Chapter 191: Try Cumming in the Sun's Anus with a Bitch Pussy (3)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 191: Try Cumming in the Sun's Anus with a Bitch Pussy (3)[R-18]
“Hmm...”
Having composed herself after the kiss with Ian, Helen elegantly set down her wine glass and spoke.
“Now that the atmosphere has softened sufficiently... shall we slowly get down to business?”
“Yes, Lady Helen. Please, go ahead!”
Yuris nodded, still wearing a bright, innocent smile.
Slide—
Helen lightly tapped the documents on the table with her fingertips.
“The reason I asked to meet you today, Lady Yuris, was partly to build our friendship... but also, I wanted to discuss the matter regarding the land owned by the Church on Belua Street.”
At that, Yuris’s expression stiffened slightly for the first time today.
“Ah... yes, I see... But an orphanage is already scheduled to be built there, so I believe the proposal has already been politely declined?”
Helen smiled softly, as if she had expected Yuris’s refusal.
“Of course. An orphanage! What a noble and meaningful project that is. I have no intention of denying that. I deeply empathize with and respect the heart of the next Saintess, who wishes to provide a good environment for children. However...”
“However...?”
Helen unfolded a sheet of paper and slid it toward Yuris.
It contained analytical data on the current market price and future development potential of Belua Street.
“Belua is not just ‘land,’ Lady Yuris. There is even the possibility that this place will soon become the second ‘heart’ of the Empire. High-end shops and social clubs for the nobility are already moving in, and plans for road expansion have been announced. I guarantee that within five years, the land value of this street will soar to several times what it is now. Is utilizing such an asset—a goose that lays golden eggs—simply as an orphanage site truly the best choice for the future of the Church?”
“Umm... but children are the future, aren't they? Money isn't important when it comes to children! In the first place, the Church isn't a business. And as you said, Lady Helen, if the roads are expanded soon, it means transportation will become more convenient. In other words, it will be easier for sponsors to visit!”
Yuris countered, thrusting out her ‘ Divine Power Pouch ’—which was as large as her confidence.
Helen nodded as if she had been waiting for that.
“You’re right! A good environment is important for children!”
“Right? So, Lady Helen’s proposal is...”
“But Lady Yuris, what if we change our perspective just a little? Is the ‘best environment’ for children really in the middle of a bustling commercial district?”
“Pardon...? What do you mean by that...”
“Well, I don't think so. Where money gathers, pleasure and chaos naturally follow. Would such a place really be helpful to children? Wouldn't those innocent children be corrupted instead?”
Having said that, Helen lightly moistened her throat with wine.
“This may be sudden, Lady Yuris, but why do you think the nobility donate to the Church?”
“...Because Lady Ellis said it is the duty of the nobility to perform good deeds?”
“Is that so? Satisfaction through good deeds? I’m sure that exists. But as the successor of the Red Rose, one of the Three Primary Colors Families, I have dealt with countless nobles, and I can guarantee you that behind those deeds are much more complex and realistic reasons.”
Helen leaned forward slightly, staring straight into Yuris’s eyes.
“Fundamentally, it’s an investment. Social prestige, networking, and sometimes even political influence. Through donations, nobles create a link with a powerful institution like the Church and use it to increase their own value. But individual, sporadic donations like the ones now? They aren't very attractive. The Church struggles to secure stable finances, and the nobles don't get a clear ‘return’ on their ‘investment.’ At most, it’s just the self-satisfaction of having ‘done a good deed.’”
Yuris listened to Helen’s words in silence.
It was difficult to deny the words of Helen, who knew the physiology of the nobility better than anyone.
“But what if I provided the nobility with an irresistible ‘investment opportunity’? A space that precisely satisfies their desires and needs... and all under the name of the Church.”
Yuris’s eyes wavered uneasily at Helen’s voice, which sounded almost wicked.
“...W-what does that mean?”
Helen pulled out her decisive trump card with a confident smile.
“If an orphanage is built on Belua Street, the nobility will only see it as an object of ‘charity.’ It’s meaningful, of course, but it doesn't stimulate their desire for ‘ investment .’ But what if... a high-end salon officially sponsored by the Church were to be built there instead?”
“...Pardon? A salon?”
Yuris’s eyes widened at the completely unexpected proposal.
“Yes. Lady Yuris, have you ever been to a salon?”
“N-no... not even once...”
“Hehe... A salon is not just a social space. Especially the one that I, Helen Redrose, will create. Even more so.”
