8. Adult Products
8. Adult Products
Let's talk for a moment about Velua, this city located in the Antwerpen Kingdom.
Positioned along the trade route where caravans departing from the Empire passed through Antwerpen on their way to the southern continent, this was a city that simply couldn't help but be wealthy.
To go from the sea inland into the Empire, passing through Velua was unquestionably the fastest route, and the opposite was true as well.
Goods were plentiful, people were plentiful.
The city was always filled with people's vitality, and caravan wheels constantly crossed through the town to and from the city gates.
But recently, perhaps because it had been so peaceful...
The Adventurer's Guild had become little more than an errand center.
Requests to explore dungeons or hunt giant monsters had dried up, with the most exciting work being escorting caravans or driving away a few wolves that appeared in nearby forests.
Greedy mercenaries and adventurers who wanted to earn more money left for other cities, promising to return later,
but nevertheless, many mercenaries remained in Velua.
Instead of the sound of clashing blades, the laughter of drunkards and the clinking of beer mugs could be heard from taverns every night. Well, it was a pleasant city to live in, so they probably didn't want to leave.
Velua, a city so prosperous that mercenaries didn't leave even without requests.
This place also had one thing it lacked.
That would be, well, the fact that it didn't have any notable specialty products.
While its position as a midway point on trade routes was good, if someone asked "What comes to mind when you think of Velua?" the typical answers would be things like "Does it have to be a product?" or "Count Lowell?" - responses that didn't match the intent of the question.
Just a city to pass through, a city to rest in briefly.
That was Velua's limitation.
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"You want to distribute something like this for 10 gold coins? Do you think that makes any sense?"
A man representing a caravan snorted while looking at the item on the table. Honestly, he hadn't even wanted to attend this meeting. However, it seemed the woman sitting across from him had quite powerful backing...
He found himself burdened with this troublesome situation after being told to at least hear her out.
"Hah... Given the nature of this product, I'll be direct. If you want to hold a woman, there are plenty of cheap prostitutes, to put it bluntly. Honestly, whether their face is decent or ugly, the tightness of their lower hole isn't that different. But paying good money for a woman is because either her face is worth looking at or she's a skilled courtesan who knows how to milk a man dry. In either case, it's worth paying that money for."
"I agree with that."
Jane, the figurehead president of Cabesiri (Wall Butt) - established as the new business division of the Butt Wall brothel - simply smiled sweetly.
(For reference, the company name was decided by Marian based on Noah's recommendation, though she didn't know what it meant.)
"Then let's get to the point quickly. This sculpture, this thing called an onahole, seems quite well-made... but do you really think you can sell this for 10 gold coins? Even if it's modeled after genitalia, it's still fake, isn't it?"
"... How about trying it out first?"
Jane handed the man the prototype No. 5 of 'Elf's Temptation'. The man went into the small room behind the curtain, loudly declaring that even if he used it, it wouldn't persuade him.
As Jane sat upright on the sofa, taking a sip of tea, less than a minute had passed when...
"Oh... oh... ohgok... ohgogok...!"
The man's dying scream erupted.
"Another easy one."
Jane shrugged her shoulders. Is it really that good? The question crossed her mind briefly, but like Marian, Jane had no way to test the onahole herself.
Anyway, this made three caravans visited. After one more, (the overworked) Jane's task would be complete.
And after that...
After that...
"Is everything after that also my responsibility?"
Jane sighed as she organized the stack of documents.
Meanwhile, the state of the man who returned from behind the curtain was quite something to behold. The confidence that had made him snort was gone, his knees were trembling like a little girl clutching her thighs, with unfocused pupils and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Hah, hahk! 10 gold coins... Our trade company will take it! Exclusive rights! Give us exclusive rights!"
"Exclusive rights will be determined through bidding. We'll meet again."
"Uh... uh... w-wait...."
"Ah, you can keep and use the prototype we gave you, if you'd like?"
"Th-thank you!"
Jane immediately left the place.
She needed to secure a location for the auction bidding and distribution channels, work behind the scenes with Lady Marian to arrange sales permits in advance...
And she had to handle these matters in a way that didn't appear connected to 'Marian Lowell'.
