Chapter 130: Chapter : 130 : Thankyou!

Both the slave girls bowed low, heads nearly scraping the floor. Nipples pressed against her floor. “Thank you, Savior. We’re forever yours,” The older one said.

Aiden rubbed the back of his head. “It’s alright. I’m just glad you’re both safe now.”

Tears streamed down their faces. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

The other girls smiled quietly.

Leona, snuggled in Lysandra’s arms, said softly, “They look so happy now.” She smiled herself.

Lysandra hugged her tighter, pressing her cheek gently against Leona’s.

The merchant stood nearby, rubbing his hands together with a sly grin.

“Sir… if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk about the other girl,” He said, smirking.

Aiden sighed. “How much for two dead-bed slaves?”

“100 gold coins,” The merchant replied.

“Then check the pouch I gave,” Aiden said, grinning.

The man opened it and counted. His eyes widened. “1000 gold coins?”

“Take 100 from this, keep the rest on tab. I’ll come again and don’t want to haggle every time,” Aiden said.

“Yes, sir!” The merchant said, smiling at him.

Aiden turned to the girls. The younger sister hugged her sibling tightly, afraid.

“Get up. Nothing to worry about,” he said.

They obeyed, hesitantly rising to their feet.

The older girl whispered, “I… I can’t believe it. We’re alive.”

Aiden shrugged. “Believe it. You survived because you fought. That’s all that matters.”

The younger twin peeked up at him. “He… he’s different.”

“Yeah,” Aiden said flatly. “Different means someone actually gives a damn. That’s your new life. Stick with it.”

Selvara muttered, “Finally. Someone giving them a chance.”

Venya nodded, a faint smile on her lips. “My Lord… My Lord saved them.”

Thristle just shook his head. “Damn… that was intense.”

Aiden turned back to the merchant. “Do the ownership transfer. Now.”

The merchant’s hands trembled slightly, excitement and fear mixing. “Yes… sir!”

He pulled out the red stamp, intricate, swirling patterns carved deep into the surface. It glinted faintly, magical energy humming along the edges.

“Step one,” The merchant said, holding it up, “is the master’s mark.” He stepped close to Aiden and pressed the stamp against the side of his neck.

A sharp, warm pressure spread, then faded, leaving a vivid red pattern etched into Aiden’s skin. Lines, swirls, and tiny sigils—impossible to describe in words, all of it glowing faintly like it belonged to no mortal craft.

“There,” The merchant muttered, wiping the stamp. “Master’s crest—done.”

Aiden glanced down at the twin girls. They flinched, still weak, eyes wide.

“Step two,” The merchant said, walking toward the twins. “The slave marks.”

He took the stamp, red ink glistening, and placed it carefully between the older sister’s breasts, right on the cleavage. She gasped, instinctively leaning back, but Aiden’s hand steadied her shoulder.

“Relax. It won’t hurt,” He murmured.

The mark pressed into her skin with a soft thrum. The red intricate design spread, glowing briefly, then settling as a permanent seal.

“Done,” the merchant said, moving to the younger sister. Aiden guided her gently, fingers on her chin to keep her looking forward. The stamp pressed against her chest in the same spot— between her breasts. Her eyes squeezed shut, but the thrum was soft, almost comforting, like a heartbeat in magic form.

The merchant leaned back, brushing his hands together. “Ownership… successfully transferred. All linked to the master.”

Aiden looked at the twins. The glow from their crests faded to a faint, steady red. It pulsed slightly as if acknowledging their new bond.

“You’re mine now,” Aiden said flatly, voice calm but edged with authority.

“Yes, sir!” The merchant said quickly, scrambling.

The twins clung to each other, still weak, but their eyes brightened slightly, hope returning.

The older sister looked at him. “Will… we… be safe now?”

Aiden shrugged. “Safe is relative. But under me? You won’t die if you keep following the rules. Simple.”

The younger one whispered, “I… I want to stay with him.”

“Good,” Aiden said. “Then stay. Don’t wander. Don’t fall back into that pit. Got it?”

“Yes!” they said together.

Aiden turned back to the group.

The girls watched quietly, feeling a strange mix of relief and awe.

Leona leaned against Lysandra. “Daddy is the best.”

“Yeah,” Lysandra said softly. “And he means what he says.”

Venya glanced at Aiden. “My Lord… My Lord’s harsh, but right. They needed someone like that.”

Aiden looked towards the twins again. “Look, you survived hell. Don’t forget it. Use that to be strong. You’ll have to be. I’ll make sure of it.”

The older sister nodded fiercely, tears still on her cheeks. “We… we will. We swear!”

The younger one managed a small nod. “Yes…”

Aiden finally stood. “Good. Now let’s get out of here before that slime tries anything funny.”

The group turned to leave, the two sisters trailing closely behind, still shaky but alive.

The merchant waved nervously. “S-sir… thank you, I—”

Aiden didn’t respond.

Selvara muttered, nudging the twins. “You two need clothes. You can’t keep walking around like… like that.”

Aiden smirked, flicking his fingers lazily. “Already arranged.”

A flash of red light and the older sister gasped. A red off-shoulder robe appeared over her body, flower patterns woven across the fabric. The design left a massive amount of cleavage exposed, hugging her form tightly.

