Chapter 147.: Business
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Ragan became silent for some time, racking his brains on how to save his life. What use was he to this man? Ragan knew nothing about Jake.
It was basically a gamble, so he decided on his best bet. And that was none other than,
''Slaves!'' Ragan shouted, sweat running down the back of his ears. ''I have many beautiful beastkin slaves.''
''You think our master lacks women?'' Ruxa sharply looked at the man on the floor, leaning closer to Jake.
''No no, of course not!'' Ragan quickly shouted, his face paling even more.
''There are other types of slaves as well. Powerful warriors, slaves with special abilities. I… We collect them from all over the kingdom!''
Of course, Ragan was exaggerating. A lowly trader like him wouldn't have such 'premium goods.' If he had, he wouldn't be wearing such ragged clothes. Jake could easily infer that much.
''Master, he doesn't seem that useful. His slaves are most likely unranked individuals. They could be malnourished and tortured as well,'' Perry gently said, resting her palm on his chest.
Jake clicked his tongue, disappointed. However, he had noticed how this slave trader said ''we'' earlier. That meant he worked with others as well.
''How many more are involved in this slave trafficking? Who are your buyers?'' Jake asked.
Ragan hesitated this time. ''That- uh…''
''Tch, it's better to just corrupt your soul.'' Jake stretched his hand ahead and spread his Degeneration Halo. It only went as far as the beastkin lying on the floor.
''Wha?'' Before Ragan could say anything more, he felt his head spinning. A strong feeling of subservience to this man hit him, along with various vile thoughts.
The fox kin trembled for a few minutes, muttering to himself irrationally. Sometimes his voice was like a whisper and other times it was an abrupt shout.
Ragan suddenly turned into a black fox and bowed his head. ''This lowly servant greets you, master.''
''Start with your introduction,'' Jake leaned back and said.
''Yes. My name is Ragan Jelah, 43-years-old. I was a member of the Hamsol Fox Tribe, hailing from the Lazeption Commonwealth.''
Jake titled his head after hearing him. That meant this black fox and his tribe came from Nunan continent, crossing the sapphire sea.
''I had always been seen as incompetent my whole life,'' Ragan continued. ''Due to a dispute over some of our tribe's oldest rules with the leader, I was exiled forever, with this…''
The slave trader showed his only ear. The beastkins had a long-held tradition of cutting the outcast's right ear or the tail. Both of these were tied to a beastkin's identity, so cutting them signaled he/she didn't belong anywhere.
''I was 27 back then.'' Ragan then began a short story about how he became a slave trader.
Jake could feel the open hatred this fox had for his tribe, and the desire for revenge. That's why he had chosen to trade beastkin slaves, going against his very race.
A few minutes passed, and Ragan began answering the questions Jake had previously asked.
''We slave traders aren't under a single banner. There are many like me all over the kingdom, and it's not just this one. Some traders have groups while some work for another trader with bigger connections.
''I am under a man called Xenan. He lives in Cheshire and knows many nobles of Grimbow and even some overseas. They are the prime buyers of these slaves.'' Ragan, in his fox form, untangled himself from his clothes and walked forward.
''Nobles want luxury above all else. Buying third-rate slaves and making them work is better than hiring servants. Slaves are also more loyal because of the special collars they get.''
Jake finally found this fox somewhat interesting. He told Ragan to continue.
''And master, each noble man or woman has some unfulfilled desires which their partners cannot and would not help with. So they buy high-quality slaves. It's a dirty business,'' The fox's eyes shined.
''But it pays well. As long as we don't damage the image of the royals, they turn a blind eye to this. For the bourgeoisie, slaves are a necessity…''
Sitting on Jake's lap, Erin quickly proposed something. ''Master, the slaves would be the best spies to infiltrate noble families.''
She whispered, and Jake smiled. Not just spies… They could be much more for him. Assassins, for example.
''Well, looks like you're going to live,'' he said.
''Thank you for your generosity, master.''
Jake waved his hand, signaling the fox to leave for now. The beastkin, in his fox form, quickly bit his clothes and left the guest room.
A voice suddenly rang in Lombard's mind, telling him to prepare a room for the slave trader.
''Also bring all the maids to the room beside mine. Hmm, and your daughters as well…'' the voice said.
Lombard paused and then smiled. ''As you wish, master.''
…
The next day, the sun rose, illuminating the town as always. Inside the mayor's mansion, the servants were cleaning the floors and windows.
For some reason, all the maids walked with wobbly steps. Their legs were trembling and quite a few of them went to pee from time to time.
