– Matias’ POV –
The northern forest near Lavender Town stretched before , a familiar hunting ground. It had been a few months since I started venturing here alone.
At first, hunting without Hazel's monster detection and Esta’s precise magic had been a nightmare.
Hazel’s keen sense of sll could locate monsters before they got close, and Esta could wipe them out before they even realized they had been found. The remaining monsters would then be handled by Hazel and .
I knew they were stronger than .
Even without their displays of skill, I had proof.
My Appraisal and Fake Status Detector skills told their stats were fabricated.
Esta concealed one elent.
Hazel… she hid three.
I had no idea what their true abilities were.
While I could inquire about their true status and elents, I refrained from doing so.
They likely had valid reasons for concealing their real selves, likely tied to their pasts.
If they wanted to keep their secrets, I wouldn’t force them to speak.
I preferred them to share the truth willingly, but I know there’s no way they will reveal it to by their own will.
After all—I was no different from their previous masters.
Because in the end, no matter how much I pretended otherwise…
I loved forcing them to have sex with .
It all started with her.
My ex.
She was a mage, and we worked together to make a living as adventurers.
I treated her with love and kindness, believing we were partners in both battle and life.
But one day…
I found her in the arms of another man.
A noble.
A damn noble from the Zieghart Kingdom.
She didn’t even deny it.
Didn’t even hesitate when she looked in the eye and chose him over .
The audacity of her infidelity wounded deeply.
Eight years have passed, but I still hear her words.
Still feel the burning sha of betrayal.
Still taste the bitterness of my own helplessness.
I wanted revenge.
I wanted to hurt her.
But…
I couldn’t.
Because no matter how much I hated her…
No matter how much I wanted to destroy her the way she destroyed …
I still loved her.
So instead, I bought a slave.
It was six years ago when I t a wandering slave trader from the Liberia Holy Kingdom.
Among the captivating beauty slaves he displayed, I noticed one—a brown cat girl with dead eyes.
At a glance, she was no different from the others. But then, my skill revealed sothing strange.
She was hiding her true status.
She had three hidden elents.
I didn’t know her past.
At that ti, I didn’t care.
All I knew was that if the empire’s nobles got their hands on her, her future would be far worse than being my slave.
They would strip her of everything.
She would be tossed onto the battlefield, forced to slaughter her own kind.
So I bought her.
Not to save her.
Not out of kindness.
But because I told myself, "at least my hell will be better than theirs.”
Guilt gnawed at in the beginning.
Every ti I forced myself on her, sothing in hesitated.
But then—I’d rember my ex.
I’d rember her voice, her betrayal, her choice.
And I’d tell myself,
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