Rose is a Prostitute.
Rose is a Whore.
Rose is a prostitute.
The most famous one in the 'Women of the Rose' brothel, located in the Entertainment District of a frontier city on the western border of the kingdom.
"Haa... seriously... she's fucking beautiful."
Under the dim lamplight.
The rough, sweaty lips of the man greedily sucked at the prostitute Rose's neck.
[Suck, suck. Slurp.]
At the same time.
The man's rough hands caressed Rose's naked body, which was as white and smooth as pewter.
"Aaaah... Jack..."
Completely surrendering her body to the man's lips and fingertips.
Rose let out a low, piteous moan.
As if her sweet voice poured more oil onto the man's hungry lust.
Jack's large hand roughly squeezed Rose's breasts.
[Squish, squish.]
Her luscious breasts, too full to be contained in one hand, spilled out between his fingers.
Each time their soft mass jiggled and changed shape with the man's touch,
her erect, crimson nipples traced an erotic path.
Jack could no longer hold back and buried his head, sucking at those sweet fruits like a beast.
[Chomp, slurp, lick.]
"Ugh, hng! Th-there... Haaah..."
Rose's white fingers clutched at the man's hair.
Jack's hand, which had been ravaging her breasts as if crushing them,
soon slid down her abdomen, slick with sweat.
Below her ribs, her waist was so slender it seemed it would break if clasped by two hands.
Below that, the curves of her richly swollen hips.
Jack's hand, which had been tracing the perfect curve of Rose's waist, firmly gripped her taut, bursting hips.
Then, as his other hand caressed the tender skin of her inner thigh, Rose's body trembled slightly.
"Haaah..."
Her most intimate place was already thoroughly wet, with transparent honey-like fluid trickling down her thighs.
Jack, pulling his lips away from her nipples, licked his glistening lips and grinned mischievously.
"It's just starting, and you're already this wet? You seem pretty worked up, huh, Rose?"
"...I don't know."
Rose blushed, her cheeks flushed red, and shyly turned her head away.
Her pitiful yet seductive posture broke the man's reason.
Jack, panting, rose and positioned himself between Rose's legs.
Then, grabbing his own engorged shaft that seemed ready to burst,
instead of immediately inserting it, he began to rub the blunt tip against Rose's wet inner thigh as if crushing it.
[Squish, squish]
"Haa... do you know how long I've waited for this moment? Huh?"
Jack's glans, rubbing against Rose's thigh, moved further and further inward.
The pre-ejaculate at its tip mingled with the lubrication wetting Rose's thigh, making it slick.
"Even when I was chopping off those goblin bastards' heads, or catching a nap in a blood-soaked encampment... all I could think about was your hole."
"Aaah, Jack... now, hng... quickly..."
As Rose urged him on with a piteous voice, Jack could no longer hold back.
He pulled Rose's waist strongly towards him, thrusting his massive desire deep inside her in one go.
[Thwack, squelch-!]
"Aaaah-!"
Rose's gasping cries filled the room.
As her inner walls throbbed, tightly clenching his member,
Jack buried his face in Rose's chest and began to thrust his hips.
[Thud! Thwack! Squish!]
The sounds of flesh colliding and wet friction echoed across the bed.
"Haaang! Ah, aaah! Ja-Jack... too, too deep...!"
From Rose's lips, sweet cries that intensely stimulated the man's desire for conquest poured out ceaselessly.
However, her gaze, looking down at Jack as he buried his face in her chest and thrust his hips, was cold.
She lifted her head and stared blankly at the stained ceiling.
'There are cobwebs on the ceiling. I should tell Madam to clean it tomorrow.'
Even while letting out moans that drove the man wild,
not a trace of pleasure or emotion was present in her red eyes.
"Rose... Rose!!"
"Jack! I love it so much...! More... give me more...!"
The 'Women of the Rose' brothel in the Entertainment District of a frontier city on the western border of the kingdom.
Red-haired Rose was a prostitute here.
***
It goes without saying that Rose wasn't a prostitute from the beginning.
No, she wasn't even a 'woman' to begin with.
An ordinary young man in his 20s from South Korea.
He was, until he died after being hit by a truck in an unexpected traffic accident.
- Ah, fuck. Next time, I want to be reborn as an absolute beauty and live an easy life.
He didn't know why he had such a thought right before he died.
Perhaps it was because of the fantasy novel he was reading on his phone right before the accident.
Anyway, he was reincarnated like that.
As the beautiful woman from that fantasy novel.
...The problem was where he was born.
A fantasy world where knights emitted auras and mages cast fireballs.
But such grand settings had nothing to do with Rose.
Because she was born into a dirt-poor farming family in a backwoods village reeking of cow dung.
