Red-light districts and pleasure districts.
Places that bring carnal desire and spiritual healing to men and women.
In the Labyrinth City, women are few in number.
Men frequented these places often, wanting to be healed after completing their day’s work, duties, and quotas.
A reward for completing dangerous quotas.
Gaining the vitality to work hard tomorrow.
Such is the primary purpose of brothels.
In one such establishment, news that medicine for childbirth had become available spread instantly to all the brothels in the pleasure district.
The source of information was a customer.
*Whispers, whispers*
“Are the prostitutes there high-level?”
“They’re just lowering their prices because they’re near the entrance to the red-light district. They’re no different in level than us, or perhaps even lower.”
“What! No way!”
My regulars who request me. It would be nice if you could bring me medicine too.
There was no medicine.
Childbirth was difficult.
Both mother and child were in danger of dying.
In this brothel, the mother died, but the offspring was born safely.
Should the parentless offspring be raised within the brothel, or in a facility run by the ruling class of the Labyrinth City?
“I want a baby too!”
“Ahhh.”
The offspring flowed away, and the prostitute remembered, breaking down in tears.
Her customer base increased due to her sympathy, but she was not happy at all.
Rather, she was overwhelmed by emptiness and guilt, wondering if she had the right to take customers when she couldn’t even protect her own child.
“Ugh, hic… ”
“Sales are important, you know?”
“It’s also thanks to you that this place is so lively.”
“Cheer up!”
“Waaaaaaah!”
Several days later.
News arrived that a customer who brought medicine to the brothel had been severely punished by the Guild.
*Whispers, whispers*
“Severely punished? Just for bringing medicine to a brothel?”
“Did she give it for free? That would be something to envy… Ah. I wish I had a customer who would do that for me…”
I wonder if the childbirth went well.
Remembering the difficult childbirth from a month ago, tears welled up in her eyes.
A colleague gently embraced her shoulder.
“It was tough, wasn’t it?”
“Uuuu… I’m sorry.”
She comforted her with her older sister-like attitude.
This scene could be seen in the dressing rooms of all the brothels in the pleasure district.
*Hubbub, hubbub*
Unaware of these hidden affairs.
Customers having sex in private rooms with their preferred prostitutes.
They paid money and tips for the prostitutes’ services.
In a sage mode, they bragged about recent events as if they were the protagonists.
* The death rate in the labyrinth has suddenly increased.
* A large guild has joined forces to establish a great allied army to hurry the subjugation of the Demon King.
“Monsters are overflowing from the labyrinth~? I’m scared~.”
*Munch, munch* *Smack*
She pressed her chest against the customer’s bicep, trapping it between her breasts.
You’re the only one I can rely on.
So, if monsters overflow, please be the first to rescue me. She hooked the customer with her charm and seduction. She would hold on tight, both body and soul, not letting them escape.
“O-oh ///♪”
The customer’s expression, showing a glimpse of desire.
The prostitute inwardly gave a thumbs-up.
(I can do this♪!)
***
A small guild.
Customers returned in high spirits.
They boasted in the break room, which also served as a cafeteria, about the positions and services they received from their favorite prostitutes.
“I’m not envious.”
“That’s right. I can do that too.”
They retorted, hoping to receive the same services if the break would last longer.
They prayed for the safety of their favorite prostitutes who would likely have difficult childbirths.
“Is that so? Well, I can offer you the same service tomorrow♪”
“……Damn it, showing off like that.”
They left the room.
In a secluded place, the two of them were having a secret conversation.
“The number of deaths in the labyrinth has been increasing lately.”
“Ah, should we do it? It’s okay to do it to guys like that, right?”
They hoped his soul wouldn’t return to the cycle of reincarnation, but would be returned to the Demon King as magic power along with suffering.
The two of them, who planned to ambush the guild member who had boasted, were soon found facing monsters and were wounded by thrown objects.
The pain caused their posture to collapse, and they were ripped apart by the monster’s claws and fangs.
Amidst excruciating pain, they died harboring hatred for the two.
“It’s your fault.”
“We want to receive that kind of service too.”
“Garururu.”
The monster targeted the two.
“This is thanks for killing him♪”
“I’ll kill you so you don’t suffer♪”
“Gaon! Gyaon! Ga!!”
The guild was unaware of the two’s crimes.
They simply offered a few words of condolence for the death of their party members and it was over.
*Smirk.*
The two of them, from now on, would have anyone they didn’t like.
Even members of other guilds, killed, while their mouths loosen with the thought of being able to kill them.
They had the monsters kill them, and the price of the monster’s materials.
The two of them became rich, and went to embrace the prostitutes and women of the dead.
“He died, you know♪”
“What?”
“So, we’ll take his place~♪”
The prostitute, who had thought a 3P rate was unusual, dropped her pretense and was surprised by the news of her regular customer’s death from the two.
However, the two didn’t mind, cornering the prostitute from front and back so she couldn’t escape. They pushed aside her clothes, caressed her erogenous zones, and said, “Now make our erogenous zones feel good.”
The prostitute, confused, gave them hand jobs, armpit jobs, and hair jobs.
The pain and pleasure of penetration hit her consciousness, colliding with her current reality.
(He died just yesterday? …These two. They killed him, didn’t they? For reducing my regulars. Fine. With my Technique, I’ll wring out every last drop of your semen and money!)
“Ugh, it feels… going… goingggg.”
*Fwwoosh*
