Virtual Lust and the Ugly Merchant Casting Call
A black-suited tout led me deeper into the shop after I picked the black-haired straight-haired prostitute from the lineup.
The brothel's interior featured a narrow hallway stretching far back, giving off strong coin-karaoke vibes.
Rooms lined both sides at regular intervals, each marked with a number—and there were quite a few of them.
The lineup hadn't had that many options, which struck me as odd.
I stopped in front of room 42. The tout grinned sleazily and swung the door open.
"Right this way. Enjoy."
The room was ridiculously cramped. I grimaced instantly. It was barely big enough for one person to lie down in.
Felt like a dirt-cheap goshiwon single room.
No way two people could tangle up and fuck in here.
And there wasn't even a proper bed—just a chair and a desk. On the desk sat some weird gadget that looked like a sun cap or a welding mask, but with a transparent crystal visor covering the face.
Sex in a place like this?
The tout caught my sour expression and flashed his signature oily smile.
"First time here, right? Let me explain how it works."
"How it works?"
Not "how to use it"—how it works. Odd word choice. But the kid didn't look like he'd slipped up. I listened as he rattled on smoothly.
"First, take a seat and put on the VL Mask on the table."
"VL Mask?"
"Yeah. Masterpiece from Baron Ben Rod, Kegen's greatest alchemist, after over twenty years of research. You'll be blown away once you try it."
The name gave me a pretty good idea what it was.
I slipped on the VL Mask as instructed. The headband adjusted perfectly to my size—alchemy magic, no doubt.
Nothing changed at first. The transparent crystal front let me keep staring at the cramped room's walls.
"Just wait a sec, and the VL Mask will activate."
Sure enough, after about ten seconds, my vision shifted. An image projected onto the crystal screen.
A cute boot-up animation played for five seconds, like something from a computer, then the face of the black-haired whore I'd picked appeared.
"Holy shit. This tech is real."
I was genuinely impressed. Even with magic and alchemy, pulling off something this advanced was insane.
And the original story never mentioned it, so the surprise hit harder.
"Haha, everyone says that on their first time."
If it wowed me—someone from a world where this shit existed—what would it do to someone with zero clue?
Like a caveman seeing a plane for the first time.
"The real shock's still coming. Now open the drawer on the left."
I pulled it open. Inside was a soft, silicone-like toy with a gaping hole in the center.
Very familiar to me—an onahole.
"It's an artificial masturbation device. Slide it onto your cock, and the video starts. Better to experience it yourself than hear me explain. Have fun."
The tout shut the door behind him. Yeah, this was a VL jerk-off booth. Explained the dirt-cheap whore prices.
Feels like I got scammed.
Anyone expecting real pussy would be pissed. Might even call it fraud.
Though a whore worth at least five silvers being that cheap was suspicious from the jump.
Made sense why there were so many rooms, like a coin karaoke joint. With the VL Masks, they could handle endless customers.
No real sex was a letdown, but I was curious about VL jerking.
Never tried it back home. Saw memes about VR porn existing online, but never bought any.
Why bother when I could get real pussy anytime?
Might as well give it a shot now. Curiosity over pleasure.
"Slide this onahole onto my dick to start, right?"
I stripped off my pants. The thing was small enough for one hand, but the hole looked too tight for my thick cock—thicker than a toilet paper roll.
But when I pressed my glans against it, the hole stretched automatically. Special alchemy toy, like the mask.
These alone probably weren't cheap. But mass-producing for a brothel chain? They'd recoup fast.
VL sex industry. Filing that away. Could be a goldmine for developing Coolong County.
The onahole gripped my cock perfectly. The video kicked off.
The black-haired whore with sultry eyes smiled seductively as she stripped. Her movements were so languid and pro, she reeked of experience.
"Hehe... Master~! Staring at me like that with those lecherous eyes... it's so embarrassing..."
Her voice dripped seduction, not a hint of shame. She rolled her eyes playfully like a nine-tailed fox spirit. Killer acting chops.
"Ahhn~! Don't move, Master. Let me service you..."