Even though everyone knew what had happened, no one talked about it.
While carrying a broken vase, a young maid suddenly stumbled and plopped on the ground. She sat there in a W-position, unable to get up at all.
''Hey, are you okay?'' A manservant nearby quickly noticed her and went to help.
''Y-Yes…'' The maid's voice sounded hoarse. She realized how much she had moaned the earlier night.
''Here,'' the manservant gave her his hand, and she hesitantly caught it.
As he pulled her though, the maid's ears quickly turned red. She stopped holding the man's hand and covered her face in shame.
The maid tried running as her legs trembled, thanking her long skirt which hid lines of pee running down her thighs.
Inside the guest room on the second floor, Jake was buttoning his shirt while sitting on the bed.
''Ompphh~ Mrnnggh~ Mrrnnh~''
Lombard's daughters were obediently sucking on his cock and balls. Elise and Margaret wore torn clothes. Their bodies had cum stains and red marks.
Slurp… Slurp…
Jake stood after he finished buttoning. He grabbed Elise's ponytail and came inside her mouth. Then he pulled out and pinched Margaret's face.
''Ommphh!'' Plugging her face with his fat cock, Jake shot the rest of the cum in her mouth.
By now, the two girls knew what to do. They quickly looked at the demon towering above them and gulped. They then stretched out their tongues, showing their empty mouths.
''Go wash yourselves.'' Jake waved his hand and began wearing his pants.
Once had finished dressing up, he walked downstairs. Erin and Perry were waiting for him. Ruxa was with the centaurs.
''Let's go free the sluts from those brothels.'' He said to the two women, sounding like a hero.
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Ragan became silent for some time, racking his brains on how to save his life. What use was he to this man? Ragan knew nothing about Jake.
It was basically a gamble, so he decided on his best bet. And that was none other than,
''Slaves!'' Ragan shouted, sweat running down the back of his ears. ''I have many beautiful beastkin slaves.''
''You think our master lacks women?'' Ruxa sharply looked at the man on the floor, leaning closer to Jake.
''No no, of course not!'' Ragan quickly shouted, his face paling even more.
''There are other types of slaves as well. Powerful warriors, slaves with special abilities. I… We collect them from all over the kingdom!''
Of course, Ragan was exaggerating. A lowly trader like him wouldn't have such 'premium goods.' If he had, he wouldn't be wearing such ragged clothes. Jake could easily infer that much.
''Master, he doesn't seem that useful. His slaves are most likely unranked individuals. They could be malnourished and tortured as well,'' Perry gently said, resting her palm on his chest.
Jake clicked his tongue, disappointed. However, he had noticed how this slave trader said ''we'' earlier. That meant he worked with others as well.
''How many more are involved in this slave trafficking? Who are your buyers?'' Jake asked.
Ragan hesitated this time. ''That- uh…''
''Tch, it's better to just corrupt your soul.'' Jake stretched his hand ahead and spread his Degeneration Halo. It only went as far as the beastkin lying on the floor.
''Wha?'' Before Ragan could say anything more, he felt his head spinning. A strong feeling of subservience to this man hit him, along with various vile thoughts.
The fox kin trembled for a few minutes, muttering to himself irrationally. Sometimes his voice was like a whisper and other times it was an abrupt shout.
Ragan suddenly turned into a black fox and bowed his head. ''This lowly servant greets you, master.''
''Start with your introduction,'' Jake leaned back and said.
''Yes. My name is Ragan Jelah, 43-years-old. I was a member of the Hamsol Fox Tribe, hailing from the Lazeption Commonwealth.''
Jake titled his head after hearing him. That meant this black fox and his tribe came from Nunan continent, crossing the sapphire sea.
''I had always been seen as incompetent my whole life,'' Ragan continued. ''Due to a dispute over some of our tribe's oldest rules with the leader, I was exiled forever, with this…''
The slave trader showed his only ear. The beastkins had a long-held tradition of cutting the outcast's right ear or the tail. Both of these were tied to a beastkin's identity, so cutting them signaled he/she didn't belong anywhere.
''I was 27 back then.'' Ragan then began a short story about how he became a slave trader.
Jake could feel the open hatred this fox had for his tribe, and the desire for revenge. That's why he had chosen to trade beastkin slaves, going against his very race.
A few minutes passed, and Ragan began answering the questions Jake had previously asked.
''We slave traders aren't under a single banner. There are many like me all over the kingdom, and it's not just this one. Some traders have groups while some work for another trader with bigger connections.
