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"Wow, look at that huge fountain!"
A girl with her red hair in a side ponytail expressed her admiration for the pillar of water that seemed to rise toward heaven.
She was around 15 and her entire body was brimming with energy.
The fountain alone was not enough to satisfy the incredibly lively-looking girl, so she started looking restlessly around while raising shrill cries at everything she saw.
"Those are azalea flowers. And those are bougainvillea. Oh, those are oleander!"
"Torié, please stop making a scene. The guards are laughing."
Another girl of the same age clearly wanted to pretend she did not know the first girl, but she finally ran out of patience and scolded her.
She had long, pale blonde hair with a gray hairband at her forehead hairline to keep the bangs out of her eyes.
She had an abacus stored at her stomach as if to show it off and a seemingly fussy personality oozed from her.
"C'mon, Lena. It's your first time in the castle too. Aren't you impressed by this amazing garden!?"
They both wore matching uniforms. It was the uniform of the Legins Company, one of the continent's top merchant companies.
The Legins Company was known for its service to the Domos Kingdom. They sold everything from the princess's underwear to the latest in military weaponry.
This was the Domos Kingdom's secondary capital of Curling.
The fortress city was not actually the capital, but it might as well have been.
It was a strategic point that linked the Domos Kingdom proper with the central plain and it easily outdid the Domos capital of Fenrir in both population and economic activity.
It of course had a high level of culture and arts, the castle town was gorgeous, and the castle itself was even more splendid. Without exaggeration, it was filled with the greatest prosperity on the continent.
Queen Ansandra lived there, so even if the capital had not been officially relocated there, the city effectively was the capital.
That was why it was known as Domos's secondary capital.
"You hick…"
Torié did not miss Lena's whispered comment.
"Ah, you just called me a hick, didn't you? You think you're so great just because you grew up in Curling. Ahh, I hate how city folk always think they're better than everyone!"
"You're part of the Legins Company, so you can't stay a mountain girl forever. I'm telling you to show some elegance!"
The energetic girl and fussy girl had opposite personalities, but as girls of the same age, they could talk quite easily.
But as they shouted at each other, lightning struck.
"Torié, Lena, both of you be quiet! You were placed in the young master's caravan, so you will have plenty of opportunities to visit the castle!"
The girls were scolded by a woman in her mid-twenties.
She wore a green blouse and miniskirt and a bright orange scarf was wrapped around her neck.
She had short cream-colored hair and light brown eyes. The old-fashioned gold-rimmed monocle on her right eye gave her an intellectual and fashionable look. She had the dashing appearance of a true city woman.
She looked slender at first glance, but the casually-opened collar of her blouse revealed the deep cleavage of her breasts. Her stomach was tight and her thighs were noticeably plump even through the miniskirt. And yet the legs inside her stockings were long and slender and her ankles were skinny.
The refined woman's name was Eulica.
True to her appearance, she was a talented woman who had been placed as the secondary manager of the Legins Company's main shop despite her young age.
Torié quickly covered her mouth with both hands and Lena gave a displeased look that said "Why me too?", but they were both silenced all the same.
Neither one could disobey that woman. Not only was she their boss, but as newcomers to the company, they looked up to her.
After silencing the immature young girls, Eulica looked behind her.
"Master Orfeo, I apologize for the commotion."
A slender boy with black hair and black eyes stood there.
His clothing was all top-notch and he perfectly wore the latest fashions without difficulty. He gave off the scent of the wealthy class, but he was not a noble.
"Well, Domos isn't that formal a place, so a bit of noise shouldn't be a problem."
The gentle smile on his face suggested he would be a sweetly handsome man in the future.
He was a rare type of boy in the Domos Kingdom which was known for its fierce militarism.
That boy with the somewhat unworldly atmosphere was the heir to the Legins Company they worked for.
And Eulica, Torié, and Lena were merchants ordered to assist the young master.
"Young master, your hair is messed up."
Eulica pulled a tortoiseshell comb from her cleavage and fixed the boy's hair.
"Thank you."
He looked a little overwhelmed.
Eulica was something like his teacher and supervisor.
Torié and Lena admired and looked up to their boss, but they also feared her. Orfeo was no exception there.
She treated him with the respect afforded him as the company's next leader, but she was so skilled that he secretly feared her.
"Now, let us go."
Orfeo walked through the beautiful castle full of blossoming flowers and Eulica, Torié, and Lena followed.
The group walked below the bright sunlight and passed through a towering white gate to enter the detached palace. As soon as they did, a lovely voice reached them.
"Orfeo, I was waiting for you."
The courtyard contained a well-maintained yard with rows of trees. A small stone-paved path led down the center and the boy looked up in surprise as he started in that direction.
A girl in a light pink dress ran down the palace wall's spiral staircase with the agility of a sparrow.
Her waist-length glittering blonde hair fluttered behind her, so she seemed to have a beam of light trailing after her.
