Can I See the Proof Documents?
“Can I see the proof documents?”
“Proof documents?”
Cecilia seemed to rack her brain for a moment, clamping her mouth shut before finally responding.
“Entike, really. He's just a kid someone dumped on me—where would I even have proof documents for that?”
Her words came out naturally enough, but from where I stood nearby, I could see her lips trembling ever so slightly as she fought to hold them steady. Still, Entike—clearly no stranger to this kind of situation—pressed on without missing a beat.
“Then you don't have a city transit permit for this boy named Raoul? By the rules, if you're taking in a child, that permit should be handed over to the guardian...”
“Well... I suppose my relatives must have forgotten. It's our first time dealing with something like this, after all...”
“They must have forgotten...”
Entike closed her eyes briefly at Cecilia's words, falling silent. Then she opened them again, her voice suddenly grave as she continued.
“Cecilia. Do you know what I hear most in situations like this?”
“...What?”
“First it's 'I lost it.' Second it's 'I forgot.' And every time we investigate, it turns out they're exploiting the kids or forcing them into care against their will.”
“I would never do something like that...!”
Cecilia shot back sharply.
But you are exploiting me, though.
Entike raised both hands placatingly, calming her down.
“Cecilia, I'm not some rigid bureaucrat. I know how diligent you are in this commercial district, and your reputation speaks for itself. My gut tells me this isn't child exploitation or anything major. It could be just like you said—your relatives forgot.”
She said that much, but her tone made it clear she didn't buy the 'forgot' part. And who could blame her? Surely they'd warned the family that a situation like this could arise without proper ID. Forgetting that seemed pretty unlikely to anyone with common sense.
If I were Entike, I'd probably think, 'Cecilia seems nice enough—maybe she's just taking good care of an abandoned kid.'
She swallowed lightly before pressing on.
“Still, rules exist to keep things running smoothly. We can't play favorites with investigations. I'll talk to the boy, and if there's no issue, I'll send him right back. I can even issue a temporary ID on the spot. Our guild has solid credibility, so even a temp one should cover you in nearby cities without trouble.”
“...So you're going to talk to Raoul now?”
“Yes. If all's well, I'll have the temp ID ready. Alright, I'll take him to the branch office nearby for a bit.”
“Then I'll come with you.”
“No, Cecilia.”
Entike shot down Cecilia's attempt to tag along and turn it into a 1-on-1 interrogation outside the house.
“No exceptions to the rules. That kind of behavior from you could make things worse. Just wait quietly.”
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And so I ended up heading out with Entike.
I followed along, watching her sky-blue hair sway gently.
The bustling sight of people hurrying about their busy lives felt refreshingly real after so long cooped up.
'Raoul... If they ask something you don't know, just say you don't remember, okay?'
Cecilia, trembling with anxiety at the sudden crisis.
I'd done my best to flash a big smile and reassure her, but that was easier said than done. No wonder she was struggling—this was tough to swallow.
She'd been sucking me dry nonstop all this time. Now she couldn't even sleep without my cock buried in her pussy; she was a full-blown lewd harlot.
At Cecilia's suggestion to hide my face, I'd pulled on a hood like I usually did for outings. She probably still suspected I was nobility and thought getting spotted could complicate things.
But... thinking about it, wasn't this a golden opportunity for me?
Things had been so comfy lazing around the general store, drowning in sloppy sex, but alarm bells had been ringing in my head.
Even if I used my hypnosis to finagle a meeting with the saintess on the day she arrived, what then? She wielded divine power too—might have resistance to my hypnosis.
In other words, prepping countermeasures and building up now was practically essential.
And using this Entike woman as a starting point seemed perfect.
Her speech and aura didn't scream low-rank.
Roast her just right, and she'd help steer future developments smoothly.
But was I still limited to one hypnosis per day? She'd said they'd loosen the restrictions gradually, but I wasn't sure.
Best to make the most of what I could for now. Save the divine power for bigger fish.
I spun my thoughts quickly, then suddenly clung right to Entike walking ahead of me.
“...What's wrong?”
“Oh, um... N-nothing.”
She turned, and I panicked, pulling away.
She tilted her head curiously and kept walking.
Cling.
“………….”
I repeated the cling-and-release act several times.
