Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

Chapter 6: Tea Slave (18+)

"Come with me," the madame said, adjusting her panties to catch some of his cum that was dripping out of her vagina. "Ugh, I'm really going to get pregnant again, aren't I. And I'm not even married this time!"

Devon placed his hand on her butt while walking behind her, squeezing her ass to his heart's desire. "But it felt really good, so it's okay. I'll come visit you again some time."

Madame Elisa laughed, her beauty mark bouncing as her voluptuous body shook with her laughter. "Ohohoho, I might have to take up your offer. But we should go somewhere more private next time, maybe my room."

She began walking upstairs, as Devon followed right beside her. He felt extremely satisfied for the moment after emptying his balls into a mature woman that was a complete stranger. Maybe there was meaning to be found in life through hedonism, he thought to himself.

"Madame," a green eyed human girl with her hair tied back in a bun bowed respectfully as madame Elisa walked past her.

Another beast girl wearing short shorts and a crop top did the same thing, her floppy ears dancing on her head, when the madame walked by. Devon eyed the two girls lustfully, as they were young and skimpily dressed in a way that made a man want to ravish them immediately. The fashion in this world resembled that on Earth, with some noticeable foreign concepts such as young and pliable tree twigs instead of fabric to tie together the beast girl's crop top.

The madame led him into a private office, unlocking the door with a large key that she kept around her neck. She stepped in and motioned for Devon to follow her.

"Come in, make yourself at home."

Devon stepped into the heavily perfumed office, and was caught off guard by a collared human girl sitting on her knees submissively in the corner of the room. With short black hair styled like a pop star, Devon at first thought that she was cosplaying as an anime slave girl, before he remembered that this was his new reality.

"Lillia, fetch us some tea please."

"Yes, master," the slender and young short haired girl said softly, walking over to the cupboard and table to retrieve a teapot and two teacups with saucers. Her chest was flatter than the madame's, possibly a B cup.

She walked over and gracefully placed the teacups onto the large desk they were sitting at, then bowed. In contrast to her graceful and classy conduct, her attire was distractingly sexual. She was dressed in a skimpy latex bodysuit that only had a two centimeter strand of fabric covering her nipples and pussy. Her plump pussy lips hung out from the fabric, although the pretty pink of her pussy were snugly hidden under the thin layer of latex.

The madame noticed him running his eyes up and down her slave, and chuckled. "Ohohoho, do you like my little Lillia? Do you want to fuck her? Maybe I'll let you do that if you complete this job well~"

"Hiiii" the slave girl exclaimed, inhaling in surprise at the madame's comments. Her face turned several shades of blush darker, but she bit her lip as her bottom lip trembled.

"I kinda want to just fuck her now" Devon replied in a well mannered, soft spoken voice.

The slave girl squirmed, her legs squeezed together where she stood as she peeked over the coffee tray she was holding defensively.

"You're going to scare the poor girl," the madame replied, licking her lips. "Lillia has been my personal servant since I bought her years ago, so she doesn't have much experience with matters other than housework."

Devon grabbed the slave girl's hand, and pulled her towards him. Lillia yelped, but he held her waist and sat her on his lap, his hands running up and down her body as he hugged and caressed her from behind.

"You don't mind if I play with her a bit as we talk, do you?" Devon said to the flabbergasted madame. In his previous life, his soft spoken self wouldn't even dream of doing something as crazy as this, but he just didn't care anymore. He would do what he wanted to when he wanted, if the gods wanted to spite him with life like this.

"O-of course you can, just be gentle with her, alright?" the madame replied with a tinge of lust in her voice as she watched him slowly gyrate his hips against the slave girl against her will, as she quivered nervously and her slave collar jingled.

"So what's the job you wanted to tell me about?" Devon said without a hint of emotion showing that he was in the process of caressing and groping the moaning cute short haired slave girl, pulling at her latex and even running his fingers down her pussy, and then sticking one finger in just a little bit. The short haired slave girl let out a heated breath and moan as the finger entered and exited her, then was rubbing her in a circular motion.