Chapter 164: O Men with Bowed Heads, Arise! (1)
Chapter 164: O Men with Bowed Heads, Arise! (1)
Arginine, a young man who frequently visited the Dream Factory, had a certain problem.
The problem was that he had never had sex in his entire life.
It wasn't that he didn't want to.
Wasn't it a man's duty to experience sex at least once before he died?
He’d had opportunities.
As an adventurer, one naturally mingled with female colleagues, and after a few drinks, it was common for everyone to find a partner and head to an inn.
Arginine had once been on the verge of finally embracing a woman.
However, at the very moment he was supposed to have his first sexual encounter, he suffered a massive shock.
A black jungle.
He knew a bit about the female anatomy, but seeing it in person felt grotesque and repulsive.
To make matters worse, a pungent odor wafted up, causing Arginine to bolt outside and vomit everything he had eaten and drunk.
It was a stroke of luck, in a way.
The woman was a jaded veteran who had planned to snag any man she could to settle down and live off him.
The trouble had started because he’d drunkenly decided to sleep with just anyone, and ever since that day, Arginine had been afflicted with a disease.
Erectile dysfunction.
No matter how much his libido surged, his dick wouldn't cooperate.
If only it would just stand up, but it refused to rise.
It was fine when he was just masturbating alone.
But the moment he saw a pussy with the intent to have sex, the trauma of that first night would overlap with reality, and his cock would go limp instantly.
—Honey, it’s okay. It’ll stand up eventually, right?
The girlfriend he dated afterward was understanding at first, but after it happened repeatedly, she eventually left him.
In the end, Arginine was forced to keep masturbating by himself.
Then the Dream Factory appeared, and for him, it was the ultimate sanctuary.
It was great because he could satisfy his sexual urges.
But more than that, he loved the fact that while he was dreaming—and for a short while after waking—his dick remained hard.
While others went to the Dream Factory for "dream-jerking," Arginine went for a different purpose.
Only after dreaming at the Dream Factory could he face his own rock-hard erection.
Unlike when he masturbated and it would stay soft or go limp almost immediately, for a few minutes after a dream, he could reunite with his pride, standing tall toward the ceiling.
And there was one more reason.
"Sex in a dream with a Virgin Succubus!"
Arginine had a secret he couldn't tell anyone.
—Hey. Honestly, the Dream Factory is just a brothel anyway. Would it kill them to just let us do it for real?
—They’re Virgin Succubuses, man. If a succubus actually drained a man’s essence, he’d probably die.
—So you're saying a Virgin Succubus isn't dangerous?
—Seeing as there hasn't been a single death yet, this must be the safe way. If we get too greedy, we’re fucked. Just deal with it.
—Ugh. To think I have to settle for dream-jerking with a Virgin Succubus based only on experience and imagination. What a waste. If they’d at least show us their naked bodies, we could think about that while doing it. Hey, Arginine, what are you smiling at?
—Nothing.
Officially, sex was forbidden at the Dream Factory, and customers weren't allowed to even lay a finger on the Virgin Succubuses.
However, occasional "services" did exist.
—Lord Ruji gave special permission. He’s allowed us to show our bras to our regular customers.
—What if I come here more often...?
—That would be a special service reserved for VIPs.
—Gulp...!
Even if it was impossible for the men to touch the Virgin Succubuses, it was possible for the succubuses to subtly use sex appeal to provide service.
This usually happened for regulars, or if a customer had a story so tragic during the consultation that the succubus felt pity for the human.
—What kind of dream-jerk would you like today?
—...Anyone is fine. Just please, erase that harlot from my memory.
—Pardon? I mean, why on earth...?
—I’ve never had sex in my life. During my first time...
Arginine fell into the latter category.
—Oh, is that so...? Then what have you been imagining until now?
—My ex-girlfriend who showed me her naked body. I’ve been dream-jerking to the memory of her touching my limp dick, but now even that...
—Then, would you like to jerk off to me?
—What?
—Let me go consult with the manager for a moment. ...I got permission. He said it’s okay.
—What is?
—Jerking off to me. You’ve visited quite often, so consider it a service for a regular...?
Good fortune had found him in the midst of his misery.
Perhaps it was because he was a regular at the Dream Factory, or perhaps because he had become familiar with her by requesting her repeatedly.
—You’re so pitiful that I’ll give you a special service. I’ll let you see a Virgin Succubus’s naked body and her pink pussy, and then I’ll create a dream where you have sex with it.
—A-Actual sex...?
—That’s not allowed. You’ll have to settle for doing it in the dream.
—U-Ugh...! Are you an angel...!
—That’s actually an insult to a succubus.
—.......
Arginine saw the Virgin Succubus’s naked body with his own eyes.
It was a beautiful physique that couldn't even be compared to that of a jaded adventurer.
