Suspenders-Wearing Cat -1-
-Clop clop!! Clop clop!!
After shattering Romario's mind and tossing him out of the carriage, the road to the ruins said to house a cat was exceedingly smooth a few days later.
"Hold it! Stop right there! This is an Imperial Security Bureau checkpoint. We'll need to inspect—"
Once we left the Emperor's direct territories including the capital and hit the major roads, checkpoints started popping up everywhere. It made sense, given the Demon King crisis stirring up monsters and demons.
Most folks were lined up for inspections. After all, these checkpointed roads were the safest from monsters.
"They said just showing this ring would do the trick?"
"Ah... You're the one the Baron's office notified us about via official dispatch. Our apologies. You're free to pass."
Thanks to Tibolt handling things properly, flashing the ring got us a near-free pass through Capulet Barony territory.
Saves time. Nice.
Plus, being undead who neither ate, drank, nor slept, we bypassed villages and cities when possible. Still, some routes forced us through towns or small cities.
"Welcome! The Baron Regent instructed us to treat Lord Diogenes Cynicus with utmost hospitality. Please rest easy in our city."
"No need. We're just passing through."
"Uh... Pardon?"
City checkpoints were free passes too. The local administrators tried fawning over us, but we ignored them and rolled on.
A few days into the journey:
"Nom nom, slurp slurp, lick liiiick, guzzle!!"
"Haaah... Master is eating my pussy...!! So happy!!♥ Haaah♥ Kangjang will make even more pussy juice...♥"
I was licking today's meal-duty Kangjang's pussy, nourishing myself on her juices, when:
"Hee hee hee."
"Slurp... Gulp... Hm? We there?"
"Awoo!!♥"
Kangjang climaxed dramatically just as the coachman announced our arrival.
"Haaaah... Ooooh...♥"
-Swish
"Time to get out if we're here."
I gently pushed aside Kangjang, still basking in her afterglow, and sat up.
"I'll clean you, Master."
"Ahh♥ Master's firm abs... so beautiful♥"
"Prince's back♥ So big and majestic♥"
-Rub rub
Masa, Dena, and Mari swooped in to clean my body.
-Jiggle jiggle
-Squish squish
Using their tits as rags, no less.
"Master♥ How's your personal slutty body wipe service?"
Dena asked, rubbing her breasts against my abs, our eyes locking.
"Obviously soft and feels great."
"An honor♥"
-Rub rub
At my praise, Dena and the Living Death girls rubbed their tits even more vigorously.
Drying off with their breasts as towels. Undead don't produce waste, so aside from my cock sticky with blended pussy juice and cum, I was spotless. But the service felt amazing—soft and pleasurable—so I always indulged.
"We'll dress you, Master."
"Come on~ Arms out, Prince♥"
"Lovely cock-sama♥ I'll handle the pants♥"
Having them equip inventory gear that auto-fitted was for the same reason.
"Haaah...♥ Thank you for your seed, Master...♥"
"Oh, Kangjang's up."
"Yes♥"
Kangjang recovered fast thanks to mana circulation after I devoured her pussy to orgasm.
-Creak
Once I and my four Living Death girls were ready, the carriage door opened at my will.
"Let's go then."
"Yes."
"Dena!! All set!!"
"Hee hee~"
"We'll follow."
We stepped out.
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"Just in case, get inside."
"Hee hee!!"
"Mmph!!"
"Moo!!"
"Mmph mph!!"
The coachman and three horses responded to my order. To be safe, I stored the carriage and horses in my undead-exclusive inventory—gained from job [Necro Lord]—the Necro King's Domain.
Pale necrofire erupts, engulfing the carriage and horses.
-Whoosh!
The pale flames vanished, leaving no trace of the carriage or horses. Safely stowed in the Necro King's Domain.
"Heh, that's the place."
In the distance loomed what was once a massive city.
My skyrocketing physical stats amplified my already superhuman senses to overwhelming levels. Deploying all six, I felt air currents, terrain, mana flows, even tiny movements like they were in my grasp.
This city's scale rivaled Seoul.
Hm... Before the Roman Empire, it was one of Gryon Kingdom's famed metropolises.
A superpower ruling nearly a quarter of the supercontinent. Medieval-ish, but fantasy world—scale checks out.
"Hm..."
Senses spread wide, but the city center felt blurry, something blocking detection despite the distance.
Instead... Shadows?
Dark aura.
Cast a detection spell?
Not my specialty, but handy for intel. As I pondered:
"Hm... Oh ho..."
From the city's western sector—past our entry point—a intriguing presence. The city teemed with them, but this one stood out. Its twisted form etched clearly in my mind.
Perfect for local intel gathering.
Classic mercenary ploy: recruit locals.
"Let's head that way."
Target locked.
"Onward, girls."
"Awoo!!"
"Moo!"
"Fwaa~"
"Dow."
We entered the city.
Ruined to perfection. Crumbled meaningless walls and gates; the outer slums inferred from faint traces, mostly gone.
"Hm.."
Inside, time-weathered but somewhat intact buildings bore human traces. The central bell tower—visible here—half-collapsed, forlornly majestic no more.
Broad roads once for people and horses now cracked and shattered by ages.
No weeds in the cracks—this cursed land denied even that. Lethal necro-mana pollution for normal life.
5-6 story buildings: roofs caved, doors gone save a few.
And most tellingly:
-....
-Whiiiish...
-Humm... huuumm..
Inexplicable movements in buildings, beyond wind. I knew the cause instantly.