"Princess Alesteria!"
When the boy realized who it was, he quickly kneeled and his followers did the same.
Her face did not jump out at you, but her orderly face lacked any unnecessary features. She had a crimson flower decoration on her head and wore a gorgeous dress.
She was slim and tall for a girl, which gave her a certain charm. She was a little skinny, but her chest and hips were plump in the way a girl's body should be and her waist was slender. Despite the youthful face of her young age, her body was noticeably well-developed even over her clothes.
She had a perfectly molded beauty that anyone would readily call unmatched.
And yet she lacked the coldness that often came with such perfect beauty. The shining young girl was reminiscent of a gentle spring dawn.
At about 16, she was in the prime of her beauty. She was like a sweetly-scented flower bud. She had the fairy-like beauty only seen in the process of growing from a girl to a woman. She was guaranteed to grow into a woman of unmatched beauty, so she truly was a princess straight out of a picture book.
Torié and Lena's mouths hung open as this was their first time seeing her up close.
Orfeo was used to it, yet even he felt his heartrate rise whenever he saw her beauty. Eulica was the only exception. At the very least, she remained calm on the surface.
As Orfeo approached the lovely princess, a dark object dropped down from the sky in front of him.
"Wah."
He let out a cry of surprise and came to a stop.
Crouching before him was a female knight with her bluish black hair neatly combed back to expose her forehead. She wore the black uniform of the lovely royal guards, so she was likely one of the princess's bodyguards.
She could not let the princess go ahead of her, so she had jumped down instead of using the spiral staircase.
"C'mon, Orfeo is my childhood friend. There's no reason to be so cautious."
"My apologies…"
Alesteria looked displeased, so the royal knight succinctly apologized and stepped back.
Despite what she said, she seemed intent on remaining cautious. She kneeled down and remained ready to draw her sword at any time.
She would not let someone stand before her defenseless master. Not even a friend she knew well was an exception.
That blatant caution acted as a deterrent by letting people know an assassination would be impossible.
The woman seemed a little too zealous about her job, but since there were a lot of people who wanted to see that girl dead, it may have only been natural.
Orfeo was shocked, but once he came back to his senses, he took the lovely princess's proffered hand and lightly kissed the back within sword range of her bodyguard knight.
"I am honored you would come out to greet me. How are you doing today, Your Highness?"
Yes, this innocent-looking young girl was 1st Princess Alesteria, eldest daughter of Domos's infamous King Lorent and Queen Ansandra.
Even if no one had anything against her directly, people with a grudge against her father or her kingdom were as numerous as the stars. There was a decent possibility someone would target her life over that.
The Domos Kingdom had risen from the northernmost reaches of the continent and in less than twenty years had grown to one of the greatest kingdoms on the entire continent. It had used any means necessary to make vicious invasions, so it was detested by the nearby kingdoms.
In this world, the humane principles of not blaming a child for her parent's crimes did not apply.
"Tea has been prepared over there."
Alesteria began walking, so Orfeo and the others obediently followed.
She was a princess and he was a visiting merchant. There was a yawning gap in social status between them, but the kind princess received him like a close friend.
The two of them were nearly childhood friends because Orfeo's mother Lucy had been an aide to Alesteria's mother Ansandra and because they were nearly the same age.
In one corner of the beautiful garden, a white table was set up below a roof of wisteria flowers. It gave a view down into the castle town.
Alesteria and Orfeo sat across from each other and the others stood around them in waiting.
"Would you like a snack to go with your tea?"
On Alesteria's hesitant and bashful suggestion, a maid held out a basket that looked like a treasure chest.
"I am a little worried whether you will like them or not, but I made these."
That revelation filled the boy with a little fear.
Alesteria was the perfect princess, but that also meant she was the type to have never lifted anything heavier than a fork and knife.
There was no way she knew how to cook, but high-class girls like her were the ones who wanted to try all sorts of difficult recipes.
But no matter how bizarre the food, a mere merchant could not reject a snack provided by a princess.
So when he saw what was in the box, he was quite relieved.
They were entirely normal cookies. They were perfectly plain and boring.
"Those look good. Who taught you how to cook?"
"I used to have an older sister."
Orfeo blinked at the unexpected response.
"An…older sister?"
Alesteria was the eldest daughter. At the very least, that was the official story. But Lorent was known to be quite the philanderer, so did she have a half-sister?
Alesteria must have seen the question on his face because she quickly waved her hands back and forth.
"When I say sister, I don't mean she was related by blood."
"I see."
"She was like a sister to me and she taught me how to cook sweets like this."
She kept using the past tense.
She went on to explain that the "sister" had been a princess sent as a hostage by Melishant who feared Domos's military might.
They had figured not even the villainous Domos Kingdom would treat a dependent kingdom's princess poorly. She had been given a fair amount of freedom while living in Curling Castle.
