Black Market Maps

"Then, shall we leave it at this?"

After ending the hypnosis on Eloise, I sat her down on the sofa. She stared back at me with a dazed expression. I stepped into the room, retrieved a small notebook ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and a pen, and handed them to her.

"Here. Sketch out the black market entrances you know and the approximate location of the shop you commissioned for Chloe's elixir manufacturing."

Eloise hesitated for a moment before taking the notebook and pen, then began to scribble. With a serious face as if dredging up memories, she started drawing a rough map of the black market. She added several dots and filled in detailed information about the entrances. She noted specific locations such as the back alley of a nameless tavern, a manhole in front of a residential complex, and the space beyond the collapsed wall of an abandoned building, then handed me the neatly organized notebook.

"...This is a place I visit often. To think there was a black market beyond that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wall."

"Most ordinary people feel fear at the mere mention of the black market and stay away. Even if they do enter, the prices are usually exorbitant or involve rip-offs, so even those who know about it rarely pay it much attention."

As she pointed to spots on the map and explained, I recognized the alleys and shops I had passed many times. I wondered whether a black market could really have so many entrances, but she said it was because the scale was far larger than I imagined. The more I heard about how the black market operated, the less sense it made, so I simply decided to accept it.

"Anyway... so this is the shop you entrusted with the elixir manufacturing?"

I pointed at the checked spot on the map. It sat a little apart from the black market's center. I began asking Eloise all sorts of questions about the shop, and she answered every one with diligent care.

"To summarize... it's a shop that's operated in the black market for quite a long time. The owner is a money-obsessed dark elf with a beautiful face and skin that looks like it would taste like chocolate if licked, correct?"

Even under hypnosis, Eloise looked at me with an expression that suggested she found my summary both unpleasant and idiotic.

"To be precise, she is a half-elf with black skin. One of her parents was a dark elf. And licking her skin will not produce any particular flavor."

"How would you know? Have you licked her? All you ever do is suck on Chloe's toes anyway."

Seeming offended, Eloise frowned, but I ignored her and fell into thought. I was familiar with dark elves among the professors and half-elves among the students, yet I had never seen a half-elf with black skin. Moreover, her outstanding appearance made me all the more curious.

"Ah. But I've already used up today's hypnosis quota just now."

I naturally summoned the system window in the air and let out a sigh. No matter how I looked at it, entering the black market without a single safeguard was far too dangerous for me.

"Tsk... It's a shame, but the black market will have to wait until next time."

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Having decided to meet the black-skinned half-elf owner another day, I chose to visit Maila. Ever since I first claimed her, I would often drop by the library whenever I felt bored and entwine my body with hers. Perhaps because hypnosis was unnecessary, we met face-to-face quite frequently. Since it was the weekend, she was surely on duty at the library.

"Right. Then... you."

Looking at the hypnotized Eloise, I pondered briefly. From the attitude she had shown upon entering, it seemed she planned to discipline me again, but since I intended to leave immediately, I decided not to engage.

"Alright, Eloise. Rest comfortably."

I seated the dazed Eloise on the sofa and left the room at a leisurely pace. The moment I closed the door, I ended the hypnosis. Sounds of movement soon came from inside, letting me imagine Eloise's flustered state, but I chose not to dwell on it. She would probably just assume she felt a little tired.

With that, I casually left the dormitory building.

"The weather really is nice."

Basking in the hot sunlight as I walked the streets, I looked around while heading toward the library. The academy's paths, bathed in the gentle morning sun of a weekend, carried the atmosphere of a peaceful day. Freed from the weekday bustle, students out for leisure and professors buying drinks at cafés dotted the area. Families with young children filled the central plaza, and a small performance was underway. It truly was a day when many people were simply resting, as expected of the weekend.

Making my way through that tranquil mood, I walked to the library. Even on the weekend, quite a few students burned with academic fervor. Several glanced my way and began whispering, but I paid them no mind, crossed the wide lobby, and headed inside while peering toward the counter. I knew she worked weekends, yet someone else now occupied the counter.

"She must have gone to organize books again."

Since I visited Maila often, I had a rough idea of her location. If the staff member was not at the counter, they were either in the lounge or handling other tasks, so finding her was never difficult.

"Given Maila's personality, she wouldn't hide away in the lounge... She must be on another floor."

Familiar with the routine, I headed for the stairs and began searching floor by floor, just as I had when I first hypnotized her. Before long I found her in a corner, grunting softly as she organized books on a remote shelf.

Just as I was about to approach, a mischievous impulse struck me. I quietly moved behind her and spoke.

"Excuse me... Do you carry volume two of The Secret Flower Story of a Lady and Her Master?"

"Haa... I'm sorry, but our library does not handle such obscene novels. Besides, that book already concluded with volume one."

"Eh? That was a real book?"

"Pardon?"

Maila, who had answered without thinking, quickly turned around. When she saw me, she let out a silent scream.

"I always think this, but Maila really is quite fearful."

"...It's only toward Master that I'm like this."

Watching Maila act shy while producing that cute voice made it feel as if my missing manhood had grown hard again.

"...So what brings you here?"

"Why else would I come to the library on a weekend? If not to study, then to meet you. Today I came to see you."

"Tsk. So you simply have nowhere else to vent your lust?"

"Now, now. Talking back again, are we?"

Maila in casual clothes rather than her school uniform looked refreshingly different. She wore a neatly fitted cream-colored t-shirt, and the matching sky-blue tennis skirt made her legs appear longer and more slender.

I approached the grumbling Maila and pulled her into my arms. She flinched in surprise, tapped my shoulder, and whispered quietly.

"W-wait a moment! I'm still working!"

"What does it matter? I can help you finish afterward."

"But other ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠people..."

"From what I saw earlier, there weren't many. Besides, this corner only has unpopular books, so hardly anyone comes here."

I silenced the flustered Maila with a kiss and carefully lifted the front of her top. A pure white bra greeted me. I slowly caressed her breasts, then slipped my hand beneath the fabric. Soon her bare breasts were exposed.

Maila, who had been squirming, seemed to resign herself. She pulled over the book cart she had been using and positioned it to block the view from outside. Of course it would look suspicious if anyone came close, but under the reasonable assumption that no one would visit the library on a weekend just to browse this particular section, I resumed moving my hands.

"Hngh..."

As I carefully kneaded her soft breasts and teased the two pink peaks at their tips, a cute moan slipped from her lips. I lowered my head, moved my face to her chest, and used my hand to bring one breast to my mouth. The soft, warm flesh I never tired of enveloped my cheeks—a texture I could touch all day without growing bored.

Before long her nipple had stiffened. I began sucking on her breast like a baby seeking milk.

Slurp, suck, suuuuck, slurp.

The sound was louder than expected; I could hear her racing heartbeat. Soon she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her moans, but the sight only aroused me further, so I kept sucking. While tormenting one breast with my hand and sucking the other as if demanding milk, Maila suddenly began tapping my shoulder rapidly. Recognizing the sign of her climax, I moved my hand to her lower body and sucked her nipple even harder.

"Haaangh...! Ngh! Uuuugh...!"

With one hand over her mouth, Maila trembled violently as moans escaped her. A slippery fluid squirted from her secret place. I licked her essence from my fingers, supported her weakened body, and kissed her.

"Shall we do it once more?"

"...Yeees, Master."

Only after reaching climax two more times was Maila finally released from me.