Plantation Life In Sweetbush Valley (M/f+)

(All characters are 18+. All Creatures pass The Harkness test. AniMONs are NOT AniMALS.)
(This chapter has been heavily added to.)

When I woke up I felt the sun on my face and breathed in a lungful of fresh air as I heard the sound of roosters greeting the dawn. I felt something odd going on around my cock. I looked under my sheets to see a young lady sucking on my cock like it was a lollipop. When she noticed me noticing her, the girl slithered out from under my sheets. It was only as she slid through the tiny door in the floor that I realized that the woman who was giving me my first blow job had a snake tail instead of legs.

I sat up in what was without question the largest bed I had ever seen to find myself in a room with hardwood walls to either side of me and a full wall of glass to give me a clear view of the arch rising into the heavens. I was so shocked by the view of the alien horizon that I almost did not notice the pair of naked demi-humans standing on either side of my bed.

You would not think that they were monsters at first glance. Most demi-human, or Adjinn to use the proper term, would not look out of place in a crowd of cosplayers. It is only when your study them closely on both the physical and metaphysical level that you really notice the differences between a human being and those creatures which are slightly more magic than matter. These two looked to be the same age as my daughters, though since most monsters age slower than humans after reaching their maturity, that is not saying much. To my left stood was a raven haired cat girl, to my right a redhead fox girl. The pair were fanning me in perfect synchronicity. I thought that they were ignoring me. I would only learn some time later that all of my room attendants had been trained to only speak when spoken to.

"Good morning, My Master. I trust you slept well. May I be the first to welcome you to Sweetbush Manor." Said a man in a suit who I thought at first glance looked like a werewolf caught in mid-transformation. Behind him trailed the dozen or so men and women who made up the senior staff of my estate. "I am your butler, called Gibbons if it pleases you." The wolfman gestured to a severe looking woman with tawny cat ears and matching tail. "This is the head house maid."

The butler went on to list a half dozen more functionaries with titles like "game warden" "intelligence officer" "majordomo" "stable mistress" "kennel master" "superintendent" "chief grounds keeper" and other designation one would expect from what must have been a giant estate before Gibbons gestured to a minotaur of indeterminate gender and introduced them as my "Chief **** driver." Gibbons non-nonchalantly moved on, gesturing at an elf woman with an ethereal quality to her. "This is your primary concubine."

"Hold on." I said. "What is this about a chief **** driver? How many **** drivers do I have that I need a chief **** driver? How many slaves do I have that I need multiple people to drive them?" I hopped out of my bed and walked over towards the balcony. I ignored the fact that I was naked. Too focused on seeing this place for myself.

As far as the eye could see was land under cultivation. Endless rows of trees, bushes, row crops, and pasture where produce was being grown and livestock was being raised. All under the skillful hand of countless bodies. Innumerable men and women laboring under the hot sun. Most of those bodies were green. Tall athletic, shapely female bodies that belonged to body building super models toiled in the fields completely naked. Their green skin exposed for all to see. They were the majority, but they were not alone. Demi-humans and countless other varieties of creatures were busy at work. While ones attention is drawn to the creatures in anthropomorphic forms, countless other domesticated monsters were hard at work in their natural forms.

"At last count. Sweetbush Manor has 8,681 collared humans, 1631 ELFs, 18,250 demi-humans, 26,471 stabled alicorns and other riding beasts, 41,293 milktaurs, 73,193 various greenskins organized into six legions, and 38,684 varying animon of varying all bound to you as their Master under The **** Codes." Said Gibbons. As I tried to do the math in my head, the number <208,203 slaves> popped up in my HUD.
"Naturally, this does not include the residence of Sweetbush Valley who owe you varying levels of vassalage, or anyone at sale for their retail value in the town market, or any slaves serving in your other properties, or the countless creatures stores in your collection of containment cards." The butler continued.

"What is this about containment cards?" I asked aloud.
Before Gibbon's could launch into an explanation, instinct and my System link opened up the containment card folder in my inventory where the ogre-**** card was there, floating in the ether where to touch it all I had to do with think about pulling the object out of my storage dimension and will for it to happen.

You look at the card. The back side was a simple, nondescript design which was identical to every other containment card. The front side showed a naked woman with greenish gold skin and bluish-purple hair. Depending on what angle you looked at the image, she was either covered in shimmering tattoos or devoid of any markings.

