VIP Service (Part 2)
At the heart of Heruen stood the pinnacle of luxury brothels, Illusion's Banquet. Among its lavish chambers, the supreme VIP room—accessible only to the tiniest elite of power brokers—was decorated with eye-searing opulence. Hundreds of magic stones embedded in the chandelier overhead scattered a soft yet sultry glow, while the long marble table stretched with rare vintage wines, the kind even hard to procure in the Demon Capital.
Sinking into plush, massive velvet sofas were five high-ranking female demons, including Duke Rozena herself, who reigned at the apex of the Demon Capital. Two among them were Count-class powerhouses, their sheer magical density thickening the air until it choked the lungs.
"Heh heh heh... Can't wait to see what ragtag male prostitutes shake their asses for us tonight."
Berg, one of the Duke's direct subordinates and a wolf beastkin, bared her sharp fangs in a lewd grin. Her massive hand already crushed the wine glass, her beastly eyes gleaming as if devouring the skin of the men soon to arrive.
At her guttural laugh, Duke Rozena—legs crossed in the center sofa—spoke in a low, even tone.
"Berg. No ripping the male prostitutes to shreds just because they don't suit your tastes, like last time. I'd prefer no blood tonight."
Rozena's voice was flat, stripped of inflection, yet laced with an irresistible aura of absolute dominance.
Unfazed by the rebuke, Berg threw her head back in booming laughter.
"Hahaha! Great Duke, we paid top coin for premium male prostitutes, but they just trembled uselessly in bed without satisfying me. That's straight-up fraud—they paid the price for it!"
The other Count-class demon beside her nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Berg's right. Lowly males disappointing nobles like us? They deserve to be torn limb from limb."
"Exactly. These brothels peddle pretty faces with zero bedroom skills. Illusion's Banquet better live up to the hype, or this pricey wine'll be the real waste."
As the nobles chattered in raucous approval, Rozena elegantly sipped her red wine and issued a curt command.
"Fine. Punishing subpar brothel fare is only natural. But this is my personal visit—keep it moderate."
"Yes, Great Duke! I'll remember!"
Berg slammed a fist to her chest in vigorous reply. The VIP room heated with ravenous anticipation and veiled lust for the men about to enter. The powerhouses clinked glasses, trading leisurely jests about the night's pleasures.
Just then, the heavy door to the VIP room creaked open cautiously. First through was Count Lilith, owner of Illusion's Banquet, her red bob hair cascading seductively. In a dazzling dress that traced her dizzying curves, she glided in with poised smile, unshaken by the room's overwhelming presence.
"The greatest moon of the Demon Capital, and esteemed nobles. It's our infinite honor that you've graced Illusion's Banquet with your presence."
Lilith bowed deeply and gracefully toward Duke Rozena, her voice silky with an undercurrent of allure.
"You've waited long. Allow me to summon our brothel's most beautiful and enchanting boys to soothe your boredom perfectly."
With a light clap, waiting maids flung the doors wide. On cue, top-tier male prostitutes—drenched in thick perfume, decked in gaudy, tacky finery—filed in along the red carpet. Bringing up the rear of the flashy procession was an outlier: Demian, quietly blending in, prim in a austere black suit.
As the male prostitutes paraded in, the room ignited with thick waves of desire and sticky tension. The high nobles lounged on their sofas, flashing satisfied, predatory smirks as they scanned every inch of exposed flesh.
. . . . .
"Ho~ Faces are solid, at least. Nice muscle tone, skin looks silky smooth. That blond over there? Mine. His hips look promising."
A Count-class demon licked her lips with a red tongue, murmuring. Her neighbor swirled her wine and nodded.
"Illusion's Banquet lives up to the name. Heruen's top brothel—no exaggeration. Haha!"
Satisfied banter flew among the nobles, transforming the room into a rowdy den of revelry. With predator eyes, they ogled the premium males, already picking toys for the night.
"Hey, you. That ass is plump. Come here."
Blatant, viscous summons rained down. Wolf beastkin Berg, eyes flashing feral, crooked a finger at silver-haired elf Reni.
As Reni sashayed forward with a flirtatious sway, Berg's sharp gaze locked on the odd man out at the procession's end.
"Huh? Who's that bundled-up black-clad freak?"
Berg scowled openly, radiating displeasure.
"Looks decent enough, but a male prostitute wrapped head to toe? How the hell are we supposed to gauge his slutty heat? We came to see cocks throbbing in heat, not some dark rag show!"
Every eye in the VIP room snapped to me in the suit at Berg's sharp callout.
Count Lilith approached me with leisurely steps, her signature soft, seductive voice flowing.
"This boy is specially assigned to serve the great Duke Rozena tonight."
BAM—!
No sooner had Lilith spoken than a heavy, destructive crash rocked the room. Berg had slammed her fist into the marble table.
"Specially for our lord, and he shows up trussed like a mummy?! When he should be stripped bare already? You mocking the Duke—and us?!"
Berg snarled, unleashing savage killing intent. Her vibe screamed ready to rip my throat out, but Lilith didn't flinch—instead, she smiled elegantly.
"Perish the thought. Isn't the tight wrapping what sparks curiosity, endless imagination? A box wide open from the start loses appeal fast. We couldn't have a cheap, dime-a-dozen male prostitute for the Duke's noble touch. This is a special gift, prepared so her exalted hands can unwrap it slowly, peeling layers to savor the hidden delicacies~."
Hearing Lilith's fluid pitch right beside me, I broke into cold sweats inwardly.
What...? That wasn't the pervy concept at all.
I'd just hated those tacky, humiliating outfits more than death, but Lilith's flashy spin turned me into a teasing vixen male prostitute in a heartbeat.
This is insane. That wolf bitch looks ready to tear my throat out right now.
But Berg scoffed, unconvinced by the eloquence, and barked.
"Tch! Our lord doesn't play your cheap, shallow games! Hey, strip that junk off and crawl like a dog! Get that dick rock-hard and grovel before her!"
Berg's brutal roar echoed through the VIP room as Duke Rozena—ever silent in the sofa's center—slowly raised a hand.
"Enough."
Two words froze the air solid with overwhelming pressure. Berg clamped her mouth shut and bowed deeply.
The Duke's icy black gaze raked me from head to toe.
"Tired of males panting like dogs in heat. Taming one standing so stiff-necked could be amusing sport. Understood. As the Count says—let's savor unwrapping that closed box slowly."
A faint smile ghosted her stoic lips—subtle, yet breathtakingly alluring, stealing breath from all who saw.
With the Duke's cool nod, Lilith patted my back, nudging me forward. I swallowed dryly, shuffling toward her on trembling legs. My heart hammered like it would shatter ribs and burst free.
Please spare me. Her eyes alone make my knees buckle.
Screaming inwardly, my legs quaked like aspen leaves. I crept forward, a pitiful herbivore tossed before starving beasts—one cautious step at a time.
Reaching the nose of Demon Capital's top power, radiating suffocating force, her thick, intoxicating scent hit me. Her gaze—falling from the fatal beauty mark under her lips—pierced like it saw my soul.
Frozen stiff, I eyed her warily and halted carefully on the rug before her massive sofa.
"I'm Demian, here to serve you tonight, Duke."
Gulp... I swallowed without thinking.
I... I can survive this, right...?