Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
Royal capital, early in the afternoon.
I am now in the noble district near the royal castle along with the guild master.
The guild master invited me to go out and play with him.
He didnât say it out loud, but it might have something to do with getting angry at me about the thing with Herbivore mechanic the other day.
I can feel him being considerate.
ãItâs truly a great mansion, isnât it?ã
I looked into the mansion from outside the gate and sighed.
It feels like a mansion of a great aristocrat.
No wonder, weâre around the noble district right now. I just went along with him and arrived here, but I wonder if he had some business around here.
ãThis place is a brothelã
Perhaps noticing my gaze, the guild master opened his mouth.
ãEh!?ã
I was surprised and looked around.
This place is definitely the noble district, not the red-light district.
ãThere are someâ¦.circumstances. And the nobles around here have been⦠expelled, just the other dayã
ãâ¦I seeã
The guild master explained that the mansion, property, everything, was confiscated and the servants were fired.
Unfortunately, their unpaid wages remained unpaid.
And it seems that many of the servants didnât have any money on their hands. It seems that they spent most of their money on remittances to their parentsâ house.
ãLet alone returning home, itâs not even enough to afford the meals for that dayã
When the butler and the head maid appealed to the country to help them from such an unfortunate condition, it seems they were told,
ãA month, you can use the mansion freely as you want. During that time, make the money needed for your needs by yourselfã
ãThatâs quite harshã
The guild master shrugged his shoulders.
ãI donât want to know nor do I care about what will happen to the servants of a crushed noble house. Thatâs what they were probably thinkingã
ãWouldnât it be better to run away with the valuables and sell it off later?ã
The guild master shook his head and then gazed at the entrance to the mansion.
At the end of that gaze, were two figures armed with spears.
ãThere are guards here. If they were discovered doing such an act, they wonât get away with their livesã
He looked back at me and continued.
ãHowever, they also have no way of doing trades. Probably only the manservants who can do such a thing on a daily basisã
After hearing that much, even I could guess what happened.
ãAnd thatâs why they temporarily opened a brothel with the maids that are having a hard time working outside, is it?ã
But something about that explanation doesnât sit well with me.
In this world, women of brothels is a popular occupation. In other words, the higher the quality, the higher the competition rate will be.
I wonder if a woman who has not undergone any training and just had their first debut will attract any customers.
ãThey will, if itâs only for a short timeã
The guild master gave his opinion.
ãJust think about it. Itâs a real maid who works in the mansion of a noble. And those maids right now are having financial troubles, so they opened a brothel for only a limited timeã
He looked at me, grinning.
ãHow is it? Sounds interesting, doesnât it? It has enough appeal to attracts dilettante customers, at leastã
Now that he said it, thatâs true.
âFor a limited time only! A real maidâs hospitality eventâ
The ring of it does have the power to pull the heart of commoners like me.
(As expected from the guild master of a merchant guild. Heâs good at this kind of thing)
Impressed by him, I shook my head up and down.
ãLetâs go right away!ã
The guild master laughed at my words that contained excitement.
After that, we passed through the gates, down the circular carriage driveway, and head for the entrance.
The goblin old man, I mean, the guild master led the way in high spirit.
While following his back, I decided to talk to him.
ãI didnât see anything like a signboard but, can they really pull in customers this way?ã
Iâve been looking around, but I couldnât find the signboard or anything like that.
ãThis kind of thing has something like a membership system. Those who in certain positions will be informed by the country about thisã
I was convinced when he told me so.
They have been given permission to use the confiscated mansion with everything in it to work and earn money for themselves. If they welcomed anyone, even those who had an unknown background as a customer, a case of theft might happen frequently.
They probably classified the customers to prevent that.
(So they wonât even open the door for us, huh)
We arrived at the entrance with a heavy-looking door, but the men on both sides of the door did not seem to move.
It seems that they were only assigned to guard and nothing else.
I put my strength to open the door and passed through it with the guild master.
Beyond the door was the entrance hall.
The marble floor was polished with black and white checks. The pillars and walls are opalescent marble, which softly reflects the sunlight coming in through the windows.
(This is a magnificent structure right here)
While leaking out a sigh of wonder, I looked up to the ceiling to the point my neck hurts.
Urged by the guild master, we then went deeper inside.
ãAh, the members of the merchant guild, correct? Welcomeã
A butler-like gentleman with gray hair straightened with oil bowed his head.
Rather than butler-like, this gentleman was probably a full-blown butler already.
At his signal, a figure of someone goes out from the back. She is a thin woman in her mid-fifties dressed in an elegant maid uniform.
