That Unique Monster Who Just Got the 'Consciousness' Passive Skill Chapter 183 Whorehouse

Everything was all right.

❮ You have obtained the new Title "Master of Fabrications"! ❯

And I had to start from the very beginning.

After the door opened up, I found the girl and his boy behind it. No wall was in between us anymore. I could already see her, but she saw only then. Our appearances might have been similar: Though I looked a bit older than her, we might have been around the sa age. She stood in the entrance hallway, and I stood at the step of her door. She was a pretty sight, and, from her perspective, I might have been, too—her eyes were lost on for a mont.

When I gave her back her long stare, the maiden looked instantly flustered and averted her eyes.

"Thank you," I smiled. I took a step in, inviting myself inside, then I politely asked about her aunt. I made it sound as though I knew the master of the house, so I had to ask. The young lady made way for , and I noticed she was still noticeably flustered, so I asked about her and her brother's well-being, too.

The lady was as nervous as she was lovely. With short jerky movents, she had an amusing nervous helpless habit. She kept sliding so lost strands of her chestnut hair behind her ear, then let it fall from it again, before repeating the movent all over again. Her eyes kept darting from to the floor, and the young lady managed an answer. Her aunt, her kid brother, and herself were all quite healthy, for the most part.

"Is that so? Well, that's quite good to hear."

That's how the old man would have done it, I thought. Politely, normally, being non-freaky. In her turn, the young lady would treat similarly, and I could get done what I had to do here. In a non-freakish manner. Right, I thought, silently nodding at myself.

Then, I just had to let myself be guided to so sort of guest room or sothing, where I could—

"Y-Young mister!"

Well, I thought, she doesn't have to hurry, but the lady will have to calm down, at so point. Why so flustered?

The kid brother's big curious eyes had been observing for so ti, in the entrance hallway. He blinked repeatedly at . When his sister spoke up, he wrapped it up, grew bored, and ran back off to his soldier toys. His little quick steps rumbled a rough symphony on the floor, and that left and the sister still in the hallway.

I thought of following the kid brother, but then, she repeated it. "Y-Young mister…!" And she was more flustered than before. Noticeably so. Her nervous helpless habit beca more intense, and robotically turned to .

I didn't frown, I politely smiled.

Her hands clutched her ragged robe. Her maturing chest rose as she took a deep breath. Her eyes were glued to the ground, but then, she would take them up and face head-on.

"A-And you… h-how are you…?"

Ah? It was that. I still didn't understand why soone had to act so shy like this.

"D-D-Did you e-enjoy yourself at th-the… w-w-whorehouse…?"

Ah, no, I did understand, actually. I was confused. She asked that question. I thought she just wanted to be polite and ask about my well-being, too, but oh well.

Frozen by a palpable feeling of sha, the young lady stood in front of , and eyed intently again. At first, I was just confused. After a second, I was still confused, but I understood it was as if the young lady was searching for sothing inside of . She searched for sothing she wanted to see. And I would understand the aning of her question later. From what she understood I told her, I had to stop by her aunt's workplace before I ca back to her aunt's place.

Behind her back, I went to a stop. There was enough room for to pass her by, but I gave her so of my ti. It wouldn't be polite not to. So, it was a little weird response, but I turned my back on her without a word, then thought up an answer to her question. I was quick: I picked a copper coin in my pocket, then flipped it. Heads for yes, tails for no. Turning back to her, I put back on my polite smile on my face, nodded, and enthusiastically said "Yes."

"O-Oh… I-I see."

​ I did enjoy myself at the whorehouse. Like a man with a woman. That was sothing people might or might not do. It just so happened that I did.

Well. I flipped a coin because I didn't know what was the right answer to give her. What about the truth? Well, I was soone who constantly lied. Yes or no, then? I couldn't say, so the coin said it for . In the end, I didn't know whether the coin had done right or not. After my yes, the young lady might have initially looked a bit disappointed. She winced with a little stony expression. But after her bitter smile, she might have felt a little relieved by my answer. All of that for reasons I ignored.

"W-W-Would you…"

Wasn't she done yet? I tilted my head at her.

"A-And would you do it again, young mister…?"

A laugh escaped —I didn't think it could be so normal to ask other people about such questions—and I nonchalantly flipped a coin again. I got a lucky draw. The coin said Yes again.

That was right. The maiden's bitter smile was wiped off her face, and then, she nodded to herself. "Is that so," she kept repeating, "I see," she said. "Mmm… Sorry to have asked you such weird questions, young mister."

"Ah." So those questions were a bit freakish, after all. Unsure, I asked the young lady as much, and she politely laughed in her hand.

"Of course they are… but I— I had to ask! Co, then, young mister. I couldn't make my aunt's guest… well, yes, you are a guest. The tis are hard, but my aunt says it's in hard tis that being the better versions of ourselves really matters. I couldn't let our guest be neglected."

Her dodgy question might have been the reason why she was acting so flustered, in the end. After it was asked, she grew noticeably calr, and I was settled inside one room.

Not neglecting the guest of the house was the goal here. They could barely not neglect themselves, in their abode, however, so what was the plan here?

I had already been here before. Though it was upstairs, I already saw a sample of the house. While most houses of the lawless area could be called racks, this one could be called a bigger rack. There was room inside, but most of it wasn't touched. The "living room" I was led into was the place where the young lady and her kid brother stayed the first ti I swung by. Outside, the silver moon essentially lit up the nightly streets of the lawless grounds. Inside the bigger rack, it was mostly dark: Aside from the light of an old oil lamp that was held by the lady, there was only one other oil lamp and a few candles, dimly lighting up the living room. Added to the sll of dust and old wood that ruled over the atmosphere, the air unexpectedly scented books and old docunts.