Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Are we sure Black Fang is the best candidate to polish this outstanding but clearly rough gem? I volunteer for the job and am willing to pay her an additional 10,000 gold so that no bad blood gets between the two of us." The finance head decreed.

The temperature in the room instantly plummeted to ice cold as soon as these disgusting words reached Black Fang's ears.

"No bad blood, huh? I didn't know that you turned into a comedian in your final years, you dying loser." Black Fang hissed her words which were dripping with fury.

The finance head stammered due to the great offense he took, "D-dying? Excuse me?! I'm in good shape, plus I'm only 960 years old."

"Let's calm down, shall we?" The mediator spoke up because he saw that Black Fang was about to lunge at the man.

"Why don't you take him under your wing? No one is more capable of nurturing him into a pillar that the Consortium can be proud of than you are, Mediator." The finance head proposed as soon as he understood that he would never get to poach Devil for himself.

The finance and drug departments always had some tensions between them, so Black Fang getting the super rookie was the worst-case scenario for him. These tensions had existed for long before their time, but the situation became much worse back on the day he tried to use his seniority to pressure the newly appointed Obsidian Circle Member Black Fang into getting into a relationship with him.

That's right, Black Fang was no longer hiding her features from these six even though she used complete anonymity as she climbed the ranks. The reason for doing so was that the circle members were under unbreakable oaths not to betray each other. These oaths were much mightier and thus binding than what the magical chains of the [Slave Contract] offered. That was a weak magic in comparison.

And so, when he saw this extreme beauty for the first time, he tried using his seniority to get her to drop her pants. She immediately challenged him to a duel for offending her and severed his jewel sack and fishing rod from the rest of his body after beating him up. It took him many visits and multiple offerings of coffers full of shiny gold coins to have an Arch-Priest regrow his most precious friend.

"I was thinking along those lines as well…" The mediator replied, which instantly elicited a snap of Black Fang's head in his direction as her immense hostility was now aimed solely at his person, "but I will pass down the torch to our youngest member. Old fossils like me should slowly begin planning my retirement anyhow."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"You just don't want to deal with the headaches that you would get from this eccentric rookie, hehe!" The slaver woman accused him while giggling. It was an open secret at this table that these two were an item for a long while until the mediator got bored of 'earthly vices' and was now solely focusing on his research as well as making the Vesper Consortium into as mighty of an organization as he possibly could before his time was up and he left this earthly plane to greet the Goddess.

His research and the Consortium itself would be the legacy he leaves behind.

"… While that is most certainly true, the main reason for my abstention is that this person will be in perfect hands. Black Fang is the ideal person for the job."

"So what you're saying is that we should put the crazy baby into the hands of the crazy mother?" The slaver continued throwing her allegations at him as her amusement grew to new heights.

He shot her down firmly, "No, and just for the record, I don't think that either of them is crazy." While he said his piece, the mediator glanced at Black Fang worriedly to see if she took offense. Luckily for him, she couldn't care less about what others thought of her.

The human trafficking head giggled once again, "Covering all the bases, I see. Very diplomatic of you. However, I have to agree with you, both of them are unhinged which might make the perfect match. What kind of a weakling proposes his admiration to a woman like Vex? That's not even all, he outright told her that he would be going for her sisters as well… She could've ruined his life if she took offense, but what was even funnier is that Devil already heavily suspected that we, or at least Black Fang were listening, yet he still said those extremely arrogant words. Something is clearly wrong with him."

Black Fang spoke up, "I don't know whatever you might mean, but as long as none of you decide to stupidly oppose my exclusive sponsorship of Devil, you can say whatever you want for all I care."

"My old friend, let this experienced lady leave you with an important piece of advice. You might be experienced in numerous fields of life, but we both know that you are a… ehem, let's just say that you're pure like freshly fallen snow in that particular one."

The slaver smiled amusedly when she saw that Black Fang had no clue what she was talking about, but she continued nonetheless, "Allow me to spell it out for you: this man is trouble. Very big trouble. He already had the galls to openly propose to all three of your disciples, and I'm sure he will also begin targeting you as soon as he lays his eyes on you. He likely won't propose to you on sight unless he is truly a suicidal dumbass, but trust me, he will begin planning ways to woo you immediately in his head."

"I'm not interested in things that don't make me stronger."

"Heh… That's what all the girls say until a real man unapologetically swoops into their lives and takes them off their feet, after which he pins them under his broad and muscular frame."

"You're reading too many useless romance books. I feel utterly disgusted. You should read about history and combat theory instead." Discover exclusive tales on empire

"Keep spouting nonsense for as long as you want, but I'm 99% sure that he hides a Legendary-tier sword from us." When she saw Black Fang's eyes light up in excitement she burst into laughter, "no, not a real weapon, I meant a big, girthy cock, dear."

Her features contorted in utmost disgust. "I see how it is. My senses told me that he was so much more than he let on, and your senses told you that he has a giant penis hiding under his clothes. This observation of mine says all that needed to be said about the difference between the two of us."

"Yeah, I'm a hopeless slut with as big of a body count as what you have under your belt, what of it?"

"Don't say it like that!" Black Fang hissed.

"Fuck! It's over… Massacre, I'll end you!" The intelligence head spat with fury. He never wanted to make a bet with 10k gold on the line in the first place, he only went alongside Black Fang's wager because he didn't want to lose face. Even the original 1,000 gold bet was an insane sum of money he would've struggled to cough up.