My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“Scary! Meanie! Jerk! Baka!” The little girl was punching my chest while crying.

My exuberance and excitement and been instantly dashed. See, this was why the naming of this world was a joke. This was supposed to be a zombie queen, not a zombie toddler. Even when I had prepared myself, I hadn’t prepared for this. I was standing on the chandelier once again while holding a loli who was throwing abusive language at me.

Her hair was silver and her eyes were red. Her skin was white, paler than even Miki. Other than that, nothing would indicate that she was a zombie. Other than being a bit cold to the touch, she had no indicator that she was some powerful boss from the Deep.

I had been preparing myself for a backlash after grabbing her, but the backlash ended up being her crying and pounding on my chest. Somehow, this felt worse than if she had used some kind of ultimate weapon. As for the zombies below, they were all looking up at her, but they had stopped their attack and weren’t trying to save her either.

“Oi… stop hitting me.”

“Bully! Dummie! Tall fleshy human!”

“Will you stop!” I tried to cover her mouth in irritation.

What? It wasn’t like she needed to breathe or something.

Chomp!

She bit my hand. I was fortunate that I had a strong disease resistance. She didn’t even get through the skin. Besides, this wasn’t one of those situations were being bit by a zombie made you turn into a zombie. Although, she was a zombie queen. Just to be sure, I cast Cure Disease and then tried to pull her off. She didn’t come off.

“Hey! Let go!”

She looked up at me, but her eyebrows lowered in a challenge. Her teeth remained unmoved. I shook my hand, but her head went with my hand. I let go of her. Once she fell, I was planning to grab her again, but the fright of falling twenty feet would show her. Yet… her body didn’t move. She hung there, not even using her feet or hands, her teeth still clamped on my hand.

“Hey! Get off! Get off my hand! Get off my hand!”

“Grrrr… Grreee… Ggmmmm…” She growled as she hung from my hand.

Her jaw strength was shockingly powerful. “Alysia!”

I lifted my hand. If she didn’t want to come off, I’d chop her off. Rather than the feel of a hilt, I felt a hand grabbing mine. I looked up to see Alysia had materialized her human form. She raised an eyebrow at me, and I couldn’t help but blush slightly. Maybe I was getting a bit carried away.

The zombie queen glanced at Alysia with interest, but when I tried to pull my hand away, her eyes darted back to me and she growled again. Was this a zombie queen or was this a dog? I had already attempted Relax on the girl several times, but she didn’t let go at all. This is why slaves were better. I could just use Enslavement on her. Then, I could make her do whatever I want.

What? I wasn’t the bad guy here! She started it!