章 116: Bonus Stories 4

Please read! Author's note!

If you're curious why I haven't written any chapters until now, it's because I actually got tired of seeing the "rejected" note under this series' creation section. I don't even remember applying for it! Yet I got rejected!? Wahahaha! I'm mad.

With that said, I'm actually choosing between continuing this series or making another one. I haven't received a proper review yet, so I don't really know how much you readers actually like this story. So please, if you can, leave a review or at least a comment to share what your thoughts on it.

I'll write a few more chapters for now, so you guys can expect this story to go a little further. My dream goal in this story was to actually get Eria pregnant! Wahahaha. I'm not sure you readers would like that, but I sure will. I also want to make a spin-off of Eria's with monsters, but I don't think I would actually have enough time for it.

Anyway, here's the chapter:

My name is Bo. I was a mere penniless commoner before, but now, I am one of the richest merchants in the continent. I want to say that my success was because of my persistence and hard work, but the truth was, it was all just mere luck. I won't go into further explaining, but my success was all truly because of that.

What's important is the now. And now, I am living my life to the fullest. I eat whatever I want, I order everyone around, and I lay my hands on any woman I see. I endulge myself into the things I only dreamed of having before.

Because of my constant eating of good food, I became a stout man. It restrained my flexibility, but other than that, it didn't bother me too much. Even if my face bloats, my ability to make money won't just go away. Women might hate my appearance now, but that won't outweigh the value I can offer. People can be bought with money, and that includes the pretty women I take liking to.

In fact, I now have three wives and five mistresses, all at least a decade younger than me. Every one of them is a beauty, and their figures would make any man yearn for a night in the bed with them. I can only laugh when I see other men look at me with jealous stares when they're around.

With that said, I don't plan on being stuck with the current number of wives and mistresses I have. I want to expand my harem more. I also still want to play around with other women in brothels. After all, my wives might be beautiful, but it's not as if I can't find the same level of beauty as theirs in expensive brothels. If I was lucky, I might even be able to find a fallen noble beauty in one of them.

Two of my wives are distant daughters of nobles, but they at the lowest ranks, and their values in nobility is pretty much non-existent as they're both pass the tenth daughters of their fathers.

I want to experience a real noble woman. I heard a story from one of my rivals that he once paid for a night in a brothel with a fallen marquis' daughter of unworldly beauty. I heard that she was the first daughter, and that she served as a knight, so her body was toned but supple.

I couldn't hide my jealousy back then, and I immediately asked him for the brothel's name so I can have that girl for myself. I was surprised when he shouted at me and revealed to me that he's already planning on making her his mistress.

Knowing that he already has his claws on her, I decided to give up. Even so, my jealousy hadn't disappeared. That's why, since then, I have been frequenting brothels to find a woman with similar circumstances to include in my collection. I'm sure I won't lose to my rival in terms of luck, so there's no doubt that I'll meet one sooner or later.

I learned that there are only two brothels in Root. I heard that most commoners and adventurers prefer the cheaper one since it has decent-looking girls for cheap, but being a cultured and wealthy man as I am, I did not once consider to choose it over the other one.

The more expensive brothel in town is called Lilith's Garden. It was a reasonable name for a brothel, considering who the inspiration for it was.

Based on a certain legend, Lilith was the daughter of the deity of lust, who mated with a dragon and birthed her. Apparently, Lilith became a hero who turned a queen after marrying a prince. However, when that prince who turned king became old, she abandoned him. After which, she started to mate with other races in search of greater pleasure.

Broken hearted, the king plotted her assassination, but when it failed, Lilith escaped the kingdom and built her own. It was then when she cursed her monster armies; the goblins, orcs, the ogres and so on, to have uncontrollable lust towards the women of other races.

That action was widely considered to be a ploy to motivate her armies to procreate and increase their numbers, but others theorize that it was simply Lilith wanting to share the pleasure of mating with monsters to her fellow women.

Lilith later fell from the hands of another hero. Three thousand years have passed since her death, and yet her curse still remains. To this day, she continues to negatively influence the world.

That is the story behind that name. Although Lilith fell from disgrace and mated with monsters, she still became an icon for lustful women, and her search for greater pleasure became an inspiration for some to express their womanly desires.

