Right now, I've been on my surveillance mission for about 15 days and I plan on returning today. I would like to spend more time with Lyca and the others but I have things to do.
Sadly, I can't even take one of the girls with me since the other heroes will probably see me as despicable and not to mention Hana and Anna's reactions.
So, I start packing up and I take one last stroll around Jinjin. I know I probably won't be back for maybe 2-3 months due to the future storming of the capital. After that, everything is freed up.
As I walk around the desolate streets filled with the occasional junkie lying on the streets, some of my girls notice me and hand over the silver they earned for the day; what good girls.
I let them keep 1 silver and hand over a roll for them, much to their delight. They all nod their heads and continue their work. Meanwhile, I catch Loren and 4 other girls busting down a door.
This has been happening too often.
Since most people in Jinjin are scavengers right now and they need to steal the silver instead of earn it, we made a loaning system where they can have a set amount of rolls and in due time, they pay off the loan with interest.
Simple, right? Not.
Some of the smarter people paid their loans in time and they are now our most trusted clients. However, the...dumber people, to put it lightly, believed they can get away with not paying.
To counteract these idiotic acts, we need to make an example of them and what better example than breaking down their door, trashing their house and hanging them up in the middle of the city?
Despite all of the warning and such, some people really can't afford to pay back the loan; not that I care. As long as I get my money, I'm happy. These people know that I'm just like them except with more money.
I have my own set of codes and just like them and if they are violated, I will retaliate.
I quickly finish the 20 minute stroll and call back Lyca and Loren to the estate where I set up a temporary table to have our last meal in a while. Hopefully, these girls take it easy.
""Master!""
"Hello. Come here"
They obediently sit down right in front of me and start chowing down. It isn't no yalno but the meat of a river yegta, a cousin of the yalno, is no slouch. A combination of savory and sweet fills my mouth.
"Master...is there something?" "Yeah. You don't usually do these things, master"
'Heh, seems like they can sense that something is up'
These girls are very observant of my actions, down to the molecules on my skin, they know when I'm sad, happy, mad or when something big is about to happen...well, with the sad part, it's when I need them to think I'm sad.
"I'm going to be leaving in a few hours. Most likely at around 4:00 to 5:00 p.m"
"Oh...ok!" " yeah!"
Seeing that the girls are taking it much better than I thought, I give them a light smile before finishing my food. I continue packing up my luggage and prepare all things that I might need.
As I start walking out of the estate, I see Loren and Lyca waving at me from the 2nd floor. Waving back, I start my journey back to the army camps. I wonder who is the current leader...
(Lyca POV)
I met him when I was poor. I was starving and I was scared. When my client brought back some rolls for himself and I to enjoy, I was scared; as usual.
I counted 3 times where a friend in the same line of business was knocked out using some mana crystals mixed with fairy wings or some succubus blood mixed in with mana crystals that serve as a very, very powerful aphrodisiac.
Him, seeing my apprehensive attitude, smoked it first to show that it's safe. Thinking back on it now, it was stupid. What if it only affects women? What if it was an aphrodisiac that he wanted to experience himself as well?
Many questions I wouldn't know at the time. But taking that first puff...I couldn't help myself.
I just took another, and another and another until I had to sleep with my client. I never liked my job but the rolls made it sooooo much easier for me to tolerate it.
The pain in my crotch of being used, the pain in my heart of cheating on my husband and the pain in my vocal chords whenever I needed to fake a moan.
It all disappeared with the next puff. So, for the rest of that night, I was chasing the high. The escape from my world of depravation and desperation was exhilarating.
After the client came on me, I asked him where I'd buy some of those rolls. He told me it was from a guy named Michael who was very handsome and looked wealthy. He sounds like a dreamboat.
The next morning, as usual, the client was already gone and he left the pay of 5 copper with 2 as a tip. I tried getting up but it hit me.
My brain was racking my body. My head was thumping, my legs were wobbly and weak, my throat dry and my eyes all teary. For some reason, I knew that to rid myself of this, I need more rolls from this Michael guy.
Luckily, along with the copper, the client left a note on where Michael was selling I decided to go there.
On my way there, I bumped into an extremely handsome young man with expensive clothing...this is him. This is the man who can rid me of my troubles.
I started clinging onto him like a street whore and I was begging for rolls. Once he cited the price, I gave him all 7 copper I got from that night. I was afraid.
Right now, I really feel like dying if I don't get another puff. He looks at me with a sharp gaze before softening his face into a gentle smile.
Reaching into his silky coat, he brings out a smaller version of the roll I smoked last night. I eagerly light it up with a fyr crystal he gave me and he suddenly offers a proposal for me.
In exchange for free rolls, I'd have to come with him to get branded. Honestly, what do I have to lose?
My husband? I'd rather be the equipment of a wealthy man than that philanderer.
My dignity? I lost that 6 years ago when I decided to become a whore.
My freedom? There is no freedom without money.
It was a very good deal that I took. Yes, he could be a pervert who will keep me locked up, maybe cut me from time to time but I had no time to think. I just needed more rolls.
I quickly realized after getting branded that this man is much better than I thought. He gave me a company to run and fed me lavishly. He regularly tended to my sexual needs ive developed over the years of being a whore and most importantly, my addiction was satiated.
After a while however, he was able to treat my moss addiction, which made me fall even deeper into my addiction with Michael. I can't think of a man who can cause the problems then fix them and make me love them except Michael.
He was loving and strict, caring yet aloof. After some time, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into the hole named Michael. I wasn't just addicted to moss now.
I believe after some time, I fell in love with him. Despite the treatment, the occasional rough play and slapping and choking, I didn't mind. I eventually looked forward to those nights.
When he left me in a cave with my women and his mana tanks, I knew I had a job to do: make sure they are all safe and when he finds them, they better be more fit and beautiful for service.
I, being the perfect servant, did everything I though the wanted. I built up my women from skinny to a bit meaty with firm stomachs, I cut the limbs of the mana tanks and I turned myself into a better CEO.
My position was set in stone just by the 10th day and they all treated me like a queen from day 15.
So, one could imagine my feelings when he brought another me...an exact replica but blonde, hotter and stupid. She was really stupid yet he took her in for some reason.
Yes, I still respected his decision but it was alarming. Am I doing something wrong? Did I not please him? Why are you replacing me? There is no replacement for me! I'm yours! One of a kind.
He quickly assured me of my position in his hierarchy with his penis. Very lovable.
After staying with him for a few days, I realized that he was under a lot of stress. I'm not qualified to
ask about his problems but I can de-stress him on my own volition; much to his delight.
The headpats getting more numerous and the praises getting better and better.
Again, I never want to leave his side again. I need to service and serve him for the rest of my demonic life, no matter what.
And yet...despite being the perfect servant, I can't even think about him leaving again. I know I'm supposed to not show my disapproval with his decisions especially when they are for his benefit but I can't help but feel an emptiness in my heart.
So, after he invited me and Loren to eat some yegta meat, I was devastated. I was sad he was leaving and depressed that I couldn't show how sad I was to him. I knew it would be a burden to him.
Right after leaving the estate he bought, I look out of my window and wave him bye for another time.
Collapsing onto the ground, I can't help but cry. Whenever I'm with him, I feel like a little girl being pampered. Even when he scolds me, I can't help but love it as long as it come from him.
'Why wont I stop crying! Jeez!'
I've never cried so hard. Even when I first started my whoring career, I never broke down like this.
Please come back...
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(A.N) yo! Another chapter for you readers! I hope you enjoyed this special Lyca's POV and I hope you have or had a good day! Peace ✌️!