During that time, she had gotten to know Alesteria who had been around 10 at the time.
Even as a hostage, she had still been a princess, so Alesteria must have felt a connection to her. She was very fond of her.
"I am the eldest daughter, so I always wanted an older sister. She could be a little mean sometimes, but she was a kind sister who could do anything."
The children of influential nobles served Alesteria like maids and knights, so no matter how sociably she acted while trying to make friends with them, it was still rooted in a solemn master-servant relationship.
This other girl had been like an older sister, which made her much closer to an equal. That seemed to be why Alesteria had had her teach her a great many things. And how to bake cookies was one of those things.
"Where is that person now?"
Alesteria sadly shook her head.
"I don't know. There was a bit of a diplomatic misunderstanding and my father attacked and destroyed her home kingdom of Melishant…"
She had been missing ever since.
There was no official record of her execution and Alesteria said she thought that "sister" was still alive somewhere, but that was really just wishful thinking.
"Hopefully you can meet that sister again sometime."
"Yes."
Orfeo grabbed one of the cookies while watching Alesteria's sorrowful but beautiful smile.
They looked normal enough, but since they were a princess's handmade cookies, they were not at all normal.
He carried it to his mouth while his merchant upbringing made him wonder if he could sell them in the public marketplace for more than their weight in gold.
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It only took him two bites to crunch through an honor too great for a mere merchant like him. He judged it to be salty.
She had clearly gotten the amount of sugar and salt mixed up.
He would normally have spit it out immediately, but he could not do that with a princess's handmade cookie. Especially when their maker was watching with a full-face smile. He summoned all of his self-control to chew and swallow the extremely salty cookie with a straight face.
"I'm sure ones made by a baker would be better, but I heard gentlemen like to receive sweets as a gift…"
The princess looked at him with a mixture of hope and uncertainty and he responded with a question.
"Did you try one yourself?"
"No."
You should really do that. To know how they taste. He just barely managed to hold his tongue on that comment.
"Everyone around me told me not to. They said snacking on cookies is bad for my health. And they taught me that eating my own cooking is unladylike."
The princess tilted her head as if to say she did not really get it herself.
Orfeo glanced over at the maids and they gave him an apologetic look while offering him some strong tea.
"…"
He realized that all the maids had watched the princess make the cookies and noticed her mistake. But their princess had been so focused on baking that they had been unable to point it out.
There was no such thing as a perfect human. Even an irreproachable princess had room to improve when it came to baking.
Orfeo wondered if this made him the very first guy to eat Princess Alesteria's cooking. That was an unexpected joy. Even if it had been salty…
"Um, can I have one?"
It was Torié, the country girl with a side ponytail, who did not even hesitate to ask that. Lena stomped on her foot.
"Know your place."
"A princess's handmade cookies are right in front of me. Of course I want to try one so I can brag about it later."
The two young girls began arguing like usual despite being in front of a princess, so Eulica slapped the backs of their heads and bowed.
"I must apologize for these girls' lack of education."
They could have easily been kicked out for that, but Alesteria was cheerful and forgiving.
"They are only normal cookies. Everyone is free to try one."
When Alesteria smiled and pushed forward the basket of cookies, Torié celebrated.
"Really? Then I'll have one. See, it's worth asking."
The country girl with a side ponytail immediately tossed one in her mouth. Lena continued to complain, but she must have been interested too because she grabbed a cookie. Even Eulica took one.
The three tasted the cookies a bite at a time.
All three of them fell silent with an indescribable look on their faces and they wordlessly drank down the strong tea the royal maids offered them.
With the afternoon tea complete, it was time to begin business discussions.
Alesteria was quite fond of the Legins Company. She even bought her underwear from them.
"Do you have any recommendations today?" she asked.
Eulica's monocle flashed in response and she quickly read off a report from the document she held in one hand.
The princess's eyes sparkled at the various jewels, precious metals, and clothing.
Girls liked to shop and a princess was no exception.
Each time Eulica, Torié, and Lena produced a piece of clothing or accessory, the maids held it up to the princess like she was a dress-up doll.
"This would look perfect on you, princess."
Eulica rarely smiled and always maintained a composed expression, so could she really serve a customer? …She could.
She had been chosen as secondary manager despite her youth, so she could produce any number of smiles for a customer.
It was an archaic smile. The beautiful smile seemed to have been meticulously calculated out.
Orfeo was impressed by the transformation from her usual self.
Torié also had a surprising talent for serving a customer.
The cheerful and energetic girl was not at all shy as she flattered the princess with no hint of sarcasm.
Lena almost seemed like a mini-Eulica at times, but she had difficulty with serving customers. She could not form a business smile like her respected superior could, so her expression was stiff.
She must have been nervous when dealing with a princess.
When Alesteria found something she liked, she would put on the dress or accessory and show it to Orfeo. He would respond with heartfelt compliments.