Still, Rose lived diligently.
In her previous life, she was already a 'dirt spoon' who worked three part-time jobs because she had no money, so what?
Working in the fields wouldn't kill her.
With memories of her past life, she stubbornly weeded the fields and tended to the livestock.
What was surprising was her appearance.
Her snow-white skin and flowing hair were unbelievable for a farmer's daughter.
As she aged, her breasts swelled as if to burst, and her hips grew firmer.
Amidst the drab scenery of the village, Rose alone seemed like a fairy from another dimension.
Her only pleasure was hiding in the barn every night to enjoy her own solace.
'Ah... I wonder if a passing Lord or a handsome knight might fall for my beauty and take me away?'
It wasn't that she dreamed of a heart-fluttering romance because a man's personality was at her core.
It was merely a vague hope that there might be an easier life than her current one.
"Hng... Hng..."
In the darkness, she would caress her own breasts and insert her fingers into the narrow gap between her legs, indulging in such sweet fantasies.
The year she turned twenty.
Instead of a prince on a white horse, the one who found her in the barn was The Woodcutter from the village, reeking of alcohol.
"Rose... what are you doing here..."
"Mister... I... just... *gasp*!"
There was no need for excuses. His rough, coarse lips sealed Rose's mouth.
A man's lips, felt for the first time. Another's rough touch. And penetration.
She didn't bother to resist. She wouldn't be able to overcome his strength anyway.
And perhaps.
The body of this beautiful woman, in which a man's personality was buried, was instinctively craving a male's lust.
"Haaah... haaah... haaah..."
Immediately after the rough and crude act ended.
When The Woodcutter ejaculated hot semen inside her, a translucent window appeared before Rose's eyes.
[Lust Level 1 Achieved!]
[Special Ability: You have acquired the skill 'Selective Infertility'.]
"...??"
Rose, lying with her legs spread, stared blankly at the sight.
A system notification window, seen for the first time in 20 years since her reincarnation.
And out of nowhere, levels, skills, and special abilities.
But what truly baffled her was its content.
'Not aura, not mana. A special ability called Selective Infertility? Are you kidding me?'
The ability was immediately proven.
When she willed the skill to activate, the sticky semen that had filled her uterus moments ago vanished without a trace.
'This is absurd...'
Aside from such absurdity.
From that day she turned twenty, something seemed to change, as if a seal had been broken.
Rose was no longer just a pretty country girl.
A voluptuous body that even shabby clothes couldn't hide.
The eyes of every man in the village who looked at her glistened with lust.
She now clearly understood what 'visual rape,' which she had only seen on the internet in her previous life, truly meant.
Sloppy speech, subtle touches, and eventually, encounters involving force.
Not only The Woodcutter who first took her, but also the young man living across the way, and even The Village Chief who walked with a cane.
Rose didn't bother to refuse.
Because it was much more comfortable to spread her legs and accept their desires in exchange for meat and silver coins, rather than weeding fields under the scorching sun.
Most importantly, Rose felt nothing from such encounters.
'Is this also some kind of special ability?'
Her body reacted to the men's touches.
Her nipples hardened, and lubrication flowed, making the space between her legs wet.
But Rose felt no pleasure whatsoever.
It was like receiving dental treatment under nerve anesthesia.
She only felt the physical sensations: someone touching her body, something penetrating her, and hot fluid being released inside her.
And her abilities continued to evolve.
[Lust Level 2 Achieved!]
[Special Ability: You have acquired the skill 'Selective Hair Removal'.]
Now, Rose no longer needed to worry about bothersome armpit hair or pubic hair.
Her intimate areas always remained smooth and soft.
[Lust Level 3 Achieved!]
[Special Ability: You have acquired the passive skill 'Elasticity Maintenance'.]
Now, she possessed firm breasts that remained erect no matter how many men roughly squeezed them, and a vagina that tightened perfectly like new, no matter how many men thrust into it.
'Well, maybe living like this isn't so bad?'
Rose thought indifferently as she looked at the silver coins piling up on the barn floor.
What is life, anyway? You just live it roughly and then you're gone.
But after a few months.
Just as she was getting used to such a depraved daily life, her complacent thoughts shattered.
"That seductive bitch stole my husband's soul!"
"That witch who'll dry up the village's seed! Drive her out now!"
A long tail is bound to be stepped on. The village women found out the truth.
That the men desired Rose first? Who would believe that?
Even as her hair was grabbed and stones were thrown at her, Rose didn't bother to make excuses.
The place Rose, who had left her hometown as if being driven out, arrived at after walking for several days.
That place was the grand 'Women of the Rose' brothel in the Entertainment District of a frontier city on the western border of the kingdom.
<Illustration - Rose is a prostitute>
