Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Ayame glares at me with a mix of hurt and anger. "Don't call them merchandise."

"Sincere apologies, that was very insensitive of me." I hurry to correct my rude remark.

She sighs, "it's fine, in the end that's the legal term. I just really don't like it."

"Which is completely understandable."

"Master! Good morning!" Blossom shouts energetically, after which she jumps out of the bed and rushes to my side. Seems like the sleeping beauty woke up just in time to get going.

"Morning, Pupcake." I begin to stroke her hair gently and she leans into my touch amidst happy giggles.

"Ugh, don't you start hugging and kissing all over again or we will never get to leave." My noble samurai quickly reproaches us. She is right in both that I was about to indulge myself in my Blossom once again and that we would indeed never get to leave Aldoria if it were up to the two of us horny miscreants.

I take a moment to examine my new clothes. They are nothing extraordinary, simple linen items, but they are plenty good enough for me. "I'm quite surprised that you managed to find fitting clothes in such a short time window, Ayame."

"I found a shop that specializes in selling attire for big people, so it wasn't that difficult. That being said, don't let your new figure get to your head because you are not the only tall person in the world, Quinlan. And before you ask, no, sadly they don't sell armor."

Damn. I was hoping to get a replacement swiftly. It sucks that I only got to use my Rare rarity gear set once. "Since my armor is useless we should return it and try to get a full refund, or at least a partial one. Can I leave that to you, Ayame? If they see me bring it back after growing so much they will certainly ask questions."

"Sure. If I come back only to see you two humping like rabbits again I will get mad."

"Don't worry, mom, I will ask around for ways to rent a carriage in the meantime."

She only scoffs in response.

"Wait, before you go, let me examine the new difference in our height. Blossom, stand next to Ayame."

"Okay!" My still buck-naked girl responds cheerily.

"What do you mean?" Ayame looks at me perplexed. "Also, how about you dress up first, Blossom? A lady shouldn't showcase her assets so openly. I also bought clothes for you, they're in my bag."

"Don't let such minute stuff bother you, Ayame. As for your question, I always wanted to measure your heights and now that I've grown almost a head taller I also want to compare how different it feels to be next to you two. Please take off your boots to make it fair." I say and begin to take mine off as well.

She sighs but obliges. By this point in our relationship Ayame seems to have realized that it's easier to entertain my curiosity than to have me bother her throughout the entire day.

"Straighten your backs." The two ladies do as told, though one is certainly more eager than the other. Her tantalizing melons jump up and down with the sudden motion which stirs my precious dragon in its lair but I suppress him with all my mental might. It's not his time to shine now.

I then step closer and put one hand on each of their heads. "Hmm…" I begin to measure them with my senses. It's not like I have a proper tool for the job. I then glance at their feet and chuckle. "Blossom, this is not a competition so stop tip-toeing."

My adorable miscreant snaps her head away in embarrassment. If anyone here should be trying to cheat it would have to be my slender warrior, yet she seems perfectly content with her petite stature. I'm happy to see her be so at ease with her body, which is a real achievement many women in her stead would certainly struggle with when the curvaceous blonde bombshell is standing right beside her.

If I'm 200 cm (6'6"), then I would put Blossom (perked-up, excited ears not included) to be around 170 cm (5'6") and Ayame to be a real shortie at 155 cm (5'1"). The gap between the two of us is a rather comical sight when I'm standing this close to her, I wouldn't be surprised if people start mistaking her for my daughter.

However, her distinctly Asian features might deter such assumptions from occurring.

After announcing the results I move on to the second item on my agenda. "Alright, now it's time to measure weight."

"Is this really necessary right now?!" My petite samurai seems rather annoyed at me for some reason.

"Of course it is."

Blossom steps forward first, her tail swishing playfully behind her as she stands expectantly.

I kneel down, wrapping my arms around Blossom's waist and lift her effortlessly into my arms. Her body is a testament to voluptuousness, with plump assets that draw the eye and a slender waist that accentuates her extremely generous curves. She's not fat by any means, though. I would even venture to state that she is on the athletic, muscular side of the scale.

As I lift her, my face inadvertently becomes enveloped in her soft, warm breasts, which makes my heart race and my brain become heavily confused, but I focus on the task at hand and with sheer willpower I once again force my dragon back to its peaceful slumber.

"I would estimate you to weigh around 59 kilos (130 pounds)." I state my final verdict.

Next up is Ayame, who approaches with a mixture of reluctance and tiredness. It's barely dawn yet, if she is already this exhausted she should've just slept for a while. Though, to be fair, the bed might've been rather shaky during that time frame… "I suppose it's my turn," she says with a small sigh, acceptance evident in her voice.