A fujoshi otaku, I bet.

Getting a good look at her, I saw someone who was definitely having as hard a time as me adapting to the Mindslaver physical fitness benefit. She didn’t look really ugly, or anything, but definitely wasn’t yet the standard level of bodily health that Mindslavers would get to, same as me.

She reminded me of Tomoko Kuroki from It’s Not My Fault I’m Not Popular, or that one character from that Fate series video game... what was her name? She got a cameo as a Demi-Servant in FGO, I think, but her name... oh, right, I think it was Jinako Katagiri? No, wait, Carigari. Jinako Carigari is her name. And I definitely didn’t have to Google that after the fact to remember.

Oh, and I don’t mean physically, exactly. Physically she was kinda short and a little chubby, but not really in a way that was easily fetishized, or anything? She just looked like she had a normal girl’s proportions. I meant in demeanor or, like, temperament. She looked real lethargic and not a big fan of this situation at all, even considering she just got enslaved by me. She had black hair, brown eyes, and a cute(?) face. I kinda got the feeling she was the sort of person who had just the one growth spurt, and even then she didn’t grow that much, ending up with a babyface despite having already slaved away for years at a steady job.

And probably cause of that job, she’d regularly try and get rid of her accumulated stress through indulging in anime and video games. She probably had to to end up in the world of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure as a Planeswalker. I bet if I didn’t end up meeting her in this world I’d have found her someplace else with tons of hot boy characters, like... huh. I’m drawing a blank on another series with a ton of really cute guys in it. Oh, wait, does My Hero Academia count? It’s got people like Bakugou or Todoroki, fans can’t get enough of those guys, right? Though I guess they’re still minors, so I dunno if that’s okay legally speaking...

Well, whatever, point is I low-key had the feeling she was a fan of yaoi and BL stuff. It wasn’t actually the only reasonable explanation for her being in a JoJo world, but I had seen the covers of too many yaoi doujins on hentai sites to assume a female fan doesn’t want the characters to kiss.

Once I made myself known, her eyes widened, the situation becoming all to clear to her. She was speechless, even as we all walked inside to Rohan’s living room. As we all started to sit down, I noticed the tea he threw at me still soaking the floor. I said “Just a sec.” and pulled out my stopwatch, freezing time to get something to clean up the mess.

One fraction of an instant for them later, and the place was looking much more presentable. Rohan asked “Now, don’t lie, did you make anyone else your **** from this world as time was stopped? I know you could have, from that porn ‘Fantasia world’ you took over.”

I answered “Oh, no, just took care of the tea. Didn’t want it to stain anything, after all. This floor’s hardwood, right?” as I pointed to the tea-soaked paper towels I threw away in the frozen time.

Rohan sat down in his earlier seat, stating “As always, the strength of your conviction is something to behold. Choosing to open a dialogue instead of dominating your new ****’s mind, and not infringing on any promises even in the secrecy of frozen time.” as he motioned towards the teapot still warm in his kitchen.

While I made us all three new cups of tea, I asked “So, what’s your name? Also, why did you want to enslave Rohan? I’d like it if you could be honest with me, but I understand if you want to hide something.” Once they were all poured, I placed a mug next to each of our chairs, sitting down myself.

“... Taylor Fukushima. I was going to use him as the first part of my plan for my Ultimate Harem, since he can write commands to sign my contracts into everyone I wanted. But you just had to get me enslaved, didn’t you?” she sarcastically grumbled, taking an experimental sip of her tea. Oh, I guess she’s Japanese, at least from her parents. That explains the impression I got from her appearance, I guess.

I chuckled nervously “Well, you would’ve done the same to me, right? I mean, before you came Rohan wrote in me that I could know when someone was going to enslave me five minutes before it happens. I mean, my body’s probably not to your liking, definitely still have a bit of pudge, but you’d probably make as much use of my powers as you could, right? Telepathy’s a pretty easy way to get more slaves, after all. You might not need even Rohan if you had me under your control.” as I mimed drinking tea from my cup. There wasn’t enough in the pot for three more servings, so I split it between Rohan and Taylor.

I guess she noticed that, though, because she asked me “Why are you being like this, anyway? You could make me and him do whatever you wanted with a thought, so what keeps making you act like you’re walking on eggshells trying not to upset us?” Setting my empty cup down, I sighed “I dunno, honestly. I could say that I want to be as ethical as I can even if I mentally enslave people, but I’ve done some serious things to people against their actual will with my powers anyways.” Yeah, Kurt didn’t want to be a woman, nor the two former Hypno App protagonists, and that’s not counting my initial slaves that I mentally commanded to get pregnant with my kids.

I continued “If it’s anything, I bet it’s that I’ve just been really polite to everyone I meet for so much of my life that it’s a little odd to just stop. Plus, I think I make emotional attachments easily. You would’ve definitely had no mercy in my position, since I’m guessing you couldn’t afford to, yet I’m already worried about how you’re feeling now that you’re one of my subordinates. Did you have dreams you wanted fulfilled? Goals to attain? Things I’ve stopped for you that are perfectly reasonable? I’m already trying to think of ways I can improve your day to make up for what I’ve already done. I know, it’s kinda pathetic.” Wow, I just noticed that people around me talk for a while. And I do too. Has that been annoying? Sorry.

Taylor studied my face for a second, still indignant as ever, before she leaned back in her seat, replying “You’re not lying, are you? I dunno if that makes me lucky or unlucky...” as she leisurely took another sip. Sighing, she continued “Fine then. You want to know how to make up for enslaving me? Well, to start you should...”