Angel of Eden 43
After finishing my shift as a bartender, I completed my workout while Master slept and logged into the game. Today, I had decided to visit the witch's house. Opening my eyes in the assigned room, I immediately checked my status window. The "Pregnant" indicator in the status abnormality section always left me feeling strangely unsettled, no matter how many times I saw it. I ran my hand over my still-flat, smooth lower abdomen before stepping out of the room.
As I descended the stairs to leave the brothel, I ran into Trinky.
"Elisha! You're here for the courtesan meeting, right?"
"Ah, so that was today."
"What? You weren't planning to attend?"
Well, I had no other plans besides visiting the witch's house. With a pregnant body, I couldn't do intense exercise or training anyway.
"I'll attend, Trinky."
"I knew it! Come on, let's go. Everyone's probably already gathered."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me along, urging me to hurry. Descending into the basement of the brothel, she knocked on a firmly closed door and said, "Perverted bitch courtesans." Was that the password? What kind of password was that? Soon, a voice from inside asked, "In society?" When she replied, "Proper young ladies," the door opened to reveal a space filled with gathered courtesans.
The courtesans, sitting or lying around wearing only masks, were completely naked. Unashamed, they sat with legs spread wide, fully exposing their intimate areas while engaging in lewd conversations and complimenting each other's bodies. Ah, some were even touching themselves.
"By the way, the rule for the courtesan meeting is to be naked. Take everything off."
"Yes."
Releasing my equipped clothes, I was instantly naked. Trinky, now naked as well, took my hand and led me inside, shouting, "Everyone! The newcomer is here!"
The courtesans who had been chatting turned their attention to me. Under their appraising gazes, as if evaluating my entire body, my intimate area trembled slightly.
"Is that the famous Elisha? She really does have an incredible figure."
"She's the perfect female made to be fucked."
"Teo's exclusive courtesan, right? So you're a masochist?"
After enduring the barrage of intense questions from the courtesans for a while, things finally calmed down. Their completely unfiltered, raw way of speaking was a bit hard to get used to, but since everyone around me was the same, I soon found myself chatting along with them.
"So you're still a virgin in the real world?"
"Yes."
"Wow, it's rare to see a virgin here, and now there are two of you."
The courtesan sitting with one leg propped on the chair was Rubna, with blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She had a tattoo on her ankle: an inverted black heart with the word "Queen" inscribed in it. Her slightly spread intimate area was fully visible due to her posture, but she paid it no mind.
"Love Doll was also a virgin in the real world, right? Now you have a fellow virgin comrade."
"Given my profession..."
"She's a nun, so she had no choice but to stay a virgin. Isn't that different?"
Love Doll, the courtesan whose profession was nun, had attractive short black hair and a petite build. Kneeling with both hands clasped in front of her chest looked so natural that she must indeed be a nun, though the naked state created a sense of dissonance.
"You're not a nun too, are you?"
"I'm a bartender."
"Oh, a bartender. I've seen those at bars sometimes."
"More importantly, how's Rubna's husband? Still the same?"
"Always similar. Comes home after work and goes straight to sleep. Wakes up and goes straight to work. Even on days off, he just goes to bars and doesn't pay any attention to me at all."
The conversation jumped around so much it was hard to follow, but it was entertaining to listen to. Hearing Rubna's answer, Trinky sat cross-legged, leaned her upper body back, and said, "Just divorce that indifferent husband already. What good is earning money well? He's a seedless watermelon who can't have kids and doesn't even have sex."
"But I still love my husband."
"You relieve your sexual desires in the game?"
"I have to relieve them somehow."
At that, Love Doll, who had been sitting quietly in prayer, opened her eyes and spoke. "It's fine. My real body maintains chastity. The body here is just an avatar, another me. It's not my real body."
"Right, so I'm not cheating, am I?"
"Who knows~?"
So I wasn't the only one separating my real body from this one. The three of them argued for a while about whether it was cheating or not before the topic shifted again.
"Remember that customer who came last time?"
"What customer?"
"The one with an arm-thick cock."
"Ah, that pitch-black customer?"
"He said he'd come again next time. Want to join?"
"Me too? You like him that much?"
"I'm still a bit awkward with dark skin, but for some reason, seeing that black cock thrusting into my hole gets me even more excited."
People with dark skin. They were the ones called Blackmen, who lived on another continent beyond the vast sea bordering Kensus. The man who came to Kensus for trade happened to log into the game, discovered the brothel, and had a wild time. Rubna, who had a fantastic experience then, said she met and had sex with that man who visited regularly.
