Phi hesitated, his voice soft and unsure. "I know, but there are some things... things I'm too embarrassed to ask for, Brother."
Oga nodded, sensing Phi's discomfort. "Say no more, I understand. Just for you, I'll offer a 33% discount on a one-time experience with any of the elite ladies at the Pleasure House. This includes additional services.
Normally, their rate is 100,000 ducats, but with your discount, it should be manageable. Also, if you ever need bedroom advice, feel free to visit."
"Brother, this... will the madame not mind?"
"I'm free during the night hours; the madame has matters to attend to. So, this week, feel free!" Oga said.
Phi was at a loss for words, yet his joy was unmistakable. Maybe he could help me; from what I've heard, he's very skilled!
Meanwhile, Sadi's face darkened, a look of bitterness crossing his features. The news that delighted his cousin only added to his frustration. If Phi were to become skilled in pleasing women, it would only serve to undermine his position.
Oga continued, "If you don't mind discussing what's troubling you in the bedroom."
"Well, it's a bit awkward to talk about," Phi replied, glancing over at Sadi.
Sadi, feeling a lump form in his throat, realized Oga had discerned the issue. "We're all men here," Sadi quickly reassured them. "Anything said will stay in this room."
Shortly after, Oga said his goodbyes to both men. Having heard Phi's concerns, he wore a broad grin. He was determined to help his 'brother.'
A few seconds later Gayle returned.
Oga then enjoyed the snack provided by Gayle.
Half an hour later… Gayle got off her knees and wiped her lips while expressing her gratitude with full load.
"I have made up my mind for Laura's punishment. Have all the servants gather in the hall!!"
Gayle wasted no time….
The sensual blonde and brunette from House Thornbrick sat across from the remorseful Laura. Laura, with her jet-black hair, knelt in silence, her figure striking yet her temper fiery.
Oga's desk, cluttered with parchment and papers meticulously organized by Nylah, was a labyrinth of details. He had the task of reviewing the information of new staff members, including their wages, while trying to memorize their faces and names. For several minutes, he focused solely on this task.
Sage had requested a raise, and after some deliberation, Oga reluctantly agreed, increasing her salary from 120,000 to 180,000 ducats annually.
They had engaged in a lengthy discussion about the potential for their services to gain public attention once their land evolved into a commercial hub. Regarding the matter with Laura, Sage offered an apology and requested leniency.
"Nylah, what's our current financial situation? How much more do we need to establish the City of Commerce?" Oga asked.
Standing before Oga, Sage fidgeted, trying to maintain her composure, her excitement evident. The table before them was massive, echoing the grandeur of the other furniture in the Thornbrick house. Oga took a seat on the edge of the table as Sage continued her work, her enthusiasm bubbling over.
"How can I focus when she's distracting?" Nylah complained, irritated by the sounds of Sage's gagging.
"Admit it, Nylah, you're just jealous that I get to experience this heavenly nectar," Sage teased with a playful smirk.
"Jealous? Hardly," Nylah retorted with a sneer. "Struggling with just eight inches? Spare me, you're not even close to my level. When you can handle the whole thing without choking, then come find me!"
"Does this look like Nathan's limp dick?" Sage retorted as she swallowed another spoonful of baby batter.
Laura and Nylah both gulped heavily in response.
'It's monstrous!'
Their exchange was a familiar one, a playful banter that had brought them closer over time. While it was an exaggeration to say Nylah lacked ass, compared to women like Zamira, Berta, Dahlia, Sage, and Hilda, her figure was indeed less pronounced.
The household staff, both male and female, had their unofficial rankings, creating a sort of cult-like following around these women.
[1. Zamira and Dahlia (Tied), 2. Sage, 3. Berta, 4. Hilda, 5. Faye (The Head Chef), 6. Nylah, 7. Gayle.
As for why Priscilla and Yaya didn't make the list, they were known as the Diary Queen and had their depraved fandom.]
"Let's focus ladies. Nylah, what is the financial estimate?"
Nylah sighed, her irritation clear, "As for the projection—which includes the spa, shipyard, colosseum, academy, Magus Tower, and housing—the total should be around 7.1 billion ducats. However, with your assistance, we can reduce the cost significantly to 4.7 billion. The key is having both the material and the manpower. "
"This should cover the four-year project. I'll have Gregor escort you to Quien," Oga said.
"Quien?" Nylah asked, her confusion evident.
"Oh, right, you spent most of your life in Bervin! Quien is the border town a few days from here. The Gilded Horizon Trust is based there," Oga explained.
"Why would a bank choose a small border town?" Sage inquired, pausing in her actions.
