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Ball Chained Accountant 2 - or ‘This is not my finest Isekai opportunity, living as the new Dark Lords’ Henchman’ (Seeds of Chaos, Accountant!SI)

Getting an assistant is not something that outrageous of a request as the lands we were conquering were increasing exponentially and thus I couldn’t exactly be the one handling the economy.

I needed manpower, but I needed the kind of manpower that was built on acceptable morals, neutral disposition and a general lack of interest for more than this job offered- and the one that fit the bill was someone I met while dealing with the Goblins’ colonization.

A lone wanderer, someone that was bathed by darkness and that had long accepted dark magic as her sole method of survival and growth. At first glance, Amani was a simple demon that had quite the unorthodox appearance but… she had her own secrets.

And her own weaknesses such a dull naivety that made her both interesting, frustrating and, all in all, amusing to interact with. She was curious, almost like Cliohna, but with a less cynical sense of things. Hence why she was more than happy to accept my offer to be my student and assistant.

To the twins, Amani didn’t look much. Her power was impressive, but she lacked ambition and due to her role she was seen more like a positive addition than anything else.

I taught her a few things in the ensuing two weeks, making sure to educate her on what she was missing when it came to numbers, but also coach her in using magic in a flexible and more controlled manner.

Amani was earnest, as shown through some ‘emotional outburst’ at being taught new things. Earnest and dedicated and, slowly but surely, growing loyal to me and not as much with our overlords.

I didn’t bring her to my plans, not yet as she had other things to handle first and didn’t wish to overwhelm her with this topic just yet. And during the two weeks, I was getting quite confident that my plans of rebellion had gone under radar due to other affairs unfolding.

The capture of the nearby keep had alarmed the Kingdom’s main capital and mobilized a fair amount of troops to stop our advance. Looking at what we were facing through what the spies we had trained and sent to gain intel on our foes, the army mustered was roughly in the small hundreds. The reason why it was so relatively small was that the war with the Dark Lord had already drained the kingdom’s reserves by a fair margin, thus leaving only a small professional army to be mobilized from the Royal Guards.

The royal administration wasn’t planning to demand vassals to work on the matter. Not until this got out of hand, of course- which is why this reminds me of the duality of my situation.

It is convenient for me to weaken my current bosses, but it would be bad if it happened within the circumstance where I can’t defend myself once I am through with them. At this point, the post-rebellion plan relied on me taking over and introducing more freedoms to the Empire itself rather than just ‘leave’.

I could technically bail, but I was branded a criminal for working with Jezera and Andras, so that was going to be enough to have either them or their descendants hunt me down for my backstabbing. I needed to deal with them both at once, eliminate their legacy and then make sure no loyalists dared to come for my ass.

But for now, it was time to build more to expand the income. The colonization project was already producing big results as the income had increased twice to what I had predicted due to the relocation of funds from a more active garrison back to the coffers.

And that money was used to expand the library, create a ‘monster den’ where monstrous creatures could be tamed and recruited, and also upgrade the barracks to keep more troops and equipment. Services were also improved to elevate the castle’s morale and make the army more willing to fight for the twins.

In the span of two more weeks, the Castle Bloodmeen had regained a fair lot of its former glory, but, at the same time, some things were shifted into ‘better things’. The sewer system had to be fixed from time to time, but now it was perfected as to not allow any filthy smell to protrude in any of the rooms, not even those located in the dungeon.

With things going as smooth, I finally decided to ask the one thing that I had been holding onto to avoid any suspicions.

“You wish to… see the land?”

“I would like to go through a survey of the land within the inner fief. It is my opinion that more arable terrain can be worked and expanded- perhaps more villages built,” I reasoned calmly, then turning to Andras. “There is also the issue I presented about the barracks. The castle can allow so much for the main barracks, and I wish for more camps to be built outside to have a greater yield of recruitment.”

Andras was a very reasonable individual if you know how to talk to him. He didn’t like being bossed around, refused in some situations that could go sexual or bored with non-military stuff.

