Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Dyke Barony (2)
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"What the hell is this?"
"W-what... do you mean?!"
"Your clothes. Where'd you get 'em?"
'Clothes? This is the stuff that guard captain gave me...'
"Uh... a friend just... gave it to me as a gift..."
"Jack's got great taste... I'd love to see my wife in something like that. You're good to go! Whores are always welcome."
'Wha... what? Prostitute?!'
Charlotte nearly lost her temper for a second, but then remembered—oh yeah, I was a whore. No point arguing about it here.
It'd be like a goblin saying, 'I'm not actually a goblin, I'm human.'
"Phew... Finally made it into the city like a normal person~~!!"
Charlotte bolted out through the gates, letting out a whoop of joy as she dashed off.
Eyes locked onto her jiggling breasts, but nothing could dampen her excitement right now.
Whoa, medieval shops!! Whoa, is that a blacksmith? Whoaaa, they sell potions too! She roamed the city freely, buzzing with thrill, until she finally spotted it.
'Adventurer's Guild'
It was way bigger than she'd imagined! Stepping inside the five-story building revealed a massive hall, easily ten thousand square feet.
People hustled about energetically.
Swordsmen with blades at their hips, nuns who looked like priests, bare-chested martial artists—every type imaginable.
It reeked of the classic fantasy medieval adventurer's guild she'd always pictured.
'Man... If I'd made a normal character, this is where I'd have started...'
She'd taken such a long, grueling detour. Thinking back brought tears to her eyes.
'Yeah... Time to be happy from now on... Sniff... Come on, Charlotte, happiness starts today...'
Standing by the entrance, soaking in the men's stares for a while, she finally headed to the reception desk.
A pretty blonde bombshell with huge tits caught her eye, so she went straight to her.
Ahem... "I'd, uh, like to register as an adventurer...?"
'Is this how you do it...?'
"Sure thing~ Welcome! New registrations are two silvers~"
The busty blonde spoke in a sweet, friendly tone. But the words themselves? Not so much.
CRASH
The sound of Charlotte's happy little flower garden of a brain collapsing.
Money? She had no money!
'Fuck...'
Now what? She was already starving, and food...
"Um... miss...?"
The busty blonde gave her a weird look.
"I-I forgot my wallet at home! Be right back!"
Head down, she bolted straight out of the guild.
'Ughhh... So embarrassing!!!'
The men's eyes were glued to her wobbling breasts and ass, but that wasn't the point.
This insane capitalist world!!
First things first: earn some cash.
But where?
That's when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned to see a green-haired guy with a big nose and squinty eyes—the textbook ugly dude—talking to her.
Average build for a guy, dick size...
'Gah!! Stop thinking about dicks!'
"Uh... can I help you?"
Surprisingly polite tone—no vibe of "let's fuck right now."
"Oh... I lost all my money on the way here... Was trying to register as an adventurer, but I'm stuck. Any job agencies around?"
'Gonna get a legit job, build up some starter funds.'
"Ah! First time in the city, huh~ There's a job board with postings in the far right corner of the guild. Pick something and give it a shot?"
"Oh... Thank you!!"
Dyke Barony really was a melting pot—adventurers chasing dreams, fugitives on the run, all sorts.
But as long as you didn't cause trouble inside the city, no one cared.
They made great human shields when Monster Waves hit.
What money would a fresh country bumpkin or fleeing crook even have?
That's why the guild, temples, and city hall bent over backward with job placements to keep beggars from turning criminal.
Charlotte ducked back into the guild and checked the job board in the corner.
'Restaurant kitchen help, tavern server, guard recruitment... Whoa, tons of 'em?'
Even locations were listed helpfully.
She bolted for the restaurant first.
'It's a restaurant, so they'll feed me, right?'
Purely for the free meal.
-Restaurant Part-Time
It wasn't some hole-in-the-wall joint. Four or five kitchen staff, single menu item today: meat rice bowl.
She got kidnapped into the kitchen on arrival and chopped veggies and meat like mad.
Her solo living experience made it a breeze.
Then she got fired.
"Why?! I worked my ass off!!!"
"Get out, you whore!! Stop snacking on the food and go milk some guys' cum instead!!"
'Damn, they caught me...'
Starving beyond endurance, Charlotte had been sneaking bites from the ingredients. Tail too long, caught red-handed.
'Four hours of work for zero pay... But I filled my belly good, so not a total loss?'
How much did she swipe to stuff that gut?
'On to the next gig?'
It was around 4 or 5 PM, transitioning from day to evening.
-Tavern Server
A small tavern run by a middle-aged couple.
"Hey, you here for serving? Don't tell me you mixed it up with the brothel next door."
"N-no... I saw your job posting."
Swallowed a curse—remember, he's the one paying.
"Alright then. Change into the uniform and start right away. Easy work."
The owner sounded nice, but his wife glaring daggers from the kitchen? Terrifying.
Patrons were already pounding drinks, eyes all over Charlotte.
Who called a whore? Look at those massive tits. Fuck, wanna bang that slut.
Sexual harassment on sight. She was used to it now, brushed it off.
Changed into the server outfit—maid-like, but the cleavage dipped low on her, way more than intended.
'A bit snug... But better than that pussyjack leather from Jack.'
The work was easy. Service industry? Piece of cake compared to her past life's BBQ joint gig.
The problem came after two hours.
"Kyaaah!!!"
Someone groped her ass!!!
Sexual harassment wasn't new.
