The Academy's Exclusive Courtesan's Professional Ethics (7)
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The biggest factors driving up the bids for my services were psychological.
And then there was one particularly wealthy patron—far richer than any of the other lords’ daughters—who had been skyrocketing those bids.
“Winter! This dragon has arrived once again!”
That big spender’s name was Yggdrasil.
A dragon-kin with horns crowning her head and a long tail sprouting from her back.
She belonged to the greatest bloodline among dragon-kin—the Golden Clan—and was the one destined to become the next Golden Dragon, the heir who would one day claim the title of Golden Jewel.
As those titles suggested, dragon-kin were famously obsessed with gold.
So it was only natural that Yggdrasil, who was essentially the crown princess of her race, possessed wealth that dwarfed every other student at the academy.
If you compared pure personal assets alone, even His Imperial Majesty the Emperor would have to concede a step to the Golden Dragon.
That was why Yggdrasil had quickly realized something.
The more money she spent, the more impressive she could become?
This system was practically made for her! Long live Prostitute Week! Long, long live!
And so Yggdrasil began showering gold with gleeful abandon.
A mountain of gold.
More gold than last time.
And above all—more gold than any of the other girls!
It was the second Thursday since the start of the school term.
The fifth day of Prostitute Week.
When Yggdrasil appeared once again carrying an enormous quantity of gold, I broke into a bright smile.
“Ah, Yggdrasil unnie~!”
I was lying on the bed, just moments away from being penetrated.
“Sorry, but could you wait just a little? Bella unnie got here first. Or… would you like to join us, Yggdrasil unnie?”
Bella couldn’t even meet Yggdrasil’s eyes. She fidgeted awkwardly.
“U-um…”
In truth, Bella wasn’t usually this timid.
She was the type who might hesitate but would still say what needed to be said.
However, ever since that incident last Saturday, Bella had been wracked with guilt throughout all of Prostitute Week, her heart aching nonstop.
When I had told her I wouldn’t provide sexual relief anymore, she had kept pushing—Then how about this? What about that?—and now she deeply regretted it.
The expression I’d worn while kicking her out that day refused to leave her mind.
The realization that she had done something bad out of lust kept stabbing at Bella’s chest, tormenting her.
She felt sorry. She felt miserable.
So she wanted to apologize.
The problem was that she had to wait until the next holiday to do so.
Apologizing to the current me would be meaningless.
And if she couldn’t even apologize to the person she had wronged and felt guilty toward, the natural human impulse was to avoid them entirely for a while.
…But even that wasn’t going her way.
Because of her sex drive.
Like every other futanari, Bella possessed an intense libido. She could only stay sane by ejaculating multiple times a day.
At first, she had tried to handle it through masturbation, just like I had taught her that day.
—Nnngh… haaa…!
But it wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounded.
Just as someone used to eating only delicious food would struggle to go back to cheap meals, once she had tasted my lewd body and my pussy, stroking her own cock with her hand felt unbearably empty.
There was no stimulation of all five senses like when she was with me. The physical pleasure itself was weak.
And after she came, the crushing emptiness that followed was overwhelming.
If she had received my service, she would still be wrapped in that soft, plush body right now.
The warmth of skin, the yielding flesh, the sweet scent.
Those gentle eyes, those careful fingers slowly milking the semen from her urethra.
—Miss Winter…
With nothing but the sound of her own breathing, the desolation and loneliness brought tears to her eyes.
In the end, on the second day of Prostitute Week, Bella had returned to the special classroom.
I had greeted her with delight. Just as the rumors said, I had come to her with slurred, babyish speech and acted adorably.
—Ah, Bella unnie~! Why haven’t you come lately? I got so scared thinking you were tired of Winter, I was totally shocked!
—Miss Winter… I… the day before yesterday… I did something wrong.
She had tried apologizing just in case.
—Huh? What are you talking about?
As expected, I simply gave her the bright smile of a courtesan welcoming back a favorite customer after a long absence.
And so Bella fell into a vicious cycle: receiving sexual relief from me while feeling crushing guilt, yet unable to apologize.
Every single day her cock felt incredible, but her heart ached terribly.
It was no wonder she had become so downcast.
In contrast to Bella, Yggdrasil had always been bold by nature, and lately… well, she had grown rather arrogant.
“What is this, the fallen princess of Balanor? Hurry up and finish.”
Still, it wouldn’t be entirely fair to blame Yggdrasil alone.
The phenomenon of a courtesan’s biggest spender looking down on other customers was universal across every era and civilization.
Even in modern camgirl rooms, the more the broadcast crossed into the realm of adult entertainment, the more those “chairmen” displayed their signature smugness.
