The Aftermath of Prostitute Week (2)
Gyeoul took a deep breath, steadying herself as she tore her gaze away from the mountain of treasures. “Hey Miel, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“Well… I need to head over to the student dorms right now. Just in case, could you come with me?”
“Oh, so if any students try to jump you, I should shove my pussy in their faces instead? Got it!”
“Kehk…!”
When Gyeoul started coughing, Miel tilted her head in confusion but still patted her back helpfully.
“But why are you suddenly going to the dorms?”
“Th-that’s because…” Gyeoul pointed at the piles of wealth stacked around the room. “I need to return all this.”
“…Huh?”
Miel blinked, completely caught off guard. “R-return it? All of this? Everything?”
“Yeah. They only gave these away because they were burning up with lust. I bet a lot of them are regretting it by now.”
Gyeoul knew this all too well—she used to have a dick herself. She understood exactly how stupid men could become when consumed by sexual desire, the kind of idiotic things they’d do. Gifts given in that state weren’t real gifts at all.
“Besides, my salary already comes from the academy itself, so accepting separate payments would be… Miel?”
For some reason, Miel had gone completely quiet.
‘Huh?’
Gyeoul grew anxious. Had she somehow offended succubus aesthetics with what she’d just said? But when she cautiously glanced sideways, Miel was wearing an expression Gyeoul had never expected to see.
“…Are you insane?”
It was genuine admiration. Beyond respect—pure reverence. The reaction left Gyeoul even more flustered. Why was she acting like this? It was nice that it was positive, but did it really warrant this level of response?
Apparently, for Miel, it did.
“For the sake of the males who depend on you, you’re voluntarily returning all of this so it doesn’t burden them.” Miel pressed at the corners of her moistening eyes. “It’s truly incredible. Ah, why can’t I come up with better words? If I were a poet, I’d be spitting out verses for hours right now.”
Then came a bitter smile.
“Sorry, did I startle you? Was that out of character for me?”
“N-no, not at all…”
“But I meant every word.” Miel gestured toward the hill of treasure. “If you took even just the gold from all this, you could live in luxury for the rest of your life anywhere in the empire.”
…Huh?
“And since they gave it to you themselves, they can’t complain. These are gifts from the daughters of great noble houses—no one could take them from you. Yet you’re choosing to give it all up.”
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Let’s review. Why had Gyeoul come to this Special Academy in the first place and taken on the role of sexual relief committee member?
Because there was nothing she could do in the outside world. Rather than starve and eventually spread her legs for dirty old men, it seemed better to spread them for pretty girls with dicks. And since doing it while fully conscious was impossible, she’d relied on hypnosis.
But… if she had enough money, didn’t that mean she wouldn’t need to work at all?
“Th-then—!”
The realization hit her too late, and Gyeoul opened her mouth to take it all back—but Miel spoke first.
“I truly… respect you.”
Miel suddenly dropped to her knees, grabbed Gyeoul’s hand, and pressed the back of it to her own forehead.
“!?”
Gyeoul panicked and tried to pull her hand away, but Miel’s expression was far too serious. It was the way one might look at a holy saint. The way one might gaze upon a great figure and be moved to tears.
“M-Miel!? Stop that!”
“Drop the honorifics.”
“Huh?”
“From now on, don’t use polite speech with me.”
“O-okay, just let go… let go, please.”
Even then, Miel held the pose for a long moment before finally letting out a deep sigh and standing up. She flashed a bright, energetic smile.
“I’ll help you with everything I’ve got! We won’t leave behind a single silver coin—no, not even a single copper!”
At that beautiful smile,
“Th-thank you… I mean, thanks…”
Gyeoul couldn’t help but smile back. A few tears slipped down her cheeks.
After all that back and forth, the “Return Every Student’s Payment” project finally began.
The two of them first sorted out what belonged to each student.
“This one’s for Riel, Kazuha, Miriel, Chacha…”
Every time Gyeoul handed over a money pouch or gift, Miel placed it into the corresponding student’s personalized handbag. The memories of when each item had been given were burned so clearly into Gyeoul’s mind that there wasn’t a single mix-up. Everything went into the right bag.
Finally, only the smaller items remained—hair ties, pretty pebbles, and other trinkets that had been the very first payments.
Miel asked, “Should we put these in too?”
“Um, no… I’ll just throw them away separately.”
The building Gyeoul used as her quarters was close to the student dorms but still a separate structure. So now it was time for the two of them to carry the handbags over.
At least, that’s what Gyeoul had planned to do.
“I-I’ll carry some too.”
“They’re too heavy for a human. It’s fine, I’ll take them all.”
Gyeoul hadn’t realized just how heavy gold actually was. She also hadn’t known that succubi, as demons, possessed far greater physical strength than humans.
‘How is she carrying so much and still walking like it weighs nothing?’
Gyeoul tilted her head, once again struck by how strange this other world could be.
In truth, the student dorms weren’t unfamiliar territory to her. During the day it was a shared space, but in the evenings when certain students claimed it as their private domain, she’d been dragged there by the hand more than once.