"Well, ordinarily, they wouldn't. But Quien borders the Ordric Federation, so a significant number of people pass through, and currency needs to be exchanged," Oga clarified.
"Alright, then I'll leave tomorrow to get it done," Nylah said.
"Can I also come?" Sage inquired
"Who else is going to hold the bags?" Nylah jest
Laura was taken aback by the conversation. It wasn't just the shock of having her curiosity confirmed—rumors about their lordship's extraordinary endowments and his affairs—but the gravity of her situation weighed heavily on her.
From what she had heard, the woman she insulted held an exceptionally high status. Laura was fortunate to emerge with only a broken wisdom tooth.
Despite this, she was not entirely disheartened. The man for whom she had endured so much, Lord Nuu, had offered her solace only moments before.
Lord Nuu had reassured her that her head would not roll, though he had cautioned her to brace herself for punishment.
As Laura found herself once more in awe of the scandalous scene before her, she felt a strange mix of emotions—her body reacting involuntarily, betraying her inner turmoil.
"As for the ducats I gave you earlier, keep them to pay the staff's salaries. And whatever else you ladies need…."
Nylah stood in stunned silence, her mind reeling from the sheer wealth before her.
'How had Ogi acquired such fortune? And why did he seem so irresistibly handsome at this moment?' To Nylah, there was nothing more alluring than a rich daddy, especially one as generous as he.
"Ladies, we're not here for that; this is a professional setting," Oga stated firmly. His words, however, fell on deaf ears as Nylah nudge Sage, directing her attention to his asshole
"It's gotten even more outrageously big," Nylah remarked, focusing solely on his mouth-watering cock.
The business conversation abruptly halted, overtaken by the unexpected turn of events. The sounds of passionate claps filled the office, distracting passersby.
Some of these onlookers were treated to a memorable sight, as the office door was left slightly ajar.
Once their steamy session concluded….
Oga began to carefully administer mana onto their backs. However, unlike the other time, he imprinted the seven-star pentagram with precision, a technique Zamira taught him.
Oga used his essence and domain as conduits to channel the mana into their flesh.
Both women bore the breathtaking mark of the Seven Star upon their backs.
As the mana surged through their bodies, they experienced a sharp, searing pain—one that, though intense, was familiar. The process was long and arduous, lasting for two grueling hours.
When it was over….
Laura was summoned before the household servants to face her punishment. She was led, fully naked, through every sector of the estate, her presence drawing shocked, lust and silent stares from those she passed.
[The Walk of Shame]
"Assume the position!" a burly man commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.
A few voices of confusion murmured among the crowd….
Laura gripped the stool, trembling with fear, her fingers turning white with tension. The first of ten lashes struck her bare back, the pain slicing through her like a knife.
Her body jerked involuntarily as she fought to hold back the cries welling up inside her.
"Return to your position, or your head will be struck!" the man barked.
Struggling, Laura forced herself back to her feet, her legs shaking under the weight of her fear and pain. After the ten lashes, a paddle was brought down fifteen times onto her already reddened skin, each strike sending a wave of agony through her body.
"For the next month, this shall be your daily routine," Oga declared, his tone final, leaving no room for argument. "Take her away, men!"
The guards seized Laura and dragged her out, leaving the second-floor gathering hall in stunned silence.
A few familiar faces could be seen in the crowd, such as Brute, Faye, and Potter.
"The honor of a noble must never be stained," Oga continued, addressing the crowd that had gathered. "You are merely slaves of House Thornbrick.
If you are given a task, you do it to the best of your ability. If you find the request difficult to follow, report to Lady Nylah, and you will be released from your duties. Such behavior must never be repeated. I will not be so lenient next time. Do I make myself clear?"
"Understood, Milord! Never again!" The crowd's voices melded into a single, determined shout.
"You are all dismissed. Except for you three!" Oga's gaze fixed on Faye, Brute, and Potter.
Faye, a woman in her late thirties, stood beside Brute, the stern commander of the guards. Oga spent another half hour admonishing them, emphasizing that such a situation would not recur.
Though Laura was not part of their department, the reprimand served as a clear warning to all leaders of the household to keep their subordinates in line. They understood the implications.
"Return to your duties! Faye, you will attend to me tonight!" Oga's command lingered in the air as he departed the room.
Faye remained rooted to the spot, stunned. Yet she merely nodded. Regardless of their relationship, when her master required her presence, refusal was not an option.
Laura, her once-proud form now disgraced, had a collar placed around her neck. She crawled out of the main household, her body reddened and swollen, serving as a vivid reminder of the consequences of her actions.
Nylah and Sage exchanged uneasy glances before voicing their shared concern. "Did it have to be this way?" they asked, their voices tinged with worry. They knew that the month would strip Laura of her spirit, reducing her to a shadow of the woman she once was.
