That Time I Got Sent to Another World Where All of the Girls Are Super Hot and Super Into Me Because I Am Super Strong and Have Very Powerful Abilities that God Gave to Me Because Me and Them Were Friends When I Was in Grade School and God Is Actually A Loli Who is Also in Love with Me Because I Am A Super Epic Person Who Will Defeat The Demon Lord Who Threatens The Entire World but the Demon Lord Actually is in Love With Me and the Demon Lord is a Super Hot Busty Babe Who is Actually Just Trying to Get My Attention Because I Have a Cellphone That Can Contact the Internet and Can Get Anything Shipped To Me Within 2 Days But I Barely Need It Because I Am Actually the Most Strongest Guy Alive Because I Have Super Strong Powers Like Being Able to Lift Your Mom Really Easily Which is Nearly Impossible Because Your Mom is So Fat But is Actually A Secret Anime Busty Babe Who is Really into Me Because I Am Super Cool and Better Than Your Dad Because He is Super Lame Which I Am Not:

Log 1.12: That time I was reincarnated into another world and decided to shop for allies

I followed Dick Bastardly deeper into the Thrall*Mart. I was a bit excited to get a new ally, but I still wasn't really sold on this whole 'slavery' thing.

"I'm not really sold on this whole 'slavery' thing," I told Dick Bastardly. "Isn't it kind of... evil?"

The [Slave Tycoon] laughed in response, flames wreathing his horns and souls of the damned billowing out from his mouth as he exhaled gouts of dark smog. He turned to me with a reassuring smile.

"Do I look evil to you? Slavery is great! It's good for the economy. A lot of the time, you have to pay workers, but with a slave, you don't have to pay them. That means you can sell things for cheaper, and everybody wins!"

I nodded. He had a good point. I didn't know much about economics, but I had no reason to doubt him.

"But... what about the slaves?" I asked. "If they don't have any money, they can't buy things. Are they happy like that? The greeter at the door looked miserable!"

Dick Bastardly glanced back at the greeter, who was turning to watch us with tired disinterest.

"What, Laura?" he asked. "She's not a slave. She just works here."

I looked over to Laura, who gave a nod and an iconic ironic "I'm fucking dead inside" double-thumbs-up.

"But... why..." I asked, gesturing to her haggard appearance.

"Never worked retail, have you, kid?" Laura chuckled.

The [Slave Tycoon] led me further into the shop, away from his surly employee. He gestured to a busty anime elf girl in a cage, who was huddled in a corner and clutching her knees as she played a harmonica mournfully.

"The [Slaves] are perfectly happy!" He clenched his hand into a fist, his eyes glowing red. The iron collar around the slave's neck flashed red, and she suddenly went rigid.

"SLAVE!" He growled, "THIS IS A COMMAND: SAY THAT YOU ARE HAPPY."

The elf waifu looked up at me with a wide smile, her eyes wide and trembling with tears of what was probably joy.

"I'm happy," she said between sobs.

I let out a sigh of relief. That was good! I was worried about the state of slaves, but if she said she was happy, that was reassuring to me. I resolved not to think about it for the time being.

"Let's get to that [Doggirl Companion]!" I said, full of pep and vim.

"Slow the step on your pep," Dick said, "Why settle for just the one [Slave] when you could have up to, or more than two [Slaves]?"

I was so shocked I became a still-frame with a lighting bolt background filter, and gasped internally. I hadn't even considered that option! Maybe it might be a good idea to look at some of these other slaves as well!

Seeing my interest, Dick let out a low, friendly cackle, and sidled closer to me.

"So, what sort of [Slave] are you in the market for?"

In confusion, I held up the coupon towards him.

"No, no, I know that much. I mean, what do you plan on using your slave FOR?" he asked, ending his sentence in a preposition for the second time in a row.

"Oh," I ohed. I hadn't considered that! What sort of things did you do with a [Slave], anyways?

"What sort of things do you do with a [Slave], anyways?" I asked, out loud.

