How I Tame My Valkyrie Harem-Chapter 144: The Milf Demon Joined My Party
The dust had settled around us. Lying right in front of me was the Demon I had summoned, one of my hands groping her large chest. The woman on the ground looked defenseless, as if I were about to do something to her right then and there.
I was truly surprised by how similar she was to what I had imagined. Every aspect of the Demon had been shaped by my will. That was why I was staring at her so dumbfounded.
"Ahem!" I heard Sarah’s annoyed throat-clearing, drawing my attention.
All the dust cloud caused by the crystal’s explosion had already dispersed, and two meters away, my five Valkyries were looking at me, their expressions filled with anger and disgust.
"I know you’re a pervert, but you could at least wait a bit before trying something on her," Sarah said, clearly annoyed by me groping the demon girl.
"We didn’t have sex last night, so maybe it triggered his pervert instincts," Diane said thoughtfully.
"But he had so much fun in the dungeon... Could it be that our Rick is really that insatiable?!" Alicia asked, genuinely surprised.
Justine gave me a cold stare while holding Erina by the collar.
"Rick~," said the girl with the messy bun, "if you want to grab my boobs, you can grab mine—"
"Shut up!" said the girl with glasses.
"Hey, hey!" I said to them. "You’re getting it wrong! This was just an accident!"
Their expressions only worsened, as if none of them believed I was in such a lewd position by pure chance. Not even Alicia, who had gone through one of my past mistakes, believed me.
’It can’t be... am I really such a horny dog?’ I asked myself.
"Rick," Justine called my name, and I could see a vein popping near her temple.
"Yes..." I said hesitantly.
"If you’re not doing it on purpose, could you step away from the demon and, I don’t know—STOP GROPING HER BREAST?!" my Sage scolded me.
I hadn’t realized it, but my hand hadn’t let go of the Demon’s chest, unconsciously squeezing her tit from time to time. When I noticed this, I got off her and gave her space so she could stand up.
The Demon before our eyes was a little shorter than me, around 1.80 m (5’11"), and wore a black dress. Her curves were well defined by her clothes, both her ample ass and her baby feeders highlighted by a deep neckline.
The demon girl had pink hair and eyes, and despite her outfit, she carried herself with a modest and polite demeanor, along with a beautiful, warm smile.
When I created her, I imagined filling something that was missing in my harem, and the image of a beautiful and gentle milf seemed perfect for that role. But I wasn’t able to give complete instructions, so I couldn’t fully convey everything I wanted her to be—for example, the type of demon she would be or even her name.
To better understand her, I activated my Tamer Appraisal on her.
[
Name: ???
Level: 1
Monster: Demonic Slime
Title: Valkyrie
Master: Richard Forster
Health: 70 points
Mana: 50 points
Strength: 2 points
Defense: 5 points
Magic: 3 points
Agility: 2 points
Status Points: 0 points
]
’A Demonic Slime? I don’t remember reading about that creature,’ I asked my personal assistant. ’Aren’t slimes weak creatures that don’t pose any challenge even to the most beginner adventurers?’
’Normal slimes, yes,’ Brandish replied. ’Since you didn’t properly define the type of Demon, she ended up becoming a random one. But don’t worry, she’s not as weak as the slimes you usually find around.’
’If you say so,’ I replied, though I still didn’t know what to expect from my milf Demon.
She seemed a bit restless, her hands clasped at her waist. I was somewhat lost when it came to the etiquette between demons and their summoners, but since she didn’t say anything, I took the initiative.
"Welcome to this world!" I said pompously, as if I were some big shot. "I am your master, Rick, and these are my wives. From now on, we will count on your help."
"Understood, Master Rick. And what should I call myself?" she asked.
"That’s right, you’re missing a name. I think Camula is a good name for you," I replied to my new servant.
The system automatically updated her name.
