The Aftermath of Prostitute Week (1)
After enduring that torrent of pleasure, holding on and holding on, the moment finally arrived when she thought that crossing this line would shatter even a body like hers. At last, unconsciousness took pity on her. She was falling. Into a pleasureless void. Into peace.
In that stillness, Riel’s and Bella’s voices reached her ears.
“Everyone stop! Miss Gyeoul can’t accept any more guests right now! No! Stop!”
“Somebody please bring the principal!”
And then Yggdrasil’s voice, her mind apparently cleared after a single climax.
“Haa… Gyeoul… Huh? D-don’t tell me the hypnosis has been undone since earlier—”
At last. Only silence.
.
.
.
Blink. Blink, blink.
“……Hue? Uh…?”
When Gyeoul regained consciousness in her own room, a now-familiar head of pink hair swam into view. It was the succubus Miel.
“Oh, you’re awake?”
One of the very first two people she had met after arriving in this world, along with Principal Parin. Yet this was the first time the two of them had ever spoken while the hypnosis was fully lifted.
“Miel…”
“I keep telling you, just call me Miel.”
“Ah, yes…”
Gyeoul turned her head, embarrassed. Miel tilted hers.
“I’ve been wondering for a while… Does my presence make you uncomfortable, Gyeoul?”
“Ah… no!”
When Gyeoul forced herself to meet the succubus’s eyes, Miel let out a bright “Pfft!” of laughter.
“See? You’re doing it again.”
“Ugh…”
It wasn’t that Gyeoul disliked Miel. It was simply awkward. Because, to be brutally honest, looking at her reminded Gyeoul of the popular girls from her original world. The pretty ones who wore revealing clothes, posted water-park photos on Instagram every summer, the kind who might have a little star tattoo on their wrist. The ultimate insider girls. As a lifelong male virgin nerd, facing someone like that had always left him—left her—feeling painfully out of place.
Even though coming to this world had technically stripped her of her virginity… could she really claim she was no longer one? She had undeniably lost every form of maidenhood, yet she couldn’t quite declare herself “no longer a virgin.” A male nerd’s virginity referred to never having known a woman; from a certain angle, one could argue she had been permanently locked in that state. It was a philosophical conundrum.
So no, Gyeoul didn’t hate Miel. She simply found her difficult. Because a male virgin nerd instinctively shriveled in front of popular girls. Pathetic, but unavoidable.
“Um… so, what exactly happened?”
Her mind was still foggy from having just woken up after fainting. She couldn’t clearly remember why she was here.
“Today is still Thursday—”
That was when it hit her all at once. The realization that the hypnosis had ended, accompanied by every word and action she had taken while under its influence.
“Gulp…!?!?”
Gyeoul’s face flushed crimson.
—Big sisters♡ Gyeoul will give you super-duper, absolutely perfect service♡
—R-really…? You all paid this much… just for me…? Ahaha♡ Big sister…♡
“Kyaaaaaaaagh…!?!?”
Shame. Self-loathing. Her face burned as though her skull were being held over an open flame. She pressed both hands to her cheeks to cool them, then covered her eyes entirely. But the moment she blocked out the world, her thoughts grew sharper, the memories rising with merciless clarity.
—Aha ha♡ Does Gyeoul like big sister the most too? Yep, yep. This is a special service just for you, big sister♡ Chu♡
—Haa…♡ How can big sister’s cock be so wonderful? Look, just from Gyeoul’s face alone… heh… hue♡ He♡ Hehe…♡
—Then shall Gyeoul give you lots♡ and lots of service?
The scenes replayed in vivid color: acting cute for the students who had become her customers, lisping in baby-talk, smiling with her eyes, being sweet and affectionate.
—From now on… hng!? W-wait—ohh♡
—How is it? Is this hard to en—uhek♡
—Dying♡ Gyeoul is dying♡ Big sister, please be gentler—kek…♡
The pathetic sight of setting a grand mood only to crumble instantly under pleasure. Struggling desperately to serve her guests even as a single light touch or thrust sent her over the edge in humiliating climax. And worst of all—
The words she had spoken with such confidence, her common sense and cognition twisted by the hypnosis.
—That’s what being a pro means. I take genuine pride in this work.
—A professional delivers value for the money received. Even if that value is sexual pleasure, the principle remains the same.
No. No, no, no! Don’t develop professional pride in prostitution! Even if it is one of humanity’s oldest professions, do not develop professional pride in it!
“Kyaaaaauuuuugh…!!”
No!! When she had wished to be businesslike, this was not what she meant! She had wanted to face sexual acts with cool detachment, not become a sex professional oozing pride in her craft! Absolutely not!!!
