Chapter 110: A Not-So-Ideal Gigolo Life (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 110: A Not-So-Ideal Gigolo Life (1)[R-18]
“Thank you... truly... thank you so much... I don’t know how... I can ever repay this kindness... Please, both of you, tell me anything you desire. If it is within my power, I will do whatever it takes.”
After finishing the exorcism and receiving an almost overwhelming amount of gratitude from Frederica, I left the Black Dahlia residence.
However, a lingering sense of unease remained in a corner of my heart.
“Master... why wasn't the exorcism completely successful?”
“...I wonder.”
When I heard about the exorcism method from Elfriede, I thought it would be a simple matter of ‘success’ or ‘failure.’ I hadn't anticipated a case of ‘partial success’ like this.
‘Was the pleasure not enough?’
The thought crossed my mind for a moment, but I quickly shook my head.
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[Spectators]
Name: Estelle Black Dahlia
Vaginal Mating: 0 times
Anal Mating: 0 times
Oral Mating: 0 times
Masturbation Count: 0 times
Maximum Climaxes in a Day: 111 times
Last Used Fapping Material: None
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In just one day, Estelle’s climax count had reached triple digits.
To be precise, it wasn't even a full day.
Excluding the time spent putting Estelle back into her pajamas, purifying the bedding soaked in love juice, and airing out the room, the actual exorcism had only lasted about ten hours.
‘...And if even that wasn't enough?’
I couldn't even begin to guess how much pleasure I would have to offer as a price next time.
“I’ll look into this separately.”
“Then, this bitch will also look in—”
“No. Don’t even think about investigating anything related to ‘demons.’ That’s a command.”
I drew a firm line.
The exorcism was something I couldn't have done alone, which is why I had involved Yuris, but...
I still wanted to keep Yuris out of danger as much as possible.
“Ah... yes... I’m sorry... Master.”
“No, I didn't say that to get an apology. More importantly, thank you truly for helping me once again.”
“Hehe... it’s only natural. Whenever you need my strength, just give the command. Master!”
“Yeah... then, goodnight, Yuris.”
After walking Yuris to the front of the dormitory, I had a lot on my mind as I walked alone.
‘Estelle...’
For now, it seemed I could use Estelle’s ‘clitoris’ and ‘pussy’ for the next exorcism, but...
The problem was what to do once I moved further down.
‘...Do I have to turn her entire lower body into an erogenous zone? Then toward the end, I’d have to make her climax just from her ankles down? Is that even possible?’
Even if it were possible, it was still a problem.
Estelle, who had finally regained the use of her legs, would end up living a life where she climaxed just by walking.
‘Sigh... my head hurts...’
There was too much to do.
Evelyn probably knows I’m trying to help Estelle, so I can set that aside for now...
But I need to check on Laplace soon, and I have to keep my promise to Elfriede.
[Galactic Dirt Spoon■] = [Helen Redrose]
[[Sniffle] A poor gallery-goer's dinner for tonight ㄷㄷㄷㄷ][6]
(A picture of a lemon pie served on a plate covered in 'H' patterns.jpg)
UseNiceWordsOnly■: LOL, has it been a while since this guy showed up? Is he out of money? Why is he actually poor now?
ㄴㅇㅇ(112.468): Just ignore the troll. Don't you know that's the reaction he wants?
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: Why is this rando bitch telling others to ignore the troll when she isn't doing it herself?
WingedHorse■: Ah~ I see you recognize Hermes tableware! For those who might not know, let me explain. First, the Hermes series has Entry, Middle, and High-end tiers. The one in that photo is High-end, and it is TRULY. CRAZY. EXPENSIVE! Especially the High-end tier—it's such delicate tableware that there's a specific way to handle it. They say even if you gave it to a commoner, they couldn't use it...
ㄴㅇㅇ(37.19): So you're saying it's a damn expensive plate that breaks easily?
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: So it's only for total fucking suckers?
Seeing Helen start posting her deceptive "flex" posts again after being quiet for a few days, it seemed she had finally recovered from the shock.
‘Then, maybe it’s time to borrow some money from that sucker... I mean, from Helen, and pay off my tabs...’
The economy is cold.
No matter if it was for saving the world or exorcising demons, I needed money first.
‘In the end, I wasn't...’
Helen Redrose stroked her lower abdomen with an expression that was hard to put into words.
Over the past few days, she had suddenly craved sour food and felt nauseous, so she had taken about twenty more pregnancy tests, but...
In conclusion, she was not pregnant with Harini.
‘Well, meeting her sooner would be joyful, but giving birth when everything is perfectly prepared is better for Harini...’
Slap!
‘Get it together, Helen! You just put this back on, do you really have time for other thoughts?!’