[
Name: Camula
Level: 1
Monster: Demonic Slime
Title: Valkyrie
Master: Richard Forster
Health: 70 points
Mana: 50 points
Strength: 2 points
Defense: 5 points
Magic: 3 points
Agility: 2 points
Status Points: 0 points
]
Camula gave me a bow and said respectfully, "I feel honored to serve you, Master. I will dedicate my life to protecting you—eh?"
"And you all," I said, addressing my Valkyries, "Camula is a Demonic Slime, and she’s now a new member of our party, so take good care of her, got it?"
"Yes," almost all of them said in unison, except for one.
Erina moved silently toward Camula until she stood right in front of her.
"Is there a problem?" Camula asked uneasily, but my Marksman didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on her bazoombas.
But Erina wasn’t angry about her breasts; she seemed more fascinated, like a scientist analyzing the results of an experiment. Then, out of nowhere, Erina grabbed Camula’s breasts, holding one in each hand.
"Ahn~" Camula moaned instantly.
Erina had an impressed expression on her face. "Incredible. They’re bigger than Justine’s—no, even bigger than Diane’s."
As she said that, a figure rushed past me at high speed toward my marksman. For a moment, I thought Justine had fired a lightning bolt at Erina, but it was just her running up to the girl and flicking her on the head.
"Ouch! It hurts!" Erina cried in pain.
"You deserved it," Justine said sharply.
I was about to comfort Erina when I noticed Diane abruptly turn toward the trees nearby.
"Diane?"
"Rick, we have company," she told us, and at that moment, the other girls moved into combat positions.
"Some kind of monster?" I asked, but I was surprised when Camula answered instead.
"No, Master. If it were a monster, I would be able to tell. It doesn’t seem to be a wild animal either." A mischievous smile formed on her face. "No, judging by the killing intent, it seems more like..."
She didn’t even need to finish. From behind the trees, ragged men stepped out. Some carried swords, others wielded scythes, and one of them held an iron chain with a ball the size of a head at its end.
"Fufufu," Camula let out a small laugh, clasping her hands with a smile on her lips. "It seems I was right. They’re just humans."
I looked at the bandits slowly approaching, some of them casting lewd glances at my women. Using my Tamer Appraisal, which can measure the status of any living being, I noticed that their stats were quite low—low enough that even Diane and Erina, who had just become Valkyries, could take them on. Maybe if Alicia joined them, they could win. But compared to me, Sarah, and Justine, those thugs were no more than cockroaches.
I drew my sword, more bored than angry. I was thinking about leaving my Valkyries out of this fight and taking down these bandits by myself, which, with my current stats, would be a walk in the park. But one of them stopped me.
"Master," Camula said, placing a hand on her chest with a slight bow, "may I take care of getting rid of this trash for you?"
The words of the Demon at my side reached the bandits.
"Who are you calling trash, you bitch?" one of them said angrily.
"Ah, my apologies," Camula said with a smile. "I shouldn’t say that. Your deplorable appearance is an insult to ’trash.’ Perhaps calling you vermin would be more appropriate."
Their eyes fixed on Camula, their attention and hostility now fully directed at her.
"You’re going to regret that," the bandit holding a sword said in a threatening tone.
If Camula was this confident, then maybe it was a good idea to test her abilities—not only in judging enemies, but also in combat.
"Permission granted, Camula."
"Aah~" She looked very happy with what I said, her hands clasped together as she praised me. "Thank you, Master. I promise I won’t betray your trust."
Camula walked calmly toward the bandits, barefoot, as the criminals surrounded her. Their malicious smiles showed they were underestimating her, while the girl maintained a serene expression on her face.
"Prepare to die, you bitch!" The bandit she had traded insults with earlier rushed toward her, his sword aimed at her neck.
"Oh my, for a worm, you certainly have quite a filthy mouth," she said calmly. "But you’re also quite an idiot."
Before the edge of his blade could even touch Camula, her form dissolved. It was as if her body had turned into a dark, viscous liquid.
"Miasma," I muttered.
