Chapter 115: Slave Hunt (4)
Chapter 115: Slave Hunt (4)
"Big bro, aren't we totally fucked?"
"I don't know. If we're fucked, we're fucked. Surely the Guild Leader wouldn't set us up to be fucked."
Mary and Hatt, members of the Hania Guild of the Thief Guild, swallowed hard as they walked toward Castle Fermaton.
A sudden summons from the Guild Master.
And of all places, it was to the Count’s castle.
"Even if our Guild Leader is the Young Lord’s favorite concubine, there’s no reason to call us thieves to the Lord’s castle."
"Shh! Watch it, big bro! If you call her a concubine so carelessly, we really will be fucked!"
"Then what? Lover? Calling her a lover is... a bit much, isn't it?"
The two men agonized over it, but there was no answer.
In the end, they had no choice but to head to the Lord’s castle as instructed.
"Ugh, if I’d known this would happen, I would’ve had a drink with Dalia before coming."
"Tell me about it. Big bro, how about the three of us grab a drink once Dalia gets back?"
"Sounds good. Once that girl Dalia gets married, she won't have time to drink like she used to. Tsk."
Step, step.
The two men arrived at the main gate of the Lord’s castle.
They had dressed in suits as best they could, but the atmosphere of the castle made them both swallow nervously.
"I have been expecting you."
Sir Lambert, a knight with a solemn expression, scanned the two men intensely from head to toe.
"Are you the ones Yurdias summoned?"
"Yes. We have the token here."
Mary pulled out the token they had received beforehand. Lambert snatched it from Mary’s hand and inspected it personally.
"The token is authentic. You aren't carrying anything dangerous, are you?"
"No, no. Nothing."
"I’ll check for myself. Raise your arms."
With a stiff face, Lambert reached out and patted Mary and Hatt down.
He touched exactly the spots where thieves usually hid their weapons, turning their faces pale. Only after scanning their entire bodies—almost as if he were stripping them bare—did Lambert step back with a satisfied look.
"Hmm... Everything seems in order. You may enter."
"Ah, yes. Thank you."
The two thieves were led to a room, not by Lambert, but by another butler.
Lambert’s gaze lingered on their backs until they left, sending a chill down their spines, but given the location, they just tried to brush it off.
"As expected of the Fermaton family. Their body searches are incredibly thorough."
"Didn't that feel a bit... excessive for a body search?"
"It just shows how tight Fermaton’s security is. If the Guild Leader hadn't warned us, we would’ve been caught for sure."
"This way, please."
The room the butler led them to had a somewhat decadent and suggestive atmosphere.
Inside, there was a long rectangular table.
The table had a soft mattress fixed on top of it, looking more like a bed, and it seemed large enough for a person to lie down comfortably.
"You're here."
"Guild Leader...!"
Inside the room stood Yurdias, dressed in a uniform reminiscent of a military outfit, complete with a beret, her hands clasped behind her back.
She even held a whip in her hand. The two men swallowed hard, their tension peaking.
"W-Why are you like this?"
"Did we... do something wrong?"
"No. You have been chosen. By me. And by the Young Lord."
"Pardon...?"
"Lie down. And close your eyes. Then you will understand everything."
Being told to lie on a bed and close their eyes out of the blue was highly suspicious, but they silently trusted their Guild Master, Yurdias, and lay down on the beds.
"Do we just keep our eyes closed?"
"I am going to cast Sleep magic."
"Ah... Uh, you aren't going to harvest our organs while we're asleep, are you?"
"It’s not your organs that are going to be harvested, but your Essence. So rest easy."
"Huh?"
"Sleep."
Thud.
The two men’s heads lolled to the side in opposite directions as they fell into a deep slumber.
Soon, two women wearing restraints appeared at the head of their beds.
"From now on, manipulate these men's dreams to induce a nocturnal emission. Then, extract their Essence and convert it into Magic Power."
"U-Understood."
The two succubi, looking nervous, took hold of Mary and Hatt’s heads.
The succubi leaned down, their hands moving suggestively as if giving a scalp massage or caressing their hair.
"Haa."
The moment the succubi’s breath brushed against the men, magical sigils flared up over their bodies.
Within a space scattered like fog, Mary and Hatt were walking in separate spaces, holding hands with the same woman.
"Ah. Young Lord. I’ve confirmed it. She’s one of the receptionists from the Adventurer’s Guild. Yes. It’s the same woman. She’s one of the guild members."
"U-Um..."
"What?"
"Is it really... okay for us to drink the Essence?"
Sss.
A mist, like cigarette smoke, began to drift from the two men’s mouths.
The succubi licked their lips and gripped the men’s heads, waiting only for Yurdias’s permission.
