I Became the Master of a Slave Party (7)

Hmm, not bad.

I casually rolled my arm as I looked at the clearing before me. A few muscle fibers seemed to have snapped, but the arm wasn’t unusable. At first, all my muscles had been torn apart… This was a huge improvement.

Maybe by the time this round of ‘Heroine Netori’ ends, I’ll be able to use my internal energy freely. I dared to hope.

“That’s insane…”

“…No wonder you’re number one.”

As I checked my condition and approached Ellis, I heard people around us whispering cautiously. They were all extremely wary of me, yet couldn’t take their eyes off me. They probably hadn’t expected the gap in our strength to be this wide.

After seeing this much, they should know better than to provoke me again, right?

“M-Master! That was amazing! You’re incredible!”

But you never knew. Men were all fools driven by lust, weren’t they? Some might still do anything to try to get their hands on Ellis. There could be bastards so overwhelmed by the pheromones coming off her breasts and hips that they’d cross the line.

So…...