''I am under a man called Xenan. He lives in Cheshire and knows many nobles of Grimbow and even some overseas. They are the prime buyers of these slaves.'' Ragan, in his fox form, untangled himself from his clothes and walked forward.
''Nobles want luxury above all else. Buying third-rate slaves and making them work is better than hiring servants. Slaves are also more loyal because of the special collars they get.''
Jake finally found this fox somewhat interesting. He told Ragan to continue.
''And master, each noble man or woman has some unfulfilled desires which their partners cannot and would not help with. So they buy high-quality slaves. It's a dirty business,'' The fox's eyes shined.
''But it pays well. As long as we don't damage the image of the royals, they turn a blind eye to this. For the bourgeoisie, slaves are a necessity…''
Sitting on Jake's lap, Erin quickly proposed something. ''Master, the slaves would be the best spies to infiltrate noble families.''
She whispered, and Jake smiled. Not just spies… They could be much more for him. Assassins, for example.
''Well, looks like you're going to live,'' he said.
''Thank you for your generosity, master.''
Jake waved his hand, signaling the fox to leave for now. The beastkin, in his fox form, quickly bit his clothes and left the guest room.
A voice suddenly rang in Lombard's mind, telling him to prepare a room for the slave trader.
''Also bring all the maids to the room beside mine. Hmm, and your daughters as well…'' the voice said.
Lombard paused and then smiled. ''As you wish, master.''
…
The next day, the sun rose, illuminating the town as always. Inside the mayor's mansion, the servants were cleaning the floors and windows.
For some reason, all the maids walked with wobbly steps. Their legs were trembling and quite a few of them went to pee from time to time.
Even though everyone knew what had happened, no one talked about it.
While carrying a broken vase, a young maid suddenly stumbled and plopped on the ground. She sat there in a W-position, unable to get up at all.
''Hey, are you okay?'' A manservant nearby quickly noticed her and went to help.
''Y-Yes…'' The maid's voice sounded hoarse. She realized how much she had moaned the earlier night.
''Here,'' the manservant gave her his hand, and she hesitantly caught it.
As he pulled her though, the maid's ears quickly turned red. She stopped holding the man's hand and covered her face in shame.
The maid tried running as her legs trembled, thanking her long skirt which hid lines of pee running down her thighs.
Inside the guest room on the second floor, Jake was buttoning his shirt while sitting on the bed.
''Ompphh~ Mrnnggh~ Mrrnnh~''
Lombard's daughters were obediently sucking on his cock and balls. Elise and Margaret wore torn clothes. Their bodies had cum stains and red marks.
Slurp… Slurp…
Jake stood after he finished buttoning. He grabbed Elise's ponytail and came inside her mouth. Then he pulled out and pinched Margaret's face.
''Ommphh!'' Plugging her face with his fat cock, Jake shot the rest of the cum in her mouth.
By now, the two girls knew what to do. They quickly looked at the demon towering above them and gulped. They then stretched out their tongues, showing their empty mouths.
''Go wash yourselves.'' Jake waved his hand and began wearing his pants.
Once had finished dressing up, he walked downstairs. Erin and Perry were waiting for him. Ruxa was with the centaurs.
''Let's go free the sluts from those brothels.'' He said to the two women, sounding like a hero.
Ragan became silent for some time, racking his brains on how to save his life. What use was he to this man? Ragan knew nothing about Jake.It was basically a gamble, so he decided on his best bet. And that was none other than,''Slaves!'' Ragan shouted, sweat running down the back of his ears. ''I have many beautiful beastkin slaves.''''You think our master lacks women?'' Ruxa sharply looked at the man on the floor, leaning closer to Jake.''No no, of course not!'' Ragan quickly shouted, his face paling even more.''There are other types of slaves as well. Powerful warriors, slaves with special abilities. I We collect them from all over the kingdom!''Of course, Ragan was exaggerating. A lowly trader like him wouldn't have such 'premium goods.' If he had, he wouldn't be wearing such ragged clothes. Jake could easily infer that much.''Master, he doesn't seem that useful. His slaves are most likely unranked individuals. They could be malnourished and tortured as well,'' Perry gently said, resting her palm on his chest.Jake clicked his tongue, disappointed. However, he had noticed how this slave trader said ''we'' earlier. That meant he worked with others as well.''How many more are involved in this slave trafficking? Who are your buyers?'' Jake asked.Ragan hesitated this time. ''That- uh''''Tch, it's better to just corrupt your soul.'' Jake stretched his hand ahead and spread his Degeneration Halo. It only went as far as the beastkin lying on the floor.''Wha?'' Before Ragan could say anything more, he felt his head spinning. A strong feeling of