"Young Master. Please don't send away. I'll definitely satisfy you."
It was only natural for a prostitute who received orders from a noble to not dare disobey. Once they got involved with nobles—especially high-ranking ones like the Razanov family—they could only resign themselves to their fate.
"If soone forced you, you don't need to worry. The person who ordered you to approach won't be able to do anything to you from now on. You can relax."
"W-What do you an, Young Master?"
"Don't play dumb. When I'm still speaking nicely, don't argue."
The woman tilted her head. However, it wasn't long before she furrowed her brows instead. Her eyebrows knitted together as if she was annoyed by sothing.
"Why is it like this?" the woman muttered softly.
If Lev were his past self, he wouldn't have been able to hear what the woman said—even now, he couldn't hear her muttering, but Lev could read her lips and understand what she was saying.
The woman's eyes, which had previously looked confused, now returned to normal. Not only that, but her eyes also narrowed slightly, as if she had found a resolution. Surprisingly, she opened her mouth and said, "Ah," as if she had realized sothing.
"I-I'll serve you well tonight, Young Master."
The woman approached and hugged Lev tightly.
Her strong push forced Lev's body backward, crashing into the door and entering the only room on the top floor of Dreamhouse Brothel.
After entering the room, she guided Lev's hand to her chest. The large mounds of her breasts could be felt by Lev through the sense of touch in his hand. They were soft, supple, and bouncy. But since he was feeling them through the fabric, he couldn't sense it to the fullest.
"You..."
Before Lev could speak, the woman had already removed her veil and tried to lock his mouth with her lips.
***
There were two common paths for those who had created a mana pool.
Physical or Magic.
In short, if you chose to focus on Physical, you had to develop your body. But if you chose to focus on Magic, you had to train your mind.
Generally speaking, won often chose the Magic path. They tended to use their minds more. It could be said that the concept of "won being weaker than n" was no longer applied in this world.
"How could he cancel my magic?"
Madam Fleur, who had gone down to the ground floor, muttered softly.
For soone who had created a mana pool, it was impossible for them to fail to cast spells on soone who hadn't. 'Didn't Young Master Lev not have a mana pool yet?' Although she looked confused, a smile appeared on her face instead.
Madam Fleur stopped thinking. She opened a door disguised as part of the floor. When she lifted it, a staircase leading to the basent was revealed.
Aside from the room on the top floor, Dreamhouse Brothel also had a room in the basent. It wasn't too deep, and the room could be reached by descending just a few dozen steps.
Like most basents, dim candlelight illuminated the corridor. The golden glow of the candles also lit up Madam Fleur's footsteps. Upon reaching one of the basent rooms, Madam Fleur opened the door and entered.
Although the atmosphere along the corridor suggested that the basent was a prison, the room Madam Fleur entered was anything but. It was fully equipped with a bathroom, table, chairs, lamps, and a bed.
Madam Fleur hadn't co to admire the room's beauty. Instead, she was there to et a woman lying on the bed. This woman was the only one labeled as the least attractive woman in Dreamhouse brothel.
The first reason she was considered the least attractive was her body size. She was too fat to et the beauty standards of Dreamhouse Brothel. When she lay face down on the bed, even Madam Fleur had trouble seeing her head.
"Daria!"
Madam Fleur called the woman's na warmly. The formal expression she always showed to Lev was completely gone, replaced by a genuine smile.
"Why are you calling ?"
The woman turned over and replied curtly while scratching her round belly.
The oversized clothes Daria wore were tattered, and her hair was a ss as if she hadn't bathed in ages. Even though the room had a bathroom, she looked more like a prisoner.
Anyone would assu that Madam Fleur had locked Daria in a prison cell, especially given her unattractive appearance. More specifically, people would think that Madam Fleur had thrown her there to let her die at any ti.
But that wasn't the case.
"How long do you plan to stay cooped up here?"
As Madam Fleur said, it was Daria herself who wanted to stay in this room, not Madam Fleur.
"Leave alone here. If I go out..."
Daria stopped speaking.
The room suddenly fell silent. An awkward atmosphere enveloped the two of them.
Madam Fleur rembered the impact of Daria leaving the basent.
Daria had once been asked to go out and entertain guests, but all the guests left imdiately. The room that was supposed to be her workplace beca eerily quiet. All because they saw Daria's appearance.
To be honest, Daria's body resembled a giant snowball, perfectly round. Even when she lay on the bed, it creaked whenever she moved. The sound of the bed cracking could occasionally be heard.
"I didn't actually want you to get involved with the guest who ordered to bring you, but the situation has beco a bit complicated. I had no choice but to bring you to him."
"Hmm. Alright then. I'll go. I'll chase away the person who made Sister Fleur sad."
"Haha. I'm not sad. The problem is, if he leaves just like that, I'll be in trouble too... But I have a little hope for that guest."
"I don't understand what you an. Do I just need to go there?"
"Yes."
Daria got up from her bed, causing a loud thud. Even the floor where she stepped vibrated slightly.
"By the way, Sister Fleur, why do you always use such an ordinary face?"
"It's better to appear ordinary than to attract unwanted attention."
Madam Fleur smiled aningfully as she responded to Daria's question.
On the other hand, Daria just scratched her head, a sign that she was still confused by Madam Fleur's reasoning.
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