What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy?

Considering where we were, it was no surprise that we came across a slave shop while walking down this street.

There were two slaves standing outside the large three story building advertising to the people walking past the store. One of them was a male Mahun while the other was a female Nyarel, or what I might know as a lizardkin.

"Are you looking for a new slave sir? How about you miss? We have a few slaves that have just arrived from the capital, I promise you will not be disappointed!"

"The missy there! We have high quality slaves looking for a new Mistress to serve! Why don't you take a look inside?"

You'd think they were just advertising some hotcakes or something, not actual people inside the store.

The Nyarel turned in our direction and immediately appeared in front of us with a big smile on her face, assuming that wasn't a snarl with how her teeth showed like that.

"The two ladies here! How about giving our store a look? There's a lot of slaves to choose from! Would you like to bring home one?" She asked, her tongue darting out for a moment as if to taste the air.

She made it sound like she's asking us to pick up puppies or something.

Emilia turned to me, "How about we take a look? It's not like we have anywhere to be anyway."

I shrugged, "Fair. Let's go then."

The Nyarel slave girl perked up, "Perfect! Follow me please!"

She brought us into the store where a bell chimed upon the door opening.

The first thing I noticed was that the slaves were on display near the walls of the store where small podiums had been set up for them to stand on. Some of them were posing themselves while others were standing there and smiling at the people below them.

There were already a few customers inside and each of them had a slave accompanying them.

At first, I thought those were their own slaves until I realised they were introducing the customers to the other slaves and also guiding them around the store.

As soon as we entered, I noticed one of the other female slaves that had been seated at the side stood up and walked out of the store, most likely to take our guide's spot that she had vacated.

Our Nyarel guide turned to us and smiled again, "Welcome to Ivar's Emporium! I am Aisha and I shall serve as your guide on your visit today!"

It's obvious she was just reading off a script that she probably repeats to every other customer that enters the store but I wasn't boorish enough to point that out.

She then took a little step to the side to show us the interior of the store, "Now is there any specific type of slave you are looking for?"

Emilia waved her hand, "Nothing specific. We are just browsing so what do you recommend?"

"Ah! We have many of them in store today! All of us are trained by Master Ivar personally himself and he has just returned with a new group of slaves that he had brought from the capital city! We have a few combat slaves, labour slaves, monster slaves and even sex slaves! Would you like to take a look?"

"Sure, let's see what you got."

"Certainly! This way please!"

I found it a little cute that her tongue darted out at the last word.

Aisha brought us to the nearest podium where a male Mahun was standing while wearing full leather armour.

"This is Fred, he's a former D ranked Mercenary who had to sell himself after he fell into debt. He has experience in escort missions and would work great as a personal guard or even as a guard to your home."

Fred nodded at us before giving us a pose where he flexed himself.

I get he was trying to appeal himself to us but… Yeah, nah.

I shook my head and Aisha barely blinked before bringing us to the next one, which was a rather petite Rejmar girl who had chosen to sit down instead of stand up on her podium.

"This one is Hastora, she had volunteered herself as a slave to help her family pay for her sister's medicine. She has worked in the mines before so she is no stranger to labour and would do any manual jobs that you might have for her."

The Rejmar girl gave us a small wave after Aisha finished introducing her.

Emilia tapped her chin, "Hmm… Actually… Could you show me the slaves upstairs?"

Aisha paused, "You wish to see the ones upstairs?"

"Yes. Or is it by invitation only?"

"Oh no, not at all! But I have to warn you that you would need to pay a deposit of one hundred Creas per person before we can let you in…"

You need to pay a hundred Creas deposit just to get in? What the heck are they keeping up there?

Emilia wordlessly took out two small silver coins and passed it to her which she quickly took and kept it clasped in her hands.

"Please, right this way!"

She seemed to be quite excited for some reason and I looked at Emilia to silently ask why.

Emilia leaned over and whispered, "Normally for slave shops like this, they would keep the more expensive and higher quality slaves upstairs. If this place has a basement, then that's where the criminal slaves would be kept."

Ah… So she's expecting us to purchase one of the expensive slaves.

The Nyarel guided us to the back where a modest staircase was located, leading up to a heavy looking wooden door.

We followed behind her and I was briefly distracted by the swishing tail of our Nyarel guide as it waved from side to side with each step.

Interesting…

Aisha reached the landing of the door and gave the door three knocks and pausing before knocking it two more times.

The door then opened inwards to reveal a collared male Wrunch who peeked through a crack in the door before opening it the rest of the way.

He then nodded at our guide and she passed him the coins that Emilia had given her.

"Two visitors," She reported.

The Wrunch grunted and carefully placed the coins inside a box that he set aside on a table nearby.

I realised that this room was just a small sitting room with another door on the other end of the room.

We were directed to wait in the middle as the Wrunch closed the door and locked it behind us before moving to the other door and opening it for us.

Almost immediately, the sounds of wanton moaning and wet slapping sounds could be heard.

Nyarel barely paid that any mind like she had experienced this before and entered the room before us.

I followed beside Emilia as we were guided into the room itself and the source of the noise I was hearing made itself known.

Several people were engaged in sex with some of the slaves around the room while the others that were not were barely paying them any attention while their own slave guides showed them around the room.

The layout of the room was a little different than the room below as instead of podiums, each slave was given a couch to sit on instead.

Also, the slaves were dressed in rather provocative outfits that barely hid their privates. At least… Those who have yet to strip naked were.

"All the slaves here have consented to being used as sex slaves as well so you are free to try them out if you like!" She told us cheerfully.

My eyes were drawn towards a female Trasif having her pussy eaten out by a male Mahun slave on the couch.

Right beside her, a futa Nekomata was ploughing into the ass of a male Inugami slave.

Then beside that was a male Mahun having his dick ridden by a female Mahun slave.

… Ok… Can't say I was surprised but… Ok.

Before I could say anything, a rather attractive female Trasif slave had gotten off the couch and strutted over to us.

"Good day. Would you like to receive some service?"

Emilia shook her head, "I'm good. What about you?"

I blinked.

Err… Service? Like what kind? Is she going to… Oh.

I had just realised what she meant but she had taken my silence as consent as she sunk to her knees and lifted up my skirt.

She barely reacted to finding out I was a futa and simply started to stroke my member while her mouth latched onto one of my balls, sucking it gently.

Soon enough, my cock was standing fully erected and she moved her mouth over to the tip and swallowed the entire length of my cock in one go, making me gasp as I felt myself hit the back of her throat.

Without even pausing, she began to bob her head up and down and started sucking me off in earnest while one of her hands pumped my shaft and the other massaged my balls.

I was just left standing there as I immersed myself in the pleasure before I felt my climax hit me.

I came into the penis sheath but the Trasif continued to jerk me off even while I was cumming.

Holy crap… I can see why the slaves here are considered higher quality…

Heck, I also know why you need to pay a hundred Creas deposit to even get in here now…