Chapter 313 - Pitiful Males Falling Prey to the Beasts' Venom!
"Is this the place..."
Looking up at what was, for a building tucked away in the entertainment district, surprisingly tidy, Baron Cardi lightly stroked his chin.
The lord and the divine beast who had invited him under the pretense of having something to discuss—recently, rumors about the lord among the nobles hadn't been good. Curiosity about their true intentions had prompted him to accept, but the Maou Castle stood out amid the rundown structures, exuding a different vibe entirely. It piqued Baron's Cardi's interest.
"I don't know why they'd choose to live in a place like this... but word is that monster's been dabbling in all sorts of ventures lately. Looks like he's making a killing."
"That's right, Master."
Baron Cardi was a human male pushing into his forties, yet he boasted a sturdy build and solid stamina. In truth, he was one of those nobles who paid little mind to rumors about divine beasts or lords. For a human male, he was on the passionate side when it came to his interests—mainly his family, his women, and such encounters. He handled his work reliably enough, but his real hobby was secretly meeting up with commoner women whose divorces he'd personally judged.
If he hadn't been failing to satisfy his wife with enough love and lust, she never would have let that frivolous baron off the hook so easily. With her half-resigned, tacit approval, he kept things in check: always using a condom, limiting it to one or two quick rounds.
For such a man, the "high-class club" the divine beast had invited him to today was as good as a golden opportunity to meet new women.
"No idea what they want to discuss... but it's been ages since I hit up a spot like this. I'm pretty excited."
"...Please enjoy yourself in moderation, Master. Even I have my limits soothing the Madam."
"Hahaha. I know, I know. Today, we're just here to suss out the lord's intentions, after all."
The invitation from Ceres—now standing in for her husband—had promised that the club would more than satisfy Baron Cardi, with a brief description included. But Ceres had always been a prim and proper woman who wrinkled her nose at such clubs and men like the baron. Why would she send an invite like this? What was her connection to the divine beast? And what exactly were these "special services" from the female staff mentioned in the letter?
Brimming with eager anticipation, Baron Cardi stepped into the Maou Castle.
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"Well, well, Baron. What an honor to have you grace us."
"Ahem, well... when it's an invite from you, the most unique spot in all of Rardia... ahem..."
In the dimly lit interior of the Maou Castle's club, Neto Arena, dazzling lights twinkled. Amid the hazy mix of dizzying scents and cigarette smoke, Baron Cardi sat with the divine beast at a premium seat right by the stage.
'...How in the world did he...'
Tilting his iced glass, Baron Cardi glanced around in bewilderment. The confidence he'd worn entering the castle had twisted into shock and awe.
He'd imagined all sorts of scenarios on the way here, but this was beyond anything he'd expected. Tables and decor of luxurious materials that even decent noble houses rarely boasted. The divine beast having this kind of funding was surprise enough, but what surrounded Baron Cardi now was...
"If you're drinking, you need some snacks too♡ Baron Cardi♡ Ahh~♡"
"Hehe♡ Don't be so tense, relax and enjoy♡ Baron♡"
Women so captivating it was impossible to look away clung to him, lavishing him with service.
Of course, it wasn't just their allure that stunned him. If they'd been ordinary, he'd have simply admired and enjoyed it without a second thought. But the outfits on the women glued to his sides...
'...Outfits like that—even whores or exhibitionist adventurers would turn them down...'
They were bolder than anything a typical whore would wear. The club's staff sported chokers with odd ornaments and identical heart-shaped pasties, though their stockings and gloves varied slightly. Even a woman-loving baron like him couldn't help but gawk at the heart-shaped pasties barely covering their nipples and pussies.
'...They're not whores, but how much is he paying them to dress like this...'
Whoring was, surprisingly, one of Rardia's strictly regulated professions. They couldn't solicit customers freely, nor flaunt excessive exposure outside brothels. Whores only served those who came to the brothel willingly, promoting themselves inside in lingerie and negligees.
Yet here were high-class barmaids in even more daring getups, serving drinks? And their smiles radiated a seductive charm more potent than any whore's—enough to ensnare even Baron Cardi.
"Truth is, Baron Cardi—you handle family and marital laws, right? I had some questions about that. Feel free to enjoy yourself while sharing your thoughts."
"Ah, a-ah... sure... But that stage up front..."
"The stage? It's where our staff entertains our VIP club members. Great view from here, isn't it? Like it?"
"Uh, umm... incredible... Never seen anything like this in other bars..."
"Other places don't have staff who'll step up like this. Our girls are very open-minded."
"Ah, even so... ugh, it's astonishing..."
The women on stage, with their sultry makeup and tattoos, writhed in dance. Gripping poles, they wore the same chokers, stockings, and such as the staff. But unlike the others, no heart pasties hid their pussies and nipples.
Instead, glittering jewels and chains dangled from piercings on their nipples and clits.
Drooling clear fluid between their thighs, they danced with movements that screamed seduction for males. The club's heady aroma made the baron's chest flutter, his lower body twitching in response.
"...Hmph, ahem. So, where's Lady Ceres?"
"Oh, she had something come up. Said she'd pop in for a quick greeting before heading out. Sorry you can't see her right away, but she told us to take it slow and enjoy."
"I-I see... Alright then. So, what did you want to ask me?"
"Haha, nothing major... Ah, let's have a drink first."
The massive divine beast raised his glass in a toast. Veins bulging over tattooed muscles made his ferocious, beastly face even more menacing. Baron Cardi felt a subtle chill as that savage grin turned his way.
Led by the women flanking him, the drinking session between Baron Cardi and the monstrous brute began.