As Helen looked down, the ‘Rose Brooch’ was pinned to her chest as always.
Since the real one was with Ian, this was, of course, a fake.
However, to call it a fake was almost an insult; except for its appearance and the enchantment known only to the head of the Red Rose family, all its functions were identical...
In fact, Helen had spent much more time with this one.
After all, Helen had only started wearing the real ‘Rose Brooch’ after entering the Sacred Academy.
“...Tsk.”
The first thing Helen did after receiving the ‘Rose Brooch’ was to have a replica made.
It was only natural.
Unlike her brothers, Helen, who had suddenly become the successor solely due to her talent for reading the flow, had no proper support base.
The only thing she possessed was the symbol known as the ‘Rose Brooch.’
In a situation surrounded by enemies, carrying the real one around was no different from carrying her heart outside her body.
‘...I was lucky back then.’
At a glance, it looked like an ordinary ‘Rose Brooch,’ but there was no way the Red Rose family would use such a thing as the mark of their heir.
The more one examined the ‘Rose Brooch,’ the more one realized it was an object of such delicacy and complexity that an ordinary Artificer could hardly imagine it.
To the point where creating a replica was impossible unless one was a top-tier Artificer.
However, it was no exaggeration to say that almost all top-tier Artificers had ties to the Red Rose family.
If she had commissioned a replica, the news would have surely reached her brothers immediately.
‘...I was truly lucky.’
In such a situation, it was nothing short of a miracle that Helen had managed to find that old woman while evading her brothers' eyes.
*
“Except for you, Young Lady, there are likely fewer than five people in the world who could tell this is a fake.”
“As many as five?”
Helen frowned at the old woman’s words.
“Heh-heh-heh... It is only five. Between the head of the Red Rose family and this old woman, that is already two, is it not?”
“Tsk... Fine, then who are the other three?”
“Heh-heh-heh... Let us just say one of the three is the Demon King.”
Demon King
If interpreted literally, it meant the king of the demons, but it was more of a title given to the greatest Artificer.
“...Why won't you tell me the other two?”
“Because one person has no need to know, and I have no intention of telling you the other.”
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“Yes, for trust is fundamentally believing without a reason...”
“...You are an untrustworthy person from start to finish.”
“Heh-heh... Reliability and trust are similar yet different. If you didn't truly trust me, Young Lady, you wouldn't have visited me so many times.”
“...And you're unpleasant to the very end. So... what was this favor you wanted to ask of me? Money? Or jewels?”
Helen spoke as if it were nothing, but inside, she was burning with anxiety.
The old woman had said she would name an appropriate price for the replica once it was finished.
Though it was a verbal agreement, it was a foolish contract, no different from stamping a blank piece of paper.
If it were now, she would have snorted and turned away, telling her not to talk nonsense, but the young Helen had been desperate.
“Heh-heh-heh... What would this old woman, with so little time left to live, do with money?”
Rustle—
The old woman turned her hand, and suddenly, a single golden petal was held between her fingers.
“After this old woman passes, if a child carrying this petal ever finds you and asks for a favor, please grant it then.”
“...After you die? How do you know I'll keep my promise then?”
“I don't.”
“What?”
“Heh-heh-heh... Did this old woman not just tell you... that is what trust is.”
In response to Helen’s question, the old woman answered with that bizarre laughter until the very end.
*
“Sigh... thinking about the past again...”
Helen shook her head, clearing the old memories.
Since meeting Ian, cases like this, where stray thoughts kept surfacing, had increased.
‘...Anyway, now that I’m certain I’m not pregnant, I have to recover the ‘Rose Brooch’ as quickly as possible!’
She knew that, but...
The method was the problem.
It would be easy if she used the power of the Red Rose, but she couldn't do that.
Of course, unlike when she made the forgery, Helen was now fairly well-established as the successor of the Red Rose family.
However, there were still many factions supporting her mother and brothers.
‘...Trust? I can't even find someone reliable enough to credit.’
Even now, Helen was replacing her brothers' spies within her faction one by one with people she could ‘credit’...
But they appeared incessantly, never seeming to tire.
If they ever found out she had lost the ‘Rose Brooch,’ they would surely start clamoring about her lack of qualifications as an heir.
“Sigh... seriously...”
Helen let out a deep sigh.
It had been a long time since she felt this frustrated, unable to open her heart and discuss her thoughts with anyone.
If only there were just one person she could ‘trust’ by her side, how wonderful would that be?
“...Why do you keep sighing?”
“Hmph! Why do you think?! It’s all because of you that I’m— wait, what?!”
Having reflexively answered Ian’s sudden question, Helen shouted in shock.
“Y-you?! W-what are you doing here! Have you been stalking me this whole time?!”
