16. Interlocking
During the few days Noah's party was away on their dungeon expedition, various events unfolded in Bellua.
First, the Butt Wall Brothel was experiencing unprecedented popularity? Despite ace worker Noah's absence, the system itself seemed to be surprisingly well-received.
After all, without Noah, prices were more affordable...
Rumors said customers even took complimentary standard onaholes as souvenirs.
"Is Room 1 closed again today?"
"...She said she's not feeling well. But other rooms are available."
"Ahem. Then I'll take another room."
"Please proceed to Room 3."
The appeal lay in not needing to cater to a woman's whims and being able to release semen cheaply and pleasurably right after work.
Consequently, receptionist Jane was reportedly running around overwhelmed by the flood of customers and paperwork.
Meanwhile, financier Marian Lowell was suffering headaches for entirely different reasons...
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Marian Lowell sat in her office, deeply immersed in philosophical(?) contemplation. The thick books piled before her testified to this fact.
"......"
What exactly constitutes incest?
[Sexual contact between closely related individuals. Or unions between family members deemed unacceptable by social norms.]
Several days had passed since the onahole modeled after Marian Lowell's vulva reached Count Lowell's hands. She could swear this was absolutely! not intentional.
But spilled water can't be gathered back.
To make matters utterly maddening,
Count Lowell had been enthusiastically using the "Onahole ver.Marian" these past few days. Marian had even witnessed everything through her Crystal Ball.
"Huu... huu...."
She exhaled roughly with her face buried in the desk.
Though Marian was a voyeuristic virgin who secretly recorded men's penis lengths and thicknesses through the brothel's Crystal Ball...
She never anticipated such a catastrophe.
The onahole modeled after her genitals was originally created solely for Sexual Compatibility Tests when future husband candidates appeared. The ambitious(?) plan was to discreetly distribute them (through Jane) for pre-screening when suitable men appeared.
"But isn't this... excessive usage, Father...?"
With flushed face, she blankly stared at the Crystal Ball beside her. Her father was vigorously masturbating again today. Using her onahole.
Never did she imagine she'd discover her sexual compatibility with her own father.
Penis length, girth, erectile firmness... time until ejaculation.
Even semen temperature - all recorded through over twenty usage sessions.
"Keuk...!"
Marian clawed her desk with a screech.
Her father thrust deeply into the onahole. Another ejaculation, another climax.
The sensation of semen violently striking the onahole's interior transmitted directly to Marian.
Her hips trembled violently.
Drip, drip...
Her underwear, skirt, chair - all soaked, with puddles pooling on the floor.
"Haa... I can't... stay like this...."
If only Noah hadn't been away, she could've severed this damned link immediately after getting scolded.
Unfortunately, Marian only knew how to assist in creation, not how to break existing magical links.
'They said they'd return soon....'
This was her only consolation.
As her heated body gradually cooled, Marian began contemplating the ethical issues she faced.
Could this truly be called incest?
There was undeniably no direct physical contact. Her father remained unaware. Only Marian knew this secret - one she'd likely carry to her grave.
Moreover, Marian was still technically a virgin...!
Though the Mind-Body Virginity Theory would dispute this, physically she remained intact.
Mentally and spiritually deflowered, perhaps.
This situation might require proposing a new Mind-Body Incest Theory...
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"Priestess Elise, here's... your share after currency exchange."
"Ah, yes... Thank you, Ibel-nim."
Elise had been quietly praying in Bellua's chapel. While typical priest behavior, today's prayers followed severe scolding from Senior Priestess Irine.
How could a priestess setting an example enter church reeking of alcohol...
In any case, Elise kept staring at the floor throughout Isabella's visit, though it hardly seemed like genuine repentance.
Elise swiftly snatched the offered pouch while maintaining her floor-gazing posture.
"Did you... get home safely yesterday? Hahaha... I was so tired I just went straight to the inn."
