8. Adult Products
8. Adult Products
Marian Lowell's father and the lord of Bellua, Count Lowell, was an extremely ordinary man. Of course, here 'ordinary' is by the standards of a medieval fantasy worldview.
He was moderately stubborn, moderately aristocratic, and had a moderately gentlemanly demeanor. In his youth, he had a hot-blooded temperament that occasionally flared up, enough to hunt monsters as a knight.
In addition to this,
He was also a father who was somewhat weak to his daughter.
Otherwise, how could he have waited even though his precious daughter Marian was of marriageable age? Recently, several noble families had proposed marriage talks, but Marian still didn't even glance their way.
'Hmm. Having grown up watching a father like me, it's no wonder she wouldn't look twice at ordinary brats.'
Though he was completely misreading the situation, anyway.
The head butler of the Lowell family, Orolon, placed a box on the desk.
"Here it is, Count-nim."
"Huh, indeed."
The Count leaned forward and examined the contents of the box. It was a translucent cylindrical object with a strange sheen, wrapped in soft cloth.
"How peculiar looking. What was it called again?"
"I heard it has a specific product name, but it's generally called an 'onahole'."
"Onahole...?"
Just from the word alone, he couldn't guess its meaning at all.
Was it O/nahole? Or Ona/hole?
If 'O' was a prefix, he couldn't guess the meaning of 'nahole', and if 'hole' was a suffix, he couldn't guess the meaning of 'ona'.
For Count Lowell, who was neither an arts nor a sciences type but a knight by background, this was truly a meaningless pondering. However, as someone who thought he needed to maintain a somewhat smart image as the Count of Bellua...
He cleared his throat once and asked Butler Orolon.
"You say this thing is being traded for high prices in the city now? Hmm. Is it made of special material? It looks somewhat like a slime. Judging by its exterior and interior, it seems like quite a meticulously crafted sculpture. Orolon, why do you look like that?"
"... That, well. I heard that this onahole is an object modeled after the female genitalia."
"......?"
Count Lowell couldn't believe what he had just heard.
So he examined it again.
The cylindrical shape itself wasn't particularly strange. But when he looked again at the hole penetrating the interior and the entrance...
"Huh..."
"......"
Just in case, he asked one more time.
"This is being traded for high prices?"
"Yes..."
"For what purpose?"
"Well..."
"No, wait a moment. Let me guess."
Count Lowell shoved his finger into the hole.
As soon as he did, it wriggled and tightened around his finger as if it had been waiting!
It seemed to be for a very 'specific' purpose.
One thing he was sure of was that this hole wasn't meant for fingers. Then what was supposed to go in? If it was modeled after female genitalia, it must be to simulate that function.
"T-this obscene...!"
The Count yanked his finger out in shock, but simultaneously a POP! sound echoed through the study.
Such a lewd object was openly circulating in his territory?
"T-this blasphemous thing is rolling around in Bellua, right in the heart of my territory! Find out immediately where this bizarre, obscene object came from! I'll string up everyone who approved this and hang them in the square!"
"......"
"Quickly!"
The Count slammed his fist on the desk with a BANG!
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Ahh~ So peaceful and prosperous!
Now I can use magic as much as I want without worry. Because I've gained enough financial power that I can buy several months' worth of magic stones at once and still have plenty left.
I still have plenty of the 200 gold coins left, and with the substantial profits from onahole sales coming in, I couldn't be more comfortable.
[ Gift: Burst ]
I brought up my status window, though it felt somewhat unnecessary.
It's that kind of meaningless status window without any proper main quest, nor the ability to allocate stats... but...
It contains the evidence that I was granted a privilege-that's-not-quite-a-privilege and dropped into this world.
Gift.
A magical talent that doubles output but comes with the side effect of extremely poor mana efficiency and constant activation. My master said it: that's talent that ranks among the best.
Possessing talent that could make me an A-rank, no, S-rank mage,
As an extremely ordinary commoner at heart, I've been content living as a B-rank mage. The reason is simple: I was scared.
I've lived by only choosing safe dungeons to clear, and when money was short, I wouldn't hesitate to take on even troublesome village requests. All of this was to earn magic stones.
The gift given to me was a privilege, or rather, a kind of curse.