This afternoon event must have been the princess's form of entertainment, but the fun had to end eventually.
When Orfeo's group left the castle, Alesteria watched them go with a pouting look.
"When will you be back next?"
"I won't be visiting you for quite a while."
"Eh!?"
Alesteria's expression changed to one of shock and confusion, so Orfeo explained his reason.
"I am going to be placed in charge of the company soon, so I will be going off to train."
"I see…"
Alesteria understood and she sadly looked like she wanted to say something, but she must have decided to see him off with a smile even if she had to force it. She gave a somewhat awkward smile.
Orfeo appreciated her concern. He too felt sad thinking he would not see her innocent face for a while.
"You're smart, Orfeo, so I know there's nothing to worry about. But make sure to take care of your health."
"Thank you very much for your concern."
She moved oddly close to him.
He would barely have to move to embrace her and kiss her at this proximity, so he panicked a bit and found something nice to say.
"Perhaps I will run across your older sister on my journey."
"Yes. If you do, please give her my greetings. And tell her she can always rely on me if she is in any kind of trouble."
His bright possibility placed a true smile on the princess's lips.
Orfeo felt the urge to do something terribly inappropriate, so he drew out every ounce of reason he possessed and chose to escape the situation.
"I will be going then."
"Orfeo…"
He tried to move away, but Alesteria moved even closer so their chests were about to touch. Her damp blue eyes and glistening pink lips were so very bright.
"Do you need something…?"
Orfeo was shaken and Alesteria looked like she wanted to say something, but then she breathed a sigh of resignation.
"…I look forward to a souvenir."
Orfeo could tell the princess had wanted to say something that contained countless emotions, but he did not pick up on what it was she had wanted to say.
He heard Torié and Lena whispering behind him.
"Hey, hey. Is the young master just really dense?"
"The densest."
They seemed to agree for once.
He heard Eulica clear her throat, but the nuance oddly seemed to criticize him more than her subordinates.
He had no idea what they were trying to say, so he tilted his head in his heart before finding an unexpected person waiting for him outside the castle.
"Over here, Orfeo. Over here."
It was a man of about 40.
He was not all that tall for a man, but he stood out due to his black hair, black eyes, and black beard.
He had the presence of a seasoned warrior and, while he was not exactly handsome, he had an intensity you would never forget after meeting him once.
"Dad!"
Orfeo and the rest of his group straightened their posture.
This was Legins, master of the Legins Company.
He had originally been a Clanarian merchant, but he had been quick to cooperate with Domos when that kingdom destroyed his own.
And just like the early bird getting the worm, he managed to amass a great fortune.
Some might praise his incredible foresight, but he had apparently done some rather crooked things behind the scenes.
He had a poor reputation and people called him the Merchant of Death behind his back, but he did so much business that it was said he controlled a few percentage points of the wealth not just of Domos but of the continent as a whole.
"Hi, I had business in the royal palace as well. So is the princess in a good mood?"
"A very good one, it seems."
The father nodded in satisfaction at his son's words.
"That is good to hear. To be honest, I was speaking with the others in the company and we decided it would be nice to have a party before you leave on your trip. We've rented out a brothel."
"You don't have to do that."
"It's nothing. My pocket money was enough to cover it. And from now on, enjoying yourself is part of your job."
Legins slapped his son on the shoulder and began proudly discussing his education.
"You look more like your mother, but you're more like me on the inside. You're a merchant."
Orfeo agreed with him there.
His mother Lucy had been the daughter of the former Clanaria Kingdom's General Albare and she was a hero who had fought valiantly against the invading Domos army. It was said she had ultimately been taken prisoner and that King Lorent had laid his hands on her. He must have gotten tired of her because he later provided her to the great merchant Legins.
She had given birth only to Orfeo as if that was her duty as a wife, but she had refused to do anything as a mother and had spent all of her time working as Queen Ansandra's closest aide.
The dramatic story of her life was becoming something of a legend, but she was a baffling mother for her son.
Still, Orfeo had been influenced by her all the same.
He never would have become so close to 1st Princess Alesteria if not for his mother's presence.
Also, Legins had many concubines and many children by them, so Orfeo was only the heir due to his mother.
"Now, let's go. Beautiful women await us."
Legins had rented out the classiest brothel in Curling's castle town. He was greedy but not stingy. When he felt the need, he would spare no expense.
Eulica, Torié, and Lena were not the exception. Ever member of Orfeo's team – down to the horse handlers – were women.
That was partially because hiring men was more expensive, but women were also more patient and thus better suited for making business deals.
After some light drinking, Legins received word that the entertainers were about to begin their show. He stood up without even touching the prepared food.
"Now, it's about time I left. Because I doubt you can cut loose with me around. So enjoy yourself today. Eat plenty of delicious food, build up your energy…and take care of my son."
"Will do~~~!"
