Good Morning, Master Beta

It took a bit for my brain to register the voice. At first I had trouble moving and attributed that to still being tied up.

The reality however was much worse.

All four girls where cuddled up against me and sleeping deeply. Hebi-san in particular was an issue as her snake had coiled itself all around my stomach. How exactly did that happen? At one point yesterday Cassandra started riding me and I think I blanked out after the tenth orgasm or so.

I quickly disentangled myself and stared at my ever smiling maid. “How late is it?”

“Just past eight, Master Beta. Your breakfast will be ready in half an hour.”

I gave my thanks and wiggled out of my confinement. Despite how exhausting last night was, I didn’t feel tired. Say what you want about the girls and their insane methods, they did make sure I had a restful sleep.

I glanced at said girls. Man, even Cassandra looks peaceful while asleep. Shame they can’t always be like this.

“According to the weather report, we might experience a storm later today”, Maria informed me.

Just the perfect backdrop for our fight. Lovely. On a whim, I decided to head to the roof of the tower.

You couldn’t tell from the near cloudless sky, but the temperature was notably cooler and there was a decidedly strong wind blowing. Not wanting to sound pretentious but I could sense the storm coming.

I was used to colder climates so I wonder if this will give me an advantage today. Probably not. Down in the arena, beneath the barrier not a single thing will be felt.

As I was musing I let my gaze wander past the arena and...woah!

The area outside of the arena was usually a wide open plaza. It was always a crowded place but today the horde was so thick that you couldn’t even see the ground. I made the mistake of briefly popping into view and was immediately greeted with the deafening cheer of “Amber Princess!” and “Cum battle!”

Ben wasn’t kidding when he boasted about how many people would be watching. I sported several huge magic visions screens mounted on the buildings surrounding the plaza that were not there yesterday.

This will be quite the event.

I could only hope that I would live up to the hype. Would this training be enough? I'd like to think so, but I can't exactly say I'm confident. It might be for the best to make sure I take a lengthy shower.

After I was done showering, breakfast was indeed ready, but only Beatrice and Fisti sat on the table. Well, no reason to wake the other girls just yet.

“Slept well?”, asked Beatrice, drinking a glass of milk. Her bondage punishment was over so she was properly dressed again. “Or was your training too draining?”

“I guess I will manage”, I replied dryly and started to munch on an apple. As expected Maria opted for a light but nourishing breakfast. I better make sure to eat my fill. I can’t run out of energy today.

“Well, just try yer best”, Fisti said, looking very nervous. “But don’t go overboard. Even if ya lose here, It’s not that big of a deal, so take it easy.”

I wouldn’t call becoming a **** not that big of a deal, but Fisti’s **** bias aside, she probably has a point. Of course, I had no intention of losing, but this is the first fight ever since Aiju in which the stakes where somewhat manageable. Sylphid would probably allow me to use my prize money to find my sister and being her **** wouldn’t be totally awful.

“Don't get too complacent”, Beatrice snapped me out of my reverie. “With the exception of a certain randy somebody none of us girls are too excited of becoming Sylphid's ****.”

“W-Who is this Randy person?”, Fisti blurted out.

“Oh?” I couldn't help but grin. “So, you are telling me you rather stay my ****, Beatrice?”

In response the ex-witch calmly munched on a piece of toast and mumbled something that sounded strangely affirmative.

Ha? No witty comeback? No sharp banter? Don’t tell me the day spend in bondage actually mellowed her out.

Beatrice sighed and played with her glass of milk. “For all your faults, and trust me, you have many, none of us can complain how you treat us.”

Did I just hear that correctly? I stared in complete disbelief at the ex-witch. She was the last person I expected to admit that.

“H-hold yer tebasakis”, Fisti cut in. “What are ya insinuating? Are ya saying Lady Sylphid would treat us badly?”

“I sure do”, Beatrice calmly responded. “For starters she likes to **** things.”

Fisti almost chocked on her tea. “B-But this is Lady Sylphid were talking about! I mean, don’t ya want to…can that even be called ****?”

Just quit while you are ahead Fisti.

“Unlike you, Punchy, I’m not a lesbian.” Fisti had no response to that so the ex-witch continued. “My point is, the way Mari treats us is not the norm. Cassandra is a slaver, Hebi-san tormented him since childhood and I, well I tried to steal his soul, didn't I? None of us had any right to complain if he used and abused us like sex dolls.”

I wanted to object but Beatrice immediately waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, the snake girl doesn’t count.”

“She counts for me”, I snapped back.

But all that got me was a cackle.

“Did ya have to prove her point like that?”, Fisti grumbled into her tea. “Not that I like yer being a pervert and all but even I can see ya clearly care for all of us, even Hebi-san. Gotta agree with Rice on one part, Lady Sylphid would definitely teach her and the slaver and Hebi-san a proper lesson, that she would.”

What can I even respond to that? “I...I...thank you. Both of you.”

“Why are you thanking me? Honestly.”, Beatrice rolled her eyes. “I am merely using you as a stepping stone for my plan of world domination. You have proven to be quite the useful tool and I rather not have that taken away from me.”

“Talk about a rotten personality”, Fisti grumbled. “This is why Lady Sylphid...why are ya handing me yer mug?”

“I need more milk.”

As Fisti was blowing her top I couldn’t help but chuckle. Hearing these two say this felt surprisingly nice.

They trust me. And I can’t betray their trust by not giving it my all.

“Don’t worry.” I nodded confidently and showed a grin. “Now that I know how much you want me to be your master I will definitely give it my all.”

“Hmph!” Beatrice looked away with a pout.

I glanced at the clock. It was past nine now.

Less then an hour to my match.