You squeeze gently through the lace, feeling the soft warmth beneath. "I'll miss your charmed enthusiasm," you reply, meeting her wide adoring eyes.

She giggles, rocking forward slightly against you. "I'm not going anywhere!"

"When the charm wears off," you clarify, letting your thumbs brush across where her nipples press through fabric.

Kurumu blinks, processing that. Then giggles again, leaning in to rest her forehead against yours. "Then I'll just have to stay enthusiastic without it!"

You chuckle, giving her breasts another gentle squeeze before releasing them to rest your hands on her bare waist instead. She hums contentedly, settling against you.

Rin watches from across the table, expression unreadable. Albedo sits beside you, finishing her chicken with precise cuts. Maria observes quietly.

Erza clears her throat. "So. Tomorrow morning, we formalize governance rules?"

"It will be a long conversation that I'll try a few tricks to keep on track, otherwise we'll end up arguing individual cases instead of broad rules first." you confirm, one hand idly stroking Kurumu's lower back. "Duration. Witnesses. Purpose restrictions."

"And resurrection pricing," C.C. adds.

Sango still hasn't looked up from her plate.

"Bulma," you call across the galley, "would you please put on episodes three and four of Code Geass before we call it for the night?"

Bulma looks up from her plate, nodding. "Sure thing."

You turn your attention to Jennifer and Kimberly standing motionless in their underwear near the counter. "Collect and clean the dishes, then bring your clothes to the crew sleeping bunks. Select a bunk for the night and be here again in the morning."

Both women move immediately, gathering plates with blank efficiency.

"Night watch," you continue, addressing the group, "please take turns checking on Robin. She has an open portal next to her motorhome to a college library. The risk is minor since we don't need lights, but I'd rather not let a zombie surprise her while she's reading."

Rika nods. "I'll take first rotation."

The group settles in as Bulma connects her tablet to one of the projectors. C.C. positions herself where she can see clearly, expression carefully neutral as the opening theme begins.

You watch both episodes through - Lelouch's confrontation and murder of Clovis, his experimentation of the geass on Kallen, Suzaku framed as Clovis murderer, announcing his presence as a rebel-terrorist. C.C. sits very still throughout, occasionally touching her forehead where her own Geass sigil would manifest.

When the second episode ends, Asia's hand finds yours under the table. Her grip is firm.

"Brad," she whispers, leaning close. "Can we...?"

You squeeze back gently. "Yeah."

The transition to the communal bedroom happens naturally - Asia pulling you by the hand, others following. Mikasa brings up the rear, then Albedo and Kurumi. Bulma catches up quickly, Sinon not far behind.

Asia pushes you onto the bed the moment you're through the door, climbing onto your lap immediately. Her hands fumble with your belt.

"You can bring people back," she breathes against your mouth. "You can save them. Everyone."

Her kiss is fierce, urgent. When she finally gets your pants open, she doesn't hesitate - sinking down onto you with a gasp that turns into a moan.

"Yes," she whimpers, starting to move. "Yes yes yes..."

Mikasa strips efficiently nearby, watching Asia ride you with hungry eyes. Albedo settles on the bed beside you, already removing her white gown. Kurumi kneels at the foot of the bed in her French maid outfit, heterochromatic eyes fixed on where Asia's body joins yours.

Asia's rhythm builds quickly, her small breasts bouncing as she rides harder. "Brad - oh god - Brad!"

Her climax hits with a sharp cry, inner walls clamping tight. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting.

Mikasa doesn't wait - she pulls Asia off gently and straddles your cock in one smooth motion, muscular thighs bracketing your waist as her wet heat settles around your shaft.