Chapter 121: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (1)
Chapter 121: The World's Greatest Breast Container Contest (1)
About two weeks had passed since the opening of the Dream Factory.
It had also been a week since Amy told me that the mysterious woman, Yoanna, was watching me.
Had my life changed because of it?
Not really.
I continued to conquer the labyrinth while searching for virgin succubi.
If I found a decent succubus during the conquest, I handed her over to Charlotte.
The staff at the Dream Factory grew one by one, and the place was still constantly packed with customers.
They say if one man comes for a dream-wank, three more follow in his wake.
Occasionally, there were those who tried to get fresh with the succubi—those who wanted to go for the real deal.
However, every single one of them was instantly suppressed by the knights dispatched from Fermaton and the guards hired from Ninetail.
In the first place, the succubi were demons that appeared from the 11th floor of the Infinite Labyrinth and beyond. They were more than capable of handling rowdy miners from the mining area on their own.
Thus, the Dream Factory continued its winning streak, hitting the jackpot in terms of popularity.
And now.
I had to squeeze out a new business item to ensure the smooth operation of the Dream Factory.
"Young Lord, the Dream Factory users are saying they want to suck the succubi's breasts. How should we handle this?"
"Finally, it's come to this."
In the Lord's Castle office.
I had summoned Astarotte and was in the middle of a serious discussion regarding the operation of the Dream Factory.
The agenda was none other than the succubi's breasts.
"Any man would want to suck on a pair of breasts if they were right in front of him. Even more so if they belong to a succubus."
This was a serious issue.
"First of all, we can't just let them touch or suck the breasts however they want. That's a given."
Even if sucking on breasts didn't technically mean losing one's virginity, I couldn't allow the succubi's breasts to be handled recklessly.
"We're extracting Mana Milk from those breasts. Imagine if some bastard's tongue touched them. I wouldn't even be able to use the Mana Milk, let alone drink it."
"Yes. I believe the Magic Tower would also be a bit reluctant to use it."
Just think about it.
Mana Milk, extracted from the essence of succubi, flowing from nipples that weren't pink but stained—nipples that had been licked hundreds of times by men?
"The succubi are valuable employees of the Dream Factory precisely because they are pure. No kissing, no breasts, no handjobs. Not for any reason."
the moment they stopped being pure succubi, people would stop coming to the Dream Factory.
Before even mentioning product value, it would completely wreck the operation of the Dream Factory itself.
"If the succubi themselves really want to have sex with a man, tell them to do it in the dream. Their minds and souls might be experienced, but at least their bodies remain virgins."
"Yes. I will implement that immediately."
The succubi's sexual desires were being satisfied by absorbing essence through dreams.
The rest was the customers' sexual desires.
"They say human greed knows no bounds, but it's troublesome when they keep demanding more like this."
Perhaps it was because we were selling something sexual, even if it was through dreams.
No matter how stiff, solemn, or authoritative we made the atmosphere, the perception of it being a 'dream brothel' seemed impossible to erase from people's minds.
This part couldn't be helped.
Our main goal wasn't to filter people out by setting high prices, but to mass-produce Mana Milk by accepting as many people as possible.
"Dammit. If they want real sex so bad, they should go down there and meet the women selling flowers. Why are they coming to us and making a fuss?"
More rumors were circulating than expected.
I had anticipated it, but there were more customers coming with ill intent than I thought.
Specifically, things like, "They do it over there, so why won't you do it here?"
"Excuse me, Young Lord."
Yurdias entered the office.
Dressed in a black suit, she seemed to have just returned from somewhere with her guild members.
"I've obtained information from the backstreets. It has been confirmed that most of the malicious rumors and acts of business interference directed at the Dream Factory are originating from the 'Flower Shops'."
"As I thought."
I had already suspected it, but it was a different story now that Yurdias had brought direct evidence.
"The pimps are picking fights because their business is down."
"It has been confirmed that the number of men visiting them has dropped significantly. Those who still wish for actual sex still visit the Flower Shops, but..."
"Everyone's gotten drunk on the low prices. Even those who used to spend money in those places are flocking here now."
"What shall we do? Should I kill them? Some of the pimps are also among those who earn money by going down into the Infinite Labyrinth."
"No need to kill them. If we do, we'll have to take responsibility for all the illicit parts of Fermaton."
I wasn't suggesting coexistence for humanitarian reasons.
It was simply to avoid taking on all the tedious work ourselves.
The darkness of Fermaton was also a part of Fermaton, but there was no need for me to care about and clean up all of that darkness.
"I need to set the boundaries more clearly. If you really want to do it, go to a Flower Shop. We don't provide anything real here, so consider such things only for your dreams."