"A servant who dares to lay hands on a noble faces death," Oga declared, his tone stern and unyielding. "What I've done is an act of mercy. A few lashes won't kill her."
"But you could have stopped there... Did you also have to remove her from her job?" Sage protested, her voice rising with emotion.
"You're fortunate I don't hold you responsible for her actions," Oga retorted, his gaze piercing. "Her inability to separate work from personal obsession caused this situation.
It's unprofessional and unbecoming. If something like this happens again within your department, I will hold you fully accountable! Do I make myself clear?" Oga paused, waiting for Sage's response.
"Never again!" Sage replied meekly.
"Oga, I understand, but why must she kneel before that woman's gate? And with your decree, anyone on your land has the power to punish her with the paddle!" Nylah interjected, trying to ease the tension.
"Would you prefer I have her ravaged for seven days and night?" Oga's cold reply silenced Sage and Nylah, their arguments fading in the face of his harsh reasoning.
Yet, strangely, their attraction to him deepened. The commanding tone with which he spoke and the way he admonished them made their knees buckle.
"What will become of her?" Sage murmured.
"That depends on the person she offended," Oga replied with a hint of indifference.
"What's wrong with both of you?" Oga asked, genuinely perplexed.
"I still have much to prepare for tomorrow's trip," Nylah quickly replied, her voice shaky.
"Me too!" Sage added. Both women hurriedly left the hallway, leaving Oga behind, confused by their sudden departure.
'Was I too harsh?' he wondered aloud as he descended the double spiral staircase leading outside, where a pink-haired maiden with a voluptuous figure awaited him.
"You can take the night off. Tomorrow, we have much to do," Oga said.
"Understood, Milord. But what about the madame?" Gayle inquired.
"She's on an outing, so take the opportunity to relieve Yimir's stress, he should be out the mines at the moment!" Oga hinted at the departing Gayle as he made his way toward Yaya.
"Did I keep you waiting?" Oga asked.
"How could someone as lowly as I covet your precious time?" Yaya responded, her voice tinged with humility.
"You're still as formal as ever, even for a woman carrying my seed," Oga whispered, his words causing Yaya's body to tremble.
"How did you…? I only found out a day ago," she stammered. "And it may not be yours… I was with your brother that night."
Oga chuckled softly. "Heh, you're quite the amusing one. Though my brother and I share the same blood, I can sense my life force."
A flicker of fear darted across Yaya's eyes. "Does the Madame know? Am I to be punished?"
"Don't worry," Oga said reassuringly. "Raise the child well. But let's put that aside for now. We have more pressing matters. It's been too long!" His voice was a low whisper as he maneuvered her body, arching her back and spreading her legs.
"It's still light outside; others might see us!" Yaya pleaded.
"Will this be the first?" Oga replied, his hands lingering where they shouldn't.
Without further ado, outside the grand double doors of House Thornbrick, another scandalous scene unfolded. Yaya, once a figure of dreams, was treated with a disregard that belied her previous grace.
Oga mused to himself, 'It seems my appetite has gotten out of hand,' as he helped Yaya up from the ground.
Zamira was no longer around; she had departed.
"Let's go see Zmos—it's time we discuss your reward."
"I've done nothing!" Yaya protested.
"Not only are you modest, but you have suffered loss at the hands of that coward, yet you claim you need nothing. As I told you that night, I will grant you a bloodline to serve my household. I will not take no for an answer," Oga declared.
A guard hurried over with a washcloth, though his hardened expression spoke volumes.
"Seek the Pleasure House, lad!" Oga quipped.
"I beg forgiveness!" The guard quickly fell to his knees.
Oga paid him no mind and continued walking.
"What will happen to the child if I go through with this?" Yaya asked, her voice tinged with embarrassment. Not only had everyone witnessed her humiliation, but she was also expected to act as if nothing had happened.
"Zmos should have the answer, but I believe you will be fine, As long you can overcome this trail, a new world will open for you" Oga reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her butt. "Just this—leave everything else behind!" he instructed.
Yaya felt her clothes slipping from her hands as she was guided into her lordship's garments, causing those they passed to stumble and fall.
Among the onlookers, none were more envious than Hilda, who had been on her way to see Oga. Witnessing this scandalous display in broad daylight was both shocking and enraging.
"Dammit, Yaya!" Hilda could only turn away, heading in the direction of Lord Nuu
Yet, hidden in the shadows, a woman watched with an expression of pure ecstasy—someone Oga wouldn't expect to be present.
'I want him….No what am I saying…'
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Somewhere within the Royal Capital
Yanis sat across from a breathtaking woman.