"Ah, well. That's understandable. We all drank so much. Hehe... I got scolded for smelling like alcohol. I'll probably need to lay low for a while."
"...I see."
"Hehe..."
An awkward silenceㅡ.
Elise forced an awkward smile, her lips twitching spasmodically. Maintaining composure while facing each other seemed impossible.
Likely a sight Elise would never forget...
Noah shaking her hips atop that person for four straight hours was beyond mere "lewdness."
Unable to bear the atmosphere, Elise spoke first.
"By the way... I haven't seen Noah-nim all day. Do you know where she went?"
"...Um. I'm not sure either. I saw her with the children this morning... but haven't seen her since lunch."
"Do you need her for something, Ibel-nim?"
"Huh? Me...? Well, I'm her disciple..."
"Disciple. Right. Of course. Mhm."
Another silenceㅡ.
They concluded their conversation without making eye contact for even a second. The strange atmosphere passed unnoticed as both were preoccupied elsewhere.
Isabella quickly exited the chapel.
With her hangover gone and mind clear, a mountain of problems demanded attention.
Foremost - that night with her teacher.
Though she'd fled that morning, she now felt the need for serious discussion. Yet her teacher's whereabouts were unknown...
While her teacher often disappeared like this,
the timing felt too coincidental.
"Teacher definitely remembers everything..."
Isabella bit her lip. She leaned against the shaded church wall, scanning her surroundings - a perfect spot for solitary contemplation.
"......I remember nothing."
This was the frustrating part.
She clearly did it, yet retained no memory.
Beyond the forbidden relationship aspect - how long had she restrained herself while gazing at her teacher's buttocks? To waste such an experience while drunk...
"Uuuuuuuu...!"
Isabella sighed while clutching her head.
However, another hypothesis could resolve these worries at once. If correct, she wouldn't need to regret wasting her first experience with her teacher so absurdly.
Though that would create new problems...
"There was definitely a mole."
She wanted to dismiss it as coincidence, but it kept bothering her. Since her teacher started playing mischievous pranks, she'd tried forgetting about "Number 1,"
but how could she forget?
Those beautiful buttocks.
She still remembered the mole on the right cheek.
Isabella subtly touched the pouch in her sleeve. Like Elise, she'd received considerable payment from this expedition.
Meaning - she had spare money.
'...Just one confirmation.'
Isabella retrieved three gold coins from the pouch.
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Meanwhile, in a hidden private room within the Butt Wall Brothel.
The dim room flickered with candlelight. Noah sat in a chair with clasped hands covering her mouth - the classic Ikari Gendo pose.
[Current Status: Post-nut clarity]
She too had many concerns.
'...Sex felt good. To be honest, it was fucking amazing. Hmm.'
Though she'd climaxed forcibly when the Hero nullified her magic, this was incomparable. Was the difference between willing and unwilling?
She couldn't deny this sex felt incredible.
The problem lay in what followed.
The partner being her precious disciple - a pretty-faced futanari with an excellent penis. A highly rare specimen.
But the disciple fled first.
Noah brazenly returned to church too, but ultimately fled here due to discomfort.
"I've gone mad. Truly..."
The regret was overwhelming...!
But if asked whether she'd refuse doing it again...
As her thoughts wandered, BANG! The door burst open.
"I came running the moment I heard you returned, Noah-nim...!"
Marian Lowell stormed in.
Noah responded dismissively.
"Oh, hey. You're here."
"To me, Marian..."
"Sorry, but I'm in deep contemplation..."
"This can't wait! Listen to me now!"
Marian stomped over and slammed Noah's desk. Candlelight revealed dark circles under her eyes.
"...What now. What's the matter."
"Well you see. I'm facing an extremely serious ethical dilemma. What exactly constitutes incest? I want to hear your thoughts...!"
"Finally lost your mind."
There wasn't a single normal person left. Not one.
Noah shook her head despairingly.