Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Feeding My Dog And My Samurai
As we approach the inn where Ayame and I have been staying, the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling town come into view. The inn, a modest yet cozy building, stands at the end of a cobblestone street. Its ordinary sight brings us a sense of mundaneness that we desperately need after the brutal events of the day.

Upon arrival at the inn, we are quickly embraced by the cozy and welcoming ambiance. The communal area is fragrant with savory stew and newly baked bread, while a lively fire crackles in the fireplace. When we enter, Martha, the friendly innkeeper’s wife, gazes up from the bar and greets us with a smile.

“Welcome back! I see you’ve brought a new friend.”

“Indeed.” It would be customary to introduce her, but since I’m planning to kill her owner and make her mine without paying the taxes owed to the king, I don’t think leaving such a trail behind would be a smart choice.

Martha catches on quickly. “Well, any friend of Quinlan and Ayame is welcome here. Make yourself at home, dear.”

Blossom nods shyly, her tail swishing behind her as she takes in the cozy surroundings.

We make our way to a table in the diner, and Martha, always attentive, brings over three steaming plates of stew, fresh bread, and mugs of fresh water. The hearty aroma fills the room, and I can see Blossom’s eyes light up at the sight of the food and then she begins visibly salivating. She is just too precious. Her stomach rumbles loudly, which I find to be extremely adorable, but Blossom seems to disagree, evidenced by her strong blushing and eyes that are looking down at her feet in embarrassment. I don’t think that beast-kin would care for stomach grumbling, so she likely picked up on some human norms during her captivity.

Seeing this, I can’t help but speak up to calm the girl down. “Don’t worry. Dig in.”

Blossom briefly hesitates before she eagerly starts eating, acting like she’s afraid her plate could be confiscated at any given moment. She devours the stew happily with her eyes gleaming from sheer joy due to the flavorful, savory flavor that’s entering her alluring body. She quickly makes the bread disappear by soaking up every remaining drop of broth, then gulps down her mug in one go.

Ayame and I eat at a more leisurely pace, sharing a knowing glance as we watch Blossom devour her meal. It’s clear that she hasn’t been properly fed in a long time, and seeing her enjoy the food so much brings a warm feeling to my chest.

When Blossom finishes her plate, she looks up at me with wide, puppy eyes, her expression is a conflict of both gratitude and begging for seconds. Her stomach grumbles again, punctuating her silent request.

I can’t help but laugh. “Martha, can we get another serving over here?”

The elderly woman who has been watching the scene with a smile, nods and hurries off to the kitchen. She returns shortly with another heaping plate of stew and more bread. Blossom’s eyes widen with joy, and she digs in once again, her tail wagging happily behind her.

The dog-girl then soon finishes her second serving just as eagerly as the first, her cheeks flushed with contentment. She leans back in her chair, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. “Thank you, Master Quinlan. This was the best meal I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t mention it,” I reply while ruffling her hair affectionately. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

I then continue; “now then. Me and Ayame will take a short rest to recuperate our energy before we begin acting out the plan. Can you stay with us longer or is it better if you return for now?”

Her expression stiffens and her smile disappears. “Blossom should go back… If master Ian thinks Blossom escaped and goes to the authorities we will all be in trouble. Blossom doesn’t want to cause any more difficulties for her saviors.”

“I see… Then, Blossom, do your best to bear with it. The multiple years-long nightmare will end in a few days.” I say, my voice as reassuring as I can muster.

She nods. “A few days… Blossom can do it easily!”

Both me and Ayame smile seeing her lifted spirits. We escort her to the inn’s entrance where we say our goodbyes. I go back to pay for the meal and then the two of us decide to visit a proper bathhouse instead of paying for the inn’s water bucket and rag service.

The bathhouse is an opulent structure with a magnificent entrance crafted from shiny wood and intricate carvings showing peaceful nature scenes. Indoors, the atmosphere is made up of the relaxing noise of running water and the calming fragrance of lavender.

The main attraction is a large, central bathing pool surrounded by smaller individual tubs. The water is kept clean and warm by an artifact- a shimmering crystal embedded in the floor, pulsing with a gentle blue light. This artifact purifies the water, ensuring it remains clear and at a perfect temperature.

Despite my best efforts to convince Ayame to join me in the mixed-gender bath, she remains steadfast in her refusal. Her cheeks flush with a hint of embarrassment, and she gives me a stern look once she sees that curious onlookers are watching the scene of me begging my slave on my knees to bathe with me with great amazement.

“Quinlan…!!! Stop it!” she hisses, crossing her arms in front of her delicate chest, signifying her undying resolve to not give in.

When I see that even my lost puppy eyes have no effect on this heartless harpy I finally give in and stand up, then I begin dusting off my knees.

After I get scolded for a few more minutes we part ways, Ayame heading to the women’s section while I make my way to the mixed-gender bath. Naturally, I’m not going to go to the men-only bath.