Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

They were ignored as the man brought another chair and sat next to Lucille. "Are you okay?" He asked while gently stroking her thigh in a supportive gesture.

"Yes. They were in the middle of bribing me for their freedom." She declared while giggling amusedly as if the very notion was funny in her mind.

"Let me guess: they promised to revoke your death certificate, restore your noble status, and be good girls who wouldn't try to kill you a second time."

"Hehehe… Something like that."

"Black...! You should know what you're doing is a horrible crime! The king himself will be on your tail, let alone our father!"

"The king, huh…" He chuckled. "He'd been on my tail for months now because I stole his Legendary-rarity artifact and an even rarer creature he kept jailed, and what's the result he has to show for his efforts? Absolutely nothing. In fact, just a couple of hours ago, his beloved little princess was sitting in my arms while dangling her legs back and forth and humming joyously as she crafted his birthday present while diligently following the instructions of my elven slave."

"Wait... You're no noble…" Amara whispered her findings.

"You would be correct in a sense. I wasn't born from the folds of a noblewoman, making me legally lowborn. But compared to my birth, you golden-blooded humans might as well be thought of as lowborns. Be that as it may, we're not here to debate about me. Let's change the topic to you two."

He eyed the twins for a moment before his gaze decidedly landed on Vivienne. "Tell me, how many people have you raped to satisfy your endless lust?"

"None!" She cried instantly, making him chuckle for the third time since he appeared in front of them.

Then… his features hardened and in an ominous, authoritative tone he declared; "You two are forbidden from lying to me or my allies ever again. Now answer me, Vivienne."

Vivienne's body tensed as an invisible force wrapped around her, squeezing like iron chains that gripped not her flesh but her very soul. Her lips quivered, and her mind raced, scrambling to construct a falsehood, but every attempt shattered against an unseen barrier.

She felt the oppressive weight of the command seeping into her core, compelling her compliance. Panic surged through her as she tried to fight it, but it was futile - the magic coursing through her demanded the truth, stripping her of any ability to utter a lie. The sensation was invasive, like a parasite that demanded she tell the truth.

"I-I don't know!"

"That many, huh? Or maybe you just didn't care enough to keep count. They were all mudblooded nobodies while you're the golden child, after all. Give me your best estimate."

She gulped once again as her mind was outright forced to search for the most accurate answer she could.

"A couple hundred… There are forty members of my harem currently, the rest were… disposed of after I got bored."

He seemingly didn't like something regarding her response as his features contorted before he spat; "You're forbidden from calling them a harem. A wretched woman like you gives us proud harem owners a bad name. They're merely your unwilling prisoners, making them sex slaves, not harem members."

Black then turned toward Amara, "What about you? Can you give me a better estimate? 'A couple hundred' is too vague for my liking. How many people did your sister molest, rape, kidnap to be her pleasure toys?"

The sadist woman felt the same force that assaulted Vivienne demanding her brain give the most accurate answer it could. She tried to keep her lips shut, but her resistance amounted to absolutely nothing. "About four hundred."

"And how many individual assaults would you say took place on those four hundred people?"
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"Sister!" Vivienne cried, but she was silenced without even a word from the man.

"About ten thousand…"

I see," The man nodded in understanding. "And what about you? How many lives have you ruined to live out your sadistic fantasies? Are you also a rapist?"

"No!" She cried her answer with great alarm. "I never once sexually assaulted another person."

"How noble of you!" Lucille giggled mockingly before continuing, "But you 'forgot' to answer my love's earlier question."

"I don't know… A couple hundred." Amara hissed despite her utmost effort to remain quiet about the truth.

"How curious. The rapist doesn't keep count of her victims, while the torturer doesn't care to remember the number of hers. What about you, dearest little sister? How many people has our fellow sister tortured? Do you know?" Lucille asked Vivienne.

"Sister!" Amara cried, but just like Vivienne before her, she was silenced.

"About five hundred…" Vivienne declared through gritted teeth.

"Amazing. Neither of you cared enough about your own wrongdoings, yet you tracked your sister's debauchery admirably well as if collecting dirt on each other. I'm sure a psychologist would find this phenomenon fascinating, but frankly, I don't give a damn." The man announced as he stood and walked over to the two kneeling women, towering over their trembling frames.

Just one glance was all the twins needed to instinctively understand that he had no mercy in his cold, dark heart.

Their life as they knew it was over. Now came the time to face their new reality.

"I would love to utterly ruin you, however, you two are too important for me to exact proper justice upon."

Hearing his statement, life returned to their frozen expressions. So even he understood what he was doing was plain reckless. A suicide move.

What would he do?

Demand chests full of gold for their release? Have their father write an apology letter? Maybe even go as far as to give them a little beating as a proverbial justice for their numerous victims before healing and returning them home?

He observed the twins and their expressions for a few seconds before announcing his thoughts. "Vivienne Valessia Arvanelle Greenvale." The girl in question yelped before refocusing her attention on him, and a smug smile even managed to find its way to her face as if daring him to punish her.

"For your numerous sexual crimes against the innocent people of the Iskaris continent, you'll serve as a bedwarmer for my slaves. Every night, for the next ten thousand nights, you will be teleported back to my home in secrecy, where you will service my men to the best of your ability.

"Amara Valessia Arvanelle Greenvale. For the many people who fell victim to you and your sadistic desires, you will accompany your sister, letting my slaves and any other person who has issues with the oppression you nobles impose upon the common folk use you as a punching bag, venting their frustration upon your body."

The twins merely stared at him with dumbfounded expressions but he wasn't finished.

"Furthermore, as punishment for entering a bidding war against me for my mother-in-law and for being dumb bitches who made my Lucille's childhood worse than it had to be with your insufferable selves, you'll spend the rest of your lives as my diligent spies, working in my interest in the court of the Greenvale Duke. Every important news, rumor, even baseless gossip, you will deliver to me on a silver platter. You shall know no purpose in life other than to further my agenda. By day, you will work tirelessly for my cause. By night, you will work to satisfy my subordinates."

"… What?!" The two gasped with utter shock permeating through every fiber of their beings.