The Madam, Whose Blood Pressure Rose Due to a Useless Newbie, Nearly Did a Terrible Thing to the New Bodyguard with a 0.0000013% Chance...Before!
The Madam, Whose Blood Pressure Rose Due to a Useless Newcomer, Ended Up Doing a Terrible Thing to the New Bodyguard at 0.0000013%... Before!
Regardless of whether Lord Actuare, due to the Goddess's meddling, went through tremendous psychological turmoil and decided to erase his memories, the winter in the Adventurer City was still cold, and the oblivious Shephy, as always, went to work at the brothel today.
"Ugh~ It's cold! Should I just clear quests like crazy to level up a bit? I have this much currency, yet I still can't master mana... Sigh"
"I'll just cast it for you. What's the rush? Here, 'Heat'"
"Ah~ So warm~ Hoo~"
Even though the currency I receive is in the hundreds of millions, because I made a big decision and tried to press it only to find out my level was too low to awaken my mana, I once again found myself relying on Leira today, unable to use that simple heating spell 'Heat'.
"Well then... I wonder what trouble he caused today... our new bodyguard?"
The brothel, arrived at just before sunset
"...Have you arrived, Madam"
As soon as I arrived at the brothel and entered the office, Rohan, with a slightly darker expression than usual as if he had something to report about Chris, was waiting for me, perfectly timing pouring tea into a cup.
"Yeah. Looking at our Manager Ro's expression, I'm already curious what kind of trouble that new blond male whore caused today"
"Well... first, he laid hands on the lady in charge of a long-term staying guest..."
"Oh dear... that's an undeniable full refund situation"
From the first report, the tea that entered my mouth tasted particularly bitter.
"Well... the refund was fine, but in exchange, what he demanded was a night with the Madam"
"Really? That much is... probably fine. But there's more, right?"
"...Yes"
"Continue"
"Next..."
The series of reports from Rohan made the hand not holding the teacup naturally clench into a fist around my temple.
.
.
.
A week had passed since Chris became Shephy's slave.
"Well then, work hard here. Then maybe you can retire a bit sooner and become the adventurer you so desire?"
"I-I'll work hard to escape from the Pink demon even one day sooner!"
"Hey, I'm the Madam here, you know? Watch your mouth? Huh?"
"Grr... This is tyranny of power!"
One brothel worker who was scheduled to retire this winter and one bodyguard who had about a year left until retirement hit it off, resulting in the brothel worker getting pregnant, so as a service, I gave them both the Elixir (the fantasy version of pretty surgery medicine, which Shephy also used frequently after sex with Uk before awakening her abilities) - a gift given to retiring brothel workers - along with both their severance pay and sent them away.
And I had Chris fill the bodyguard position, but...
"Hey hey, shall we go to Chris today♡"
"Yeah! Hehe♡ Ah, but just the two of us won't be enough, so let's call one more♡"
"Will one be enough? Ah, maybe Leira will be sufficient♡ I can really last this time!"
"Last time you said that too, then ended up clinging to Chris begging to be saved~"
Thanks to his incredibly handsome face that was incomparable to the retired bodyguard and overwhelming sexual stamina, Chris was particularly popular among the brothel workers, even among bodyguards who frequently received sexual teasing.
"Right. There was a reason I hired him for that too. Employee welfare, employee welfare. But..."
Even considering that, I forcibly placed Chris despite his deficiencies in essential bodyguard elements like combat power, but he poured far more effort into the brothel workers' welfare than I had anticipated.
"So to summarize... in one week, he made 32 instances of workers who were supposed to be on call during break time faint so they couldn't go, and 13 of those happened during work hours? Wow? Yesterday he even went outside the brothel?"
"Well, women from the neighboring city forcibly dragged him away. Then after confirming his slave necklace, they brought him back and..."
"And?"
"Said they would work as brothel workers if they could have sex with Chris"
"Ha! Well, I like that. Prepare them for interviews tomorrow"
"Actually..."
Rohan's mouth, which had been reporting without hesitation though surprised by Chris's actions (thanks to me telling him to be lenient since the guy had some relationship with the Lord), suddenly closed heavily.
"Why? What, is there a daughter of the neighboring city's lord among those brothel candidates? What an impressive guy. Fucking a noble young lady's pussy too"
I had heard about such things happening at the guild, so I just casually said it as a joke, but...
"You knew? Yes, that's correct. Lady Elizabeth Sharpsbury is waiting in the preparation room"
But it was true.
"...Oh my aching head..."