At the same time, a purple off-shoulder robe with floral prints materialized on the younger sister. It draped over her shoulders, accentuating her curves, showing her massive boobs proudly.

The older twin’s eyes went wide, hands lifting slightly as she stared at her reflection in the nearest polished surface. “W-What…? This… this is—”

The younger twin smirked confidently, adjusting the purple robe. “Ha. Not bad, huh? Guess we don’t have to die from embarrassment anymore.”

Aiden’s voice cut through. “Enough gawking. Move.”

The twins scrambled, shuffling to keep up with him as the group left the cell. Selvara and Venya flanked them, just in case.

Down the corridor, a sudden grip latched onto Aiden’s leg from inside a cell. He paused, raising an eyebrow.

“Benefactor… please… buy me. Don’t leave me here.” A voice squeaked desperately.

Looking down, Aiden saw an ant girl on her belly, crawling toward him. Green eyes with red pupils, long hair, colored like ant skin with twin antennae twitching, wings fluttering behind her. Her body was covered in black ant-like scales, except for her huge, bare breasts, nipples pressed againat the floor. She stared up, panic and hunger in her eyes.

Aiden turned to the merchant. “You gonna sell this one too?”

The merchant licked his lips nervously. “Y-yes.”

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They were in a bar. The board outside said, ’50% discount if you have demon slave.’

The bar had every kind of customer you could imagine. Brute men crowded around one table, arms locked as they downed mug after mug of beer, roaring with laughter.

A few quiet types sat alone in corners, eating in silence like they were trying to forget something.

Near the back, a group of adventurers lounged together, fresh from a job. Their armor was still dusted with dirt, blades stacked against the wall as they bragged about how they “totally didn’t almost die” this time.

At one table, a married couple was sharing the same plate, laughing as they fed each other bites of stew. The woman kept swatting her husband’s hand away whenever he tried to sneak a kiss.

Another pair looked like they were on a first date—nervous smiles, fingers brushing over mugs, both pretending not to notice how red their cheeks were getting.

A trio of girls sat by the window, talking about tomorrow’s journey to the next town, arguing over who got to buy new boots first.

At the counter, a man was proposing to his girlfriend—not on one knee, no ring, just a promise over cheap ale and tears that looked real enough. The bartender pretended not to stare but grinned all the same.

And by Aiden’s table, two figures in heavy black cloaks sat quietly. They said nothing, didn’t drink, didn’t move much. Their faces were hidden, their presence heavy, like they were listening to everything but judging nothing.

The ant girl was seated on a chair, eating like an animal who hadn’t been fed for years. Every bite was messy, desperate, the kind of hunger that made her look almost feral.

Now she had a proper tunic and shorts on.

Both the twins were eating like they hadn’t eaten in years either. They didn’t even care who was watching. Their hands shook, eyes wet, voices choking every few bites.

All three of them were crying as they ate. Not the soft kind of crying. The ugly, messy kind. But no one laughed. No one mocked.

Leona watched them, holding a spoon twice her size, whispering, “They’re crying while eating…”

Lysandra brushed her hair gently. “Because it’s the first time they felt full, sweetheart.”

Ivy hugged Fluffynugget tighter to her chest, smiling toward them. “It’s like I am seeing myself from back then.” She muttered.

“Better than anything that bastard gave,” The older twin croaked through a mouthful, chewing hard just to stop her jaw from trembling.

“Yeah,” The younger twin muttered, her voice breaking. “He gave pain. This… this is…”

She didn’t finish. She didn’t have to.

Aiden just sat back, sipping his mug of juice, not saying a word. The others filled the silence instead.

Selvara grinned. “Calm down. The food’s not gonna run away.”

“Let them be,” Venya said softly. “They need this.”

Aiden just watched. The ant girl looked up once, her face covered in crumbs, stew running down her chin. “T-Thank you…”

“Eat,” Aiden said, flat tone. “Thank me later.”

She nodded fast and went right back down.

Thristle giggled. “I’m happy ’cause I just got new toys to tease.”

Serica leaned back, smirking. “You bet…”

Nyxion muttered, “Mmm…” with a lazy half-smile.

Seraphina hummed, chin in her hand. “I’m especially excited.”

The three slaves froze instantly, all of them clutching their plates like shields, staring at the women with terror. The twins hugged themselves.

Leona burst out laughing.”Mummy said don’t be mean!”

Varra chuckled. “Don’t tease them.”

Arisha crossed her arms. “Yeah, don’t.”

Nivara looked dead serious. “Princess, stop it.”

Seraphina stuck her tongue out. “You’re no fun.”

Vegia rolled her eyes. “Why am I even here?”

Zerra chuckled from beside her. “Because you can’t stay away from him.”

Vegia’s face went red. “…Shut up.”

“Cute,” Zerra teased, leaning in closer.

Aiden ignored them all. “You three got any names?”

The twins exchanged glances. “No…”both muttered together, then looked at the ant girl.

She shook her head too. “No…”

Lysandra smiled at them. “Lucky for you three. Our husband is great at naming.”

Venya giggled, hugging Aiden’s arm tight agaimst her boobs. “Yeah! My lord named Venya, Nyxion, Luna, Ivy, Leona!” She bragged like a proud kid.

The ant girl’s antennae twitched. “He named humans?”

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END OF Chapter : 130 : THANKYOU!

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