My Servant System

Jahi PoV

When we reached the gates that led down into the depths of Zhu'Rong Caverns, I turned around and stared at each of my women, taking in their appearance.

Leone was wearing a loose wine red robe, which concealed her curvaceous body quite well, sadly enough.

Hanging on her hip was a thin sword that Anput had given her, and she had a few pouches on the other side to even out the weight on her belt.

Besides that, a pack was on her back, the various pouches and pockets allowing her to store quite a large amount of items and materials.

The ashen haired Vampire fiddled with her sword hilt, a small frown on her face; all three of them had displayed annoyance at this changing of roles, and Leone was surprisingly the most vocal about disliking it.

She had deemed it to be rather useless for herself, and after making it well known to me this morning I had silenced her with a promise of another long Cultivation session, which made her begrudgingly accept todays outing.

Next was Anput, my olive skinned wife wearing something besides her loose cloth for once; Kat had forced her into a normal set of armor, which Anput accepted rather easily.

The thin leather hugged her lithe body, and she had her longsword strapped to her back, with two thin daggers on either side of her hips.

Adjusting the strap for one of her bracers, she sighed as she stared at her daggers, before shrugging, a small hint of excitement in her obsidian eyes.

After having learned how to better use her magic, Anput had already had an interest in trying it out on live subjects, to test its lethality, but now she was restricted to only her magic...

Finally, I stared at Kat, feeling the need to stamp down on the rising lust as my eyes took in the sight of my beloved murderpuppy standing in front of me.

The leather gear she wore was clinging to her curves, and the heavy dagger on her hip was balanced by a few pouches.

The Dogkin was glaring slightly at me, her amber eyes fixed on mine as she gently stroked the hilt of her dagger; I had thought that she wouldn't have minded the idea of being in the vanguard, and yet...

Giving her a wry smile, I briefly wondered why all three of these women were so complicated, before tossing the thought from my mind; I could likely delve deep into that never ending spiral of questions and only further confuse myself.

Taking in a breath, I scratched my cheek as I looked between them again, saying "Well, I wanted everyone to use this chance to refine their other skills... so uh... let's go?"

Leone let out a huff and turned, grabbing Kat by the wrist and leading Anput and I into the Caverns, making me sigh.

Normally Anput and I would be chatting about random things...

Well, more accurately, she would be explaining the various uses and counters for specific weapons, which was rather interesting, but her passion left little space for me to interject myself into that conversation, leaving it as more of a lesson then us talking.

Yet, she was currently silent, her eyes flitting over the area around us as we followed behind Leone and Kat.

So...

Letting out another sigh, I glanced up at the ceiling and wondered if I should scrap this idea, before shaking my head again; they all needed this exposure to something they usually don't do, to help motivate them to get stronger.

I was anticipating this; I wanted to know just how lethal my Light Magic could be, as well as how much it could boost someone in support, but...

Lowering my gaze again, I found myself passing the time by watching the two women in front of me, my eyes lower then they should be, waiting for us to reach the Valley that connected the opening Cavern to the Plains.

All of their Requests were for that location; Kat needed the herbs, Anput needed the Coal Serpent dens, and Leone needed to take us deeper, to find those Obsidian Crabs.

As for me, I needed to take on the Ghoul Hordes inside the Valley, and if I couldn't get a Ghoul King to rear its head, I needed to hunt the roaming groups on the Plains for my prey, hoping that it would show up while the others completed their own tasks.

Admiring the swaying hips of two of my women, we eventually reached the Obsidian Valley, which was, like always, cluttered with Ghoul Hordes.

I really needed to ask Leone how this place was always so populated; they can't be normal Ghouls, since they are reanimated corpses...

Pursing my lips, I watched as Leone and Kat drew their blades, the two women glancing at one another before nodding.

Maybe they were ashen constructs?

Things made from the abundant ash inside the Caverns, formed around bundles of mana?

Furrowing my brow, I raised my hand and started tracing runes.

We had agreed that they wouldn't use their Magics unless truly necessary, and we wouldn't use our blades unless necessary either.

So, I cast a Light Cloak over the two charging women, draping them in golden light that would both make them quicker and enhance their recovery.

Once they were protected, I started summoning my Light Discs, wanting to start simple.

Flicking my wrist out, I watched as the first Disc flew into the horde, slicing cleanly through the Ghouls bodies and killing them.

