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Chapter 103: A Pair of Foxes || Harem in a Labyrinth
🕑 Added 2025-03-17 14:32:07 +0000 UTC‘Do you know anything about the Deerkins?’ I ask Anastasia curiously through our Party link.
‘Not much, Master. They are rarely seen here in the capital. I do know they live somewhere in the northern and northeastern parts of the Empire because merchants from those regions sometimes bring their antlers to auctions. They sell for quite a high price, especially if they are polished,’ she replies enthusiastically.
‘Deerkin antlers… are they valuable?’ I ask, glancing at Viviana’s brown antlers. Even without them, she was already quite tall—just a bit shorter than me—but with them, she appeared even taller, though still nowhere near Vesta’s height.
‘The wealthy, including many nobles, use them as wall decorations, so there’s definitely a high demand,’ Anastasia adds positively.
‘Are they hunted for them, or do the antlers drop off naturally?’ I ask curiously. If I remember correctly, reindeers back on Earth shed their antlers regularly, which were often repurposed for furniture and even cutlery.
‘Hmm, I have heard that the Deerkin Tribe sells them themselves, so they must shed naturally,’ she replies.
‘Anything else? Do you know about their race’s specific Job?’ I ask. Technically, the Deerkins should have a unique racial job, but since Viviana is a Warrior, I am not sure what it might be.
‘No, Master. I don’t have much knowledge about them. Though I do know that the Deerkin Tribe is quite close to the Elves—they get along very well,’ she clarifies.
Hmm… must be because both races prefer forested environments? Or maybe it’s just due to their geographical proximity, as Elves are also more prominent up north.
“For Deerkins in particular, you must never forcefully remove their antlers. Once they reach a sufficient length, they will naturally fall off. When that happens with Viviana, the antlers will also belong to the Customer, and then the Customer can choose to sell them or keep them,” the old man explains, likely having noticed me gazing at them.
“For females, they generally shed in the spring, about once a year. However, if you want to accelerate the process, a healthy diet—especially one that includes milk—helps. Most people have them drink milk once or twice a week,” he adds.
I nod in appreciation of his explanation.
“So, were you training to be a Knight?” I ask Viviana curiously. Despite her not-so-young age, her Warrior level is still quite low. Is she simply not that talented?
“I have only recently started training as a Warrior in the labyrinths. But if my future Master wishes, I will strive to become an honorable Knight one day,” she replies in a serene voice, placing a hand over her chest and bowing slightly with her eyes closed.
Her voice is soothing, and combined with her elegant movements, it’s simply mesmerizing to watch her.
The old man steps closer, lowering his voice so that only I can hear. “Customer, I can inform you that Viviana is the illegitimate child of a Noble family of Knights,” he whispers. “If you spend some time training her, she will surely be able to gain the Knight Job sooner or later—it’s in her blood.” He speaks with confidence.
“A Knight, huh?” I mutter. That makes sense. Anyone wanting to become a Knight must first meet the requirement of reaching Level 30 as a Warrior.
Her low level might have less to do with talent and more with her status as an illegitimate child.
“And although Viviana is a 22-year-old grown woman, she is still a virgin,” the old man adds in an even lower whisper, as if revealing some great secret. “She has also agreed to be a Sex Slave. Customer, you would be the first to claim such a beautiful noble-born lady. And in the future, she could serve as both your loyal Knight and your bed warmer.” He smirks. “Deerkins also retain their youthful appearance for a longer time, and you won’t even have to worry about her getting pregnant.”
The word virgin echoed in my mind, standing out far more than anything else he had said.
At 22 years old, an illegitimate noblewoman like her should have already lost her purity. In this world, noble girls are usually married off by the age of 16. The likelihood of her remaining untouched seemed slim—yet here she was, completely pure.
It felt as if the gods themselves were telling me to claim that purity!
“It’s a golden opportunity, Customer. Don’t let it slip away,” the old man says with a knowing smile before stepping back.
I give him a polite nod, keeping my expression unreadable. “We will be taking our leave now,” I say before glancing at Viviana.
She smiles gently and bows once more. “Thank you,” she says in a soft voice.
Haaa… Just looking at her feels like watching a painting come to life.
With difficulty, I tear my gaze away, ignoring the Slave Merchant’s bow as I step out of the room.
“So, what do you think about her?” I ask Anastasia as we walk toward the next room, avoiding the other people in the corridor.
“Hmm… She is quite a good choice, Master. She looked very poised. In fact, I have seen many famous noble female Knights, and she gave me a similar impression. She must have trained in a noble household for sure,” Anastasia says, looking down and rubbing her chin in thought.
“Well, you might not be wrong,” I reply, sharing what the Slave Merchant had told me.
“Another illegitimate child?” She raises an eyebrow before nodding. “Well, that does explain her flawless mannerisms.”
Instead of focusing on her noble origins, my concern is more about her origins from back home. It is one thing if some fictional world I know doesn’t end up mixing with this one—but it’s another thing entirely to be entirely unaware of what the other fictional world itself is! which might already have been mixed into it.
For all I know, Viviana’s world might have already been part of this one, and I just can’t recognize it because I don’t remember which fictional story she is from.
That just makes it even more imperative for me to get her. If some major threat from her story emerges, she might be the key to overcoming it. Of course, it could also backfire—but it’s better to have her than not. As I might eventually remember where she is from if she stays with me.
“So, are you considering her, Master?” Anastasia asks curiously. Then, with an innocent smile, she adds, “Deerkin horns are quite a luxury item if properly processed.”