After the girls cheerfully replied, Legins gave the entertainers plenty of money and made an early exit.
He may have been on his way to one of his many mistresses' homes or he may have had some work to do.
Either way, he was a busy man.
As he left, entertainers dressed in the bright and highly revealing clothes of dancers entered.
There were a few dozen of them. They stretched out their lithe arms, raised their legs, and performed a gorgeous and fantastical group dance.
The women's sensual dance enthralled both Orfeo and the girls with him.
Suddenly, the entertainers gathered in the center.
"Please welcome the beautiful Princess Silvia~~~"
One of the dancers called out and all of them moved apart like an opening flower.
A beautiful woman wearing sheer, light-purple silk emerged in the center.
She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. She had white skin, moonlight hair, a slender elegance, and the beauty of a moon goddess.
The chest of her outfit was wide open, so her ample breasts looked on the verge of spilling out. Her skirt had a bold slit on the front, revealing her white thighs to the base. It was an unbelievably provocative outfit.
"Wow, she's so pretty…"
Torié voiced her honest impression and Lena's eyes widened.
All of the entertainers were beautiful, but this new woman's beauty was on another level.
Orfeo was used to seeing Alesteria and plenty of other beautiful women and girls, but even he was dumbfounded by her appearance.
No matter how beautiful the princess was, she was still only a girl. She was not yet "sexy". This woman, on the other hand, had the allure of a mature woman.
While everyone else was impressed, Eulica only glanced over at the woman once before turning away. She may have had no interest in other women.
If she dressed up, Eulica would have been more beautiful than most of the entertainers here, but she prioritized the functional beauty of a working woman and did not dress up to attract men. She was proud of the fact that she had reached her current position with her internal ability and not her outward appearance. To her, entertainers may have been targets of scorn no matter how beautiful they might be.
Orfeo had no intention of judging women by their appearance, but he was still a teenage boy. He could not maintain as strong a heart as Eulica and was charmed by the overwhelming beauty.
(Wow… Her big boobs are jiggling so much.)
The woman's waist was thin, but her butt was plenty large and formed a heart shape.
That sensual body was performing a seductive dance. No man would not be enthralled. In fact, even the other women and girls were charmed by her beauty.
Her dance was sensual, but it was not vulgar. It was a beautiful performance worthy of calling art.
"Please, drink."
At some point, entertainers had arrived on either side of Orfeo to serve him.
"No, I'm still…too young for that…"
"Visiting a brothel and not drinking anything would just be rude."
One entertainer leaned forward to encourage him to take the drink she held.
The chest of her dress was cut so he could almost but not quite see her nipples. When it looked like you could see them if you peered down from above, a man's instincts would lead him to do just that.
(This must be a really fancy brothel. All the girls are so pretty and their boobs are so big…)
Their giant breasts looked so soft yet resilient that he could almost hear the bouncing sound effects. They were like ripe fruits.
"Hee hee♪"
They laughed in a meaningful way.
(They noticed. …They noticed me looking at their chests.)
When he realized they had seen through to his perverted intentions, he panicked so much the girls could tell.
"Now, drink."
"Th-thank you."
Whether he looked right, left, or ahead, he saw cleavage. It was more than enough to erase all reason from the teenage boy's mind. He drank from the cup he was offered.
Drunk on alcohol and women, his face grew red. Torié noticed and teased him.
"Young master, Princess Alesteria will be mad if you leer too much."
"Princess Alesteria?" asked a wide-eyed entertainer. "The Princess Alesteria?"
Torié explained proudly.
"Yes, our young master is the Princess Alesteria's favorite."
"I would expect no less from the young master of the Legins Company. Is he a candidate for her future husband?"
The entertainers seemed really excited for some reason, but Orfeo frantically denied it.
"Of course not. I've just known her since childhood because of my mother."
He could not deny that he was fond of Alesteria. In fact, being so close to that princess without being fond of her simply was not possible. Even if she was godawful at baking, that was not enough to be a fly in the ointment.
But he had never thought of that relationship having any kind of future.
"I'm not stronghearted enough to have King Lorent as a father-in-law or Queen Ansandra as a mother-in-law."
None of them seemed to know what to say to Orfeo's response.
Everyone knew how frightening Alesteria's parents were.
Domos King Lorent waged war for no reason like some kind of demon. His wife, Queen Ansandra, was an extremely wicked woman who had destroyed her home and offered it to her husband. She was derided as a bloody and evil woman.
They really were a match made in heaven. Or in this case, made in hell.
It was incredible that such an angelic daughter had been born to such strong-willed parents. It could even be called a miracle.
Of course, Orfeo had been born a Domos citizen, so he did not dislike the Domos royal family.
He believed King Lorent was a great hero and he trusted Queen Ansandra as a skilled politician.
But he had never met them in person, nor did he want to.
To be blunt, they scared him.
He preferred respecting them from afar.