But what was done was done. The humiliating display had already been witnessed. The four full days—more than four, really—from last Sunday to this Thursday, during which she had been a prostitute with alarmingly high professional ethics, would not vanish.
Gyeoul trembled violently with shame, then finally lost control and began thrashing wildly.
“Aaaaauuuu…!!”
She pounded the bed. Bang!Bang bang!Bang bang bang bang!! She rubbed her burning face against the sheets, buried it in the pillow, and screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!”
That wasn’t what I wanted! That wasn’t it at all…!!!
But the water had already been spilled.
Perhaps the sight was too pitiful, because Miel asked with a mixture of panic and concern, “U-um… are you okay?”
“I’m oka—”
She couldn’t finish the sentence.
Bang bang bang bang!!Bang pa pa bang bang!!!
Her legs performed a rhythmic, frantic blanket-kick symphony.
The “Second Wave of Post-Hypnosis Aftershock” continued for roughly another thirty minutes before it finally subsided.
“Hek, heek, heeeeek…”
Whether it had truly ended or she had simply exhausted herself into collapse was debatable. Either way, once Gyeoul finally fell still, Miel offered her a glass of liquid.
“Thank you… yot?”
The strange lilt at the end of her words came from the fact that the drink was far sweeter than she had expected. She had assumed black tea from the color, but it was heavily sweetened and flavored with some kind of spice that created a unique, harmonious taste.
Delicious.
Still sweating from her violent blanket-kicking, Gyeoul gulped it down in frantic swallows. As she was gently coaxing the final drop from the bottom of the glass, Miel lifted the bottle.
“Want another glass?”
“Oh, yes. Thank you.”
The additional effect of thirty minutes of blanket-kicking seemed to have completely blown away her earlier awkwardness toward Miel.
Miel suddenly clapped her hands. “Ah!”
“Right. I moved all the payments you earned this week over there. I swear on the Queen’s name that I didn’t touch even the smallest item.”
“…Pardon?”
The word payment instantly summoned an image of herself clutching what was essentially trash and trembling with emotion.
—O-oh my goodness… all this… just for one time with my pussy…
“Gulp…!”
Another wave of shame surged from her stomach. Her legs, already exhausted from kicking, trembled again, but she somehow endured it.
“Hoo… hoo…”
The next image that rose was gold. Especially gold bars the size of her forearm.
Ah.
That’s right. The memory returned. The absurd bidding war for her services that had erupted in the latter half of the week.
When she cautiously turned her head in the direction Miel indicated—
“Oh my god…”
A small mountain of treasure had been built there. The heavy yellow of gold mingled with the cool gray-white of silver. Scattered throughout were jewels in every color, either left whole or set into ornaments, scattering rainbow light. Practical gifts were mixed in as well, each one of such obvious high quality that even a non-expert like Gyeoul could tell at a glance. There were even baskets containing worthless tokens—pebbles, hair ties, and the like. Miel’s claim that she had moved every single thing, no matter how trivial, appeared to be true.
And among them, the undisputed champion was—
—Gyeoul! This is this dragon’s heart for you!
Gold bars. Enormous ones, the kind you only saw in movies. And two of them.
…Um, that’s an absolutely insane amount of money, right?
Gyeoul approached the mountain of treasure in a daze. As she looked at each piece, the memory of exactly who had given it came back to her one by one. Most of the gold came from Yggdrasil. The heavy coin pouches filled with imperial currency were from the human princesses and duchesses. The necklaces and rings set with finely crafted jewels each had different donors…
How strange.
Why were these memories so vividly clear? Gyeoul wondered. Then she realized. As a prostitute with exceptionally high professional ethics, every single payment her customers had given her had felt impossibly precious. Because each one had been so valuable and so meaningful, every time she accepted them, joy and gratitude had welled up inside her, along with the fierce determination to serve that customer with everything she had.
“…Haa.”
Gyeoul let out a long sigh.
Professional ethics for a prostitute? Now that she was back in her right mind, she felt zero connection to the idea. Honestly, it was stupid. So stupid that the mere memory made her want to kick the blankets again in pure mortification.
Yet the emotions she had felt at the time were now helping her present self. Because when it came to deciding what to do with this mountain of treasure, there was only one answer.
Miel, mistaking the sigh for admiration, trotted after her and nodded vigorously.
“It really is incredible.”
The way her eyes sparkled made her sincerity obvious. This was genuine praise—no, reverence.
“Even I would have trouble gathering this much wealth in such a short time even if I went all out… I’m completely moved! Really, really amazing!”
“Ahaha…”
For a moment Gyeoul felt pleased at being praised by a pretty popular girl (who just happened to be a succubus), but she quickly scolded herself.
No, no, no! There are plenty of things to feel happy about, but getting happy because a succubus complimented you on how well you sold your pussy? What is wrong with you!