I pulled out an object.
"This is exactly the level of service we can provide."
"Is that Mana Milk?"
"Yeah. Squeezed from the succubi. Men will go crazy for this, won't they? And we're not just giving it to them..."
I lightly flicked the glass bottle containing the Mana Milk.
"It's warm Mana Milk, squeezed from a succubus who went into heat thanks to your dream. It's a tonic—why don't you give it a try? How's that?"
"I don't know the details, but I'm sure men would definitely love it."
"Right?"
I made this succubus horny!
My dream can make this succubus go into heat!
"We just need to build the system. Deciding the content of the dream, having sex in the dream—all of that is up to the users."
Thinking that way, they would try even harder to have more erotic and passionate dreams.
The users would take care of everything themselves without us needing to prepare anything.
It was like a PC Bang.
Sex was the game.
Whether they had a 1:1 match, a 1:5 team-fight carry, or a 6:6 brawl in their dreams, that entire process was up to the user.
Our Dream Factory only needed to provide the PC, the software, the usage system, and the service.
The virgin succubus was the beautiful part-timer.
However.
'Thinking of it as a PC Bang makes it even more like that.'
You aren't going to play the 'game' with the beautiful part-timer sitting at the counter as the face of the place, but aren't there people who like it just because she brings them the food they ordered?
Correction.
Food sales in a PC Bang are practically carried by a pretty girl.
That's just how service industries targeting men are.
"Ugh. There must be a good way..."
"Young Lord. Would you like a glass of Mana Milk?"
Laura, who had been standing still, quietly asked me.
It was still office hours and I had a lot to do, but I was craving something sweet because my head hurt.
"That sounds good. Here."
I handed a wine glass to Laura, and she pouted with a grumpy face.
"Weren't you going to drink it directly?"
"That's for when we go to the Sex Room."
"...Fine."
With a gloomy expression, Laura pulled at the front of her bunny girl outfit, then grabbed her own breast and pressed it against the wine glass.
"Young Lord... You could at least help a little..."
"Sigh, alright. Laura. Move your body over here."
I gestured for Laura to come closer so her lower body touched me, and I reached out with my fingers to gently tease her pussy.
"Haa-ah..."
Trickle.
The wine glass quickly began to fill with Laura's Mana Milk.
Astarotte's sex magic had been perfected faster than expected, and now Laura and Yurdias could produce Mana Milk instantly with just a little sexual stimulation.
Honestly.
It was sweeter and tastier than asking the maids to make milk tea.
But.
'The size isn't big enough.'
No matter how much Laura could squeeze out, if the wine glass was that small, I couldn't catch it all even if I wanted to.
The succubi's Mana Milk milking machines were currently being improved at the Magic Tower to store large quantities, but it was still not enough.
I needed something bigger if possible.
Another container that could hold all the Mana Milk contained within those tits.
Like—
"......Ah."
It hit me.
"Serica! Where is Serica?"
"I'm right here."
Serica, who had been lying on the sofa, raised her hand.
She had been napping in the office, waiting for me to finish my work.
Not that I was going to fuck her during work hours just because she was pretending to sleep.
"Are there any beasts like that? Something like jelly. Not pudding, but something firm and bouncy like jelly."
"...There are. Among the slime-type monsters that appear from the 18th floor, which we are about to conquer, there are beasts with those characteristics."
"Astarotte. Can you adjust that to be harmless to the human body?"
"...What are you planning to do?"
Astarotte asked me, her face turning pale.
"Are you perhaps planning to do some slime spawning play...?"
"Do you think I'm crazy? I wouldn't do that to my knights, my women, or my people."
Though I'd do it ruthlessly to traitors.
"I'm going to make breast containers."
"...Pardon?"
"I'll harden the slime to make breast containers. For example, like this."
I lightly moistened my hand and grabbed Laura's breast from behind.
"Kyaak...?!"
"If I apply something like slime like this, then harden it and peel it off, what do you think will happen?"
"...It would be shaped like a breast?"
"Exactly! The inside would be shaped like a breast!"
It came to me.
"Plaster or whatever works. Apply something harmless to the body, let it harden, and peel it off—you get a perfect mold. Yes, a so-called... 'Breast Mold'."
A meme I had heard as a joke.
And now, everything was connecting in this situation.
"I need to make breast containers that hold Mana Milk in the exact shape of breasts."
I decided.
"For the customers coming into the Dream Factory, I'll serve them a bowl of Mana Milk contained in a succubus's breast."
It was just that.
"Let's see. Let's hold a Ruji Fermaton Breast Cup Contest to see whose tits are the biggest."
I simply didn't like that the wine glass was too small.