subservience to this man hit him, along with various vile thoughts.The fox kin trembled for a few minutes, muttering to himself irrationally. Sometimes his voice was like a whisper and other times it was an abrupt shout.Ragan suddenly turned into a black fox and bowed his head. ''This lowly servant greets you, master.''''Start with your introduction,'' Jake leaned back and said.''Yes. My name is Ragan Jelah, 43-years-old. I was a member of the Hamsol Fox Tribe, hailing from the Lazeption Commonwealth.''Jake titled his head after hearing him. That meant this black fox and his tribe came from Nunan continent, crossing the sapphire sea. ''I had always been seen as incompetent my whole life,'' Ragan continued. ''Due to a dispute over some of our tribe's oldest rules with the leader, I was exiled forever, with this''The slave trader showed his only ear. The beastkins had a long-held tradition of cutting the outcast's right ear or the tail. Both of these were tied to a beastkin's identity, so cutting them signaled he/she didn't belong anywhere.''I was 27 back then.'' Ragan then began a short story about how he became a slave trader.Jake could feel the open hatred this fox had for his tribe, and the desire for revenge. That's why he had chosen to trade beastkin slaves, going against his very race.A few minutes passed, and Ragan began answering the questions Jake had previously asked.''We slave traders aren't under a single banner. There are many like me all over the kingdom, and it's not just this one. Some traders have groups while some work for another trader with bigger connections.''I am under a man called Xenan. He lives in Cheshire and knows many nobles of Grimbow and even some overseas. They are the prime buyers of these slaves.'' Ragan, in his fox form, untangled himself from his clothes and walked forward.''Nobles want luxury above all else. Buying third-rate slaves and making them work is better than hiring servants. Slaves are also more loyal because of the special collars they get.''Jake finally found this fox somewhat interesting. He told Ragan to continue.''And master, each noble man or woman has some unfulfilled desires which their partners cannot and would not help with. So they buy high-quality slaves. It's a dirty business,'' The fox's eyes shined.''But it pays well. As long as we don't damage the image of the royals, they turn a blind eye to this. For the bourgeoisie, slaves are a necessity'' Sitting on Jake's lap, Erin quickly proposed something. ''Master, the slaves would be the best spies to infiltrate noble families.''She whispered, and Jake smiled. Not just spies They could be much more for him. Assassins, for example.''Well, looks like you're going to live,'' he said.''Thank you for your generosity, master.''Jake waved his hand, signaling the fox to leave for now. The beastkin, in his fox form, quickly bit his clothes and left the guest room.A voice suddenly rang in Lombard's mind, telling him to prepare a room for the slave trader.''Also bring all the maids to the room beside mine. Hmm, and your daughters as well'' the voice said.Lombard paused and then smiled. ''As you wish, master.'' The next day, the sun rose, illuminating the town as always. Inside the mayor's mansion, the servants were cleaning the floors and windows.For some reason, all the maids walked with wobbly steps. Their legs were trembling and quite a few of them went to pee from time to time.Even though everyone knew what had happened, no one talked about it.While carrying a broken vase, a young maid suddenly stumbled and plopped on the ground. She sat there in a W-position, unable to get up at all.''Hey, are you okay?'' A manservant nearby quickly noticed her and went to help.''Y-Yes'' The maid's voice sounded hoarse. She realized how much she had moaned the earlier night.''Here,'' the manservant gave her his hand, and she hesitantly caught it.As he pulled her though, the maid's ears quickly turned red. She stopped holding the man's hand and covered her face in shame.The maid tried running as her legs trembled, thanking her long skirt which hid lines of pee running down her thighs.Inside the guest room on the second floor, Jake was buttoning his shirt while sitting on the bed.''Ompphh~ Mrnnggh~ Mrrnnh~''Lombard's daughters were obediently sucking on his cock and balls. Elise and Margaret wore torn clothes. Their bodies had cum stains and red marks.Slurp SlurpJake stood after he finished buttoning. He grabbed Elise's ponytail and came inside her mouth. Then he pulled out and pinched Margaret's face.''Ommphh!'' Plugging her face with his fat cock, Jake shot the rest of the cum in her mouth.By now, the two girls knew what to do. They quickly looked at the demon towering above them and gulped. They then stretched out their tongues, showing their empty mouths.''Go wash yourselves.'' Jake waved his hand and began wearing his pants.Once had finished dressing up, he walked downstairs. Erin and Perry were waiting for him. Ruxa was with the centaurs.''Let's go free the sluts from those brothels.'' He said to the two women, sounding like a hero.