"The fruits of your first hunt in the Skaaldreik Forest I see. May I?" The butler asked, gesturing to take the card from my hand. I shrugged and handed him what looked like a simple piece of collectible cardboard.

Gibbons have a shrill whistle to someone below the balcony. A squirrel man looked up at the butler from his work on some topiaries and caught the card. <Someone (Your **** gardener. Ivy Squirrel Adjinn **** boy Lvl 12) is trying to unlock your animon (ogre ****). Do you want to allow this? Yes? No?> I used my mind to click yes.

The card disappeared into a pixels which formed into the woman from the picture. The greenskin was almost seven feet tall. Her body seemed to glisten in the sun which accentuated the tone of her muscles. "Its you!" She said looking angry at first before glowing runes appeared around her neck, wrists, ankles, and belly. After a moment of what looked like severe discomfort but no physical pain, the greenskin woman took a deep breath. "I guess I should say thank you. Master." she said with a sarcastic snear. A burly looking anthropomorphic snow leopard was about to smash her with a club when I raised my hand about to tell him to stop, but the **** marked as <frost leopard **** lvl 18> jerked back as if someone had yanked on an invisible leash.

"Thank me?" I asked, suddenly conscious of the fact that I was naked, aroused, and being looked at by a gorgeous woman. I looked around for someone to ask for some clothes only for the elf woman introduced to my as my primary concubine was standing there with platinum blonde hair and a silk robe she eagerly slipped around my body. "I killed you." I said. "Or at least, I was trying to kill you."

"Oh you killed me." The ogre said. "Beat me, broke me, and stripped me of all that I was. I was nothing but a fading ember about to be snuffed out when I heard The Offer. A new life with a new soul. Just the small hitch that the soul comes with The **** Codes hardwired in." The ogre woman said, despite her indignant tone, her blushing cheeks were all the more pronounced by her greenish gold skin. "At least I my owner is not ugly." She said.

"Alright, that is enough lip from you, verda." The **** driver said as he struck the woman with the enchanted crop. "Master, by your leave, I will have this greenskin taken to the training cohort. They will find out if this **** is worthy of belonging in your legions." My groundskeeper suggested.

"Do keep a close eye on her." I said. "She is my first after all, I ought to check in on her progress."
"Very good, Master. 73,193 greenskins." said Gibbon.

"How big is this place?" I asked.
"By "This place" do you mean the house, the manor grounds, the wider estate, or the fiefdom which include the entire valley, the port city, and the pass that connects them." answered Gibbons.
Before I could ask another question, the map in my HUD opened up to show me where I was standing with the ability to zoom in and out of a map of all of the places Gibbons had just mentioned.

***

Sugarbush Valley is a forty three mile long and eight mile wide gap in the Pyrofrieze mountain chain that marks the border between the Kingdom of Bourvoila and the Tangmingo Zhaltanate. The valley being the easiest route between the two warring states, the two armies fought endlessly for control of this fertile stretch of land. Their constant battles and magics of mass disruption had wreaked havoc on the environment and decimated the local economy and population.
The Sage had heard that it was a good spot for growing manaberries, tengri rice, heavenly peaches, cure-all herbs, aura yams, apple ents, cosmic hemp, and countless other crops that required soil rich with magic. The Old Man found both the Bourvoilan king and the Zhaltan of Tangmingo to be arrogant and rude in their demands for abasement and tribute. Rather than give either of his neighboring monarchs what they wanted. The Sage crushed each of their armies under a mountain. After that, the Old Man rearranged a few more mountains before he told the two men what the deal was. The valley, the harbor, and the new pass that connected them were to become neutral territory, no one's army uses the valley pass. The Sage promised to stay out of their business as long as the two of them kept their war away from his lands. The Old Man told both kings that he would sell his produce to both countries at the same prices and live in peace with his neighbors. The Bourvoilan king and the Zhaltan of Tangmingo, knowing that they would not survive the alternative, took the deal.

The eastern and western entrances to the valley are guarded by The Twin Sentinels. The two mountains each form a pair of natural gateways which channel traffic to the northeast and south east gates in Bourviola and the northwest and southwest gates in Tangmingo. In the middle of the valley, bisecting the mountain range on the southern slopes is a road which links the valley to the Sugarbowl Harbor. An inlet carved out of the rock by the sage and sheltered by the mountains which he scattered around the sea to protect his new power town.

