Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Good Girls Only Deserve The Best
Ah. I’ve made a mistake. How could I not think that she would react like this? It was so obvious.

“Blossom.” I say, which stirs Ayame too, who similarly seems to have missed this small detail. Hearing me call the dog-kin’s name Ayame turns her head and grimaces upon coming to the same realization I did.

Blossom sits up and listens to me obediently and intently.

“I know the bed might be small for three people, but please do come up. There’s enough space for all of us.”

She looks at me with uncertainty. I’m a bit hurt that she is still so cautious, but I completely understand what she thinks.

“Don’t worry, Blossom. I will sleep between you and him so you can go to rest with peace of mind.”

Blossom turns her head to Ayame, whom she scrutinizes for a few seconds before refocusing on me, her eyes filled with worry. “Is it really okay for Blossom to…?”

I open my arms wide. “Good girls only deserve the best. You are a good girl, aren’t you, Blossom? Come!” I don’t wish to play this tic-tac-toe game any longer, so I instruct her this time. Yeah, I might’ve spoken to her like she is a dog, but I can’t help myself when she resembles their attitude this much.

Her expression brightens like the morning sun. “Blossom is a good girl!” She shouts and then energetically leaps right into my arms and begins enthusiastically licking my face all over.

I glance at my cheeky little samurai and grin widely when I see an absolutely bewildered expression on her delicate features. I can easily tell that she never dealt with dogs in her entire life before. She thought that Blossom was reluctant because she was worried I would molest her like Ayame was in the beginning, but Blossom’s concern stemmed from the fact that she was treated like a filthy mutt for the last few years, and possibly even her entire life, thus she didn’t feel worthy enough to sleep in her master’s bed.

Now that I’ve dispelled that misguided thought thoroughly, she has no trouble getting physical with me at all. In fact, she is outright showering me with nigh unlimited affection.

Her tongue is warm and eager, darting out to lap at my cheeks and chin with the fervor of a puppy reunited with its long lost owner. She hugs me tightly, her arms wrapping around my neck with surprising strength, as if she fears I might disappear if she lets go. Her tail wags furiously, brushing against my legs with every joyful swish.

Blossom’s licks are relentless, covering every inch of my face in a mix of slobber and love. She nuzzles into my neck, her breath tickling my skin as she continues to shower me with affection. Her ears twitch with excitement, brushing against my hair, and her soft, fluffy tail swishes back and forth, reflecting her overwhelming happiness.

I can’t help but laugh at the intensity of her affection, embracing her fully with open arms. Her joy is infectious, and I find myself welcoming every lick and nuzzle, understanding that this is her way of expressing years of repressed emotions.

“Blossom, you’re incredible,” I say, my voice warm and welcoming. I hold her tight, feeling her happiness radiate through her touch. Her exuberance is overwhelming but in the best way possible, and I wouldn’t dare dream of stopping her.

Blossom finally pauses, pulling back just enough to look at me with wide, sparkling eyes. “Blossom loves Master!” she declares, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated joy.

“And I love Blossom. Welcome to your new family.” I say, hugging her tighter, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. I can sense the years of repressed emotions pouring out of her, and it would be cruel to stop her when she’s finally let go of pretenses and allowed to be herself for the first time.

Ayame finally speaks up, her voice laced with amusement. “Looks like we’ve got a very affectionate new member. Come on, Blossom, let’s get some sleep.”

Blossom doesn’t listen as she remains on top of me, her hug barely lessening, her tail wagging continuously as she looks into my eyes with pure adoration. Her eyes are fixed on mine, filled with a mix of joy, endearment and gratitude, she is so intense that I get the distinct feeling that she’s afraid to look away and find this moment was just a dream.

I can feel her warmth, her breath, and the soft beat of her heart against my naked chest. Yes, I only sleep in my boxers. I would prefer to actually sleep buck naked but I’ve been considerate towards Ayame and wore a pair like the gentleman I am. She watches me intently, and while I’m a bit uncomfortable with being watched while resting, if this is what she wants and needs right now, I’m not going to object.

Ayame, already settled on the other side of the bed, glances over and shakes her head with a smile. “You’ve got your hands full, Master,” she says jokingly, though I can see a hint of pain hidden there. She’s probably slightly hurt that Blossom is so enamored with me already while she is still a bit reserved towards Ayame.

I nod, my eyes growing heavy. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t want to have it any other way,” I murmur, feeling the weight of sleep pulling me under.

Blossom’s tail continues to wag, a gentle rhythm that lulls me further into slumber. As I drift off, her watchful gaze remains steady, a guardian of her newfound peace. And though I’m not entirely comfortable being watched while I sleep, I understand that this moment is important for her thus I bear with the slight discomfort. She needs this connection, this affirmation that she’s truly safe and cherished amongst us.

With a final deep breath, I let go of my worries and allow sleep to take over, basking in the warmth and love that Blossom envelops me with.