Her mother, the deity of lust was said to have the same personality as hers, but since there's too few records of her deeds in the present world, she has little impact in the world of sex. The most people interact with her is with their prayers of a healthy sex life.

Lilith's Garden is a considerably large establishment. It has three floors in total. The first two floors has about ten rooms each, all prepared to accomodate clients. The third floor at the top, however, is just a single room that's about thrice the size of an ordinary room from the first and second floors. It's meant to be used by special clients.

I can afford the special room at the third floor, but the second most-expensive room should be enough for me. I don't want to build up my losses, not after frequenting brothels in other towns and cities.

"Welcome," the receptionist greeted when she caught her eyes on me.

I'm not keen on wasting time, so I hurried to her desk. The receptionist was an old lady with heavy make-up and uncomfortable clothes. She has a casual look on her face, but the atmosphere around her was stern.

She looks like she has experience in dealing with people, but for a business that runs through the appeal of beautiful women, it's incomprehensible how she would be given the job of greeting the customers.

"Hmph! I cannot believe they would have such an old hag welcoming costumers like this! I admit, your establishment certainly looks flashy on the outside, but for it be so rotten inside," I voiced my complaint.

"Shut it, fatass!" the old receptionist answered back with hostility.

"Wh-what did you say!?" I stuttered, taken aback with her rudeness.

"Don't just come barging in this place and insulting it in front of me," she scolded.

"Why is a mere receptionist like you acting like you own this place?"

"Hmph! I'm not just a mere receptionist, I am the owner of this place!"

"Wha-what...!?"

"That's right, kid! So if you want to spend the night with one of my girls, you should behave."

I didn't expect the owner to handle the clients herself.

Now that I look at her more carefully, I can see that she does look like a person who would fit well in an establishment like this. You can even somewhat see glimpses of her past beauty in her wrinkled exterior, and although her skimpy outfit looks uncomfortable, it didn't actually feel out of place. There's no doubt that she worked to accompany men in their beds in her youth, just like what the girls in this establishment are doing now.

"Tsk! Don't call me kid," I grumbled, having no words to fire back.

From my weak estimation, she looks only just about a decade or two older than me. Age-wise, she should be fine calling me that, but in societal norms, you wouldn't actually call an old adult person like me a kid. What's more, it makes me seem like an inexperienced person coming to a brothel to have his first time. I don't like the sound of it.

"Fine... What's your name?"

"I'm sure you've heard of me; my name is Bo," I confidently replied.

"A merchant called Bo, eh? So you're the one selling those expensive leather shoes?"

"That's right, the Bo shoe company line is spreading its influence across the continent."

What I'm dealing with is just the simple business of selling shoes. However, my shoes were pretty much revolutionary compared to my competitors. They're so ahead of their time that you could say that those shoes came from the future.

"I can't believe such a big shot came to our town?" she mumbled with a smirk.

"Kukukui," I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her reaction.

"So, what's a big shot like you here for? Surely you're looking for my prettiest ladies?"

"What else would I be here for? Let's cut to the chase and show me your best."

"If that's what you want."

As she said that, she reached under her desk and took out a thick book. She quickly handed the book to me, and knowing what it was about, I did not hesitate to receive it.

The pages of the book were thick and hard. As expected of a book consisting of drawings from professionals. Each page can be flipped vertically, and can be place fully on the back, providing ease of access for each of them.

The pages were mostly filled with the drawings of the girls' faces, but along with them on the bottom were their information, such as their names and age. As expected, most of them were young and pretty.

"All of my best girls are in that list. They're a bit expensive, but I'm sure you won't care about that."

"Hmm..." I grumbled as I flipped through the pages.

I stopped on a certain page. The girl in it has an aristocratic background. Apparently, she's the 8th daughter of a small barony who was rebuked of its title. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes, a symbol of high nobility. She has the traits of a noble, but she's frankly not my type. Her looks is humble at best, and she also doesn't have the body I'm looking for.

"Are you looking for a noble lady? Seriously, you merchants just want to have the same life as those noble men so much. Why can't you just look for a noble wife normally? I'm sure there are some noble ladies out there who wouldn't mind marrying a rich merchant."

I didn't rebuke her, after all, what's she's saying is true.

I do have two wives with noble backgrounds, but they're of the lowest ranks. It would even be an insult to call them nobility, they pretty much lived their entire lives as commoners. They do not count.