When burly men flexed their muscles hauling goods, I shrank back, trembling faintly.
Spotting rough-looking adventurers with swords at their hips? I shook harder, plastering myself fully against her.
“Ugh...”
Glancing up through dewy eyes like a lost puppy.
Entike looked down at me and asked what she'd been thinking.
“...Men scare you?”
“N-no, n-not at all. Not scary one bit.”
“……….”
But I was still huddled up, so she pressed her lips thin, hesitated, then cautiously offered her arm.
“...Th-thank you.”
Face flushing red, I wrapped both arms around her limb, nuzzling it lightly as we strolled together, leaning on her.
“Eek...”
A faint sound escaped her. I rolled my eyes her way—a subtle blush tinting her cheeks.
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We reached the regional guild in under ten minutes.
A three-story wooden building dotted with windows, square-shaped all the way to the open roof.
Inside, a middle-aged man at the counter-like desk greeted us alone. Windows open, so the others were probably working in rooms on each floor.
“Stone. Back already?”
“Ah, Entike. Finished that paperwork you wanted? The kid behind you... looks like you've got your hands full.”
The man gave a wry smile at me glued tight to her arm.
“Yeah, well... multitasking. Your office free?”
“Of course. Head right up.”
As she nodded and moved for the stairs, Entike suddenly remembered something and turned back.
“Hey... any snacks left over?”
“Snacks?”
“No, I mean—for the kid...”
“Ah... I'll grab some. Maybe stock kid snacks for next time.”
“No need... really. Thanks.”
We headed to her second-floor office.
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“Then I'll step out.”
Entering the room, a desk straight ahead stacked neatly with papers—clearly for work.
Two long sofas faced each other in front, with a table between. Felt like a principal's office.
We sat on separate sofas, naturally facing off.
“So...”
She brushed her pretty sky-blue locks to the side, easing into the main topic.
“We had company earlier, so maybe you couldn't speak freely. Tell me again—are your relatives for real?”
“Um... sis. Could you look at my hand first?”
“Hand?”
Clap!
I clapped lightly to focus her attention.
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“………….”
Entike's face went blank, life draining from her eyes.
Hadn't used hypnosis in ages, but it worked like a charm.
I munched the table snacks, lounging back relaxed.
Hypnosis is best for fun and games.
These cookies are good.
Gazing into her glazed, hypnosis-softened eyes, I probed personal questions one by one.
“Entike. Got a boyfriend?”
“...Don't really wanna answer.”
Oho... resisting, huh?
“Ugh... Fine, I'll tell.”
Cute little struggle. I focused my divine power to test crumbling her will further.
Instant reaction.
Like tuning a crystal ball—sharpen the nerves.
Pretty coercive power.
“No... Never really dated anyone...”
“Yeah? Virgin then.”
“...Not that.”
Yikes. Hit a sore spot? Dark history incoming? That'd sour my mood.
But curiosity won.
“Not that? Then who was your first?”
“That's...”
Even under mind control, instinctual shame flushed her face beet red.
Then she pointed to... her office desk. Specifically, one drawer.
Weird answer. I snapped my cookie in shock, rising slowly from the sofa.
Approaching the desk in a daze, I pulled open the bottom drawer.
Slide.
“What the fuck is this?”
Seeing the contents, curses flew out naturally.
Hadn't sworn in forever.
I grabbed the item, staring in disbelief.
Long story short: a horse dildo.
Not just big—modeled straight after a horse cock. Even the ring-like bulge midway, transitioning to a darker, reddish-black shaft with insane detail...
Only mercy: the glans wasn't fully flared like a trumpet.
This pervert bitch.
First experience with this, not some normal toy?
“Staring like that... embarrassing...”
Alternating glances between her and the massive dildo, she blushed deeper, squirming and rubbing her thighs together.
...Isekai pervs are all the same.
Who even makes these? Wait... don't tell me.
“Who made this?”
“Well... Heard a rumor about an alchemist named Daisy making these... so I asked her.”
“Knew it...”
First time at Daisy's workshop, the street girls' reactions... She must be way more famous than I thought, products scattered all over Langshu.
Whatever. Not important.
I tucked the horse dildo back, smirked, and began implanting suggestions slowly.