He was no more than a merchant.
Alesteria would likely have a political marriage as royals should. It could be a diplomatic thing or a reward to the son or younger brother of a powerful retainer, but either way, there was no room for Orfeo there.
(I want to suck on those coral pink lips and embrace that body with more flesh than you would expect for such a pure face. I want to make her mine and mine alone…)
That desire was inside him. If he had wanted to, he was certain he could have embraced or kissed her today.
(Alesteria is just so defenseless.)
Many people were drawn to the princess's pure adorableness and kindness and Orfeo was just one of those many.
While trapped by the thoughts of a teenage boy, the beautiful entertainers continued offering him drinks. He was not used to drinking alcohol, so he soon found his eyelids growing heavy.
Before long, his mind went dark.
"Are you awake?"
Orfeo opened his eyes to find only dim light.
He asked a question of the pleasant female voice he heard.
"Where am I…?"
"You drank a little too much."
After realizing he had passed out from drinking, he gulped down the glass of water he was offered.
"…Where are the others?"
"They have already left."
Watching unbelievably beautiful women dance and enjoying delicious food would have made a satisfying night for the company members.
It was apparently late at night.
"I see. Then I need to get back too."
He started to get up, but his shoulders were held down.
The warm sensation on his head and the sweet cosmetics scent told him he was lying on a bed and using a lap as a pillow.
"It is rude for a man to visit a brothel and leave after only drinking."
"…"
Only then did Orfeo look to the person speaking to him.
She had plenty of silver hair and well-defined facial features. Her skin was as white as milk, she had long eyelashes, and her eyes were violet. Her lipstick-covered lips looked soft.
In the pale white light, she looked like beauty itself.
She had been the star of that group dance. Her name had been given as Silvia. Seeing her close up showed just how pretty she was. Intelligence and refinement seeped through the charm, giving her the grace of a royal or noble.
"Please spend the night with me."
"B-but, um…"
Pierced by her sex appeal, Orfeo tensed up.
"Or do you not like defiled women like me?"
"…Y-you're not defiled…"
He shook his head like a marionette.
Entertainers and prostitutes were not the same thing. Entertainers were paid for their performances while prostitutes were paid for sex.
Of course, entertainers would also spend the night with you if you paid them enough, so the distinction was often ignored.
But social status still came into play.
The top entertainer at the finest brothel would not spend the night with just anyone as long as they paid.
The powerful would spend money on a beautiful woman to make her even more beautiful. Viewing that beauty was the refined way to enjoy oneself. It was entertainment for the wealthy.
The powerful would not spend money on a woman who would do it with just anyone.
This entertainer named Silvia was definitely the kind of woman who consumed untold amounts of money from the powerful.
And after consuming all that money, she gave off a unique aura.
But Orfeo had already seen plenty of beautiful women. Alesteria was a peerlessly beautiful girl and Eulica was quite beautiful too.
But this woman was more than just beautiful. She dripped with sexual allure, so the virgin boy's body tensed up.
"Or were you planning to bring shame upon me?"
"I would never do that…"
The beautiful woman's resentful look caused Orfeo to panic.
"Going this far without giving me your love would be the greatest humiliation for a woman. Tomorrow, I would be the laughingstock of the city. Even the cheap whores standing on the street corner would turn pitying smiles my way."
The boy was at a loss when the beautiful woman dramatically hid her face.
"Entertainers have their own pride. If you would rub dirt in my face like this, I would rather you took a knife to my face."
Her unbelievably beautiful face was right in front of him. Their noses were on the verge of touching and her sensual lips covered in bright red lipstick released a sweet breath.
"I-I won't tell anyone."
"That is not good enough. Even if no one else knows, I will. I will know I am a worthless woman who could not even take your virginity. And that knowledge will dull my shine as a woman."
Her reasoning was nonsense, but Orfeo took her word for it.
"That leaves two options: pierce me with your sword of flesh, or carve my face until no one will give me a second glance. The choice is yours."
"I-I couldn't possibly choose either-…"
The innocent boy succumbed to her damp-eyed stare.
"P-please let me have sex with you…"
He fell for her technique as a businesswoman.
There was no way a lustful boy would not want to do it with such a beautiful woman. His boyish purity was only a front. The woman had seen through it, so she had given him an excuse to let things progress smoothly.
"I do not want you to sleep with me out of pity. As a woman, I want you to sleep with me out of desire."
After coming this far, Orfeo could not resist. He frantically admitted it.
"I want to sleep with you, Silvia. I want you to take my virginity."
His mentality was no different from a dog in front of some meat. The young woman toyed with him as she pleased.
"If you insist, then I have no choice. Now, please lie down there."
Orfeo's heart was racing at the thought of having his first time with this coquettish young woman, so he quickly did as she said.
His behavior must have been amusing to the adult woman. She smiled and carefully removed the aroused male's clothing. When she stripped off the final piece, his rod sprang forcefully out.
