Men Arrive in the Duchy
“You’re saying you’ll send the male prostitutes... directly to the duchy?”
Rosena barely managed to rein in her trembling voice, forcing down the involuntary widening of her eyes.
A tingle of pleasure spread from deep in her lower belly, making her legs want to part on their own, but she clenched her thighs hard and held herself still.
She could feel the sticky slick leaking from between her pussy lips, soaking through her underwear.
On the other side of the crystal orb, Lilith smiled with alluring grace and gave a small nod.
“Yes, that’s right. It seems like the perfect opportunity to promote the Dreaming Chalice far and wide. If Your Grace permits it, I’ll make sure the nobles of the Rosena Duchy receive truly the finest treatment—and an unforgettable ecstasy. What do you think?”
“Ahem...”
Rosena coughed lightly, trying to hide the flush blooming across her cheeks.
“Well... there’s no need to turn away a goodwill gesture offered first, I suppose. Then, how long were you thinking of keeping those men here?”
“Hmm... on our side, we were thinking at least two weeks, perhaps as long as a month. What would Your Grace prefer?”
At Lilith’s question, Rosena stroked her chin as though deep in thought.
In truth, her womb was already twitching with the urge to keep them for a whole year if she could, but outwardly she wore the mask of a duke as cool and composed as ever.
“To be honest, this is the first time I’m saying it, but the last time in Hereun was too short to properly judge their value. I’d need to keep them near me a little longer and watch them closely to know for sure. I’ve just read the proposal you sent as well. Whether this contract is concluded will depend on how satisfied I am this time... no, how satisfied the nobles of our duchy are.”
“I’m honored. Then when should we send the boys up? We’ll match Your Grace’s preferred timing perfectly.”
Rosena clenched a fist beneath her desk and kept her voice carefully even.
“There’s no need to drag this out. Send them as quickly as possible once preparations are complete. We’ll be launching a large-scale dungeon raid before long anyway, so by then we won’t even have the leisure to enjoy ourselves even if we wanted to.”
“Understood. We’ll send the boys up to the duchy without delay once everything is ready. Please look forward to it.”
With Lilith’s soft, seductive answer, the translucent magical light of the crystal orb that had illuminated the desk faded out with a dull blink.
The heavy silence settled once more over the dimmed office, but on Duke Rosena’s face, a dark and dangerous smile had already begun to spread without her even noticing.
Her lower belly throbbed, and the depths of her womb twitched, but Rosena sternly forced her instincts back down.
It wasn’t as though she was thrilled at the thought of being mercilessly pounded by Damian’s cock all night again, too helpless to resist while she was ruined beneath him.
No, she told herself again and again—it was only the arrogant desire to trample that obnoxious bastard in return, the one who had shamelessly toyed with her all the way to rock bottom and then had the audacity not even to send a single message afterward.
How dare he treat me, a duke of the demon realm, like some beast and then just abandon me...? Just you wait until you come. This time I’ll make you kneel at my feet and beg me to fuck you cheap.
Her thoughts were already lost in fantasies of thoroughly breaking Damian and claiming dominance over him, yet sticky arousal kept seeping nonstop from between her wet pussy lips, soaking the inside of her thighs.
If she was going to properly teach that brazen, insolent man-whore a lesson, she would need a stage worthy of it.
Simple sex, rolling around like animals, would never satisfy the burning thirst inside her—or the resentment she had been forced to swallow for so long.
Rosena let out one long, heated breath, then lightly tapped the summoning device resting on one side of her desk.
Not long after, the heavy door opened and Baek Seon-hwa strode in at once, swift and precise.
“Your Grace, you summoned me.”
Rosena leaned back deep into her chair, wearing the cold mask of an iron-faced duke, and spoke in an imperious tone.
“Baek Seon-hwa, begin an immediate and thorough renovation of the entire duchy, including the guest district inside the castle and everything outside it.”
“Pardon? Suddenly? We’re already short on manpower just preparing for the dungeon raid...”
“Do you not hear me? Before long, some terribly rude and very special guests will be arriving from Hereun. Make sure every detail is perfect. Not a single hair, not a speck of dust out of place.”
Deep in Rosena’s eyes as she gave the order, a chill, sticky lust flickered and writhed.
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Is this for real?
Out of nowhere, Lilith had gathered us all and bluntly informed us that we’d be going on a month-long business trip to the duchy.
Judging from the bright smile on her lips and the gleeful lilt in her voice, it looked like her ambitious business plan to expand the Dreaming Chalice was going off without a hitch.
So now here I was, trapped in a swaying carriage with a bunch of noisy male prostitutes and being hauled off somewhere.
“Hey, Damian. Just how the hell did you seduce the duke?”
The silver-haired elf pretty boy sitting across from me, Leni, muttered nonstop with his lips puckered in annoyance, as if he had nothing but complaints for me.
“Hmph! You know you’ve been even more obnoxious than usual lately?! You got to serve the duke once and now you’re acting like you’re too good for everyone, huh? Just because you charmed the duke doesn’t mean you suddenly got more manly or something. You and I are the same, aren’t we? Both of us live by spreading our legs, so why are you acting all high and mighty by yourself, huh?!”
His voice, thick with inferiority, seeped through the cramped carriage.
