Hentai King System

Immediately before departure from the royal capital.

He made a last detour.

"I was about to forget completely. Close, close…"

Rigel muttered to himself.

That voice was light, and the color of reflection thin.

What he recalled was the matter of "Siena's little sister" he had once promised with only his mouth.

In the first place, who was Siena?

It was not unreasonable even if one forgot.

After all, none other than Rigel had forgotten as well.

Once, Rigel who had awakened to the cheat skill [Rape].

The first he violated was the busty maid Dolly.

And the second target was the elf girl Siena.

"Man, the creampie sex that time was fun."

Warping the corner of his mouth he chewed the past.

Screams and pleas and trembling voices.

A warped omnipotence only one who held power could taste.

While raping Siena, Rigel made one promise.

It was that if she became a sex slave he would search out her companions and protect them.

Naturally it was not words that came from goodwill.

The aim was to enjoy pleasant rape by using that promise as bait and making her say words of submission.

"A promise with a mere sex slave doesn't matter, but… in her case it connects to the 'next'…"

With Rigel's position breaking a promise was nothing at all.

Or even if pursued it was easy to make a suitable excuse of "I searched but haven't found them yet."

But that would make the precious rape situation go to waste.

An elf girl who wished for her companions' safety and became obedient as a sex slave.

An existence like that could not be made on purpose.

She was a reasonably rare item, and it would be a shame to miss the place to use her.

"…Here."

Rigel stopped and looked up at the building.

The royal capital slave firm.

The entrance door was heavy, the air inside light.

At a sensation of being cut off from the outside world the corners of his mouth rose naturally.

"Welcome, Lord Gousel. We have been awaiting your visit."

The man who received him had a soft smile pasted on.

He was this firm's president.

From the top showing himself from the start he had probably sensed Rigel's visit.

"How is that matter?"

"Yes, we have actually succeeded in obtaining about one."

"Only one animal. Weak as bait…"

Rigel made a somewhat sour face.

Purchase Siena's fellow tribespeople and bring them together with her.

A reunion with former fellow tribespeople. Moreover in a state where both had become slave status.

A nice interaction could be expected.

The possibility of finishing as an interesting rape situation was high.

But with only one there was also the possibility it would be insufficient as stimulus.

"There is no need for concern, yes."

"What do you mean?"

"Fufufu…"

"Speak without putting on airs. I'll kill you."

Rigel threatened.

But of course he was not serious.

As a royal capital slave firm its influence was large.

Even Rigel, if he killed easily it would be extremely hard to cover up. It was not such a boring reason.

If he lost the connection with a slave firm that held wide connections, it would affect the procurement of sex slaves from now on.

That was all.

"The slave we procured. Her name is Miena."

"Miena? What's that—no, wait?"

Rigel traced his memory.

The elf girl he himself had once raped.

He recalled that name again.

"A blood relative of Siena?"

"Exactly so. By our investigation she is Siena's little sister."

"I see I see! Hahaha! You succeeded in procuring that one's little sister!!"

Rigel's tension rose.

He had thought he wanted to bring former fellow tribespeople together and finish it as a pleasant situation.

If they were blood relatives the effect was outstanding.

For example if he could obtain parents or a little brother as well, he might be able to do "rape in front of family" or "dignity-destruction play with family lives as the price."

On that point, what about a little sister?

He could do roughly the same as if he obtained parents or a little brother.

And not only that, he could rape and enjoy the little sister herself.

Truly killing two birds with one stone.

An unexpected harvest.

"I'll ask to be sure, the matter of the older sister—"

"Of course we have kept it hidden. When to reveal it, or never reveal it. Everything is as Lord Gousel wishes."

"…Wonderful. It seems I was underestimating you."

Rigel laughed with only his mouth.

He did not mix irony into words of praise.

It was an evaluation from his true heart.

"This is a reward, take it."

"O-ooh!? Th-this much gold coin… is it all right?"

"I only repay effort. I don't know when I'll next come to the royal capital, but continue to rely on you."

"Yes! That is of course! —Then, I'll bring Miena at once."

The man went out while bowing repeatedly.

As a royal capital slave firm he should be used to exchanges with nobles and negotiations involving large sums.

But he seemed overwhelmed by the funding power Rigel, "hero of the Valstine campaign" and "legitimate son of a marquis house," could move.

"—Thank you for waiting. This is the promised article."

The inner door opened and a girl was brought.

Her thin shoulders were stiff, her stride small.

Her fingertips were clenched hard, nails biting into her palms.

Her eyes were lowered, and she never tried to look this way.

"..."

Silence was her barrier.

She was frightened.

Or she might be pretending a blank face so her fear would not be perceived.

Rigel was neither kind nor comforting.

His policy for dealing with her was still under consideration.

Including whether to rape her before bringing her together with Siena, he had to ponder carefully.

He only said it short.

"We're leaving here."

The girl's pupils swayed slightly.

There was no reply.

She did not even nod.

Rigel judged that was fine for now.

"Then please sign these documents—"

A name scribbled on the documents.

