Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 572: I can Fix Her

With her story finished, Vex once again glanced at me with saddened eyes as she became emotional. She then said, "That’s how I met Black Fang, who did as promised. I’d been crossing the border numerous times to attack lionkin settlements, but I’m still nowhere strong enough to bring ruin to their entire race. I can only attack smaller villages as I am now. From these outings of mine, I’d gained a few funny titles, like the one this yellow kitty used, Red-Eyed Demon. Ghost of the Savannah is also quite popular, I hear."

Damn. Vex also had a tragic background. Seeing the remains of one’s family’s discarded limbs at nine years of age was something that would change a person forever. Black Fang throwing her in a forest full of danger likely didn’t make the child Vex’s mental health any better. Now I fully understand why she has some screws loose.

The woman in question spoke up amusedly, "I might not be able to see your face, but your eyes are screaming, ’So that’s why this bitch is such a lunatic!’"

"I would never call you such ugly names." I quickly defended myself against her accusation before adding, "But, yes, your story does explain some things. Lucky for you, I’m a man who loves a challenge. Ladies who fall into the ’I can fix her’ mental case category are just the perfect delicacies."

"I can fix her category?" She burst out into merry laughter after repeating my words. It was nice to see her beautiful smile return in exchange for her serious, saddened expression that she wore while telling her tale. "I never heard such a phrase before, but maybe I’m just not up to date on the slang of the youth."

"Seems like it." I nodded, accepting her proposed explanation. Naturally, I wasn’t going to explain that I’m an alien, an otherworlder from a different planet, perhaps even a different universe or realm of existence. Instead, I offered my help, "Let me know if you need a hug; I’m said to be a good hugger."

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Vex smiled at my offer, "What a gentleman you are. I’m sure there are no ulterior motives at play here, right? Well, sadly for you, I’m not a clingy girl. If I’m wronged, I prefer to bathe in the blood of those who wronged me rather than look for cuddles and a shoulder to cry on."

"Maybe that’s because you hadn’t tried these shoulders."

"So corny! Only grandmothers wouldn’t cringe upon hearing that."

A painfully awkward silence descended on the group, only interrupted by Ignis’ uneasy cough, as well as Raika’s shadow boxing; she was replaying the fight in her head, reliving it for a second time.

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"You guys think me to be a granny!" Vex cried out with alarm once she understood the reasoning behind the awkward silence.

I mean, she can’t blame me, right? She’s older than the oldest human back on Earth. Just because she looks like a young adult doesn’t mean her mind is also youthful.

"Let’s refocus on our new furry friend before I accidentally injure somebody…" Vex grumbled with great dissatisfaction.

The lionkin gulped nervously. It seemed he was hoping we would forget about his existence. "I-I won’t betray the Sunfang, no matter what you do to me!" He declared arrogantly, bolstering his confidence so that he could do the right thing and not snitch on his people.

"Are you one of those girls too, future wife?" I asked with a heavy sigh, already knowing what this torture session would devolve into.

Vex glanced at me confusedly. "One of those girls? What do you mean?"

"Throughout my journeys, I’d noticed that when women despise a man they’d beaten, their standard tormenting procedure will likely include going for the balls. To be more blunt, my theory is that you women as a collective are castration maniacs."

Understanding dawned on her delicate face as her lips curled up into a cruel smile. "It seems I’m indeed ’one of those girls,’ as you put it. I was going to start with some less painful stuff, but let’s just jump to the best part."

"You think that’ll make me talk?! I’ll never leave this place alive, and that’s a fact! Why would I betray my comrades if I won’t even save my life by doing so?"

"You will betray your comrades because that’ll stop the pain. Don’t think me to be your everyday torturer, kitten." Vex declared ominously, and her bright, crimson-red pentagram eyes returned as she cast [Hex of Amplified Suffering].

She crouched down and brought out a dagger from her pocket. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was the knife from her story. "This cute little spell of mine will amplify the pain you feel a hundred times, while also making your brain process it slower, letting you enjoy the process of me actively cutting your friend off for hours on end, as if I was slicing oh-so-painfully slowly."

Vex cut his clothes with the knife, revealing quite the large member. He was a gigantic beastkin, so it wasn’t surprising.

"Feeling jealous?" Vex asked while looking up at me smugly.

"Nah, I’d win."

"Hehe!" She giggled merrily at my reply, thinking I’m jesting. That was until Seraphiel voiced her thoughts, "It’s about the same size."

"No, Devil’s is slightly bigger." Lucille spoke up in my defense.

"If you say so." Sera accepted Lucille’s opinion without fuss, knowing full well how knowledgeable my caramel-haired lover was when it came to my member. No one had studied it as much and from as close as she did.

"Even if it isn’t bigger, it’s certainly much more handsome! This beast’s member just looks plain disgusting. I have to throw up." Aurora added with obvious distaste in her tone.

"Damn son! I thought I was packing a monster, but it seems I was beaten once again!" Ignis shouted while hitting me on the back before erupting into his boisterous laughter.

"Oh dear." Vex, on the other hand, was no longer smiling. Instead, she was examining the lion’s member wryly.

"Here are some gloves. Please use them." I said while handing over a pair from my storage ring. I liked to have some spare supplies when going on longer journeys like this one.

<Primordial villain? More like primordial insecure, hehe!> Ayame snickered in my mind; she knew full well why I gave Vex the gloves. I didn’t want my future lover to touch the penis of another man with her bare hands, even if it was just to cut it off.

And with that, the time came to watch a master torturer at work, after which we would learn much curious information about the Beastman Confederation and its political landscape, letting me plot for the future.