Nodding to myself, I summoned a second one, letting it join the first; controlling them was my trial for today.

I wanted to see how many Discs I could truly control; not sending out a wave of sharp Discs, but controlled blades that could attack from anywhere.

Leaving the second Disc around Leone and Kat, I summoned the third, before chuckling as I watched a pillar of earth erupt in the center of the large horde, killing a dozen Ghouls swiftly.

However, my eyes widened as I focused on Kat, the Dogkin weaving through the Horde with a silent precision, her movements elegant as she ducked under a clumsy swing and severed the head from her attacker.

Not checking if it died, she went onto the next one, her heavy dagger easily severing limbs and reaping lives as she danced through the horde, her leather clad body turning gray as more and more ash erupted around her.

The calm, brutal efficiency in her movements and attacks made me gulp, and I found my memory drifting towards the days after our encounter with Lord Pele, recalling how my first love had tried to kill me.

My eyes were glued to her as she swept through the horde like a scythe through wheat, her blade rising and falling in deadly arcs as limbs and heads flew around her, the woman's methodical reaping making me shiver.

Leone was using precise thrusts as well, but she was nowhere near the level of Kat, the usually calm and collected Dogkin maid clearing out swathes of this horde with ease.

As she reached deeper and deeper into the horde, my worry managed to outpace my arousal and admiration of her deathly dance, my third Disc flying through the air towards her, to protect her better.

Reaching the center, my breathing hitched as a Ghoul stood up to its full, terrible height, taller than me.

Sharp talons gleamed in the dull orange light of the Valley, and it's unhinged jaw puffed out ash with each breath.

Turning it's hollow eyes towards the Dogkin in front of it, the Ghoul King let out a shriek, prompting the surrounding monsters to snap their heads towards Kat.

My heart clenched, and I sent another Disc towards Kat, which was swiftly joined by a long silver spear.

Raising its giant talons, the Ghoul King swiped down towards Kat's motionless body, and I widened my eyes, wondering why she had stopped moving.

Opening my mouth, I was about to shout her name when a golden blur spun around the Ghoul Kings arm, severing it from its towering body.

Letting out another shriek, the Ghoul King stared down at the limb lying on the ground in front of it before-

"Holy hells..."

Anput muttered beside me, and I silently nodded beside her, my jaw slack as we watched Kat scale the Ghoul King's body like a tree, reaching its neck.

With a completely emotionless face, Kat wrapped her legs around its neck and raised her dagger, the blade falling and slicing deep into the Ghoul King's skull.

It tried to raise its remaining arm to fling her off, but Kat released her dagger and twisted around the Ghoul King's head, snapping its neck.

Grabbing her dagger in both hands, she used it to lower herself to the ground, slicing the giant monster's flesh the entire ride down.

Landing on the ground, she returned to her slaughter of the remaining Ghouls, leaving Anput and I motionless.

My heart pounded as I watched her, my eyes wide as I managed to take in what she did only moments later.

The brutal, cold efficiency of her kill, the uncaring, bored look on her face as she did so, paired with the result of her work...

I shivered, a sliver of fear entering my mind as I continued to watch her dance through the horde.

That could have easily been me, if I ever pushed her further than I have before.

If I hadn't showered this buxom Dogkin maid with love and instead forced myself on her, that dissipating corpse would have been me.

The thought sent shivers down my spine, but all for the wrong reasons.

Sure, the fear was there; I knew that Kat reveled in her kills more than I ever could, but...

Those shivers sent pleasure coursing through my body as I watched on.

My desire for her spiked again.

My lust rose, wanting me to move forwards and take her, here and now.

My love for her flooded my body, and I felt warm as I realized that she was MINE.

This psychotic woman, who could likely kill me, was mine.

She belonged to me, and no one else.

Biting my cheek, I clamped down on the rising flame inside me, taking in a shuddering breath as I tore my gaze from her.

She had shivered when those feelings rose, and I knew that if I fed off the emotions that she reciprocated and sent my way, we would both lose ourselves easily.

The feelings she poured into our bond seemed to even outweigh my own, and that...

That made me both happy, and scared.

Happy that this woman desired me that much, that she was so insanely in love with me...

But I was scared about how deep that love could run, and what consequences that could have on her...

However, even as the thought entered my mind, I pushed it away, ignoring it.

Who cares if she loves me more than life itself?

I feel the same way, and if it would make her happy, I would burn this world to the ground just to see her smile.