The moment my mana runs out and I experience burnout...
A trauma I never want to experience again.
In this place where I can't see any clues to return to Earth anyway, I wanted to live a long, thin life if possible.
In that sense, finding this money-making business is nothing but fortunate.
"I feel sorry for the Count, but no matter how I think about it, seducing Marian was a good choice. Anyway, as long as I don't make her more perverted here, right? Voyeurism, whatever. As long as it's not exhibitionism."
Hmm~
Humming, I scribbled the ideas that came to mind on parchment. Regardless of their commercial potential, I'm organizing all the items that come to mind first.
Didn't Marian say it?
That I would lead this world's sexual culture.
I don't have such grand aspirations, but anyway, if it makes money, what can't I do?
Using this crystal orb, it might be possible to shoot and sell adult videos. Ah, of course, I'm not crazy enough to film and sell videos of myself.
There might be more volunteers than expected.
And um...
Is there already an ear-cleaning service? This seems like it might exist. Originally, those high-ranking people probably don't clean their own ears.
Speaking of ear cleaning reminds me...
Before I forget, I hurriedly wrote [ASMR] on the parchment.
If possible, it would be good to implement something like ASMR too. Since we have magic, we can try things that weren't possible on Earth. For example, applying binaural audio to VR porn to create fully immersive porn.
If we combine this with onaholes...!
We could sell these as sets, or create a place to screen them...
"Hmm, but screening might be too much, right?"
Even though it's fantasy, the ideology isn't fantasy.
There are many considerations to keep in mind. We shouldn't deviate too far from social norms, and we shouldn't negatively impact the livelihoods of prostitutes.
I hope it becomes a plus in the direction of side income. In that sense, should I request a new onahole model? Hmm, indeed there are many concerns. Many concerns.
All this because business is going so well now...
SLAM! Just then, the workshop door burst open violently.
"Trouble, big trouble!"
"... Jane? What's the matter? No, before that, you and I only indirectly through Marian..."
"That's not the problem!"
Jane, who had rushed in breathlessly, was pale-faced. She grabbed my sleeve while gasping for air.
The other person with whom I inevitably had to share secrets while planning this business.
It was only natural since neither Marian nor I could represent ourselves publicly.
"I, I... I'm going to stand trial!"
"Trial?"
"The Count is looking for the source of the onaholes... Ah, we're doomed. Miss Marian! You brought me here saying I could work comfortably as a receptionist at the brothel! Making me do this, do that, and now a trial... Kyaaak! I, I really won't be able to get married now! Noah-nim. You're not thinking of cutting ties, are you? Right? Huh?!"
I'd only seen her as a receptionist and accountant maintaining the atmosphere at the brothel entrance, but it seems this was her real personality.
Still, I could agree that she seemed trustworthy, as Marian had said.
"Sigh..."
Right. I had a feeling things were going too smoothly.
I quietly flipped over the parchment with my scribbled future business plans like VR and ASMR.
Marian might have some thoughts too, but I can't just sit still. If I'm not careful, my perfect gold mining plan could all go to waste.
"Jane. I won't cut ties. You've done well for me until now. So I'll have many things to entrust to you in the future. Bringing in new people and training them isn't simple either."
"... Ah, even more in the future?"
She seemed slightly horrified, but I continued without paying attention. Persuasion usually requires more money anyway. If I offer appropriate compensation, this girl will surely sparkle with motivation.
Just like me right now.
"However, you'll need to meet with the Count, Jane. We should resolve this through conversation before it goes to trial."
"Eeeh! How could I have a private meeting with the Count..."
"Don't worry. If it ends well, then it ends well, right?"
Count Lowell. I was already acquainted with that man.
Naturally. Originally, my connection with Marian began from the Count's request.
The Count's personality.
The Count's values.
The Count's desires.
Considering all these things—
"Umm, so do you have a method then...?"
"Jane, you will become my avatar."
Namely, the Avatar Interview Operation.
"I don't know what that means... but, ah, anyway I'll trust only you, Noah-nim! I really don't want to be hanged in the square!"
"Well, it probably won't come to hanging in the square. Probably."
The only problem is how to persuade him through an avatar conversation. I need to start thinking about that now.