"Hee hee hee. My, what a lively penis you have♪"
It was not enormous, but it was not tiny either. It was plenty large for his age. But that curving hardness and springiness had a way of inspiring a powerful reaction in the world's young women.
Silvia gently wrapped her hands around the reproductive organ like it was a precious jewel.
"Ah…"
Her hands felt cold on the racing erection.
"It's hot. So very hot. It's going to burn my hands…"
She squeezed and toyed with the shaft as if seeing how it felt. And that was not all. Her delicate hands reached the tip and slowly pulled back the skin.
"Ah, o-ow, stop… Please…stop…"
The foreskin still covered his manhood. Orfeo writhed in fear and pain as it was peeled back for the very first time. He looked just like a maiden losing her virginity.
"Don't worry. It will be okay. This is a path all boys must cross."
She lovingly narrowed her eyes, placed her sensual lips above the partially exposed head, and let out a sticky string of saliva.
"Ahh…"
The boy was surprised by the warm stickiness, but the young woman used that lubricant to pull the foreskin further and further back.
Finally, the full head was revealed.
The boy could only stare at his transformed manhood. The young woman used her saliva-coated fingers to wash clean the filth on the head.
"Uh, kh, nn…"
The painfully swollen head was incredibly sensitive and he felt a dull pain, but the rod throbbed and precum dripped from the tip.
"My, what a lovely pink. I never knew a pure virgin penis drew the female heart so much. They look so different once they have been stained by heavy use."
The lovely entertainer breathed a spellbound sigh.
"To be honest, this is my first time with a virgin gentleman."
Only successful men who had made a name for themselves could sleep with a woman of Silvia's caliber, so they were all fairly old.
This young woman had to have considerable sexual experience, but she could not hide her arousal and licked her lips as she stared at her first virgin penis.
Orfeo had never imagined such a beautiful face could display such a lewd expression.
"Hee hee hee. It looks delicious. I've never seen such a tasty-looking penis."
Silvia reached both hands into her skirt and removed her silk panties.
"Please leave it to me. Just stay still and I will take care of everything."
The pantie-less young woman straddled the boy's hips where the penis stood tall. And she lifted her skirt.
"Ah…"
Her boldly spread white thighs appeared in the moonlight. The curly silver hair in the center was on the thicker side of things, but it was kept in a well-maintained upside-down triangle. The sight inspired male lust.
The swollen labia were visible beyond that. Two colorful flower petals stuck out a bit from that flesh slit.
Orfeo's breathing grew heavy as he stared.
"What do you have to say about your first pussy?"
"…Um, uh…"
The adult woman laughed sadistically as the boy stared wide-eyed.
"What you see here is no more than a woman's entrance. See? If I do this…"
Silvia placed her index and middle finger on either side of the slit and spread it.
"!?"
Orfeo gasped when he saw the bright pink flesh spread in a diamond shape.
"Oh? Was that too much for you, young master?"
"N-no…"
The labia bordered by silver hair were wet with an obscene liquid. It was a raw visual, but it also carried beauty. It was a carnal beauty that drew the male eye whether they liked it or not.
That unbelievably beautiful woman's sex organ was within arm's reach. He could sense the warm and damp feminine aroma.
Orfeo wanted to move closer and view every bit of it, but he did not have the courage to ask.
The experienced young woman had to be aware of the virgin boy's desire, but she chose to ignore it.
The boy's cock twitched and dripped precum to reveal his arousal.
"Ha ha. Incredible… Such high praise."
Silvia licked her red lips as if she could barely contain herself as the manhood in her hand was brimming with fresh vitality. The obscene gesture made Orfeo gulp.
It was such sexual expression.
As precum flowed from the tip, she placed it against her soaked labia.
"Now, let us begin."
The beautiful entertainer's hips slowly lowered and the rod of flesh was gradually contained inside her feminine flesh.
"Hahhhhh…"
Rough folds wrapped around the sensitive head. The pleasure was so great the boy wanted to writhe on the bed.
The woman's hips continued down bit by bit until the rod had been fully swallowed.
"How do you like it?"
The young woman raised her knees while on top. That left their union fully visible.
Orfeo was captivated by how obscene it was.
His thick cock was piercing the beautiful curves of her lower stomach.
(Wow, what is this…?)
He was utterly shocked.
Silvia was such a beautiful entertainer. The skin of her face, thighs, and lower stomach was so white and bewitching. He had not touched it, but he could tell it had to be smooth.
But her vagina was different. It was sticky, rough, and drenched. It moved to wrap around his rod. It was like she had lots of worms hidden in there.
(It's sticky and kind of gross… No, sticky and incredible!)
The young woman's alluring body and the bewitching folds of flesh wrapped around his manhood seemed to give him a glimpse of the two sides of women.
