Cleanup After Prostitute Week (3)
Just as I expected, when the door opened, Yggdrasil's face was full of anxiety and worry. Ink stained her small hands, as if she'd been writing a letter. The moment she saw me, she flinched in surprise.
“G-Gyeoul? The hypnosis has been lifted….”
“Here. I came to return this.”
Yggdrasil's gaze instantly locked onto the handbag I held out, drawn straight to the gold inside. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Then—
“Huuueeeeeng!”
She burst into loud, heaving sobs.
“Th-thank you, r-really, thank you so muuuuch…!!!”
“Ahaha…”
“When the letter came from Mother, I thought I was truly going to die!!”
“Ah.”
Of course. No matter who she was, the amount had been enormous. Naturally, she hadn't used it for anything sensible. She couldn't even claim she'd had no choice because she needed to relieve her sexual urges. After all, I was the sexual relief committee member who helped for free. She had simply offered it purely to show off with money. A massive quantity of gold.
I thought so too. Honestly, if I had been Yggdrasil's mother, I would have stormed over immediately and beaten her half to death.
It seemed Yggdrasil felt the same. She clung to my waist, sobbing uncontrollably. She wasn't hugging me so much as gripping me for support—her legs had given out from sheer relief, dropping her to her knees on the floor.
“R-really, truly…!”
She lifted her tear-streaked, messy face.
“You, Gyeoul, are this dragon's lifesaver!”
“Ahaha…”
With the door still wide open, other students on the same floor began poking their heads out one by one.
“What's going on?”
“What happened… huh?”
Perfect timing.
“Alright, everyone. I still need to return the money to the other students, so you should get up now.”
“Hic… huuuhic… Th-this favor, I will definitely repay someday! I swear it on the Golden Falls!”
“I know, I know. So stop crying now, okay?”
I comforted Yggdrasil until she returned to her room, then handed out the handbags one by one to the students who had emerged.
“Here, Kazuha.”
“…Thanks.”
“Miriel.”
“Th-thank you…”
A natural line formed as they accepted the bags, and the handbags disappeared much faster than if I'd gone door to door.
I should've just done it this way from the start.
I turned to Miel.
“Can you bring out all the other students too?”
“Sure!”
“Oh, but only—”
“?”
Following my instructions, Miel nodded and headed upstairs.
“Alright, if you've received yours, please go back to your rooms. The hallway's getting cramped.”
After spending ten minutes returning the payments one by one and sending everyone back, only the two students I'd asked Miel to bring out separately remained in the corridor.
“Ah, hello?”
“Are you feeling alright?”
It was Bella and Eladriel.
Not only had they suppressed their own desires the moment they realized my hypnosis had lifted, they had also controlled the situation so the other students wouldn't assault me. On top of that, they had cheered me on while I was trapped in endless climax from Yggdrasil's actions. I wanted to thank them personally.
Suddenly—
“Ugh…”
The memory of clutching their hands, climaxing over and over, climaxing more times than I could draw breath, flooded back and made my head swim. Still—
“Thank you, truly. Both of you, Bella and Riel.”
I let the words out on a breath. For now.
When I handed over the last two handbags, they hesitated and tried to refuse, but eventually accepted them.
“See you later, then.”
As I finally turned to leave, Bella called out to stop me.
“Um, Miss Gyeoul.”
“Yes?”
“I'm sorry. Last Saturday was your day off, but I forced my way in anyway…”
Bella had finally found the chance to apologize for the mistake that had been stabbing at her heart all week.
“So…”
Fresh tears welled in Bella's eyes from guilt. What if she doesn't forgive me?
But—
“Oh, that? It's fine. It's not like you did anything wrong.”
Bella blinked. She was forgiving her that easily?
“B-but…”
“It's okay. If you really feel that bad, then uh…”
I scratched my cheek.
“Eh, nothing even comes to mind. It's really fine, so just forget about it. I'm heading out?”
“Ah…”
And with that, I really left.
Bella stood dazed for a long time in the spot where I'd vanished, then hugged the handbag tightly to her chest. She held it as if it were me, gently, affectionately.
Eladriel watched Bella with a complicated gaze, then sighed and returned to her room. Remembering the sight of Miss Gyeoul she'd just seen, she decided she needed to masturbate at least once more.
Ah, I want to suck on Miss Gyeoul's nipples.
Stepping out of the dormitory, I took a deep lungful of fresh air.
“Sluuuuurp… Haaaaah…”
I pushed out the semen-scented air that had filled my nose and lungs, replacing it with clean breaths. After a few deep inhalations, I felt the subtle heat that had been rising from inside my body begin to settle. Just a little.
Miel nodded vigorously beside me.
“It really did smell strongly of semen. Oh, did everyone just masturbate in their rooms after you told them the hypnosis was gone?”
“…Cough.”
I coughed again at that familiar wave of guilt.
Well, it really had smelled heavily of semen.