"Yes. You may drink."
"...Then."
Sluuuurp.
The succubi pressed their faces toward the mist and took deep breaths.
"Ehehe..."
Their expressions were too embarrassing to describe. Yurdias briefly turned away, covering her face with her hand.
"If you kill them, you die. Just quietly suck out the Essence."
"A-Ah... I feel like we're the ones who are going to die..."
"Ahhh... The Essence of a virgin..."
"What?"
Yurdias turned her head back in shock.
"T-This guy is a virgin?"
"Yes... The thick Essence of a virgin... Haa, I think I’m gonna...!"
Splurt.
The succubus holding Hatt’s head trembled all over, her crotch buried against the head of the bed.
A transparent nectar began to flow down her thighs, and she panted, her tongue lolling out.
"Haa... Fermaton... is the best..."
"...Yes, Young Lord. No abnormalities. The results are satisfactory on both sides."
Yurdias picked up an object hanging on the wall.
It was a milking machine used for cows. Yurdias pressed it firmly against the succubi’s breasts.
"...Should I turn the milking machines into bras? Please look into that. Well then."
Standing by the entrance, Yurdias glared at the succubi and twisted her lips into a smirk.
"Succubus troops. Commencing Essence extraction now."
"Commencing...!"
Pshhh.
Every time the succubi inhaled the men’s Essence through their noses, the bottles of the milking machines gradually filled with a white liquid.
* * *
The Office.
I gathered the stakeholders of this 'Succubus Dreamtopia—if the name feels like it’s changed, it’s just your imagination' project and held a demonstration in front of everyone.
"My goodness. Two men having a wet dream about the same woman at the same time."
"How tragic. Especially since one of them is a virgin."
I felt a bit sorry for Mary and Hatt, Yurdias’s subordinates.
They were having their wet dreams broadcasted via long-distance magic right in front of me and the other business partners.
"I’m glad it’s going according to plan. In this way, the succubi extract the man’s Essence, and then use Lactation Magic to squeeze out the Mana in the form of breast milk. It looks like breast milk, but it is clearly a 'Mana Potion'."
I pulled out a sample bottle and set it down.
"As you can see, this is Mana Milk extracted from the breasts of Bergina, who is standing behind me."
"......."
Bergina turned red and hung her head low.
"Now then... shall we get started?"
Having a Beast or a member of the Demonkind captured from the Infinite Labyrinth here was certainly dangerous, but since Nine-Tail had officially placed them under Slave Magic, the possibility of any major issues had vanished.
"Everyone, please focus on what I have to say."
In other words, we were in a "our succubi don't bite" state.
"Astarotte, representative of the Magic Tower. Charlotte, the merchant lead. And Countess Zenith."
I stood proudly before those gathered for this project and pointed to the two men in the magical projection, who were smiling in the happiness of their dreams.
"I, Ruji Fermaton, am not the lewd and filthy man you might misunderstand me to be."
I brought Bergina forward and stood her before everyone.
"This succubus is still a virgin. She induces wet dreams in men, but that doesn't mean she has lost her virginity. Ms. Racuir, the vampire here, can attest to that."
In real-time.
"We are not selling the succubi’s bodies or their pussies. This is a wholesome establishment that sells 'dreams' using succubi. And the scalp massage comes standard."
Therefore, there was no problem at all.
"Men, you see, start thinking about grandchildren just by holding a woman’s hand. A virgin succubus selling dreams? Among those who come for the dreams, there will surely be those kinds of guys. The ones who fall for the succubus and try to set up a real-life sex encounter."
Most of the people here were women, but since sex is a universal concept, they would understand if they thought about it from the opposite perspective.
"But what if that succubus is a 'virgin'?"
"They’ll have dark thoughts. That I could be the one to... make that succubus a non-virgin."
"Exactly."
A scalp massage from a virgin succubus.
Men are creatures who, even while just getting a massage, start imagining having real sex with the succubus right then and there.
"If they’re confident in their prowess as a male, let them try. Well, if they hit it off, they can have sex whether it’s with a demon or a slave, right? Haha."
"Question. If they do hit it off, the slave succubus..."
"We sell her, of course. At a price with a 'Virgin Premium' attached."
Never.
Absolutely.
There is no loss.
"Now! The users experience sex through dreams via the succubi, and the succubi get to eat and drink their fill of delicious Essence every single day! The Magic Tower collects the Mana Potions converted through the succubi to sell or reprocess! And we earn usage fees from the users while also gaining Mana. What do you think?"
There has never been a brothel like this before.
Wait, since they don't actually have sex, maybe it’s not a brothel?
"Won't you invest in our dream?"
The Labyrinth.
It makes money.