The various procedures ended surprisingly readily.

The firm's man did not break his smile to the end.

Rigel took Miena and went outside the building.

The air was a little cold.

"Come."

"Ah…"

Pulled by the chain connected to her collar, Miena raised a small scream.

But Rigel paid no mind.

Her fate was on his palm.

The departure became a quiet thing.

In the end he refused all proposals of companions.

Driver, escorts, porters. If extra humans increased, only trouble increased.

For cheat-holder Rigel excessive preparation was also unnecessary.

Only a somewhat small carriage was prepared before the royal capital gate.

The decoration was modest, but it was one unit whose running performance was satisfactory.

"Now then, shall we go."

Rigel sat on the driver's seat without any hesitation.

He gripped the reins as if checking the leather feel and lightly struck the horse's neck.

The instant she saw that, the movement of Miena standing behind stopped.

She rounded her eyes only an instant and looked up at Rigel as if seeing something unbelievable.

"Eh? Um, a driver or escorts or…"

"Aa? Do you think someone like you would have escorts attached?"

"No, that's not it… That, Master is a noble, right? Isn't it dangerous…"

While denying it she did not draw back.

Having understood her own position she had probably judged it was still something she should say.

Rigel raised his chin lightly and threw his gaze at the road ahead.

Miena's treatment was not yet decided.

He had not taken extra communication either.

Even so she spontaneously called Rigel "Master."

Furthermore she had guessed Rigel's status.

"…Hmph."

A little thought.

If it were a slave with a high nose and rebellious, breaking her would also be amusement.

But stepping on a branch already broken from the start made no sound.

Then there was another way to play.

"Fu, Miena is kind."

"Eh?"

A vacant voice.

She had probably not thought words of praise would fly.

With an expression mixed of confusion and wariness Miena repeated blinking.

"Don't worry. I'm strong. Even if monsters or bandits appear I'll take them down."

"Y-yes…"

"Leave driving to me. You just rest slowly in the back."

Rigel said it without even looking back.

Not from goodwill.

Not to repay loyalty either.

What he wanted was only a pleasant rape situation.

This was preliminary preparation for that.

Behind the carriage there was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing.

Miena was probably sitting as told and arranging her posture.

A presence of timidly putting a blanket over her knees and shrinking herself came through.

Silence continued.

Instead of words regular hoofbeats carved the road.

The creak of wheels mixed and remained in the ears as a monotonous rhythm.

"…Master."

"What."

"Strong… how much…?"

A probing voice, but not fear alone.

An irrepressible curiosity of wanting to touch the unknown seeped.

Rigel raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The start of the operation was going well.

Faster than assumed she was closing the distance.

Far more interesting than an existence that only submitted from fear.

"About a hundred times your imagination."

"A hundred times…?"

Miena's voice rose slightly.

She tried to roll that number in her head and caught midway.

He clearly understood that her thoughts stopped there when she tried to imagine.

"Imagine the 'strongest' you can image. Far above that."

"I-I don't… really understand…"

A reply of confusion.

But there was no color of rejection.

Even not understanding she had not broken the posture of listening.

Rigel rolled a laugh in the back of his throat and lightly struck the reins.

The horse neighed as if answering and advanced while keeping speed.

The sway was gentle.

The two's air was loosening in a good sense.

About two hours after leaving the royal capital.

The scenery had already changed.

On both sides of the road weeds and shrubs spread and rubbed swaying in the wind.

The edge of a forest.

Tree shadows fell on the road, light and shade swayed mottled.

When they came to a slope where visibility dropped a little, Rigel's fingertips stopped dead.

"Mu?"

"W-what's wrong…?"

"Already making an appearance. Even though we're not that far from the royal capital… What's with the knight order's public-order maintenance."

The instant Miena tilted her head blankly.

The thicket at the roadside split and men appeared.

Crude leather armor, rusted swords, beast-like eyes.

Turbid gazes thoroughly used to taking were turned on the carriage.

The number was seven… no, eight.

"Stop! Toll, noble-sama!!"

"Heh… You at least have an eye to see through."

Rigel did not stop the horse.

Rather he did not even drop speed.

One of the bandits clicked his tongue and leapt out in front of the horse.

"Can't you hear!? Sto—"

The next instant.

Rigel pulled the reins with one hand and with the other released "something."

A mere small stone.

But it flew like an arrow and accurately pierced the bandit's forehead.

"Gah!?"

The man arched and collapsed just like that.

The air of the thicket hardened all at once.

The air of composure and mockery of a moment ago vanished as if a lie.

"J-just now…"

Behind, a presence of Miena swallowing her breath.

Fear and shock were frozen in her throat before becoming voice.

Rigel announced it matter-of-factly.

"I told you to rest."

"B-but…!"

"It's fine. As I said, I'll take them down."

The bandits stirred and the sound of drawing swords overlapped.

Fear and anger mixed and the place became a hair trigger.

At the center of that only Rigel blinked looking bored.

"Now then. Entertain me a little."

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