Ever since I’d stolen the VIP appointment from him, the guy who had always strutted around like the star of the brothel had been picking fights with me over every little thing.
I ignored the ridiculous whining buzzing at my ear like a mosquito.
I didn’t even feel it was worth replying, so I folded my arms, leaned my head against the window frame, and slowly shut my eyes.
“Hey! Are you even listening to me? Are you looking down on me?! Do you want a real beating or what...?”
Leni’s screeching, furious with frustration, still reached me, but I merely shifted my body and sank into a deep sleep.
How long had I slept in that jostling carriage? It lurched hard once, then came to a complete stop with a heavy grinding sound.
“Wake up, everyone! We’ve arrived in the duchy!”
At the escort knight’s shout, I blinked my eyes open groggily.
Rubbing the stiffness from my neck, I peered out through the little carriage window, and my jaw nearly dropped at the sight: massive, imposing walls and a grand gate so enormous it seemed to fill the entire view.
That was the true nature of Rosena, one of the greatest powers in the demon realm.
The moment I stepped out of the carriage, the duchy’s vast and overwhelming landscape flooded my vision.
Towers that seemed to spear the sky and heavy castle walls stood like a naked display of the authority held by the duke of the demon realm.
Once we passed through the gate, troops lined up in a long row on both sides of the road as though a formal knightly review were being held in our honor.
Judging by the thick magical energy radiating from them, every last one of them had to be at least a semi-noble-level powerhouse.
“Thank you for traveling such a long way. Welcome to the Rosena Duchy.”
A count standing at the center of the formation, fully armored in silver plate, approached and bowed politely. For a moment, I had no choice but to doubt my own eyes.
Wait—were they really showing this much ceremony to a bunch of male prostitutes who did nothing but shake their asses and sell their bodies?
That level of lavish treatment was the kind of thing reserved for high nobles from another territory or visiting state guests.
And I wasn’t the only one stunned.
Leni, who had been grumbling without pause beside me, stood frozen with his mouth hanging open, and the other male prostitutes shrank back under the pressure of the overwhelming atmosphere.
Even the head maid who had escorted us here looked visibly flustered by the unexpected hospitality.
“This way, please.”
Following the count’s polite guidance, we entered the territory and found ourselves surrounded by facilities so extravagant and luxurious that it almost made my eyes spin.
We were led into an opulent high-class reception room, as if we were genuine nobles of rank.
Had I ever seen such a grand and lavish space in my life?
Beneath a giant chandelier that filled the whole room with light, a long table was laden with the finest delicacies, steaming with heat.
Everything on it looked so good it was enough to make my mouth water on the spot.
“You must be tired from the long journey, so please eat at your leisure for now.”
As the count gently invited us, the male prostitutes, who had been tense as bowstrings, finally let out sighs of relief and turned their eyes toward the food. Leni, too, swallowed hard and was just about to move toward the table.
But at that moment, the count’s cold gaze shot straight toward me, the one mixed in among the group.
“However, Damian. You will come with me.”
Instantly, the air in the reception room, which had been on the verge of turning noisy, froze solid.
Everyone’s eyes turned to me at once, and Leni bared a sly, gloating smile.
Feeling cold sweat slide down my spine, I swallowed dryly.
After giving a short bow to the head maid, who was looking at me with concern, I said I’d be back soon, then silently followed after the count.
I could feel the mixed stares from behind me—mockery from some, relief from others—but I didn’t bother looking back.
The count led me to the tallest structure in the entire territory, a huge spire that seemed almost like a symbol of power itself.
Beyond the spiral staircase, a corridor so long I couldn’t see the end stretched out before me.
With every step I took, display cases lined along both sides came into view.
Inside them were rows upon rows of rare and dazzling magical tools, so valuable they seemed impossible to price.
These were not mere decorations; each one was an artifact carrying enormous magical power, and even passing by them was enough to make my breath catch.
It was an overwhelming space, as if flaunting the immense wealth and power possessed by the Seven Dukes of the Demon Realm. I swallowed dryly again, my nerves stretched tight, and carefully kept walking.
At last, at the end of the corridor, the count stopped in front of a massive ebony door radiating a crushing sense of authority. Facing the tightly shut door, she bowed politely and spoke.
“Your Grace, the male prostitute you ordered has been brought.”
After a brief silence, a cold, weighty voice drifted out from beyond the thick door.
“Enter.”
With just that one word, it felt as if my heart had dropped straight to the floor. The count nodded at me and stepped back.
“Go in.”
My hands trembling, I gripped the cold handle and slowly pushed open the heavy door. With a creaking groan, the enormous office beyond it opened into an air of chill quiet.
And in the center of that spacious room stood a woman silhouetted against the light from a great window.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, with long black hair as dark as pitch, neatly tied back.
The voluptuous, curved body that showed through her dress was unreal in its sensuality.
In particular, the mole resting beneath her tightly closed lips added a strange, sultry edge to her naturally cold, haughty expression. It was Duke Rosena, one of the rulers of the demon realm.
Slowly turning from the window to look out over her territory, she caught me in her predator’s gaze, cold and unyielding. Then her red lips curved into the faintest smile as she opened them.
“So you’ve come, Damian.”