Helen seemed to paint a picture of a magnificent salon with her gestures.
“A center where the power and wealth of the Empire gather! A place where the latest information is exchanged, secret deals are made, and new connections are formed! And what if this salon were operated under the blessing and management of the Church? The nobility would gain the honorable status of being ‘ Cultural Business Partners of the Church .’ Using the salon itself would become an act of sponsoring the Church, and every relationship formed there would fall under the Church’s invisible influence. The nobility would gladly open their wallets! This isn't just a donation; it’s a solid ‘ investment ’ that raises their status and prestige!”
“...Sponsorship from the Church? Specifically, how would that work? Is the Church going to go to the salon and hold services or something?”
Yuris asked cautiously, and Helen’s eyes sparkled.
“Hehehe... That’s a cute thought. But I want something a bit more binding. To prove the firm trust and partnership with the Church, Red Rose Commerce is willing to provide a 33% stake in the salon building as part of the purchase price for the Belua site.”
“A... 33% stake in the salon... owned by the Church?”
Yuris’s mouth hung open slightly.
33% was not just a symbolic figure.
It was a significant stake that could exert considerable influence over major decision-making...
It was a massive share that Helen would never have offered if she didn't have a separate ‘ true purpose .’
“Yes. I’d like you to think of it not just as a transaction, but as a joint investment proposal for the future. The moment the Church becomes a major shareholder of the salon, this salon will truly become a ‘Church business.’”
In any case, Helen’s true purpose for setting up a salon in Belua was to serve as a starting point for the ‘ Helen Gallery ’ and to act as a check against Brothers' Interference .
As long as the operation didn't run a deficit, receiving the protection of the Church would actually make the plan safer.
“The nobility will trust a salon where the Church is directly involved in management even more, and they will participate more actively. Through this, the Church will secure a powerful influence over noble society along with a stable and sustainable source of financial income.”
“...Haaah... E-even so... the orphanage for the children... I can't give up Belua Street...”
Helen smiled as if she had been waiting for this and replied.
“Of course, I’ve prepared a perfect solution for the orphanage issue as well.”
Rustle—
A new map and environmental analysis data were spread out on the desk.
“As compensation for the Belua site, excluding the 33% stake, I will provide the Church with land here in the western Marian District.”
“The Marian District?”
“Yes. As you can see, it’s not as bustling as Belua Street... but that’s actually an advantage. It’s quiet, and the natural environment is well-preserved without any harmful facilities nearby! Don't you think it’s a much more ideal place for children to grow up in—a peaceful and safe environment, rather than a noisy commercial district?”
“Hmm... certainly... maybe so?”
Yuris, thinking of the rural orphanage where she grew up, unconsciously nodded in agreement.
Helen didn't miss the opportunity and pulled out her final trump card to seal the deal.
“Furthermore, Red Rose Commerce promises to donate a significant portion of the construction costs for the new orphanage. Considering the much lower land costs compared to Belua Street and our support, the Church will be able to build a much larger and better-equipped orphanage with a smaller budget. What do you think? Isn't this a much better result than the plan to build on Belua Street?”
Now all the cards were on the table.
Knowing that saying any more would feel like pressuring her, Helen didn't add another word and waited for Yuris’s decision.
‘In the end, I’m the one who wins.’
Helen! The legend of merchants!
Dominate the information, and dominate the psychology!
Operating a salon utilizing the massive potential profit of Belua Street, the Church’s financial independence and strengthened influence through it, the unconventional 33% stake, and even the orphanage site and construction costs in a better environment for the children.
It was truly an irresistible proposal.
“Haaah...!! I was going to refuse at first... but if you’re going to do this much for us... it’s hard to say no...! Fine! I’ll accept Lady Helen’s proposal!”
“A wise decision, Lady Yuris.”
Helen smiled as if she had been waiting, took a contract out of her bag, and smoothly pushed it toward Yuris along with a pen.
“Then, your signature, please.”
“Yes!”
Once she had made up her mind, Yuris didn't hesitate any longer.
Scratch, scratch—
When the signing was finished, Helen carefully tucked the contract Yuris had signed into her bosom...
“Great, Lady Yuris. Shall we have a toast to our successful contract? The best wine they have here...”
Helen smiled brightly and raised her glass.
“No, just bring every type of wine in the shop!”
“Agh!... My, my head!... My head... it hurts!”
The next day, Helen faced an unfamiliar ceiling along with a splitting headache.