She is also quite tall for a woman. Wearing a stern atmosphere, she has the air of a head maid.
(It canât be that sheâs the one whoâs going to accompany us, right?)
I involuntarily knitted my eyebrows and stared at the head maidâs laugh lines.
ãThere is no need to worry. Since Iâm not the one who will be accompanying the gentlemen hereã
She said in a business tone. Apparently itâs all written all over my face.
I ended up averting my gaze awkwardly.
The head maid who doesnât seem to mind about it started to explain.
ãPlease feel free to spend three hours at the end of this corridor however you like itã
She pointed at the back of the corridor with her palm.
There, I could see the light from the courtyard.
ãYou can do anything to anyone who wears a maid uniform. However, if theyâre with a customer, please speak with the customer first about itã
I nodded.
They seem to have some degree of freedom instead of limiting it to one-on-one play. It is the same as the End of the century brothel.
Seemingly to pay right away, the guild master took out some gold coins.
ãI certainly received the payment for two peopleã
I bowed my head to him because it seems he also paid for my part.
Guided by the head maid, we proceed down the corridor.
Beyond it was a courtyard, surrounded by square-shaped buildings.
ãWell then. Please enjoy your time hereã
As we listened to the head maid behind us, we stepped into the courtyard.
ãHeeâ¦. itâs quite peaceful, isnât it?ã
Several groups of customers were enjoying tea time at an open cafe with the maids.
The maids were blushing as they endured the customersâ teasing such as touching and flipping their skirts.
Some of the customers even went as far as burying their faces between the knee of the maids, trying to get the maids to service them, but itâs still pretty peaceful from the way I see it.
(Even though they use the same system, it has a different feeling from the End of the century brothel)
While that place is a violent one where the customers would attack anyone that caught their eyes.
This place is more of a peaceful one.
To dye the maidâs face in embarrassment by putting their hands and moving their fingers inside the skirt. They enjoyed seeing the maidâs reaction from below while grinning.
Itâs not about which place is better. Itâs more like which place suits your personal taste more.
(And if you want to do it, you bring them in a separate room, huh?)
From the back of the door facing the corridor, I can hear a squeaking sound and moans.
So you went there if you want to let some out.
First of all, to observe the situation, I decided to go around the courtyard along the corridor.
ãWhy are you always like this!?ã
ãIâm terribly sorryã
I heard such voices from the back of the corner.
I silently took a peek, and what I saw was a linen closet.
Inside, a young woman in a maid uniform was lying down in front of a man who seemed to be a customer. And there were several towels scattered around on the floor.
ãCome here! I will punish youã
A chubby man, who was a little younger than me, kneeled down and hit the maidâs butt from on top of her skirt.
A pashin sound and the squealing voice of the maid that doesnât contain any pained feeling echoed.
(A master punishing his clumsy maid⦠itâs that kind of setting, huh)
I decided to observe the situation a bit more while nodding softly.
The chubby youngster loosen his cheeks and swung his hand again. His nostrils were wide open and his eyes were smiling.
ãTake this!ã
ãPlease forgive me, master!ã
Thatâs quite a high sense of realism. I started wondering if the maid was actually being punished for real.
(Well, as long as theyâre having fun then everythingâs okay, I guess)
I looked at my hand. After imagining the feeling from that soft and thick hip when I hit it, I nodded.
After that, I wandered around some more while watching how the other customers were doing.
(All in all, everyone here were doing it very softly)
Thatâs my impression
There were no cases such as a scream that echoed throughout the courtyard.
It was so quiet that itâs hard to believe that this place is a brothel.
This was one fresh experience for me. Once again, I have broadened my knowledge.
(Now then, I guess itâs time for me to get into action)
I looked around, and spotted a maid that was doing some cleaning at the edge of the courtyard. Fortunately, she doesnât seem to be dealing with a customer currently.
When I came closer to her and took a look, sheâs a small breasted freckled girl with long bangs that covers her eyes and neat appearance.
(Letâs pick this girl)
Sheâs a type of woman that you wonât see very often in a brothel, thatâs why itâs very refreshing.
I went around behind her and put my right hand on her butt from top of her skirt
She was surprised, but she didnât resist.
I pointed my middle finger out and slid my hand up and down.
(Since this is a rare chance, letâs show the people here how good my technique is)
To make the freckled long bangs maid climaxed by only stroking her butt with one hand.
If I can do that, Iâll definitely become the center of attention.
I am also a human in the end. Sometimes, I want to feel good from bragging.
(Magic eyes, activate!)