Chapter 176: The Symbol of Dictatorship (5)
Chapter 176: The Symbol of Dictatorship (5)
The red-light district had been reduced to ashes.
"Ah, for fuck's sake. Where are we supposed to go to blow our loads now?"
"Just go to the Dream Factory."
"The Dream Factory is just for blowing it in a dream. If a man’s got a hard-on, he should be burying it in a woman’s pussy. Who wants to get a piece of tissue or a towel pregnant? Dammit."
As the brothels vanished, the tempers of certain citizens began to flare.
Strangely enough, few people supported the destruction of the red-light district. Most assumed Ruji Fermaton was up to another one of his eccentric whims, or they figured the pimps had done something stupid, seeing as the crackdown happened right after they visited the Lord’s Castle.
But regardless of the reason, for those who preferred the real thing over a dream, this was a bolt from the blue.
"No, I’m saying I want to have sex, regardless of the cost!"
"I used to pay about 1,500 gold for a basic session. Is money the issue? Sex comes first!"
"Dammit. It’s not like we can just go around picking up girls in the Infinite Labyrinth. Is he trying to force us to use his Dream Factory or what?"
Complaints were inevitable following the Young Lord’s sudden move. At this rate, people were starting to think they’d have to go on an expedition to the neighboring Sirjosia territory just to hold a whore.
Everyone knew prostitution wasn't exactly "good," but where there was demand, there was supply. Those seeking the services of prostitutes were seething with rage at Fermaton’s actions.
However...
"What’s that over there?"
As if they had been waiting for this exact moment, people began to gather on the opposite side of the Dream Factory.
It was a wide, open lot. Originally, a dilapidated building had stood there, but Fermaton had bought and demolished it, claiming it was an eyesore.
"What’s going on? There are people over there."
"Leave it. They’re probably building another factory."
The crowd speculated that a second Dream Factory was being constructed and assumed workers were gathering to begin the project.
"Wait, aren't those mages?"
"Mages? Wow, they must be spending a fortune."
The mages wore helmets and safety vests. They were "Architect Mages" dispatched directly from the Magic Tower, specialists in earth manipulation.
"Excuse me, everyone. Construction is about to begin. Please stay behind the safety fence."
"What are you building here?"
"...A Public Brothel."
The mages gripped their staves, radiating an aura of 'I'm only doing this because they're paying me.'
"Stand back. We're activating the magic."
Thump, thump, thump.
The mages of the Magic Tower were mobilized en masse, and a massive hole was blasted into the ground. The space was enormous, descending at least three levels underground. The men waiting in line for the Dream Factory watched the construction site with rapt attention.
"Phew..."
Having expended a significant amount of mana, the mages swayed slightly.
"If we finished that much today, it’ll take at least a month, right?"
"Of course. You want to die of mana exhaustion?"
Even for mages, there was a limit to the mana stored in their bodies. The number of Architect Mages specializing in earth magic was limited, so how long would this project actually take?
Just as that thought crossed the crowd's mind...
Gulp, gulp.
The Architect Mages pulled potions from their robes and downed them in one go.
"Earth Wall."
As soon as the bottles were empty, they cast the next spell.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Cast a spell, drink a potion. Cast a spell, drink a potion.
"...We're hitting our limit."
"I'll contact the next shift."
"Right. Phew, any more and my brain is going to melt."
The first shift pushed themselves to the limit—not of their mana, but of their mental endurance—and the next shift immediately took over.
Boom, crash, thump, bang.
In about half a day, over ten shifts of Architect Mages had conjured a building out of nothing. Though it was a raw stone structure with no wallpaper or interior decor yet, the crowd was speechless. A building spanning three basement levels and two floors above ground had been erected in a single day.
"Hiring just one Architect Mage must cost at least five thousand gold a day."
"Five thousand? That’s for the lowest grade."
"Wait, more people are coming."
After the mages left, a different set of workers arrived carrying wallpaper and flooring.
"Seriously, what the hell are they making?"
"I told you, it's a brothel."
A Virgin Succubus who had come out of the Dream Factory to watch licked her lips as she scanned the new building.
"We sell dreams on this side, and we'll sell pussy on that side."
"...You'll sell what?"
"Real pussy. After the Young Lord cleared out the red-light district, he announced that Fermaton would implement a Public Brothel system."
"......So this is the Dream Factory, and that place is for real women, not dreams?"
