The women I set free are obsessed with me

"Well, well, look who it is! The infamous Karamir, the Slave Hunter with no heart or soul!"

"Good to see you too, Mr. Bolt. I had a feeling you'd be here."

"Of course! Every slave trader worth their salt would be here for the biggest event of the year—the Kingdom's Slave Carnival!"

The Slave Carnival. The largest slave auction in the Kingdom of Trawl, held only once a year. It features an array of rare and unique slaves that can't be found anywhere else. Traders, nobles, and even commoners flock to the event, turning the auction into something of a festival.

"Let me give you an insider tip," Bolt whispered. "They've got a pink goat beastkin on the block this year."

"Is that supposed to be exciting?"

"You must be new to the business if you don't know! The flesh of goat beastkin is unlike anything you've ever experienced—soft, chewy, absolutely irresistible."

"I see…"

"Judging by your lukewarm response, you've never had the pleasure. Well, take this chance to get one! Trust me, once you've had a taste, no other species will ever satisfy you again."

Bolt, with his crude advice, hurried off toward the auction hall, blushing slightly as he disappeared from sight. I shook my head in disbelief.

"Good grief. People like him… They should aspire to be a righteous slave trader, like me."

I sighed, shaking my head, when I accidentally bumped into someone—a muscular woman. The collar around her neck was a clear indication that she was a slave. She had been carrying a bag of groceries, which spilled across the ground from the impact.

Though she was a slave, I didn't care about her status. I apologized politely, as any gentleman would.

"I'm terribly sorry, my lady. I wasn't paying attention."

"What the hell? Do you think an apology is enough? What am I supposed to do now? My master is going to— Wait… black hair, black eyes? No… no, no, no! You're the Slave Hunter, Karamir?!"

"Haha, yes, I've been called that."

Her face turned as pale as a ghost, and she immediately threw herself onto the ground at my feet.

"I'm so sorry for bumping into you! Please, punish me however you see fit, but spare my life!"

"Haha, what kind of gentleman would I be if I trampled a lady?"

"A g-gentleman? Gentleman, gentleman, g-gentleman, no! A-a-ack!"

She began frothing at the mouth and fainted on the spot.

"Hey! Karamir just broke another slave!"

"Didn't he buy a whole bunch of slaves recently? But I don't see any of them with him."

"That's obvious. He probably played with them for a while and then tossed them all away."

"No way. He got rid of all those slaves? No wonder they call him the Slave Hunter. He's one terrifying guy."

People began whispering about me, adding yet another dark chapter to my growing reputation.

A reputation that was, unfortunately, heading in the wrong direction.

It's been a year since I found myself in the body of Karamir, the slave trader. I'd always dreamed of being a good, ethical slave trader. But somehow, I ended up as the "Slave Hunter."

"Where can you find a slave trader as kind as me?"

I grumbled internally. This is so unfair.

The game Tycoon of Slaves, or Taosle for short, is a management simulation where players take on the role of a slave trader and live the high life. It's a type of tycoon game, where the main objective is to buy, raise, and sell slaves for profit.

In Taosle, you purchase slaves, train them, and then sell them at a higher value. With the profits, you can buy more slaves or invest elsewhere. The game allows for various activities, from running a shop with trained slaves to fighting through dungeons with them. And yes, if you have an adult certification, you could even indulge in some more… explicit activities.

The game's world was rich, featuring a variety of different species like elves and beastkin, allowing for a diverse and customizable slave-raising experience. Its wide range of characters and high level of freedom made it quite popular.

But then a bomb dropped that turned the game world upside down—a fatal, self-inflicted one.

One day, the developers released a patch that included an "update"—a 40-year-old elf who looked like a child, playing on the trope of "slow-maturing elves."

An attempt at a "legal loli," using the justification that "though she's an adult by human standards, she's still growing as an elf!" It wasn't long before the update was met with outrage.

The game quickly got caught up in legal troubles related to child protection laws, and before anyone could blink, it was taken down. Rumor had it that the game's developers were even arrested.

All the time I'd spent during my college years playing the game—gone in an instant. All those carefully raised slaves, the daughters I'd grown so fond of, even turning down their advances… all gone.

Naturally, I went on a rampage. I sent furious emails, flooded forums with complaints, and left scathing reviews. But in the end, all that led to was this…

"You've been transported into the game."

And that's how I ended up in the body of Karamir, the infamous slave trader. Broke, penniless, and stuck in the medieval world of the game, I had no choice but to survive.

Luckily, I'd played Taosle so much that I knew many strategies by heart. Unluckily, I had no money to implement any of them. And since this wasn't just a game, I also had to worry about mundane things like food and shelter. So, I found a job at an inn to keep myself alive.

The only silver lining was that I had a full year to prepare for the main event of the game: the Slave Carnival.

The Carnival was essential. If I didn't buy the key slaves from the storyline and raise them correctly, I wouldn't be able to meet the requirement to return to my world: "Liberate all the main slaves."

But gathering enough money in just a year was a monumental task.

I started by taking on small jobs at the inn to save money. With that meager amount, I bought some beastkin slaves, creatures considered to be lowly animals by human standards and often treated poorly. These broken slaves were cheap and ideal for quick profits.

I fed and treated them, raised their value, and then sold them back to their homeland in the Beast Kingdom of Bestia, earning rewards for liberating them. After repeating this process, I slowly accumulated enough money.

By the end of the year, I had saved a small fortune: five thousand gold coins. Enough to buy the first key storyline slave, with some to spare.

But along the way, my reputation had plummeted.

People had started calling me "Karamir, the Slave Hunter."

Why?

The reason was simple. I had bought countless slaves, but not a single one stayed by my side. To others, it looked like I was using them up and discarding them. In reality, I had liberated them, sending them back to their homeland. But of course, no one knew that.

It was fine, though. The beastkin had thanked me as they left. That was enough for me. No one had been truly hurt.

Now, with my preparations complete and a valuable item in hand, it was time to move on to the main episode.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing the end of this year's Slave Carnival, but the excitement is higher than ever!"

The announcer shouted into the magic microphone as the final few slaves were sold off.

By the way, Bolt ended up buying the pink goat beastkin he mentioned earlier—turns out it was a male. His new name? Furry Bolt.

"And before we get to today's main dish, allow me to introduce the appetizer!"

The spotlight clicked on, revealing a young girl standing on the stage.

She was small, barely reaching 150 cm, with wavy hair as dark as the night sky and deep blue eyes. Dressed in little more than rags, her thin limbs indicated she hadn't eaten properly in a long time.

The moment I saw her, information about her flashed before my eyes. I recognized her instantly.

Mirabel, the Abandoned Witch.

She was the first of the main storyline slaves.