With low taxes, high security, fertile job opportunities, an easy regulatory environment, a liberal civil code, and top grade magical infrastructure attracted people from near and far to make their homes in the Old Man's little fiefdom.

***

"As of the last census, there are 2,409,322 tax paying residents who provide you with a reliable income of 2,500,000,000 gil a year with some years having revenues reaching over the 5,000,000,000 gil mark." Before I could ask how much that was in dollars, my HUD displayed a <$50,000,000,000-$100,000,000,000>

"And where." I started to ask after I got control of myself. "Is this money stored?"

Gibbons opened a hidden closet built into the wall and opened a drawer with a dozen rows of gold coins. The butler picked one up. <1728 gil coin = $34560> my HUD informed me. "The Old Master had an arrangement with the Dwarfs for the purchase of CDs at an excellent interest rate. A lot of it is tied up in stocks and capital ventures in Port Sugarbowl. I am sure that we have at least a hundred million gil on the premise if you need cash short notice. Any more than that will require a trip into town."

"If I have a primary concubine. Then I have other. Umm. Concubines, yes?"

Gibbons smiled and informed me that. "All those who owe you fealty or are bound to you under The **** Codes are, technically, your concubines. We are, all of us, obliged to satiate your appetites. Our bodies are yours to do with as you please. It is our duty to please you in all things."

I looked out at the countless naked green girls picking my produce and using their hands and mouths to milk the milktaurs of both genders. I watched them strain to carry loads that must have weighed hundreds of pounds. The crack of the whip echoing every now and again. "I would not want to **** myself on anyone who did not want me."

"Nonsense." said Gibbons. "I mean not disrespect, my Master, but you cannot, as you say, '**** yourself' on your own property. It is your right to do with your slaves as you see fit, and it is our responsibility to do as you will.

"That all said. It is your primary concubine's duty to procure the loveliest of specimens and most choice beauties to stock your lounges, amenities, and club rooms. The Old Master freed all of the human and ELF women who had borne him children and most of his other favorites before he left us. There was quite a bit of competition to be one of your personal companions and have the privilege of living in Sugarbush Manor. More than three hundred women from the valley and beyond chose to sell themselves to you just for the chance to audition to be your sex ****. Your primary concubine put all of her effort into recruiting a lineup of lovely ladies and a few fantastic femboys for your personal playrooms." I repeated the butler's last sentence to myself twice, once in my head, then once mouthing out the words before Gibbons asked "Does Master wish to inspect his harem?"

"My harem?" I asked incredulously.

Gibbons opened a door at the edge of the balcony that lead to a larger balcony and the sounds of fountains, harps, and women enjoying themselves. Gibbons went first and called out "Ladies, attend to your Master." before gesturing towards me.

I walked through the door into a dream world. Dozens of beautiful women of every shape, size and color wearing next to nothing were lining up for inspection. When they had finished arranging themselves, the harem girls all said in unison """How can we serve you, Master?"""

"I trust that they meet your expectations. I did not know what your tastes were, so I apologize if my selections are generic." By which she meant that every single one of the women standing in front of me looked like a super model, Hollywood starlet, or a Ms. Universe contestant. "There are a few unique specimens with special skills or unique talents, but if there is something, or someone in particular, that you desire, do not hesitate to ask. Your procurement teams are well trained and standing by for your orders." said the pale, ethereal beauty with blue hair.

"Primary concubine." I said.

"Master." She said with a curtsy.

"Do you have a name?" I asked.

"I am called Taelanya if it pleases you. Slaves have no names but the ones their owners' give them." she answered.

"It does please me."I said looking out at the assembly of sex slaves. "right now I am very pleased."

I walked with the blue haired elf woman by my side as she explained to me the different races with which she had stocked my primary playroom. There were the humans whose natural resistance to The **** Codes meant that all of them wore a collar around their necks to act as an anchor for the enchanted bindings, the engineered lifeforms or ELFs raised in dwarven **** factories, who were designed to be an ideal **** race, the domesticated monsters or animon many of which were capable of switching between their humanoid anthroforms and their bestial forms, and the demi-human offspring of man and mon known as adjinn.

"Where I come from, slavery is illegal. More than that, owning another person is considered one of the worst things a person can do." I said.