"Think of it simply. The Dream Factory is for dream-jerking. That place... is for real sex. Sex with succubi."
"......."
The men all swallowed hard.
"I think I need to save up some live ammo."
More than half the men waiting in line for the Dream Factory left their spots. They looked like heroes waiting for the day of the final battle.
* * *
[At that same time. Lord’s Castle, Underground Dungeon.]
"Laura. Do you know what the most common complaint I heard while running the Dream Factory was?"
"That they couldn't actually have sex with the succubi?"
"Exactly."
The rice cake was right in front of them, but they couldn't eat it. They wanted to have sex with the succubus inviting them into the dream, but they couldn't. Even if they didn't show it openly, a massive amount of frustration had been building up.
"Now, I’m telling them to have all the sex they want. Hehehe."
I pointed to the giant eggs laid out before me.
"The succubi born from these eggs will gobble up their dicks to their hearts' content."
"Young Lord. Are you sure this is okay?"
"What is?"
"Turning humans into succubi."
"Laura, you're too kind for your own good."
I patted Laura’s breast and pointed to an egg currently undergoing the succubus transformation.
"I'm turning worn-out harlots into pink-pussy beauties. What’s the problem?"
"From the perspective of turning humans into demons, some might start calling you a 'Demon King.'"
"......."
Coming from Laura, it felt strangely like a prophecy. It wasn't entirely impossible, considering I was intentionally using the Curse of Fermaton. I occasionally used the curse to transform things or induced it in those I disliked, but I had rarely turned humans into succubi on such a massive scale.
"Now that I think about it, one wrong move and I really will be called a Demon King."
"It’s not 'one wrong move.' People will 100% say that. Especially those who emerge as your enemies."
They would scream about how I could turn humans into demons. They would ask how I could force people to choose between death or becoming a whore. They would call me subhuman trash.
"If anyone’s going to bitch about human rights, it’ll likely be the Kingdom."
They would hurl all sorts of insults at me regarding humanity and human rights. Just as my clearing the red-light district only to start a public brothel was hypocritical, they too would call me sex-crazed while they themselves served Queen Messalina.
They were doing far worse things.
"Tsk. Those bastards who started a war over some 'abalone.' If they want to throw a fit about me giving whores a new life by turning them into demons, let them bark."
Becoming a succubus didn't drastically shorten their lifespan, nor was I turning people who had nothing to do with sex into a sex-crazed race, like in Astarotte’s case.
"I will do whatever it takes to make Fermaton strong. A Demon King? So be it. It’s not like I’m performing human sacrifices or committing indiscriminate slaughter. What’s wrong with giving a professional job to a professional?"
When it came to paid sex, these women were even more professional than the Virgin Succubi.
Click.
"Oh, the shell is cracking."
Finally. It was time for the first Pro-Sexer Succubus to make her appearance.
Click, clack.
The eggshell split open, and a succubus emerged. She had black hair and purple eyes. Being newborn, she was naked, and she bowed to me, clasping her hands over her lower abdomen.
"Greetings, Master."
"Hmm."
I compared her current appearance with the data from before she became a succubus.
"Your hair and eye color changed during the transformation. And..."
One thing was particularly satisfying.
"Born with a Bitch Collar already around your neck. Excellent. Do you feel any resentment toward me?"
"I have no reason for resentment. You took a hideous whore like me and let me be reborn as this beautiful creature."
"Hmm."
I could say this for certain.
'If she’d actually paid for plastic surgery to get this look, it would’ve cost at least 300 million won. This is a profitable reincarnation.'
Being reborn as a succubus wasn't just about a change in race.
"You have to live with that face for the rest of your life. You have to live in that body forever."
"I’m more beautiful, my breasts and hips are bigger, and I have a body optimized for sex. Why would I hate it?"
"Then let me ask. As a succubus, you will continue to have sex with the men of Fermaton. Any regrets?"
"Does it pay well?"
Money, huh.
"Aside from a small tax, all the profits will be yours. And one more thing."
I pulled out a magic stone.
"Have you ever thought about becoming an 'actress'?"
"...An actress?"
"Yes. I’m planning to launch another business here in Fermaton."
To circulate more Ruji Coins.
"I’m going to start producing and selling 'AV Magic Stones.'"
"...That."
the succubus's eyes sparkled.
"Does it pay well?"