And the viewers who once despised that behavior would act exactly the same once they became chairmen themselves.
It was ugly, there was no denying that.
“Nngh…”
Bella, more withdrawn than usual.
Yggdrasil, more arrogant than usual.
Anyone could have predicted that this combination would create a terrible synergy.
“Here, today’s flower price for Winter♡”
Yggdrasil lifted a massive gold ingot with both hands.
This was her second one.
In modern Korea, a 1kg pure gold bar—worth around 170 million won—was only about the size of a palm.
Yggdrasil’s ingot, while impossible to compare currencies directly between worlds, was easily twenty times larger.
And this was the second one.
It was an absurd amount of money. Honestly, even for Yggdrasil, it was insane.
After all, I was free.
She wasn’t even paying the proper rate—I was a free whore—and yet she was bringing gold ingots as gifts?
Two of them?
She had clearly lost her mind.
But.
Every time Yggdrasil saw the other students hesitate at the sight of the gold ingots piled on the table where I kept my payments, the image burned itself into her mind.
The way they would gasp in awe, look down at their own offerings, and shrink back with a quiet “Ugh…”
Every single time, an electric thrill shot up her spine.
It was just like a camgirl room chairman dropping ten million won in donations and basking in the “Whoa…” and “Holy…” messages flooding the chat.
Every aspect of the situation was pushing Yggdrasil further into madness.
The public nature of the bidding system was that brutally effective.
Most camgirl chairmen knew, logically, that they shouldn’t be spending like this.
Yet they still poured in their salaries, broke their savings, and took out loans.
Yggdrasil knew she shouldn’t be doing this either, but she couldn’t stop herself from bringing larger and larger sums.
“Haa…”
Still holding the gold ingot, Yggdrasil looked down at the money pouch that presumably contained Bella’s payment.
The mockery in her gaze was unmistakable.
“Ah…”
Bella, already emotionally cornered, couldn’t even get angry. She simply shriveled up even more.
And when I saw how the two of them were acting—
I kept the courtesan’s smile perfectly plastered on my face, but inside, I narrowed my eyes.
I need to take proper control of this situation now.
Because I wasn’t a camgirl. I was a courtesan.
A courtesan with professional ethics.
What was the most important part of a courtesan’s job?
Managing the customers’ emotions, of course.
Even a woman with mediocre technique, average looks, and a plain body could become the ace of the brothel if she knew how to take care of her customers’ hearts.
If I allowed one customer to openly belittle and torment another right in front of me, I would be a failure as a whore.
“…Bella unnie, just a moment.”
I pulled my legs together and stood up from the position where Bella had been about to penetrate me.
Bella couldn’t even protest. She simply hung her head and whispered, “Ah… okay…”
Yeah. There was nothing she could do.
Even if Miss Winter abandoned her and went to Yggdrasil, who paid so much more, there was nothing she could do. That was what it meant to be with a whore.
It was her own fault for not having enough money.
Besides, she had already bothered and angered me last holiday.
Bella squeezed her eyes shut, forcing back the tears. She succeeded.
But there was nothing she could do about the thick strands of precum dripping from the tip of her fully erect cock. Did this mean she would have to go back to comforting herself alone again?
On the other hand, Yggdrasil—who believed I was abandoning Bella to come to her—felt a rush of ecstasy and spread her arms wide.
“Hehehe…”
A sense of superiority.
The intoxicating feeling that she, not some other female, had been chosen.
It was a mental pleasure so intense it made her dizzy.
For Yggdrasil, who already had massive complexes about her own body, it was an almost impossible pleasure to resist.
She was short. Her chest was practically flat. Overall, she was slender and frail.
Given that her actual age was far greater than the human students at the academy, it must have been incredibly unfair, but that was simply how long-lived dragon-kin were.
Just as the other students during Prostitute Week felt inferior seeing Yggdrasil’s gold ingots,
During Sexual Relief Committee Week, Yggdrasil had felt inferior looking at the other students’ tall, graceful figures, their greater height, and their bountiful, swelling breasts.
The psychological void of believing she had no charm.
That void was being filled right now.
Even if she lacked charm, she had the power to make females choose her instead. The power of gold.
It wasn’t exactly a healthy mindset.
Just as the minds of those modern camgirl chairmen weren’t healthy.
And I said to Yggdrasil, who stood there with her arms spread in eager anticipation,
“Yggdrasil unnie, could you put both hands together, stretch them out, and close your eyes for a second?”
“…?”
She didn’t understand why, but Yggdrasil obediently followed the request.
Then came the sound.
Click.
“…Eh?”