"Oh I know. The old master took me to Earth many times. He took me to the most wonderful dim sum place in Melbourne the night before his ascension. I am well aware of the customs of the magic-less. There are some lands, rare countries where it is illegal to enslave humans, some rarer still where adjinn are free from the fear of being enslaved. But those countries are rare, and neither of them are our neighbors. Both the Kingdom and Zhaltanate export thousands of people every year with only a fraction of them finding their way to your markets. If the gods and dragons did not want people to enslave each other, then they would not have made The **** Codes work so well. And even antitheists and Daevilfarians would never think to forbid people from binding monsters."

"And ELFs?" I asked

"We are created to serve. We are manufactured by the dwarfs to be the perfect product, trained for decades to meet the exacting standards of our makers, and sold at retail. Should my ageless body fail, my spirit will return to the Underhome to be given new flesh, new life, to be sold to a new master. I would rather just continue to serve you."

"No one ever frees their ELFs?" I asked.

"The Fraelin communities are proof that it does happen, but It is exceedingly rare. It requires expensive protection charms to make sure that the ELF is not just bound again by the first spell slinger they come across looking for an easy payday." said Taelanya. "Most ELFs are passed down from one generation to the next. Priceless heirlooms. I have heard stories of families having terrible fights over who gets to inherit their family's ELF." I looked around the crowd and started counting ELFs and stopped after fifteen. I was still having trouble grasping how rich I was, but seeing those ageless faces smiling at me in their shear gowns gave me a pretty good idea.

My eyes were drawn away from the immortal beauties to one blonde human girl with olive skin who was looking awfully nervous in a translucent white backless dress. She reminded me of how Mira would look while waiting to audition for the school play. Only with fewer clothes. "Are you alright, dear?" I asked the nubile.

"Oh." The girl jumped. "Yes. Master. Everything is wonderful. Just excited to be here. It is all just a bit overwhelming. A few days ago I was wearing a leather collar living a few rows from the verda pens. Now here I am. A gold collared girl in The Big House talking to The Master Himself. It is like I am in a dream." The girl bit her lip before saying that "This is the most exciting day of my life. Master. I just hope that. That I am good enough for you." She said.

It had been so long, and she was so, so beautiful. In that moment, I was fixated on the singular sweet young girl who was toying nervously with the gold collar that sat snugly around her neck. All of the other gorgeous girls seemed to fade into the background. "What is your name, sweetheart?" I asked her.

"Sarmantha, if it pleases you." she answered.

I took her face in my hand and caressed her cheek with my thumb. "Everything about you is pleasing, Sarmantha."

"Master." She said with a smile as she nuzzled herself into my arms.

I turned to Taelanya and asked "You are sure she is old enough to be in here?"

"She is nineteen. Is that old enough for you, Master?" The Primary Concubine answered.

I turned my attention back to Sarmantha. The nubile young girl was smiling at me. "You don't have to do this." I told her.

"Thank you, Master." said the teenage **** girl before she kissed me.

I picked Sarmantha up in my arms and carried the girl over to a futon without letting our lips break contact. I set her down gently on the silk cushions. I stood over her, naked and fully erect.

Sarmantha sat up as she unclasped her dress and let the shimmering piece of white silk fall away to show the young woman's perky breasts bouncing in excitement. my carnal passion was aroused. I reached out and toyed with the girl's **** collar and the gold chain leash that dangled down from her neck to rest in the **** girl's cleavage. Sarmantha leaned in and cupped my balls as she gave the tip of my shaft soft, gentle kisses. As Sarmantha started to bob her head and suck on my hardon, the **** girl looked up at me with the sweetest, most eager expression. She was trying so hard, and all I could do was feel like I was demeaning her. I could not tune out a memory of Ashley telling me how disgusting oral sex was and how no man would ever ask a girl he really cared about to put his penis anywhere but in her vagina.

I pulled my cock out of the teenager's mouth with a POP sound and gently pushed the enthusiastic young woman onto her back. The nubile exploded in laughter. She sucked in a hard breath as my thumb gently probed her labia. Sarmantha cooed as I found her clitoris and started giving her little button extra attention. "Oh Master. Take me. Plow me. This **** wants your cock inside of her so badly." She said.

I was on top of the girl in moments. I felt her breasts pressing into the hairs of my chest, her hands gripping my back muscles. Her soft moans and panting squeals were like music to my ears. Her body was so tight. Her skin was so soft. Her hair was so luscious and was delightful to pull on and play with.

