The sun was about to set.
Five hours. Five goddamn hours of traveling. Well, traveling while hiding to be accurate.
Sneaking through bushes, crawling behind walls, and ducking behind every piece of cover I could find like so criminal on the run.
The guard I bribed had given a specific route. A path that weaved through the academy’s outer zones, bypassing outpost after outpost.
And at the last checkpoint, the outpost head turned out to be that guard’s buddy.
So I walked right through.
Finally, I was standing at my desired spot.
I had a mask in my hand. Bought it from a street vendor on the way. A simple thing that covered the upper half of my face. Good enough.
I put it on and stared at the building before .
Virtue House.
A fancy na for a hooking inn. A place where rich assholes paid premium prices to have won absorb their burdens. Whatever the fuck that ant.
The won here were basically slaves. They did whatever their master commanded. And what exactly did these brilliant nobles do when they had a wet, fruity pussy sitting right in front of them?
They ignored it.
Completely.
Instead, they asked for naked massages. Flirtatious conversations. Entertainnt like making them dance for hours.
And the worst of them? They kissed their lips just for so flavour. While completely ignoring the flavour that the below lips had to offer.
’These morons have been living in a world full of treasure chests and nobody has ever figured out the lock.’
But that’s fine.
Because I was about to pick every single one.
I walked into the inn with my mask on. Inside, a woman sat behind the reception counter. She was the owner of this holy establishnt.
She looked old. Maybe sixties. Wrinkles carved deep into her face. Grey hair tied into a bun.
I had zero business with her body.
But I had plenty of business with her services.
SLAM.
I dropped a bag of five hundred gold coins onto her desk. So spilled out, rolling across the wooden surface.
Her eyes went wide. Her hands started trembling as she stared at the gold leaking from the bag.
"Y-young master!" Her voice cracked with panic. "How can I help you?"
"Bring your top fifty hottest collections."
She blinked. "B-but sir, we only have ten staff mbers at the mont."
I stared at her for a second. Then reached into the bag and grabbed roughly two hundred coins back.
"Fine. Ten’ll do, As long as they have..."
I stopped.
Because a mory surfaced. A very specific, very traumatic mory. The last ti I was in this kind of situation.
That gay whore who trapped . The horror of discovering what shouldn’t have been there between those legs.
’Never again.’
My PTSD kicked in harder than anything.
I grabbed the paper and pen sitting on her desk and started writing.
She watched with growing confusion. "Are you... really still going to take the services?"
"Of course." I didn’t look up. Kept writing. "What’s your na?"
"Pardon?"
"Your na."
"...Rebecca."
I scribbled her na into the final line. Read the whole thing once. Nodded with satisfaction.
"Here." I slid the paper toward her. "Sign it."
She picked it up. Her eyes moved across the text. Then her brows scrunched together so tightly they nearly beca one.
"What is this?"
"A contract." I leaned back casually. "It says, I, Rebecca, if I fail the services our establishnt provides to the custor Eren, if any of our staff gets revealed to have anything other than a Pink Taco down there, I, Rebecca, shall swear my life as a slave to Eren for all eternity."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"What does this an?" She looked at like I had lost my mind. "And what on earth is a Pink Taco?"
"It’s just as written." I folded my arms. "Be true to your services and everything goes right. Try sothing against it and I’ll show you hell."
I paused.
"Oh, and about the Pink Taco." I gestured towards her lower half with a casual flick of my hand. "I an pussy."
Her face went pale.
"And if I find any of your won carrying a rod instead of a taco the mont they remove their undergarnts," I leaned forward with a grin that could curdle milk, "then trust , a rod will haunt you for the rest of your miserable life."
GULP.
She understood. Her hand was shaking as she held the pen. Panicking over sothing she knew couldn’t possibly go wrong. And yet, the certainty in my voice had rattled her to the bone.
She signed. "It’s done, sir."
I pushed the remaining bag of gold coins toward her.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Rebecca."
After so waiting, I was escorted to a master bedroom on the top floor.
And the mont I stepped inside, my eyes went to work.
The sight was sothing to behold.
Ten won. Scattered across the room. So lounging on the bed. So draped over the couch. Others leaning against chairs. All of them chatting among themselves, completely unaware that their world was about to change.
My eyes scanned every face. Every curve. Searching for any impurity. Looking for even one who would make reach for the phrase cover the face and fuck the base. But I found nothing wrong. Not a single one. Each was perfect in her own way.
A blonde sat at the edge of the bed, scratching her toned naked leg lazily.
"Gods," she groaned, "this patron better not want another foot rub."
Beside her, another girl dropped face-first onto the mattress as if the weight of her entire career had finally crushed her.
THUMP.
"Last one made dance for a whole hour."
A third one sat in a chair across the room, pulling up her sheer pantyhose. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing her panties underneath, and she didn’t even bother fixing it.
"At least they didn’t touch you." She adjusted the fabric along her thigh. "Mine just kept kissing and saying be my concubine."
She rolled her eyes so hard they nearly detached from her skull. "You girls don’t know how much I held back from saying brush your teeth first because your breath slls worse than shit."
Then there was another one.
Younger than the rest. Not as busty as the others but she didn’t need to be. She had an hourglass figure that could stop traffic in any world. Tall. Long legs that went on forever.
She was adjusting her red stockings that reached up to her thighs while laughing at what the chair girl had said.
"Trust , that’s still better," she said between giggles. "Unless a man lies naked and tells you to cuddle him." Her laughter died. Replaced by genuine disgust. "You have no idea how revolting it is to see a man’s pathetic little willy."
I grinned behind my mask. ’Disgusting? Dear, I wonder if just seeing one makes you feel like that. I can’t imagine what you’ll do after swallowing one.’
My grin widened.
’Well, they haven’t witnessed the real thing. So obviously they don’t know the worth of it.’
But now my attention had shifted entirely. Those thighs. Those pantyhose. Those stockings. Those asses.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Neither could my beast.
It was already standing tall. Rigid. Pulsing. As if telling , motherfucker, I will reach them before you do.
I removed my clothes. All of them. Piece by piece. Until the only thing that wasn’t naked was my face. The mask stayed on.
Hiding identity behind masks was common among nobles who visited places like this. So it wouldn’t look weird.
I stepped in.
And that’s when they noticed .
All ten pairs of eyes snapped toward the entrance. Their gazes t mine first. Then slowly, inevitably, their eyes traveled downward.
And kept going.
Their jaws dropped. In perfect unison. Like soone had cut the strings holding their mouths shut.
Then they looked back at my face. Then down again. Then back up.
’Priceless.’
anwhile, my target was already locked.
The long-legged one. The hourglass one. The one with the red stockings.
She had no idea what was coming for her.
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