"Blackmen all have big cocks and strong stamina. Their bodies are muscular and their physiques are large, so ordinary men can't compare."
"I heard in Kensus, women get so hooked on Blackmen that they follow them and even immigrate?"
"They're really amazing. Once you taste it, you can't forget."
Even the usually quiet Love Doll joined in, and the conversation about Blackmen bloomed. Blackmen... I'd never seen one, so I couldn't imagine. Teo had an arm-thick cock too. Hmph.
"So that's what that tattoo meant?"
"Queen of Blackman. It's a mark indicating you're a Blackman's woman. It means you want to be pierced by a Blackman's cock."
So the tattoo of an inverted black heart with "Queen" on Rubna's ankle meant that. I thought it was just a fashion tattoo.
"Can I try it too?"
"Love Doll's interested now?"
"If Rubna is that into it, it must be amazing."
"Perfect timing. He said he'd bring friends, so he asked me to find good courtesans to entertain them."
The three courtesans chatted away, unaware of time passing as they talked about Blackmen. Watching Rubna earnestly explain the Blackmen's superior qualities, it was clear she was completely smitten.
While I was blankly watching, the courtesans began leaving the room one by one. Suddenly looking around, Trinky clapped her hands and said, "Oh, it's already this late. Let's wrap this up. Elisha, you'll come to the next meeting too, right?"
"Yes, I'll come if possible."
"Then see you next time. I have to go to work at dawn, so I need to sleep now."
"You got an early morning broadcast?"
"The director asked, so I can't help it. See you next time~"
"May everyone have a peaceful night...."
Love Doll also logged out, and Rubna and Trinky left as well. Thus, the courtesans who had gathered for the meeting dispersed, and the courtesan meeting ended.
Leaving the shop, I headed to the witch's house. Passing through the still-miraculously classical-style streets, the witch's house, located at the entrance to the slum area, was a two-story building. Contrary to my preconception that it would be shabby, it was an ordinary structure. Opening the door and entering the witch's house, it was filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs and ingredients hanging from shelves and strings. In the large cauldron symbolizing the witch, a liquid that kept changing color bubbled continuously, filling the space with a refreshing yet sweet scent.
The witch dozing in a rocking chair was a famous figure well-known even to players, unusual for an in-game NPC. Her skinny, sharp appearance looked intimidating at first glance, but her personality was the opposite—very kind, a caring grandmother who even provided free midwifery services.
"Witch."
"Hm?"
The witch, opening her wrinkled eyes and looking at me, yawned leisurely and said, "A customer, I see. Come closer."
As I approached the witch, she took my hand and muttered strange words, letting out an exclamation of admiration. "A very healthy young lady. You didn't come because you're sick... Is it because of the child in your belly?"
"Yes, it's my first pregnancy, so I wanted to get some advice."
"Ho ho, ho ho. For a fetus that hasn't even taken form yet to emit such strong energy... It was born receiving abundant love and talent from its parents."
The witch, repeatedly stroking my hand and nodding, carefully explained the precautions pregnant women should take. As I listened attentively, the witch asked, "I'll give you medicine good for the fetus and cast a spell. Give birth to a healthy baby."
"Thank you."
"No need. A child born from the seed and field of someone from another world will do great things. Of course, of course. Hoho."
The witch rose from the rocking chair and, with leisurely yet skilled hands, prepared and packaged the medicine. Then she approached me and told me to take off my clothes and lie on the bed.
"Why?"
"I need to draw a magic circle. Hurry now."
At the witch's urging, I unequipped my clothes and lay on the bed. The witch, holding a pink medicine bottle, dipped a small brush in the liquid and began drawing on my lower abdomen. Muttering incantations, she drew a magic circle with a hexagram containing hearts and ornate letters, then said, "It's a magic circle to help with the child's wisdom, courage, and health."
The magic circle, glowing pink, sparkled with warmth.
"If you have any other questions or abnormalities, come find me again."
"Yes, goodbye."
The witch, wearing a generous smile, sat back in the rocking chair and began dozing off again. I put the packaged medicine in my inventory and left the witch's house.
Thanks to repeatedly eating heartily and sleeping deeply whenever I had time, Master achieved the feat of filling her breasts with breast milk in just 12 days. I wasn't sure if this counted as an achievement, but Master said it with great pride.
"Last time it took over 20 days, but this time it was full in just 12 days. It's proof of your excellent ability as a dairy cow!"
'Yes.'
"When we create the prostitution city, we'll popularize dairy cows too. Humans should drink human milk. It's already proven since milk sells well even in Eden."