It didn't hurt this much even when I got hit in the back of the head by a club swung by a goblin during a goblin tribe subjugation quest I went on recklessly in my youth.
"Sharpsbury... that Lady Sharpsbury... I heard she's a notorious airhead, but to come all the way here for what? To become a brothel worker? Oh dear..."
Working at a brothel meant dealing with many nobles, so I couldn't not know about the noble information from the neighboring city. I roughly knew that the neighboring count's daughter was a notorious airhead with a history of screwing several noble sons - quite the slutty young lady.
'But still... even if she's a slut, a count's daughter is still a count's daughter! There's no way it's okay for her to become a brothel worker!?'
But for that slutty young lady to follow some male whore of unclear origin - no, bodyguard - all the way to our Lord's autonomous territory, the only place her father's reach doesn't extend, just to suck his dick, and say she wants to become a brothel worker...
"Rohan?"
"Yes"
"Well then... could you call Michelle? No, even the time to call her is wasted. Just go explain the situation and ask her to write a letter to Count Sharpsbury as politely as possible"
Matters dealing with nobles through pen rather than body are better left to Michelle, who was once a count's daughter herself.
"Understood"
"And on your way, tell Chris to come here right now. That's all"
"Yes, I'll go right away"
"Okay. I'm sorry our Manager Ro has to suffer because I brought Chris here for no reason"
"Not at all. Then I'll take my leave..."
Creeeak-
Clunk-
"Hoo~"
After being tormented by uncharacteristic paperwork until a few days ago, now that I'm back at the brothel, I'm suffering headaches because of that blond male whore who can't even get his magnificent dick hard for me, making me sigh involuntarily.
"Ah, perfect. Let's experiment with that"
With the year's end approaching and the brothel's biggest event to start the new year coming up, I can't afford to suffer Chris's tyranny any longer. Steeling my resolve, I quickly finished the teacup that had been sitting out so long it had gone cold, then quietly waited for his arrival.
Creeeeeeak-
"I-I heard you called for me..."
Chris, looking completely incomprehensible as to why he still fears me so much (what rumors has he heard?), crept into the office very slowly with a sound like an ant crawling.
"What a waste. 50 points, no, being generous, maybe 60 points?"
"Huh?"
"'I heard you called for me' would be 100 points"
"Ah..."
Having indulged in some proper 40-something (true age) old-fogey behavior for the first time in a while, I approached the sulking Chris.
"But I'll forgive you today"
"Ah... yes, thank you"
"Because today might be the last day of your slave life"
"...What?"
Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, a sharp hand chop strikes Chris's nape.
Thump!
"Squawk!"
Chris, hit by my Attack Power 23 attack, collapses on the spot
"...He's not dead, right? Well, not that it matters if he is"
40 years of fantasy medieval life
Having personally dealt with bandit-like criminals and slaves who caused much worse trouble than Chris, accidentally killing one more slave at this point isn't that big of a deal.
"Well, he's alive"
Still, murder didn't sit well with me, and fortunately, thanks to properly controlling my strength, Chris - whom I had been planning to use for an experiment - was quietly unconscious and breathing peacefully even after being moved to the basement.
"By the way..."
Don't they say that when people approach death, along with survival instinct, their species preservation instinct ignites?
"Ahem... ahem! Before experimenting... occasionally, a quick taste isn't bad either♡"
Seeing Chris's crotch noticeably swelling up made me feel a little, no, very resentful that everyone else had tasted Chris except me.
Sliiide-
Smack!-
"Oh my♡ Huhut♡ Huhuhut♡"
The dick was so hard that even without an elastic band, it strained against his pants and smacked my cheek with a smack! sound. The dick, hot enough to feel like it was burning, warmed the hand that was touching it.
Slurp-
I couldn't possibly stop the saliva from overflowing in my mouth.
It was so unfair that I was the only one who hadn't tasted that dick that all the girls at the brothel - even Isabella - had tried and praised endlessly.
"Well then, I'll enjoy this♡ Haub♡ Tsup♡... Paa♡"
No good.
Experiment canceled.
After one suck of this dick, Chris's dick, I knew.
"This dick♡ This is a treasure that must never be destroyed♡ Haumum♡ Tsuum♡ Tsubeup♡ Tsurup♡ Tsiok♡ Tsub♡ Tsiok♡ Tsap♡"
And so, without noticing time passing, I forgot the reason I had dragged the unconscious Chris to the basement where no one could enter without my permission, and until he woke up, I tasted his dick with my upper lips, felt it with my breasts, and finally savored it to my heart's content with my lower lips.