So, about the Euros Region.
It was the cool part of the Indra Kingdom, ruled by this dude named Velichor Rowsat.
Now, the main city in Euros was Seris, and yes, it was a big deal.
It was where Lord Velichor and his family lived, so it was like the capital city and all.
Seris was no joke when it came to protection.
They got these inner walls to keep the place safe, you know, 'cause the ruler lives there and all. So, naturally, a lot of people flock to Seris for that sweet, sweet safety.
However, excluding the safety and the many other advantages Seris presented, there was one downside — not everyone wanted to be all up in the ruler's business.
Why not? One might ask.
Well, it was like living in an apartment and hoping the landlord wasn't your neighbor. You wanna have an escape plan if things went south, right? So, some folks preferred to keep their distance. And no, you couldn't blame them. Safety's great, but sometimes you just want to do your own thing without the ruler breathing down your neck.
Seris was known for its Adventurers' Guild, slave trade network, and brothels.
You might wonder why the ruler didn't shut down things like the slave trade.
I mean, that's pretty messed up, right? And even the brothels, they were illegal in some parts of the Indra Kingdom, but totally cool in the Euros Region.
Well, here's the deal: Lord Velichor didn't care as long as he was getting his cut of the action.
Both physically, and of course, financially.
The Bankside ladies in the brothels not only had the best goods in town, but they also paid taxes.
And like every ruler, Lord Velichor loved his taxes.
Murder someone? Pay taxes.
Trash someone's property? Pay taxes.
Forget to pay your taxes? Pay even more taxes.
It was all about the money.
And those prostitutes? They were raking in the dough. Unsurprisingly, who didn't love a good romp in the hay? So naturally, they were the top taxpayers in Seris.
So here was the deal with Lord Velichor and the slave trade network of Seris.
It wasn't a big deal to him, but why? It should be obvious by now — because as long as you paid your taxes and supplied him with women who had huge breasts and ass, you were good to go as a slave trader.
Now, Velichor had one wife, but he had fifty maids in his crib.
He had a thing for beast women with muscles, or as he called them, furry muscle mummies.
So those were the only maids allowed in his manor.
Now, the slave trade network was making serious bank, just like the brothels in the whole Euros Region. So, from Velichor's perspective, it was all legal and legit. But here was the catch, you couldn't go around shouting that you sold slaves. No, you had to practice this thing called silent advertising.
Basically, you had to tell people you were a slave trader without actually telling them you were a slave trader.
Sneaky, right?
In the end, we could summarize the Euros Region as well as Velichor in one word.
Euros Region was a great place to start a life.
Lord Velichor was a man with integrity.
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Standing in front of the adventurer's guild, Mastur and Felicity donned the appropriate attire for their next objective.
Mastur, with his blonde hair tied in a messy bun, wore a long-sleeved shirt, pants with a cape, and various light armor and straps, while Felicity adjusted her spectacles, ready for the administrative tasks ahead.
The blonde hottie turned to Felicity and asked, "What's our next move, Felicity?"
She adjusted her spectacles... again, her eyes scanning the bustling guild hall before responding, "First, we need to get you registered. Let's head inside."
They pushed open the wooden doors, revealing a lively scene within. The guild hall bustled with adventurers of all races and backgrounds. Humans, minotaurs, and even unique "monster races" with exotic physical biology, such as a horse-headed individual, a praying mantis-headed figure, and others with rat-like tails and unicorn-like horns. Elves and dwarves dotted the crowd as well, creating a diverse and vibrant setting.
Mastur was unfazed by the variety of races.
He had no reason to be amazed because while in his past life the village of Pe Nis supported mostly humans, his world, Eu Phoria, was a fantasy based world.
In other words, this was normal to him.
Although he'd only seen one or two species outside humans.
"Oh yeah, are you planning to register as well?" Mastur asked.
Felicity nodded with a smile.
"Of course. But we'll need to find a third member to form an official party eventually."
Mastur nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."
Their conversation came to a halt as they approached the registration counter.
A woman named Mary sat behind it, her legs crossed, and lazily fixed her gaze on her nails.
Mastur cleared his throat and confidently stated, "We would like to register as adventurers, please."
Mary let out a sigh, her demeanor nonchalant as she slid two papers across the counter. "Fill in these forms and be careful not to make any mistakes. These aren't falling from trees, you know," she quipped.
Mastur, slightly irritated, couldn't help but retort, "Well, technically, they do. But I guess you don't give a shit about accuracy, do you?"
Mary simply smirked dully and replied, "Yep."
From close observation...
Mary was a woman of undeniable beauty, her short brown hair framing her captivating green eyes. Her figure was nothing short of enticing, with ample breasts that were around F-Cups and a waist that was elegantly shaped. Mastur, a confident and observant individual, found himself drawn to study Mary's physique. While he didn't need to explicitly see the size of her ass, he could easily surmise its "depth" by examining the ratio between her waist and lap. If her waist curved effortlessly, and her thighs were meaty and substantial, the answer would be clear.
She's official carrying the GYAT.
Mastur shifted his gaze from Felicity, who possessed the largest ass and thighs he had ever witnessed, back to Mary.
Ero-sama wouldn't be included, she was in a league of her own.
Carefully measuring their proportions in his mind, he concluded that Mary's ass fell just slightly short of Felicity's magnificent curves.
Felicity was an SSS grade virgin.
In other words: Sexy, horny, has all the knowledge about sex and hasn't been F'ed by a cock.
Caught off guard by Mastur's intense focus, Mary regained her composure and directed a question his way, "What're you looking at, weirdo?"
Her tone was surprisingly calm.
Mastur, never one to hold back his thoughts, responded without hesitation, "I was admiring your goods, specifically your decent boobs and, well, your ass too. Although, but if I'm being honest, I've seen better."
Mary's eyes narrowed, a dull expression present as she retorted, "Like you know what a good ass looks or feels like."
A mischievous grin slipped across Mastur's face as he leaned closer to Mary, "I wouldn't mind receiving lessons from you, then."
A dull chuckle escaped Mary's lips, her expression remaining indifferent as she dismissed Mastur's request, "You have 'virgin' written all over you. Trust me, you definitely don't qualify."
Unfazed by her dismissal, Mastur leaned nonchalantly against the counter, radiating calm confidence. He uttered a statement that demanded attention, "Even if that's true, I'd still argue that I'm better off being a virgin than being a guild receptionist who's been suffering from... dick deprivation."
Mary froze for a moment, her gaze shifting towards Mastur.
A nod of approval came from Felicity.
Maryʼs voice trembled slightly as she questioned, "How'd you know...?"
With a sly smile, Mastur leaned closer, his words a velvety whisper in her ear, "It's easy to recognize when a woman hasn't had sex in ages... Your pussy must be feeling awfully dry..."
"Y... You..." Mary was silenced.
"Shhh~" Mastur uttered. He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath pressed against her ear, "Or am I wrong?"
What was Mary's answer going to be?
Find out next time.
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Words of wisdom:
Women, it's a bad idea to avoid having sex. It can cause poor vaginal lubrication, halt vaginal elasticity and lead to poorly toned muscles. So just have sex more, than doing it once and never again.
This only applies to women who aren't nuns.