8. Adult Products
"Ugh... This is killer...."
Bargus stood still, his cock inserted to the hilt, taking deep breaths. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him, savoring the sensations rising from below.
Truly, a hole worth three gold coins.
This bewitching pink pussy tormented his cock persistently from the inside even without him moving his hips. The tightness was a given, as if the pussy itself were a separate living creature.
Squirm, squirm—
Wriggle, wriggle—
It persistently teased the spots that felt best to a man.
"... Hup!"
Since it had been a while since his last visit, it would be a shame to cum too easily. Bargus took a deep breath and firmly gripped the buttocks hanging against the wall.
Slowly... slowly...
He pulled his cock out.
Despite the lack of foreplay, after just one insertion, his cock was already glistening with a coat of her juices.
And then, shove—!
He thrust his cock back in to the root.
"Hoo...."
Slowly pulled back again,
Shove—!
"Ugh... This... this is a female...."
Slowly pulled back again...
Slap! Slap!
His earlier resolve to pace himself was quickly forgotten.
Slap! Slap!
Though she was as stiff as a wooden doll, few females dripped this much. The sticky juices stretching around the entrance provided their own visual stimulation.
Bargus growled as he pounded into her.
"That Hans... I can understand why he became such a fool...."
The guy who'd had his first experience here and had been obsessively saving money ever since, unable to forget it. The guy who said he'd return to his hometown and marry his childhood sweetheart no longer existed.
Well, what could you do.
Bargus bore some responsibility for making Hans that way, but...
After all, a man
hones himself to thrust this meat rod between his legs into a superior female.
So today too, Bargus faithfully followed his instincts, thrusting his cock into a truly female-like female, aiming his glans deep into her cervix as he poured out his cum.
Splurt, spurt—, spurt—!
An irresponsible creampie.
Not that it was a problem, of course.
One session, one creampie. For the hefty price of three gold coins, creampies were basically a standard option. While tastes varied—some preferred finishing on the ass—Bargus was firmly in the creampie camp.
If he could impregnate such a supreme female with his child, it would surely be something to boast about as a male.
"Hoo... It's even hard to pull out."
He slowly pulled his cock out. This bewitching pussy refused to let go until the very end, almost making a 'pop!' sound. He felt like paying extra to fill this female's womb with his seed, but...
Bargus was getting older too.
He plopped down onto a chair with trembling legs and stared quietly at the buttocks protruding from the wall.
Both cheeks were reddened from how hard he'd pounded.
Now that he had a moment to relax, he noticed details he'd missed before. Like the way her muscles twitched from her ankles all the way up to her thighs.
Then, with a squelching sound—
The cum he'd just shot inside began to trickle out of her pussy. Some dripped straight to the floor, while some trailed down her thighs.
Bargus stood up instinctively, his legs still shaky.
It was a primal movement.
He roughly tore off some paper and clumsily plugged her hole. Startled, her thighs twitched in response.
"Kikik... Did that surprise you? It'd be a waste to let all that cum Master shot inside go to waste."
Smack!
He playfully slapped her butt and laughed.
"As expected... the real thing is best."
He'd recently heard a story at the tavern. About something called an 'onahole,' a fake pussy that was supposedly amazing. The man who claimed to have tried it went on and on about how it meant the end for prostitutes, how convenient it was not having to cater to a female's whims, but...
Bargus had scoffed.
No matter how great a fake was, could it possibly be better than this?
Structurally, it was fortunate this brothel wasn't a crowded place. It was like one of those hidden gem restaurants only known to a select few. The kind of place you could never stay away from once you tried it.
Yet also the kind of place you wouldn't want to introduce to others.
In other words, my little private XX.
"Tsk. Not even a reaction when I say I'm leaving. Naughty female."
He'd never had a conversation with her, but he could roughly guess how proud she was. So even these offhand remarks seemed to offend her, making her legs twitch like that again.
Kikik—
There was a certain pleasure in toying with such a haughty female right to the end.
As Bargus left the room and headed out alone, a familiar face greeted him. She'd been absent when he visited last week. Seeing her back so soon, it seemed it wasn't anything serious.
He'd gotten his release. Feeling refreshed, Bargus smiled and said to her.
"I'll be back. This place really is the best."
And then, Jane stopped him.
"Ah, could you wait a moment, please?"
She then disappeared into a back room that looked like a storage closet. Soon, she returned with a small box and handed it to him.
"Since you're a valued VIP of our brothel, Bargus-nim. By any chance... have you heard of an 'onahole'?"
"... I've heard of it. Is this it?"