He thought his penis would be digested inside her. Especially the head which had only been bared shortly beforehand. He could no longer feel it at all.
It had stung in the air, but it felt nothing now. No, it felt only pleasure.
The boy trembled while his mind was blanked by ecstasy.
"Oh?"
Silvia's eyes widened in surprise. A moment later, the first shot erupted out.
"Ahn♪"
Silvia shook when the hot surge hit her cervix. Then she closed her eyes and savored the boy's eruption.
"Ha ha… Incredible. I've never felt one throb so much…or release so much…nn♪"
The beautiful entertainer sighed in ecstasy as she received the intense ejaculation of a teenage boy.
It was unbearably lewd how her white lower stomach twitched as it contained the manhood.
Once the ejaculation was complete, she opened her eyes.
Their eyes met. When she realized he was observing her reaction, it must have greatly stimulated her sadistic side because she smiled in an alluring but cruel way.
"They say a premature gentleman only lasts three-and-a-half thrusts…but that was only one."
The time from penetration to accidental explosion had seemed like a long time as he was rocked by overwhelming pleasure, but he now realized it had only been an instant.
"S-sorry…"
His sexuality was far too immature to satisfy this beautiful entertainer.
"You have nothing to apologize for. At your age, you can start a second round almost immediately, right?"
Silvia placed her hands on the shoulders of her light purple dress and then slid them down.
The entirety of her giant breasts suddenly came into view. She had apparently not been wearing a bra. That explained why they had jiggled so much during her dance.
They looked pale in the dim light, they were impressively large, and they were shaking a bit.
The plump pink nipples were erect.
"You like boobs, don't you?"
The sex goddess took the boy's hands and had him grab her breasts.
The giant mounds of flesh were too much for his hands, but they seemed to stick to his hands like magnets.
"Th-they're so soft…"
"You can enjoy them by massaging them like this."
She used her hands to teach him how to caress her breasts. Orfeo was intoxicated by the otherworldly melting feeling that made him think he was kneading and thickening milk. By the time Silvia removed her hands, he could not let go.
As he massaged them, his fingers left pink marks on the white breasts. That seemed unbearably erotic.
"Hee hee hee hee…"
While letting the innocent boy caress her, Silvia leaned forward, grabbed his hair, and kissed him as if devouring him.
Her soft tongue entered his mouth and tangled around his tongue while her warm saliva poured in. The boy had no choice but to swallow the sweet dew.
After the long, long kiss, the young woman whispered to him.
"See, you're ready for round two already."
The penis inside her vagina was as erect as ever.
"Want to do it again?"
"Yes…"
The boy gave a short but honest reply with a lustful look on his face. Silvia seemed very satisfied with that.
"Ha ha. The night is still young, so let's enjoy ourselves until morning. Hee hee hee♪"
A shudder ran down Orfeo's spine as the sexual, beautiful, and cool young woman looked sadistically down on him.
He understood how a butterfly felt once trapped in the spider's web.
He would be devoured to the bone. And he wanted to be devoured.
"Now, I will milk you of every last drop♪"
Silvia's hips slowly began to move.
Her internal flesh wrapped around the rod like wet worms and tightly squeezed it.
Orfeo's semen acted as a lubricant, smoothing out the friction between them.
Her plentiful silver hair danced around her. Orfeo was intoxicated by the obscene behavior of the lewd but beautiful entertainer.
Her stomach undulated slightly, her wide hips danced in every direction, and they toyed with his rod in every direction.
The fluids flowing from their union soaked the boy's balls and anus.
"Now, young master, thrust up into me."
"Kh! L-like this? …Ah."
He thrust his hips up as instructed. He moved on his own. His masculine instincts rejoiced at this more than being on the receiving end. Once he began moving, he could not stop.
"Ah, ahn, harder. Move like a wild beast… Ah, y-yes, like that♪"
Orfeo moved his hips up and down with all his might, but the woman was in control since she was on top.
The movements of the beautiful entertainer's hips fully controlled the movements of the boy's.
The speed of that ever-changing dance gradually rose and she finally began moving her hips like a demon.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The great pleasure made the boy scream. He began ejaculating while stirring up her internal flesh.
Her womb swallowed up more semen than anyone would expect from a second round.
"Ha ha♪ Incredible."
The sex goddess voiced her astonishment, but she did not stop. Sweat appeared like jewels on her soft white skin as she continued tormenting the boy.
"Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah…"
Orfeo continued to scream pathetically.
"Hee hee hee. Not yet. You aren't done yet. Are you, young master?♪"
The boy shook his head at the sexual woman's question.
His penis had grown erect for a third time.
His only thoughts were to consume as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to have sex with this lewd woman forever.
He actively used his hips and massaged her breasts.
As the unbelievably beautiful woman manipulated the boy, he was swallowed up in an overwhelming wave of pleasure and experienced several different positions. He thrust his hips like mad and ejaculated again and again.
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