After awhile of rutting her in missionary, I got bored. Surprised with how much stamina I had, I flipped onto my back and lay with Sarmantha straddling on top of me.

The girl laughed and gave me an excited expression. Clearly the girl liked her new position and started shagging me with vigor and enthusiasm.

Up to that point, I had only been peripherally aware of the slaves who were standing around the bed watching us. Then Sarmantha reached for a drink and lovely youth which I thought was a girl until I noticed the flat chest gold chastity cage around his cock. The **** twink handed Sarmantha a glass of red manaberry wine. My teenage **** girl took a few large gulps of the crimson liquid before pouring the rest of the glass onto her tits with a giggle.

As I sat up to taste the enchanted intoxicant, I looked around at the different slaves standing attentively on standby. The pair of fan girls moving in unison to keep me cool, the wine boy who was looking very uncomfortable for someone who had volunteered for this duty, and there were the refreshment girls with their trays of treats. Most of the girls had blank expressions, but one girl, a human with auburn hair, pale skin, and almond shaped eyes, looked at me like she was studying me. When my gaze caught her's and the woman with the **** collar realized that she had been caught with thoughts in her head, gave me an impish grin before asking "Would Master care for something sweet?"

As I grabbed one of the berries from the tray she was holding, I noticed that the pair of rings that pierced the **** girl's tits matched her navel piercing. "What is your name, my sweet?" I asked as I teased her belly with the fruit.

"I am Meginda, if it pleases you, Master." She said.

"That is a pretty name." I told her. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Thank you Master." said Meginda. I beckoned for the girl the kneel down so that I could feed her the mana berry. The girl plucked a blueish green fruit from her tray and placed it in her mouth before placing the berry in mine. The taste of the magical morsel swirled around my mouth by a beautiful woman's tongue while another gorgeous girl rode me like a rodeo bull put me over the edge.

"GOOOOAAAAHHH FUUUUUHHHHCK!" I groaned as Sarmantha's womb started filling with my seed.

"Oh. Master. That was incredible." said Sarmantha. "No girl would want more from her first time."

"Your first time?" I asked.

"Yes Master, see?" Sarmantha pointed to the fresh stain of blood on the futon.

"You were a virgin?" I asked, horrified that I had stolen this young girl's innocence.

"Yes, Master. I thought you knew. All the girls in white are untouched by a man." said Sarmantha. I looked around to see quite a few young ladies wearing the same white backless tunic that Sarmantha had been wearing. The rest of the slaves were wearing little more than jewelry and a few whisps of transparent silk. Sarmantha leaned down, her blonde hair tickling my nose moments before her lips touched mine. "Thank you, Master. For being so gentle and tender and making this special moment so wonderful for me. I really appreciate how you treat me like a person."

"You are a person." I said.

"Respectfully, Master. I am a ****." said Sarmantha. "I am bound by the **** codes to obey, serve, and be pleasing in all things to the person who owns me. I just thank the gods that I am owned by a man as sweet and kind as you."

I turned and looked at Meginda before I sat up and said to the auburn woman "I assume that you are not a virgin." as he toyed with her nipple piercings.

"No, Master. I am no virgin. Before the attack, I was married with children." said Meginda.

"I...I am so sorry." I said.

"A master need never apologize to their ****." said Meginda reflexively. "We were at war, we fought, we lost. This is what happens. If I have to be someone's chattel I am glad that it is someone who touches me like you are touching me now." She said as my hands were exploring the woman's body.

I felt myself growing aroused once more. Something dark and carnal stirred inside of me as I gazed at the slutty milf in front of me. "You are my ****." I said, still finding the whole concept surreal.

"I am. I belong to you, Master."

"And you will do anything I want." I asked.

"I have ****." She said tapping on the gold collar around her neck, luminous runes glowing briefly around the **** band. "I am bound to you by the power of the gods to serve, obey, and be pleasing to you in all things."

"And I can do, anything, I want to you?" I asked.

"Anything." She said. "A **** is nothing more than a thing for their master to use as they see fit." Meginda bit her lip. "And this **** thinks that that is exciting. Master."

I grabbed Meginda by her collar and indulged in the woman's mouth. I **** my tongue down her receptive throat. The woman purred softly. Meginda laughed as I tossed her roughly onto the bed. The **** moaned with excitement as I positioned her on all fours. "Oh. Master." She cried out as I took her from behind.