Incidentally, the setting during Prostitute Week had been that of a high-class courtesan who only worked through the deepest hours of the night.
"—Ta-da! From now on, this is all for big sis Winter only♡"
"You can do whatever you want to me, Winter’s very own Winter♡"
Just remembering it made her feel like she might scream and roll across the hallway floor, so Gyeoul quickly shook the thought away.
“Shall we get started?”
They began knocking on doors one by one, starting from the first floor. Fortunately, each door had a nameplate on it, but…
“What does it say?”
Gyeoul had the unfortunate problem of being unable to read this world’s writing.
“It’s Princess Alejandra’s room.”
“Ah, I see.”
She really needed to learn how to read, Gyeoul thought as she knocked politely on the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me, Han Gyeoul. I came to return the… the payment you left behind. Could you come out for a second?”
“M-Miss Gyeoul!?”
Alejandra opened the door.
‘Ugh.’
The thick scent of semen that had been trapped inside the room immediately assaulted Gyeoul’s nose. Saliva pooled in her mouth on reflex, and the core of her body trembled.
Alejandra looked at Gyeoul’s face with clear concern.
“Are you feeling alright? I heard the hypnosis suddenly broke.”
“I-I’m fine.”
Gyeoul nodded and held out the handbag.
“This is…”
Alejandra peeked inside and froze in shock. The sharp-featured face clearly showed her emotions—relief. So even Alejandra hadn’t been able to stay out of the overheated bidding war after all.
But she quickly remembered her position and status.
“No, I can’t accept this. This is a gift I gave to Miss Gyeoul…”
“It’s okay. Just take it.”
In the end, Alejandra clutched the handbag to her chest. Her face flushed bright red with embarrassment.
“…I’m sorry. And thank you. I will definitely repay this kindness someday.”
“I told you it’s really fine. See you later.”
“Yes, see you.”
They exchanged farewells and the door closed. The semen-scented air from inside was cut off. Gyeoul took a deep breath.
“By any chance…”
“?”
Miel lowered her voice to a whisper. “Did the smell of cum make you go into heat?”
“!?”
Gyeoul’s face turned scarlet as she shook her head furiously. She shook it so hard that her massive breasts swayed from side to side.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed. Getting turned on that easily is actually something to be envied as a succu—”
“I did not go into heat! Next! Let’s go to the next room right now!”
Fortunately, the work went smoothly after that.
There were students who refused even more adamantly than Alejandra. For example, Laia—the wolf beastman.
“Laia? I came to return the payment you gave me—”
“Absolutely not. That’s already yours.”
She resisted, but Gyeoul saw it anyway—the flash of relief that crossed Laia’s face the moment she saw the handbag.
“No, take it. If you don’t, I’ll just leave it in front of your door.”
“…Then.”
Laia pulled a hand mirror out of the bag.
“At least take this.”
“Hmm…”
This much could genuinely be considered a gift. She didn’t know if she’d ever need a hand mirror, but she didn’t have one either.
“Alright. Thank you, I’ll use it well.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you…”
Laia shook her head.
“Never mind. I’ll show you with actions, not words.”
“Ahaha…”
They said their goodbyes and the door closed. Once again, Gyeoul hurriedly sucked in a breath.
“Haaah!!”
The smell. The smell of semen!
‘Why is it like this with everyone!?’
Gyeoul understood the intensity of a futanari’s sexual desire better than anyone else in this world. She knew how many times a day they needed to ejaculate, and what happened if they couldn’t.
‘…Is this because of me?’
To be precise, today was a weekday. Since she hadn’t been able to provide her usual sexual relief, had they all been forced to take care of themselves by hand? Was that why every room reeked of cum?
“Ugh…”
A mixture of indebtedness and guilt escaped Gyeoul as a groan.
If it were the weekend, she could have shrugged it off. Weekends were her regular days off anyway. But the fact that people were suffering because she couldn’t do her job on a weekday…
‘I feel a little bad.’
At her core, Gyeoul was a diligent person. She had been that way even before being suddenly dragged into this world.
‘Tonight and tomorrow were originally my scheduled hours anyway. Maybe I should reopen the relief room?’
So this decision was purely because of her sense of responsibility, right? It had absolutely nothing to do with the thick, bitter, musky scent of semen that assaulted her nostrils every time a door opened, correct?
Really? Not at all?
“Whose room is this one?”
Gyeoul pointed at the next door, if only to distract herself from her own thoughts. Miel looked at the nameplate and made a strange face.
“Ah…”
“What’s wrong?”
“…It’s Yggdrasil’s room.”
At those words, Gyeoul couldn’t help but make the exact same “Ah…” expression as Miel. Maybe it was her imagination, but she could almost see the regret, self-blame, and despair seeping out through the crack beneath the door.
No—when she listened carefully, she could actually hear faint groaning coming from inside the room. Uuuuugh…
The one with the most wealth had put on the most catastrophic display of bravado. Gyeoul mulled over that irony as she knocked on the door.
A moment later, Yggdrasil’s voice answered from within. All of her usual energy and arrogance had completely vanished, leaving only a sunken, lifeless tone.
“Who is it…?”