The Case When I Created A Secret Society of Darkness Because I Reincarnated As A Villain, But For Some Reason, It Became My Harem

Chapter 85: Side Story–Slave Girls’ Holiday 2

I was sure of it as I looked at Anna’s, the centaur standing next to me, huge physique.

Her face alone made her a beauty, and her upper is toned and muscular (confirmed in the bath), not to mention her lower body.

“Hey, is there something on my body?”

“Don’t worry.
You don’t have anything on your body.
I just thought you were big.
Can I ride on your back?”

When Anna, the centaur in the same group as my roommate, noticed my gaze, she asked me why I was looking at her horse body, to which I replied.

“I’m glad to hear that… I thought I had a bug on me.”

“Why are you afraid of insects when you have such a big body?”

“For one reason or another, scary things are scary… Also, you can ride, but you’ll have to pay for the fruit juice as a fare!”

“I understand.
You’re totally on point.
So, are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Here I go then.”

I then sat sideways on Anna’s back and called out to my friends that were still getting ready in the room.
At the same sim, Galette, the dragonoid, and Mary, the high elf—I don’t know the difference between an elf and a high elf, but if they say so, it must probably be.
I think they have longer, narrower ears and more translucent skin than other elves.—, came out from inside.

Everyone, including me, was dressed to our heart’s content, and unlike the atmosphere created by the black, cool clothes we usually wear, today’s atmosphere was very festive.

Anna and I were dressed a bit like fashionable town girls in long skirts and shawls that came down to our knees over our innerwear.
You could tell the shawls were made out of a noticeably high-quality fabric from just a look, and it compared to what I was wearing before I fell into slavery.

Galette dressed like a man, and Mary wore a green and white dress, both in the image of their races, dragonoid and high elf.

Well, I might say that I am dressed in the image of a human, too.

“Oh, Jessica.
So you’re riding on Anna’s back today, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.
I’m buying her a glass of fruit juice in return.”

“I can carry you in my arms like a princess if you like.”

“That’s too embarrassing!”

“Ara-ara, you’re blushing, aren’t you?”

“I was the first one to negotiate on the fruit juice!”

We headed into town with such casual conversation.

Today, we were on holiday.

As slaves, we were still not accustomed to having holidays or receiving all the money we earned from our work, but if we were to receive it, we would like to take advantage of Master’s goodwill and enjoy it.