So, I had to convince him in a way different from Jezera during all those times I had to present a big project by highlighting the boons that could lead to his big army. Jezera looked a bit reluctant but conceded to my point and allowed me to leave with… an appropriate group of guards made of orcs.

I didn’t mind, I genuinely needed the fresh air and Amani had been quite curious on going through a stroll beyond the portal. When we arrived, we were greeted by a bountiful land that looked hardly as territory owned by demons. The trees, the grass, the sweet air and the great blue sky.

I may have been a guy that loved living indoors most of my existence, but being forced into quite the oppressive place that is Castle Bloodmeen put on perspective how much I actually want to ‘go outside and touch grass’ from time to time.

Plus, I couldn’t exactly rely on others surveying the land when the reports are so scarce at times. We needed more insight- personal insight at that. Amani had her notes out, scribbling down what she was finding interesting and inquiring on the things she had to look up when it comes to ‘fertile plots’.

I gave her a bit of a rundown on what could be considered as much and then proceeded to spend roughly four hours walking around and noticing sixteen, maybe seventeen potential plots to field more farmers to work to produce new wheat and other products of the land.

If we were lucky enough, the production harnessed through this land could ultimately allow us to send any surplus in the Demon Realm and create a new luxury product that wasn’t as common there as it was in the Six Realms.

Still, while we were busy with this task, I couldn’t help but notice that Amani was getting progressively more sweaty and heated up. With that kind of outfit, I wasn’t that surprised but I refrained from bringing this up until Hour 3.

“We will get back home soon,” I proclaimed, deciding against engaging in any quarrel over her capacity to go through the task or not, and I smiled as I saw Amani sighing in relief at the news.

Once we were back, I told her we would enjoy a bit of a break to wash since we were both fairly worked up by how hot the sun was. I didn’t think much when I said this, but I remembered too late that Amani and I had a bit of an agreement for bathing.

Since she wasn’t comfortable with sharing the bath with Succubi and other individuals, I offered for her to use my own personal bath whenever she needed it so she didn’t have to worry about it.

When I entered the bathroom and started to change, I was surprised to hear her soft steps calmly shift around as she put her clothes on the side by the entrance and then walked in without a care. I blinked, tempted to reach her and say that I would enter after she was done but… I was caught up by something else.

If before I had been quite sure Amani’s own plight with the hot sun was her fur and clothes, I was soon aware that one of her secrets, the thing that had made her so reluctant to be seen by others she didn’t trust was… was her hairy shortstacked frame.

I was stunned by the sight, realizing that’s why she got hit so heavily by the sun and-

“Master, are you… fine with me being here?”

Was that unease? Her face didn’t show, but I could tell that she was feeling awkward due to the staring.

“Not really but… Amani?”

“Y-Yes?” The nervousness had doubled.

“You know that keeping that much hair on your groin and your armpits can lead to you developing some illness, right?”

The girl paused a bit, perhaps not expecting that question and then… frowning in surprise.

“Really? You can get sick from this?”

“Well, if you don’t take care of your body to an extent, demon or not, you are going to get a few issues in the long run,” I reasoned, deflecting the lewd circumstance with genuine concern. “If you want, I can give you my shaving crystal.”

The girl perked, looking quite intrigued by this turn of events and then nodding. I went back to pick a mirror from my room and put it in front of her as she sat down. Amani was still tense, but focused her attention on what I was telling her as she slowly operated the magic device that Cliohna gave me when I mentioned a need to shave some hair.

It worked for facial hair, armpits’ hair, and even pubic hair in case there was a need of some trimming to avoid the underwear getting too stuffy under too much heat. My assistant slowly worked up to get herself properly cleared out of any bushes she had and… she was smiling at the end result.

“I remember when I had a similar problem in keeping up with that. It’s a pain to keep track of it, but you’ll get accustomed to it if you put in the effort.”