Bargus eyed the box Jane held out with a skeptical look.
"It's originally a very expensive item... but please think of it as promotional. I believe you, Bargus-nim, are the perfect person to give a detailed review of this 'onahole'."
"Me? Sorry, but I'm not really interested in shoddy fake pussies like this. It's pointless to expect anything from me...."
But Jane didn't back down.
Though she might freeze up like a nervous novice in front of a Count, handling a nobody like Bargus was child's play for Jane.
Subtly grabbing Bargus's wrist,
she took a step closer and whispered in his ear.
"... The model for this onahole is that very 'pussy' you're so obsessed with?"
"......."
"You'll like it.. Very much. Just think. Anytime, anywhere... you can fuck it whenever you want? You'll feel... very good."
Gulp—
"Only someone like you, Bargus-nim, who knows the real thing so well, can prove how perfect our product is by trying it."
Jane smiled with her eyes and slyly slipped the onahole box into Bargus's arms.
===
After all that commotion, the Count permitted the distribution of the onahole.
Of course, with conditions.
Two conditions.
First. To show results within three months, as he had so boldly promised.
Second. Marianne Lowell.
Regarding the second condition, the Count said his daughter was still a pure virgin who knew nothing of men.
(I almost snorted listening through the Orb.)
He said she was looking for a marriage partner and would be sent off to wed soon. So, until his daughter was married off—
Belleua must not develop an overly lewd atmosphere. That was the conclusion. His daughter must not be tainted by strange culture.
... Count, I'm sorry.
It's already too late.
Anyway, effectively, the only condition that needed solving was the first one. The second was something Marianne would handle herself.
If the conditions weren't met,
the Count listed some frightening consequences, but at the same time, I whispered into Jane's ear, urging her to trust me, almost like brainwashing. Whether she believed me or not didn't matter; either way, a smart woman like Jane would know there was no backing out now.
And so, Jane was released.
[ I heard Marianne secretly took good care of you. ]
[ Noah-nim! It wasn't that simple! It was cold, my back hurt, and the bathroom situation was terrible! ]
As soon as she returned, she complained so much that I handed her 20 gold coins, saying she'd worked hard.
Then she quieted down.
It was a significant expense, but sometimes you need a carrot.
And on top of that, I decided to add a little flex.
"......."
So I went to Bargus's smithy.
I intended to melt magic stones to extract their essence. I thought it would be nice to make small magic wands as gifts for the children who had awakened to magic.
"Oh, Noah-nim. Welcome. What brings you here today?"
Bargus greeted me with his usual 'face'.
"You... what, what's with that getup?"
Only his face was the same. The problem was his pants.
His face, which showed not an ounce of shame about his appearance, was beyond absurd, reaching levels of bizarre.
Bulge.
His pants had a bulge.
"Ah... Haha! Aigoo, I've shown Noah-nim an embarrassing sight. This is that... onahole thing that's popular among men these days...."
That's right.
Bargus was currently wearing an onahole under his pants!
This would be impossible with a typical onahole, but...
As you know, the onahole [Temptation of the Elf], enhanced with all sorts of magical functions including auto-suction, could apparently be used in such a way.
In other words, that.
Constant masturbation.
Or, hands-free?
"... Can you concentrate on work with that thing on?"
"Concentrate? It actually helps! No distracting thoughts at all! And hey, it's hidden by my pants, so no one can see it. Hahaha!"
"......."
I facepalmed.
The Count's second condition.
Perhaps this might be the harder condition to fulfill.
===
The onahole slowly spread throughout Belleua.
And through a certain merchant group, the onahole left Belleua. It traveled over bumpy stone roads, reached a city, and ended up in someone's hands.
"Squeak! Wh-what is this thing! You humans, you were hiding this!"
"Squeak! This tightness! It's way better than the females of our tribe!"
It was a group of orcs.
Mercenary orcs were examining the onahole given to them by a merchant. Orcs were naturally so strong they usually broke most human-made items quickly, but...
"H-hey... be gentle...."
"It's not tearing! It's sturdy! Squeak! This is made for us orcs! We must supply one to every comrade going to war!"
Their voices gradually united.
"Onahole! Onahole! Onahole!"
"...... You'll buy all of them, right?"
Then, one orc read the small writing on the bottom of the box. He was a rare orc who could read.
"Be, Belleua... Ass-Wall... Brothel?"
"Where is that! Squeak!"
"... That's where it's made."
"Belleua! Belleua! Belleua!"
Some orcs already had determined expressions as they grabbed their axes. The orcs' destination was naturally decided.
Towards Belleua—