"Oh, all sorts of things," he explained. "You can use them for hard labor, or for cleaning. A lot of people hire on party members to fight and die in pitched battle." He leaned in close and gave me a conspiratorial wink, a golden star spiraling out of his eye as he did so. "And of course, you can use slaves for more... intimate uses."

I gasped, blushing furiously. Did he mean what I thought I meant?

"Y-y-you mean, I can... can... do anything with them?"

"Anything!" he smiled.

"E-even... f-f-f-hold their hand?"

He stared at me and opened his mouth to speak, then closed it for a moment before opening it again.

"Yes."

OH

MY

KAMIKO!

My mind was reeling! I hadn't even considered that as a possibility! I was planning on just having my [Slaves] commit murder at my command (but only against bandits, ugly monster humanoids, people who belong to one of the bad religions that worship devils, and soldiers of foreign nations, of course!). I hadn't even considered using them for my own personal happiness. A whole world had opened up to me.

Back in my world, I had never even talked to a girl that wasn't related to me or Kamiko who I am discounting entirely for the purposes of the narrative. Even when I had to buy something from a female teller, I thought what'd I'd do is just pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes, and I'd pantomime what I wanted, or just panic and shoplift it. This would be my first time interacting with a girl for real, and I didn't even have to worry about her being rude! This was great!

I looked around a bit at the slaves on display. "Are all of them hot busty anime babes?" I asked.

"No," he replied, "Only most of them. We have plenty of hot non-busty anime babes as well. We also have a couple of male slaves."

He gestured towards one of the cages, where a built man wearing nothing but a kerchief on his head and a star-spangled spandex was dancing and posing. He did a half-turn towards me and flexed a beefy arm, instantly filling me with feelings of deep inadequacy and no-homo 'miring.

"I... don't think I want a male [Slave]." I told him.

"Understandable," Dick Bastardly nodded, leading me towards the back. "For now, let's get you your [Doggirl Companion], then. We can decide what other slaves you might like after, yes?"

I nodded, and followed him, excited to finally find my hot new busty anime [Doggirl Companion]! This was going to be great! Finally, we came to a cage that for the purposes of setting a scene was all alone in a spotlight at the end of the room, in defiance of verisimilitude.

I gasped a gasp as I looked inside of the cage and saw a very cute hot anime Doggirl (TL Note: Doggirl means ビッチ) sitting inside! She had:

Feature Size Shape Color Style Amount Hair Waist-length Spaghetti Brown Loose Ponytail Several thousand Eyes What big eyes you have Wide and happy, bags under Green Vertical slit 2 Skin Normal Body Light olive Firm One (1) body Bust B-Cups (32D) Perky Unknown Unknown 2 Waist Slim Toned Pale Abs 6 Hips Big Runner Unknown Don't lie 2 Height 5'7" Bipedal What Human See Size Body Tall and slim Slightly built Light olive Yes One Teeth What big teeth you have Human w/ fangs White Fang-tan 32 Ears What big ears you have Floppy dog / regular Brown / pale Dog / human 4 Nose Petite Human button nose Who nose Button 1 Eyebrows Short Shiba Inu Brown Hikimayu 2

Wow! She was a beautiful bishoujo (TL Note: Bishoujo means beautiful girl)! But... even so...

"I'm not sure if I want this one," I said. "She is a hot anime babe, but she isn't a hot busty anime babe." I noted, indicating her completely average bust size with a wave of my hand. "I need more adjectives if I'm going to have them in my party."

Dick Bastardly chuckled sagely. "Oh, my young stupid son of a bitch," he mused, "It's not about the tits on the outside, but about the tits on the inside."

My mind was blown again, again. I hadn't even considered that before. It was difficult for me to conceive of other people as having thoughts and feelings. I'd have to get around to leveling up my [Theory of the Mind Basics] skill, but that could wait until it presented some kind of benefit in the middle of a tough fight.

"Why don't we try and talk to her first, hm?" Dick Bastardly asked, leading me over to the cage.

"Gulp!" I said, and then swallowed nervously. I was really going to t-t-t-talk to a girl? I braced myself as I was led over to the cage.