She approached slowly. I reached out, but my hand didn't show on-screen. Tech limitation—I was stuck in first-person view through the VL Mask.
"Hehe. Master's here... so fresh and perky. You must really like me, huh?"
She dropped to her knees and crawled forward. Fully nude now, her body was flawless—no blemishes, at least C-cup tits, and her pubes neatly trimmed into an inverted triangle.
Photoshopped?
She was that polished. Right in front of me, she looked up with a cute pout.
"Huu... It's so hot here. Must mean Master's thinking of me all fiery, right? Hehe! I'm thrilled."
She flicked her finger at my cock.
Instantly, a soft tingle hit my glans tip—like a real fingertip. The onahole synced perfectly with the video. Way better than expected.
This might beat real VR porn.
Baron Ben Rod was a goddamn genius. If he'd been in my world, porn would've leaped forward a century.
"Hehe. Twitching like that... so cute. Mas-ter's muta-ting!"
Her acting was top-tier. She'd crack the AV industry's yearly top five easy. My cock drooled precum inside the onahole, ready for more.
"Such an impatient dick. Hnn... What should I do with it? Nom it all up... like this?!"
She engulfed my cock. The onahole contracted, mimicking a mouth perfectly.
Oral simulation was spot-on. Slick fluid leaked out, feeling just like thrusting into a wet mouth. Grip strength was realistic—not too tight.
"Mmmph... Glrk! Ymm... Glrk! Mmmngh...!"
Best part: the sync between her eager blowjob vid and the onahole.
When she parted her lips with a moan, the grip loosened; when she glared sharp and deepthroated, it clamped hard.
Even a sex master like me had to admit—the polish was insane. Minor flaws in the fine details, but fix those, and it'd be indistinguishable from real pussy. Real fucking with an onahole.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!
I blew a massive load. The animation even showed the cumshot faithfully. She gulped it down greedily.
"Slurp! Sluuuurp! Chuuuurp... Slurp!"
She licked up the dribbles from her lips, then flashed a refined smile and tilted her head.
"Thank you for the precious seed, Master. Haa... You must love me this much."
She grinned mischievously and pointed to her crotch.
"Wanna do it down here now?"
Oral done, pussy next? Solid progression.
"To unlock the lower half, insert 1 silver into the coin slot on the right~! I'll be waiting, Master~!"
The video cut out. Text appeared in the corner of my vision.
To continue, insert 1 silver into the coin slot.
DLC-style content slicing for profit. They'd studied real-world upselling. I pulled off the VL Mask.
"This shit prints money."
Gotta track down Baron Ben Rod later.
No urge for the extra content. Even if it felt real, I craved actual pussy more.
I set the mask on the desk, opened the door, and headed out through the narrow hall to the lobby.
As I aimed for the exit, a middle-aged guy in an all-black suit tapped my shoulder. Totally out of place in a brothel.
Who the fuck's this?
"Got a minute to talk?"
"Huh? What about?"
"I'm Tolro, the owner here. May I have your name?"
"Derek Walker."
Tolro was tall and lanky. He eyed me up and down, rubbing his hands eagerly.
"Knew it the second I saw you, Mr. Walker. This is the guy!"
"Knew what?"
"Straight talk: wanna be an actor?"
"An actor?"
Tolro's eyes sparkled.
"Yes! Acting. We do more than VL Mask virtual sex— we make and sell videos too."
"Videos? You mean sex videos?"
Real-world porn industry.
"Exactly. Mostly for high nobility right now. Magic items for storing footage are pricey—not for commoners."
VL Masks were reusable shop fixtures, but porn vids sold as one-off magic items from mage towers? Yeah, expensive.
"Mass production drops prices, commoners buy in, and the market explodes. Human lust is infinite!"
Guy had killer business sense.
"Mr. Walker, how about it? Star in our videos! You're perfect for our new 'Ugly Merchant' series! That orc face, sleazy vibe, flabby gut, aura like you could crush a couple folks easy—you're exactly what I'm looking for!"