The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For Some Reason, It Became My Harem - CH 114

“… Karendoll-san…?”

“Hiii—!”

“E… rm… What are you doing?”

“Hiii—! I’m sorry, please spare me! I will be your slave, Kaisar, so please forgive me! I beg you!”

I don’t understand why Karendoll is on her knees, so I ask her to stop, but she starts apologizing, saying she will become my slave as if she is frightened of something.

I don’t understand what she is talking about.

Karendoll, who looked ready to bite me before I went to sleep, is now begging me to make her my slave while being down on her knees.

It was a mysterious sight that I would like someone to explain so I can understand how it happened.

It was so strange that I wouldn’t even doubt it if someone told me she got possessed by a fox.

[ED: A spirit that would make her act differently.]

“Galette, what’s going on?”

I asked Galette, who was standing next to Karendoll.

Argh, my stomach is churning for some reason.

“It’s quite simple, Master. Bridgette and I were not satisfied with how Master had been mocked and leaving the matter undone. Thus, we repeatedly punched her in the stomach and healed her until she swore allegiance to you, our master, from the bottom of her heart and agreed to become your slave.”

“… W-wha, what in the world have you been doing?”

I was no longer surprised and took a few light steps back.

It is clearly bullying.

And it inevitably makes me the bad guy, no matter how you see it.

“Bridgette?”

“Yes!”

“Galette.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Sit down right here, okay? What you did to Karendoll-san was just violence. Did I tell you to be violent with her? I didn’t say that, did I? Especially Galette. You experienced terrible things before I took you in. Why can’t you understand what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that?”

And then I start lecturing them both.

That’s a given.

Because they are my slaves, and I am their owner.

I believe it to be my role to tell them what is wrong, correct their actions, scold them, be angry at them and instill common sense in them.

Regardless of how I started, since I took them in as slaves, I would not do anything sloppy with them.

“I forgive you this time because I believe it’s the result of your feelings for me going out of control, but be careful next time, okay? Also, I’m glad you worked up for me, but next time, take actions that won’t embarrass you as people.”

Then, after finishing lecturing the two for about thirty minutes, I patted their heads a little roughly.