Staring at her protruding tits? Daily occurrence.
"How much, miss?" while serving? Cute.
Thigh or arm grabs? Whatever.
Worst was "accidentally" brushing her ass over clothes—still tolerable.
But shoving under the skirt and kneading bare cheek? No way.
Especially no-panties. Utter humiliation.
Turning, a half-drunk hairy bastard grinned sleazily.
Revulsion hit Charlotte hard.
-THWACK!!
"Die, you fucker!!!"
One solid punch, going for more, but he was already flying across the room, out cold.
'Oops... Was that too much?'
Silence blanketed the tavern... Everyone stared, demanding an explanation.
"Th-that bastard groped my ass first!!!"
They glanced between her and the KO'd guy, murmuring.
"You can't just beat a guy for grabbing a tavern girl's ass."
"Shaking that ass like 'touch me,' then hitting when he does?"
"Whores these days punch back, huh."
"What, she thinks she's nobility or something?"
Blame poured onto Charlotte.
'Fuck... Are they all in on it?'
Shed expected praise for standing up for herself. Something was off.
Owner would back her—self-defense, right?
She shot him pleading eyes.
But—
"You insolent slut, daring to hit a customer?"
Not the owner—his wife exploded with curses.
Shed been seething, thinking Charlotte was flirting with her man.
Perfect chance to unload.
"...Huh?"
"What 'huh'? You trying to ruin our business, whore!? Out!!!"
The wife charged, shoving Charlotte out the door.
Stunned, she tumbled into the street on her ass.
"Give back the clothes!!!"
Rough hands stripped her bare.
"W-wait... Kyaaah!"
Instantly naked in the middle of the red-light district. No panties.
Her tits too massive to cover with hands—barely hiding nipples made it lewder.
Crowd stares, harassment barrage.
Check those tits! Which brothel? Can I jump her now? Pussy peek! I'm hard.
"P-please give my clothes back!!"
-SMACK SMACK
"Ow!"
Her pussyjack leather outfit flew, smacking her face.
'Fucking... what kind of tavern is that...'
Surrounded by dozens, forced into a strip show, she threw on the clothes and fled.
Another gig bombed spectacularly.
Already 7 or 8 PM—not ideal for job hunting.
"Haa... No place to sleep either..."
'That tavern... I'll smash it someday... Definitely...'
Charlotte vowed revenge, but survival came first.
Then, a familiar voice.
"Miss... Still no luck with jobs?"
Green-haired ugly guy again.
"Oh, you... Yeah, got one but fired instantly..."
"Want me to hook you up with something?"
"Hm... Sure!"
Slight hesitation, but he'd been nice before—no suspicions, she followed.
"Bit rude to ask, but why not prostitution?"
"Well... I can do sex, but kissing guys or that stuff? Big nope.
Plus, hate being seen as a whore everywhere because of my face. I wanna be an adventurer."
"Perfect! Was gonna suggest just the place."
"Huh? What do you—"
"Almost there. Check it out and decide. We don't force anyone."
Down an alley, moans echoed. Turning a corner revealed women embedded in walls, asses out. Men pounding away, lines forming.
"Bro, counsel this one!"
"Ooh... New girl?"
The guy his bro called approached.
Short black hair, burly build, but polite demeanor eased her guard.
"Uh... This is kinda..."
"No worries, just hear me out. I'm Seigen, East District Sex Disposal Manager."
"Sex Disposal Manager?"
"Know the population ratio? 70% men, 30% women. Tons of guys pent up.
Brothels cost a day's pay, so we made Sex Disposal Zones! Women relax in the wall, guys quick-release and go. Fast and convenient—our motto!"
'Hm? Sounds decent?'
"Total anonymity for women! Housewives, kinky nobles—no leaks. That's why they come."
'Ooh, getting better?'
"Wanna try? Pay right after shift—no overnight worries."
'Perfect for me! Money and scratches that Lust Arts itch!'
"I'll do it!"
The wall's interior was comfier than expected.
Fully enclosed, spacious height, air holes.
'Whoa... Super comfy? Could nap face-down.'
Sponge-like, not stone—plush and soft.
"Alright~ New girl's here, line up on this side~"
'Ah... Starting...'
Thrilling setup—strangers dumping cum in her pussy... Her slit was already soaked.
"Damn, what an ass. New bitch looks tasty."
-SQUELCH
"Hngh..."
"Whoaaa! Fuck, top-tier pussy!! Hngh!!"
Guy loved it, pounding hard from the jump.
-SPLURT SPLURT!
"Hnnngh!!"
Charlotte felt the load, mini-orgasm.
"Gahhh... She's a total succubus."
Blasted in under 30 seconds.
"Hurry up, my turn."
-SQUIIIISH!!
"Haah!!"
"Fuck!! Amazing!!"
"Right? Insane. Lemme go again."
-CLINK
Perk: Coin slot drops earnings right in front—track your haul easy.
Current rate: 2 silvers per creampie.
Versus 2 gold back at Lucea brothels—a tenth—but coins rained, mood soared.
'Prostitution's the best... Money, pleasure... Why didn't I think of this sooner?'
Word spread fast—huge line now.
No breaks, constant pounding.
Avg one minute per load, cash piling.
"Haaaang!! So good!!! Hngh!!!"
No faces meant pure pussy sensation.
No guy visible, no revulsion—just raw bliss.
100% job satisfaction for Charlotte.
Do what you love, be happy.
Tavern stress? Vanished. Pure ecstasy remained.