The accountant of the Butt Wall brothel, Jane, had an enormous amount of work to do.
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About two weeks had passed.
Enough time to sweep up all the slime magic stones around Velua to manufacture onaholes and handle the sensory overload from the numerous replicas.
The solution was backup upon backup.
It was a method of keeping one master version that perfectly copied the original sensations, with mass-produced versions for market distribution being copies of that master version.
Naturally, it was much easier to block sensations coming through a single pathway than to individually block sensory routes coming through dozens or hundreds of branches.
"Hehehe...."
"Noah-nim? You're making a creepy smile."
How could I not laugh?
After the 200 gold coin deal, I've now secured a new contract, so all that's left is for money to come rolling in.
"Ahem. Well, it seems like they'll sell well, you say?"
"Yes. We've completed trial distribution of 20 units each to two trade companies. We plan to adjust prices based on production scale and demand... but according to testimonials from men who've tried it, this will sell, Noah-nim."
I shrugged my shoulders.
What's wrong with making money with such products in a world like this that resembles an adult game? No. Absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Well, I'll admit it a little.
Compared to Marian, I'd be 'less extreme!' but I do have somewhat perverted tastes myself.
But this venture isn't because I'm a pervert - it's just to make money!
"Ahh... The term 'sex person' must undoubtedly refer to Noah-nim. The one who can lead this world's sexual culture to a higher level! More remarkable men will surely come to Velua now!"
"......"
What does this guy think I am?
I want to know but I don't want to know. I shook my head vigorously. I did have a few things in mind like this guy imagined, but...
Take dildos for example.
It would be too impoverished to just call well-carved wooden toys or metal rods 'dildos'.
A dildo that's more cock-like than an actual cock.
According to my experiential bias, noblewomen usually like these things.
And we could also make vibrators to sell for money. It might be worth developing sex gels too. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say ideas were overflowing.
And most importantly, if this onahole business concludes successfully...
We should consider other models too.
Though it won't be easy to surpass [Elf's Temptation] which had just begun sales,
with its auto-repair function, heating function, auto-suction function, and more.
"By the way, Marian, what exactly are you doing right now?"
At my question, Marian answered nonchalantly.
"Huh? Since men are so captivated by it, I was curious and feeling the internal ridges."
"Even so, poking at my... no, poking at my model in front of me is a bit much, don't you think?"
"......"
Our eyes met.
The corner of Marian's mouth curved up in a smirk. Then she immediately shoved her finger deep inside—
"Eight!"
"......"
Squish, squish...
The explicit sound of poking the onahole.
Thank goodness I had rerouted the sensations to the master version. If I had flinched even slightly, I might have shown an embarrassing reaction.
This private room where only the two of us sat facing each other.
The scene of Velua's renowned elf, Noah, and the esteemed daughter of Lord Count Lowell, Marian Lowell...
With Marian Lowell poking with her finger at an onahole modeled after Noah's pussy... Really. It was unavoidably a scene that made one's face burn in multiple meanings.
Wasn't this essentially a situation where Marian was poking my pussy?
"If you're that curious, how about the next model being based on you, Marian? We could specially make about three of them and give them to men you fancy. Then those men would be fucking the onahole alone in their rooms without knowing they're actually fucking you, Marian, and you could feel the insertion sensation while indulging in perverted masturbation in your own bed...."
I realized mid-sentence.
The fact that from the middle, Marian was looking at me with eyes full of respect.
"... This maiden, Marian. I've realized I still have a long way to go to attain knowledge like Noah-nim's. There was such a method! Then this maiden would also gladly have my body modeled to create that onahole thing!"
"No, no! No! Enough. That's enough. You just keep voyeuring like now and look for husband material."
"I thought it was a delightful idea, but I will follow Noah-nim's will. However, this maiden is still curious. What would it feel like to have sensations linked... Hmm. Poking the onahole while simultaneously masturbating...."
"......"
I felt pangs of conscience about making the already severely voyeuristic pervert Marian even more severe.
No matter what, she's the esteemed daughter of a lord and my financial backer - I can't turn her into a masturbation addict.