Ghosts.
Sensed them pre-entry. Tibolt's ghost monsters—and my "locals."
Too lazy to count, but plenty of wraiths infested the city.
"Whisper whisper.."
"???"
"Mutter mutter."
"Whispers..."
We hid presences constantly, but they sensed something off, watching warily without approaching. Lots of eyes.
A normal person would've felt terror here, but we felt...
"Oh, fuck. Feels refreshing as hell."
"Awoo!!"
"Moo!!"
"Fwaa~"
"Da dow da."
Forest-bath fresh and crisp. Gloomy for mortals, necro-rich with ghosts—but paradise for undead like us.
Anyway, savoring that freshness, how far did we go?
"This... a red-light district?"
"Awo?"
"Moo woo."
"Fwaa~"
"Dow."
Deeper west, vibe shifted starkly. Still eerie, but composition different.
-Creak creak
Faded gaudy sign remnants dangled, creaking like dying moans in the wind.
-Flutter
Torn lavish curtains fluttered lonely in windows where women once flirted with men.
Golden ornate frames rusted spiderwebbed. Forbidden to outer slums—this was elite pleasure quarter for insiders.
Senses showed low wraith density here.
Eyes on one spot.
-....
The grandest ruin mid-district, retaining faded glamour. Slightly maintained, cleaner than others. Still shabby.
"That's it."
Intriguing presence from there.
We approached.
-Creeeak...
"Hoo."
Door swung open automatically. Welcoming us.
"Welcomed—polite to enter."
"Awoo!!"
"Moo!!"
"Fwaa~"
"Dow."
Girls reacted: Kangjang cracked knuckles; Dena hand on hilt; Mari sly grin; Masa gripped pistol.
No need to go that hard...
Inside was negligible to us.
Anyway, we entered.
Layout screamed high-end brothel. Vast entry with worn grand chandelier—lobby for seducing/teasing clients, picking girls. Rooms with beds, mirrors, faded erotic nudes on walls.
-Step step
Irrelevant to us; deeper in.
Follow us? Old mana torches on walls ignite.
Upstairs: girls' quarters, dressing rooms pre-service. Neat old vanities, wardrobes.
Empty wardrobes sparked an idea.
"Right. Fitting spot. Time to dress up my cuties."
-Snap
Tuning Dead
4 corpses from morgue consumed; 4 outfits crafted, sent to inventory.
And "Equipment Exchange."
Swaps set gear with current instantly.
Targets: My darling Living Death girls.
-Flash!!
Their outfits glowed and vanished—
-Flash!!
New ones appeared.
"Awoo!!"
"Moo!!"
"Fwaa.. fwaawoo!!"
"Dowa da.. woo da!!"
Slutty, exposing dresses I'd designed for whores now clad them.
-Rub rub
-Squish squish
-Jiggle jiggle
Kangjang, Dena, Mari, Masa hugged, rubbing gratefully—marking territory. Soft, pleasurable bodies.
My usual designs were hot, but these even more. Revert post-brothel—better for action. Still, fuckable; occasional dress-up sex.
Deeper in, past dressing room—to brothel core, densest necro spot west.
3rd floor smaller but one vast room. Desk, chair—tidy office vibe.
Contrast: half huge bed, vanity, silk curtains, silver censor, nude murals, lewd statues. Obvious fuck-den.
Two vibes in one: brothel duality.
"Hm.."
-Swish
I sat on the big bed, presence emanating.
-Grip
Something seized my ankle. Glancing down:
"Hee hee.. hee hee hee, handsome gentleman...."
A translucent woman—gray skin, disheveled faded blonde, hair over eyes—gripped my ankle.
"Let's get sticky together...!!!"
Chilling grin, she yanked me under the bed.
Jackpot—ripe local!! I grinned inwardly, relaxing as dragged. Eager for her intel and fun ahead.
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-Shunk!!
"Master!!"
"The nerve!!"
"Filth dares!!"
Seokgil sucked under like bait; Kangjang, Dena, Masa reacted instantly. Supreme undead sensed the wraith, but ignored since stronger Seokgil didn't care. Wraith power dust to them.
But daring to harm their revered, beloved, absolute Master? Unprecedented rage, killing intent billowing.
-Rooooar!!!
Space warped; room chilled instantly.
-Rumble rumble!!
Just aura—quake-like vibes. Brothel sector trembled faintly.
"H-Hiiik!?"
"D-Damn!? What the hell entered!?"
"R-Run!!"
"Uwaaaah!!"
Nearby wraiths fled in terror.
"Master!!"
Kangjang lunged fist-first to smash bed.
"Hold on~"
"What!? Get out now, you bi—!!"
Mari blocked with staff. Kangjang glared murderously.
Mari's usual sleazy grin held odd maturity.
"I get it, but can't interrupt Prince's fun~"
-Thud!! Thud!!
Bed bucked as she spoke—Seokgil and wraith inside.
"Hee hee, handsome sir!! Play with me!!"
Wraith's ecstatic laugh and moans from below.
But:
"Play with me...!! Huh?"
-Drip
Voice cut short.
"W-Wait? Why strip your pants yourself? Usually I... Huh? W-What's that? Why's your cock splitting and multiplying...!!! Hiiik!?"
-Shlorp!!
Squelch squelch
-Buck!! Buck!!
"W-Wait!! S-Save—!!"
Horror crept into screams; wet sticky sounds, bed bucking.
"Hee hee~ Let him enjoy."