The worst of it had been the floor with the half-open laundry bin. Until now, I'd assumed it was just an ordinary laundry bin. Or maybe a trash can. There was one in every hallway, the inside was opaque, and it had a lid.
Who would've guessed it was exclusively for used tissues soaked in semen… Does this world not have toilet paper? Do they use towels instead?
Whatever the material, it had to be full. Of semen. The thick, sticky, distinct fishy scent of futanaris that clung to your throat when you swallowed it—
“Ugh…”
I swallowed hard and groaned from self-loathing.
This is actually driving me insane.
This body was too lewd. Too obscene. It didn't just climax easily—it went into heat easily too.
Ah, I don't even know anymore.
I couldn't deny it. I'd gone into heat just from smelling semen. I'd become sexually aroused.
So in the end, am I just going to masturbate in my room again today? I really don't want to spend all my time doing only that.
It was a precious day off. I wanted to do something fun for once. Or maybe learn more about this world.
…Now that I think about it.
I glanced at the pink-haired succubus beside me.
I knew Miel wasn't just any succubus—she was a High Succubus. Even Principal Parin sought her advice when handling sex-related magic, so she had to be an incredible expert in her field.
“Hey, Miel.”
“What?”
“You can use magic or techniques related to sex, right?”
“Obviously. Who do you think I am?”
“Then… can you also use magic that suppresses arousal or going into heat?”
It must have been an unexpected question. Miel blinked. But her expression quickly turned serious.
“Hmm…”
She furrowed her brows and pulled her chin down, sinking deep into thought. The light, airy vibe that reminded me of an Instagram-obsessed social butterfly vanished, replaced by a sharp, intellectual aura. She really was a professional in her domain.
“Pinpointing only arousal or heat and bringing it down… So you want the complete opposite of an aphrodisiac or heat spell? It should be possible, but…”
She muttered to herself, pondering repeatedly.
“Hm… Yeah. There are several ways. The simplest would probably be to just shut off the senses in a specific area?”
“Just shut off the senses?”
That phrasing made a certain term pop into my head.
“You mean Sensory Block?”
“You could call it that. But another method might be better? It's basically the same as temporarily severing the sensory nerves, so it'd cause problems in daily life.”
“…No, first explain more about the Sensory Block.”
Of course, I had zero desire to become the protagonist of a hardcore sensory-block situation from one of Hitomi's works.
“That one really doesn't have any weird side effects, right?”
“Weird side effects?”
“Like all the built-up sensations suddenly rushing in at once and frying your brain… Never mind, forget I said anything.”
After listening to Miel's full explanation, I laid out my own plan to her.
“You said Principal Parin isn't here right now. We don't know when she'll return.”
“Yeah.”
“And you can't cast hypnosis.”
“No way.”
Miel waved her hands immediately.
“The duration would be short anyway, and the moment she notices even the slightest contradiction or gap with reality, it would break. We wouldn't even reach the end of that short duration.”
“In that case.”
There was no other option but the method I'd come up with.
When she heard my entire plan, Miel's jaw dropped in shock.
“Are you serious?”
“I don't have a choice. Without hypnosis, this is the only way to reopen the sexual relief room.”
“No, that's not what I meant… You're really willing to go that far just to open the sexual relief room again?”
“…I don't have a choice.”
Today—Thursday—was already evening, so that was that. But what about tomorrow? If the principal came back after resting tomorrow, wouldn't people start asking to reopen the sexual relief room from Saturday or Sunday?
Even to make sure I could rest properly on my days off, I needed to work on the days I'd committed to working.
Now that I think about it, what concept should I use for next week's hypnosis?
I had no idea. I'd figure it out over the weekend.
Miel carefully organized her thoughts before speaking.
“To summarize, you'll offer yourself in a state where you can't feel anything from the waist down, so the students can just use your holes and leave?”
“…Yes.”
Essentially a living onahole. It was humiliating, but there was no helping it.
“Hmm…”
Miel nodded slowly.
“I see. It's a shame in a lot of ways, but it does seem like the best option.”
“A shame?”
“Well, it's not very erotic, is it?”
The unfocused look typical of deep thought returned to her eyes.
“Without sensation, there won't be any reaction either… Ah!”
Miel realized her slip too late and clapped a hand over her mouth.
“I'm not criticizing you! The way you're still doing your absolute best even in this situation is genuinely admirable! It's just—”
“It's fine. I'm not angry.”
I explained the details to Miel. Even if I was only lending my holes, a little staging could still make the males' lust boil over.
But since she had never seen it in person, Miel's reaction remained lukewarm.
“…Will they really react if you do that?”
“They will.”
“Really…?”
She still looked unconvinced. It wasn't that she distrusted me. On the contrary, Miel seemed eager to believe it precisely because I was the one saying it. Still, something hard to believe remained hard to believe.
To that Miel, I tossed out casually,
“If you really can't believe it, want to make a bet?”