The Slave Princess
[Ah, Arisa, your soft purple hair is so lovely.]
[Master's silky black hair is lovely too.]
My black haired Master gently caresses my hair as he softly whispers into my ear.
[I love your flat chest, your delicate arms, your everything.]
[Oh, Master...]
Master's slender white fingers start to unbutton my clothes.
--No wait, maybe he looks into my eyes and goes in for a kiss. Guhehe, dreams are the best~.
"Guhehehe."
"A-Arisa?"
Whoops, I went too hard into the daydreaming and my inner voice slipped out a little.
Lulu's beautiful face is slightly gloomy as she stares into my eyes.
As usual, my sister's beauty seems like it's enough to destroy a country. For people to call her ugly, something is seriously wrong with this world's sense of beauty.
"It's nothing, I was just a bit happy because I saw someone who was my type."
Upon hearing my word's Lulu looks like she's about to cry.
"Your type? There's no point to that anymore. We're slaves now."
"Everything's fine, leave it to me."
I beat my hand on my flat chest to drive away Lulu's fears. After all, I'm the princess of fate that was reincarnated by a god.
On top of that, I just saw that black-haired shota with a Japanese face. He must be either a hero or someone else who got summoned.
We totally made eye-contact there too, so that flag is set.
Right now, he's probably using his cheat powers to gather enough money to buy Lulu and me.
That's how it works in these isekai scenarios.
I'll be waiting for you, my Master.
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