Though he knew it was a body born and crafted to prey on humans, Arginine, quite vulgarly, got an "erection" at the succubus's suggestion.
And in the dream, Arginine witnessed the true power of a succubus.
Though he had never had sex in reality, it was no exaggeration to say he experienced the best sex of his life within the dream.
And every time he did, his dick stood tall.
Lately, just thinking about the Dream Factory or the succubus was enough to give him an erection.
The problem?
He still couldn't get hard for an ordinary human woman in reality.
Unless he took a Virgin Succubus as his wife, he had become a man who could never get an erection for the rest of his life without the Dream Factory.
And so, while he continued to suffer from impotence toward real women—getting hard only within the confines of the Dream Factory—a moment came...
"Would you like to try one of these?"
"What is it?"
"It's Penisilin."
"...The name sounds like shit already."
Arginine felt instinctively uneasy at the white candy the Virgin Succubus offered.
"This isn't some prank involving Ruji Fermaton’s dick, is it? I’ve heard rumors lately that he sprinkles his cum into stews and feeds it to the Countess."
"Oh, come on. If it were the Young Lord, he would’ve just shoved his dick into the Countess’s mouth and fed her directly."
"True. So, what is this?"
"It’s something the Young Lord made for dicks. An erection enhancer."
"...What?"
In that instant.
Arginine felt a genuine chill run down his spine.
"It’s a what?"
"An erection enhancer. He said it has the power to make erections last longer and increase their hardness. Of course, it’s based on the premise that you’re already sexually excited."
"T-That, could it be...!"
"Yes. The manager told me to recommend it to you first when you arrived. Since you, well..."
"Wait!"
Arginine reached out instinctively, but he had to verify one thing first.
"What... what is this made of?"
"My mana milk and honey."
"What?"
"It’s made into a candy, but basically, it’s concentrated and solidified succubus mana milk. Honey was added to enhance the sweetness. It’s not what you’re thinking."
"And what exactly do you think I’m thinking?"
"That it’s a candy made from Ruji Fermaton’s cum."
"......It’s really not?"
"I swear it on my virginity."
At the Virgin Succubus’s oath, Arginine reached for the candy—the Penisilin—despite his lingering doubts.
"This really isn't one of those things, right?"
"Yes. If something like that existed, would it even be here? The Young Lord’s knights would have snatched it all up. The Countess would probably be rolling it around on her tongue as dessert every single day."
"I suppose that’s true."
It was persuasive.
It made sense.
No matter how much cum you squeezed out of a man, it wouldn't even fill half a cup; there was no way a candy made from it would make its way to him.
Unless a Bunny Girl, the Countess, or one of the other Fermaton women sucked it all up first.
"...Then."
Slurp.
Arginine popped the Penisilin into his mouth.
As soon as it touched his tongue, a sweetness spread through his mouth, and he could taste the succubus's breast milk.
"H-Haaah...!"
The effect was instantaneous.
"It... it’s up! It’s standing!"
Arginine was back.
"That’s a relief. I’ll give you about three more as spares, so could you help us check how long the duration lasts?"
"Y-You want me to stay like this?"
"No, no. You can go to the flower shop or go meet people. Just let me know later how long it stayed up."
"A-Alright! But only three? Can I get more...?"
"This is a product for sale."
The Virgin Succubus pulled out a glass bottle.
"If you purchase Dark Jeanne, we’ll include two as a bonus service. You can also buy them with magic stones."
Two days later.
"Everyone, hold your heads high and arise!"
The men emerging from the Dream Factory with Dark Jeanne in hand all walked out with their heads held high.
"You too, arise!"
Along with their significantly bulging crotches.
* * *
Penisilin.
"For someone like Arginine, it’s an erection enhancer, but for those with weak erections, it serves as a cure. Hehe."
What was merely a health supplement to some could be a desperate cure for others.
"Once it gains more popularity in the market, I’ll have to move into a full sales system. Now that the foundation is laid, it won't be awkward to accept payment in magic stones."
If I just started selling Penisilin for magic stones out of nowhere, people would find it suspicious.
But since the Dream Factory was already accepting magic stones, everyone would now pay with them to buy Penisilin without a second thought.
If I keep this up, Mythstones disguised as magic stones will naturally flow to me.
Since Astarotte is at the Dream Factory, she’ll surely bring any Mythstones to me without anyone noticing.
"Please, let them come to me."
I prayed and prayed fervently.
However.
What came to me wasn't a Mythstone.
"Young Lord. Someone is requesting an audience with you."
"With me? Who?"
I was waiting for Mythstones, but an unexpected man had secretly visited the Count's castle.
"It is I, Young Lord."
"Ah."
The guest who had come to see me was a man.
"Sir Bernhard...?"
And he was an old man.