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Technically, they were not his slaves. Futarou was very definite on this point. In fact, by definition, he insisted, they couldn’t be slaves, because he didn’t want them to be his slaves. He might have started it but he was in no way the one keeping it going. As far as Futarou was concerned, he was simply sharing a house with five sisters. Who all called him ‘Master.’ And wore slave collars around the house. And who would bow and submit to his every request—or at least endure the punishment if they did not. But the point is, it was voluntary. Technically, it was all Nino’s idea. “Look, we all had a mind-blowing weekend, right? I’m willing to bet we’re all keen to keep on with Futurou-sama,” she’d said, in the post-graduation party at the penthouse. “We already were.” Ichika said, a wry grin spreading across her mouth. “If I’m remembering right. I mean, all of us were trying to