A nod, and the delight saw this lewd scene turn into something that I… I have to say I didn’t expect it. It could have gone very lewd and, to an extent, really well for us. But the build-up didn’t feel right- it didn’t feel deserved. I just followed her to the fairly large tub and we went through our individual cleaning up duties.

After that, I did help with her hair but that was as much as I was willing to touch for her. She didn’t show it, but the way she walked slightly faster and the soft hum mustering by her throat as we went back to work told me that she was happy with the outcome.

I may have not gotten myself my own sex scene with a cute shortstack assistant as it would happen in any lewd world such as this one, but I could tell this made the difference and was going to expand on our relationship.

I may be a teacher and she was my student, but that didn’t mean I was going to abuse that relationship and I was going to let her know what this could get once she feels ready for it.

Today, I told myself in my mind that very moment, was a very good day to have a subordinate.

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“They didn’t do it…?”

Jezera’s surprised tone was met with calm by the only other occupant in the room. As the matriarch of the Succubi serving the twins, X-Zaratl was a bit of an oddball when it came to romances- especially those that, by all means, offered her no logic to work with.

It was clear Jezera lusted after her target, such a flimsy accountant, but she had to admit that there was some merit to wanting more from the clever young man.

As a woman that had years to expand her work and let her faction prosper despite the troubles they had to go through due to their affiliation to the old Dark Lord’s faction after her mother passed away in this effort, X-Zaratl was good at getting a character’s personality right.

And through her own awareness of the matter, she could tell that John Bukharin was as much of a magical anomaly as he was a difficult man to bend to debauchery. Which made for a formidable opponent and one that she was curious to see how ‘resilient’ was before the sight of her peculiar gifts.

Considering his interesting reaction to seeing a delicious cocksleeve in the making, the matriarch had been quite confident he would have done something- not much sex, but foreplay at least.

But no, nothing. In fact, he showed concern and care in a manner that made X-Zaratl… wonder what kind of man he really was. Cold and unforgiving, deeply rooted in logic and yet willing to take what many would call crazy plans to get his whims done with confidence.

In a way, she could see why Jezera liked the man. He was stubborn and smart, but also vicious and ruthless with his retaliations through how he handled some of his forced manners.

He wasn’t maximizing profits when he clearly could, and that was something she doubted Jezera had noticed. Did X-Zaratl tell Jezera any of that and got the man punished? No. Why? Well, that was complicated.

As Jezera leaned back, groaning and pondering the next plan to have her target mellowed to surrender to her, the matriarch thought of approaching the young man himself and test him. If not sexually, at least to gauge his personality before a circumstance that could really go sexual due to a willing partner, herself.

“Do you think I should approach him? Tease him myself?”

X-Zaratl hummed and shrugged. “I think you should dare what you’re comfortable with, but it’s clear this man is not a simple one and the lack of magical pressure to coax him your way does present a challenge.”

“Then I guess I should do that, yes…”

“And maybe be nice with him.”

That additional comment warranted a frown from the Demoness. “Nice?”

“I don’t mean behaving like a silly maiden, but perhaps put him on the edge by being… unexpected with your behavior. Make him suspect and wonder, while keeping the sweetness as a simple tool for teasing.”

Jezera quietly thought of this, then smiled as her eyes burned with power.

“That would do… I can see it, yes!”

X-Zaratl almost giggled at the oddly warm smile on Jezera’s face. This was the first time she acted so silly and it made her heat up down below as she felt her tent getting pushed aside and-

“I think I will leave you to your plans then. I suspect that I may need to… wash too due to how gorgeous of a toy that assistant of his will eventually be~.”

Jezera just nodded, unaware that her target may soon get a little visit and a chance to visit the option known as Anal.

Unknown to X-Zaratl, her new prey may not be keen to be the subject to what she had in mind to do.

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AN

Prevented loods! But next time, a power play will happen. The Accountant vs. the Succubus Matriarch, a battle with tools clashing. Literally.