'Yes, yes. Let's focus on infiltrating the underground city first.'
Now completely accustomed to descending into the underground city, Master entered the cow factory. I was inwardly worried that the scary staff member from last time might be there again, but fortunately, she wasn't visible. With no staff in sight, Master found the milking station on her own.
At the milking station, there were regular dairy cows being sequentially fixed to milking machines by androids, as it was milking time for the cows. When Master entered, the androids who turned their heads to scan her checked her ear tag and resumed their work. The dairy cows, with their collars fixed to the stands, lying or sitting as if waiting their turn, looked at Master with lifeless eyes before lowering their heads again.
Watching those dairy cows, Master said, 'There's no way milk forcibly produced by confining them underground and depriving them of free will would be good quality. You need to eat well, sleep well, and move well like me to produce good milk. We need to change everything.'
'Moving well is just you, though.'
'It's the same body, so it's fine.'
The breasts proudly thrust forward were swollen to the point of bursting with breast milk, but not a single drop leaked thanks to the Slimeyu tightly gripping the milk ducts. Master took off all her clothes and stood in front of the dairy cows. Then an android that appeared from somewhere put a collar around Master's neck and pulled her along. Unlike before, Master was dragged along as if it were natural and was tied to the stand behind the waiting dairy cows.
While waiting her turn, the dairy cows being milked, unlike their lifeless state earlier, were letting out intense moans as their milk was extracted. The dairy cows, drooling and squirting love juices while moaning, continued trembling even after milking ended until they were dragged away by the androids.
'Doesn't that look dangerous?'
'Hmm, milking feels good, but that level of intensity is strange.'
The waiting line gradually shortened until it was finally Master's turn. The android hooked Master's collar to the machine and pressed a button. Then, just like last time, the line was pulled, positioning her at the center of the milking machine. Perhaps because she had already taken off her clothes, mechanical arms automatically emerged, restraining her body as before and completing the milking preparation.
'Ow.'
'Did the needle come out again?'
'Yeah, is this standard?'
Soon the milking device attached to her breasts activated and began extracting milk. At the same time, Master's moans began to be heard.
"Ungh, uht. Ah, hiiik...."
'Master, stay focused.'
Though not to the point of drooling, Master's aroused state of leaking love juices continued for a while even after milking ended. Master, who had been dragged out by the android and left on the floor, trembled as she stood up and said, 'Haa, whew. During milking, they're directly injecting pleasure substances into the brain. The dairy cows are probably already addicted, and there's a high possibility their brains are damaged because of it.'
'So that's why they look so lifeless. But why am I fine?'
'Like the Abaddon main body, your ego and memories are in a small brain. Since it was made by imitating my former main body, you can feel emotions without going through implants. However, since it's completely isolated, you probably can't feel anything else unless I connect you.'
'Ah, you're talking about that root brain. So the emotions I'm feeling now are purely my own?'
'Yeah, I'm restricting it now, but it's a normal brain.'
'Then what happened to the original brain?'
'It's an empty brain now. I completely extracted and transferred your memories and knowledge.'
When had she done such a thing? Recently she had been acting like a dairy cow, eating and sleeping repeatedly, but as expected, Master was a capable and busy person. And it was a fresh feeling to realize that the emotions I was feeling now were entirely my own.
Ah, then is the current me the future state of the angels?
'So the angels who will become symbiotes will be in the same state as me?'
'That's right. You wanted angels with emotions, didn't you? Angels are essential for the future of the prostitution city, so we need to take care of them.'
'Will you increase the number of angels if needed?'
'Why? Do you want more?'
'Because having angels would be advantageous for satisfying customers.'
'Hmm....'
It wasn't for nothing that Eden's sex industry was thriving. Without the angels, it wouldn't have developed this much. Although emotions would make likes and dislikes stronger, conversely, because they had emotions, they would enjoy the pleasure of service and work harder to feel the ultimate pleasure. And if they could release their pleasure according to their tendencies, they would work even harder.
Hearing my opinion, Master pondered for a while before deciding. 'Alright, all the women who will work in Eden will be made into angels. We'll maintain angel training and turn the women who become angels into symbiotes, right?'
'Yes, because they need to lose their emotions first to accept being angels.'
'Ruthlessly turning humans into dolls—Elisha, you've changed a lot. Now you really have the mindset of an Abaddon angel.'
'You're the one who made me like this, Master.'
'Hehe, that's true.'
While conversing, Master composed herself and left the cow factory. Just like before, she found an empty building, took off her clothes, and prepared to put on the bio-suit.