“Yes, I am quite interested in her,” I say, rolling my eyes at her ever-money-focused mind.
“One more person to choose from, then,” she mutters with a nod.
The next two rooms we visit contain male warriors, making it easy for me to skip through them quickly. As we near the end of the corridor, I keep a watchful eye on Anastasia, noticing the shadow on her face.
“Just two more rooms left,” I tell her, trying to sound encouraging.
“Yes, Master… It’s good that we will have checked all the rooms before the auction starts,” she mutters, forcing a smile.
I know why the purple-haired beauty looks so glum. Her main reason for accompanying me today was to find the servants who once served her, but even after visiting every room so far, she hasn’t found a single one of them.
I want to tell her that maybe we will find them in the next room, but I don’t want to give her false hope. Even I am not that confident anymore. They might have already been sold off privately and never even brought to the Big Auction.
With complicated feelings and a soft sigh, I step into the next room.
“Ah!” Anastasia lets out a pleasantly surprised sound as soon as we step into the room.
Inside, there are three people—a Level 27 Slave Merchant standing near the center and two females seated beside him on wooden chairs. Both have blonde hair, one a mature woman and the other a young girl. One big, one small, yet they look strikingly similar.
The moment we enter, both of them stand up abruptly. Their eyes widen as they lock onto Anastasia.
“Ma—” The younger one instinctively steps forward, about to call out, but the taller woman quickly grabs her hand, stopping her.
“Welcome, customer. Please, come in,” the Slave Merchant greets with a polite smile, completely oblivious to what had just transpired behind him.
“Welcome,” the older woman bows respectfully, and the younger one hurriedly follows, though her movements are flustered.
[Yasaka <Female * Age 29>
Villager Level 22]
[Kunou <Female * Age 15>
Villager Level 3]
Both lower their heads after introducing themselves. I return their greeting politely while Anastasia stands behind me, watching them with a small, relieved smile.
Even my eyes had widened when I saw them—especially after reading their names. By her earlier response, I can tell they are the servants Anastasia has been searching for, which must bring her some happiness. But for me? Their existence here only deepens my confusion and is even making me panic.
“Customer, my establishment is displaying these two ladies today,” the Slave Merchant explains, gesturing toward them. “Both are beautiful females of the Foxkin tribe.”
He either doesn’t know who Anastasia is or is doing an excellent job hiding it.
“I am Yasaka of the Foxkin Tribe,” the older woman introduces herself in a calm, composed tone, offering a short bow. Her serene golden eyes meet mine.
“I-I am Kunou of the Foxkin Tribe,” the younger one follows, her voice shy. She bows as well but keeps stealing nervous glances at Anastasia.
Yes, both of them are Fox girls.
Kunou, the shorter of the two, is really short—almost the same height as Sherry, nearly comparable to Nyx. Her golden blonde hair is tied into a high ponytail, and atop her head, two golden fox ears twitch slightly.
Her fair-skinned face is adorable, and combined with her bright golden-yellow eyes, she looks irresistibly cute. Her entire frame is petite, and her white tunic barely hints at any curves.
But the most captivating feature? The golden yellow fox tail swaying gently behind her. It looks incredibly soft and fluffy, making her appear even more endearing.
In complete contrast to Kunou, Yasaka looked like temptation incarnate—taller, fuller, and exuding an overwhelming mature charm.
And I mean she was Bigger than Kunou in every possible way. Her white tunic struggled to contain a deep, inviting fair valley, practically daring me to get lost in it. Just looking at them I knew that her breasts could easily rival Roxanne’s and Lillia’s, their sheer size and fullness undeniable. The way they jiggled when she bowed was nothing short of hypnotic, making them seem as soft and bouncy as pudding.
If I hadn’t already been baptized by an hour of nonstop exposure to gorgeous women, and their jiggling breasts, I would probably be drooling right now.
Like Kunou, Yasaka's hair is a golden yellow, though much longer, cascading down her back in a loose ponytail. Her fox ears, in contrast, are larger, standing tall and sharp, adding to her regal beauty. Even her fox tail is bigger—thicker, bushier, and commanding attention.
The most captivating feature aside from her cleavage? Those mesmerizing golden-yellow eyes—calm, serene, and breathtakingly beautiful.
From the moment I have read their names, I have been in stunned disbelief. As they look exactly like the two characters from High School DxD— both sharing the same name and being a Fox Youkai in that story, with Yasaka being Kunou’s mother.
Could that be the case here too? No way… right?
“They are both quite skilled in household work,” the Slave Merchant adds with a smile. Then, he steps a little closer, his grin turning lecherous. “And if you were wondering—yes, they are a pair of Mother and Daughter. They are being auctioned together.” His smirk deepens as he leans in slightly. “Just imagine it, customer. Enjoying both of them together in the same bed. And with them being Foxkin, well… you will be able to have a fun experience for sure!”
Fuck.
This bastard is offering me the forbidden Oyakodon combo—who in their right mind could resist that?!
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Comments
Carlos
I’m sorry to say this but it has gotten a little repetitive and boring, I hope we soon get something to liven it up a bit.
Orvious
Thanks for the chapters. Hope what happens with the issue of too many slaves at the auction is handled good.
Vanthebeard
Just a reminder,but Kunou is an elementary school in DXD. So her development could be comparable to yasaka
Vanthebeard
I feel like Anastasia's subordinates have been completely forgotten. Guess I should have actually read this chapter before commenting
