Surviving a Harsh Fantasy with Cheat Items

Im not old enough to be your father so at least call me oniichan.

You dont mind if I call you oniichan?

..thats

Im sorry, master. I got carried away.

No, Sherry did nothing wrong. I dont really care about being called master since it doesnt sound very real to me.

However, the thought of being called oniichan by a pretty girl sends shivers down my spine.

The evil one inside of me was about to wake up so I chanted serene heart quietly.

.or rather, I didnt even say anything.

Why are you reaching out to my lower body?

No, this is Sherry were talking about so she should only be trying to wash me without thinking anything else.

Hey, Sherry.

Yes, what is it, master?

She looked up at me with her innocent sparkling eyes.

Indeed, no hidden intent at all. Shes still a little girl so she doesnt know the difference between sexes yet. She might have tried to wash me down without thinking anything.

Thats enough, let me wash your back.

Oh.

Even if Sherry hadnt meant to do that, it would still be an unbearable torture for me so I went around to the back and washed her small back with my hands.

Master, you havent wash my front yet.

No, I have done enough.

When Sherry tried to turn around, I held her slender shoulders with my hands.

She had soft, slippery skin of a child. It was white and had no muscles. She better exercise a little more rather than locking herself up in her room all the time.

But master, you have to wash filth properly.

Did you learn that from Sharon?

She nodded. What the hell is she teaching her?

No, wait. Certainly, when I was still a child, I feel like my parents taught me that I have to wash every part of my body. Sharon is not wrong.

Then, it shouldnt be strange, isnt it?

It's just that I dont know anything about parenting so Im overthinking things. I should be embarrassed.

Sharon didnt tell you to have other people wash you until youre clean, did she? You have to learn to clean yourself. You shouldnt let people touch you.

I felt myself wondering what the hell I was saying.

However, if I dont tell her directly, she might misunderstand since shes still a child.

Right. Sharon-oneesama said that if you didnt wash it, I have to wash it myself.

Sherry looked a little disappointed.

Fuh.a narrow escape.

You are clean enough.

Master, no. You wont be clean enough if you dont scrub everything. Please be neat even if you have to do it yourself.

Sherry is very particular about dirt.

Im not going to disobey her so I turn around and quickly wash my crotch. Well, if you ask me, this way of washing is pretty lax, isnt it?

Master, I dont really know how to wash my own filth.

How am I supposed to know that! Ah, sorry for yelling. Well, just whip it up and scrub it the way you want.

Sherry tried to show me her foamy filth so I took a pail of hot water and poured it over her head.

She should ask Sharon about that.

Alright, Im going to the bath.

I also poured hot water on myself and entered the bathtub. Today is a precious time where no ones bothering me.

Sherry quickly went to the bath too and for some reason, sat on my lap but lets let her do this.

Alone in a big bathtub.not really. Theres also a slave girl.

This is such a precious moment and I feel very pleasant.

Though Im only saying this after sitting on masters lap but, am I allowed to do so?

Dont worry. I dont mind spoiling Sherry today.

If there are others here, I wouldnt be able to give her this treatment but thats okay since were the only people here.

A child shouldnt be concerned with things like that. The other slave girls too. I hope they find time to relax.

As long as they do their assigned work properly, some things can be tolerated.

Sherry should be more selfish given her enormous workload.

When I was born, I lost my mother.

Ah, old story?

Well, I didnt hear much about Sherrys situation.

Unlike the first group of slave girls, Sherry was s second batch slave so I didnt have much direct contact with her.

I was very fond of my gambler father. My father was very good at it but one day, he kept losing until he reached the bottom. I think we still have mother, she would have been able to convince him to quit.

Do you still want to see your father?