Ashley that being taken from behind was demeaning and that I was being disgusting when I suggested it one time. I wondered what my ex-wife would have said if she saw me at that moment; doing it doggy style with a woman ten years younger than her while a barely nubile teenager I had just deflowered pressed herself against me as she showered me in kisses.

I lost track of how many times the **** woman came before I finished. I know that I felt her whole body quivering under me when I used her leash to yank her off her hands and into my arms.

I was surprised at just how much stamina I had, but after several different positions I felt my whole body shudder as I groaned in ecstasy, cumming inside of this woman who belonged to me.

We lay there in a sweaty pile, surrounded by attendants who provided my lovers and I with cold libations and sweet treats. I lay there in bliss for what was far too short of a time before my Majordomo came running up with my phone in her hands.

"Master. Forgive this one's impudence, but your nooscroll has been acting angry." the Majordomo said.

I looked at my phone and could not believe the time or the date. "Shit!" I cried out. The time I had intended to use unpacking my stuff had been lost on this otherworldly adventure. To make matters worse, I had a dozen missed calls from family and the calendar notification on the front of my screen.

"I have a new faculty orientation in less than an hour!" That was when my HUD opened to tell me <a cellular data device has been detected, would you like to use your System Link to access this device? Yes? No?> I clicked yes and just like that my HUD had full access to my phone. At the time I had assumed that the fact that it was my own phone had something to do with how easy it was to form the connection. I had no idea that accessing at the time that I could access anyone's phone with as much ease.

"Where are my clothes? No wait." I had been wearing sweats and jeans yesterday when I passed out. Plus I had drenched them in sweat. I would need to This place is mine right? That must include the clothes. Does this place have anything decent looking that is laundered and in my size?"
"If Master will follow me." said the Majordomo.
I kissed my two lovers and bid them both fairwell. "I will be back soon. I look forward to spending more time with both of you." I told them.
"Really Master?" Sarmantha asked.
"Really." I said kissing her one more time before I had to leave if I was going to make it in time.

***

Gibbons opened another closet to show a row of suits. "The Old Master enjoyed the look and feel of a well tailored suit. All of them are made from fatespider silk, aetherdown, or asgardian wool. The shoes are all dragon leather, the Old Master would not wear anything else. All of them are enchanted to be self-fitting and be self cleaning. Does my Master wish to shower and shave before he departs for Earth?"

"Sure, but I have to be quick." I told the butler. "Which way is the shower?"

"Allow me, my Master." said Taelanya as she took me by the arm. She had one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen with the most enchanting eyes which she was using to beam at me. "When the Old Master told us his plans to leave our fate to Luck, you cannot imagine how worried I was. Now I am just so happy that I get to belong to such a wonderful man."
I did not believe her. "That is nice of you to say." was how I replied.

My mind was too distracted by my rush to get back to Earth and make it to my meeting on time that I did not really appreciate my first group shower. That said, I appreciated it enough to know that I was going to come back and get another one. Having an elf with centuries of experiences touching you in all the right places is something world changing. She was not alone. My primary concubine was aided in her task by a woman my HUD called a <sea lamia **** girl lvl 19> and an adorable otter adjinn girl. The three of them scrubbed, lathered, rinsed, and repeated until I was entirely clean.

Another pair of **** girls were waiting for me to towel me off. "Would you prefer to shave yourself, Master?" asked a cat girl holding a blade and foam on a silver platter for me.
"I've always thought of going to the barber shop and having someone else give me a shave as a treat." I said. "Clean me up. Make me look spiffy. Be quick, but be careful."
"Yes, Master." She said. I closed my eyes and let the adjinn girl do her work. By the end I felt like my cheeks were glowing.
"Smoothest shave I ever had. Well done." I said.
"You have no idea how much that means to me." The cat girl said. "Thank you. It is my honor. Master." The girl opened the door back to my bedroom where my suit and tie were waiting for me.

The staff lined the hallway to the elevator. They considered it part of their duty, but I was in too much of a rush to appreciate the pomp and pageantry. I just saw the elevator doors were both open and my house back on Earth was on the other side of the elevator. I ran as fast as I could through the portal back to my world and hoped that I would not be late on my first day of my new job. Magical doorways to enchanted valleys sound all well and good. But at the time those things were still not real to me. I was going to need something a lot tougher than an indestructible shield if the headmistress of Tenjoe academy decided to rip me a new one for missing her welcome speech.

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