What I want to have is a true aristocratic lady with the beauty and manerism of one. I want her to have the pride and dignity which all who grew up in that invironment have.

It's every man's dream in this world to undress a princess with their own hands and ravage her body, and those with dark desires like me, would want to trample on their pride and disgrace their dignity.

"But I can see how that would be difficult for you. Those people do want to keep their bloodline as pure of nobility as much as possible," the old lady comments.

That is also true, however, that's not all there is to it. The truth is, I'm just not as rich and influencial enough. Sure, what I have now is enough to get the attention of lesser nobles. They might marry their fifth or sixth daughters to me, but obviously, that is not what I am looking for. I want the daughters of at least a Count or a Viscount rank noble.

I am slowly getting rich and popular, but I would still need a decade or two to reach the new heights of my business. My success only came recently, no one knows if I would actually survive and beat all of my contenders. Unless they're completely certain of my future success, no noble in that rank or above in the aristocratic world would want to marry their important daughters to me.

One of them might propose his daughter to me in the future, but I would be too old by then. I don't think I have much time left to enjoy myself, unless I somehow get my youth back.

"Humph..." seeing how unresponsive I was, the old owner shrugged her shoulders and finally stopped talking.

I considered taking the girl in the page I'm currently at, but I decided against it. I flipped through the pages some more until I landed on a curious page once more.

The girl's name I landed on was Ellia. Like the previous one, she has a noble background. She was the eldest granddaughter of a viscount family from a neighboring country. It states in her information that her family has been accused of conspiring against their king, so their noble title have been removed. Other than that, there's no further explaination.

The story definitely sounds fishy. For a family of that degree, a simple accusation won't be enough to punish them. On the other side of that, if it's true that they're conspiring against the king, the punishment won't end with just their family's head flying off the sunset. At the very least, all the adults in their household would be executed. It does say that she's only the granddaughter, so that must mean she was still not an adult when their title was removed.

I was curious of the history around her, but more than that, I was fascinated by the unbelievable proportions of her face. It's unreal how beautiful she looked in her picture.

Did the artist intentionally made her look this pretty to lure customers in? There's no way. If that's the case, this brothel would also do the same for the others.

Ellia... Her features were the same as a typical noble woman, simply put, her hair was blonde and her eyes were crystal blue. However, what seperates her from the others was her beauty. There's also a certain charm in her smile that can incite any man who happen to look at it.

There's a section in each page that includes the girls' sexual preferences and desired partners. It's certainly is unnecessary, but it helps the customers to have a general idea of their personalities.

While most had written things such as a desire for a well-experience man, a man with a sizeable member, or a rich man that can give a huge tip, that section on Ellia's page was blank.

In that same section, she can also inform the customers of what she dislikes. For example, she can exclude older men or inexperienced men from her potential client by mentioning it. She can also restrict sexual acts, such as blowjobs and anal sex. In that sense, brothels who let their workers do the same thing were very safe and accomodating.

"This girl, is she really okay with anything?"

Is she that desperate for customers?

Having nothing written on her section means that she should be fine with anything. Even if it's a brothel, ordinary women don't want to be treated as playthings - which she might get treated as if she won't give any restrictions.

"Hm? Ellia, huh? Of course, except hitting, everything is fine."

"Tsk! That's obvious..."

I was hoping that would be fine also, but I supposed it's not. If she was my wife or mistress, I won't hold back from hitting her. I love the feeling of superiority I get when I mess their pretty faces up with my fists or trample on their bodies with my feet. I love it when they start to beg me to stop or ask for forgiveness when they obviously did nothing wrong.

Even so, it's not like all the pleasure I get from women is from beating them up. Of course, my priority is feeling their bodies up and ravaging them. It should be fine for me even if I'm not allowed to hit her.

"She's our most popular girl right now. You're lucky, she rarely comes around, she's just a part-timer at the moment after all," the old lady interrupted my thoughts.

"Huh...? A part-timer? What does she normally do?"

"Why do you care? Ask her yourself."

I started to think.

Sure, I can ask her if I took her with me. Seeing her, I do not feel like flipping through the book's pages anymore. It's decided that she'll be the one I'm choosing.

With that in mind, I finally closed the book and handed it back to the receptionist owner. Even without one word from me, she understood immediately who I was choosing.

"You just said that she's currently the most popular girl. I'm curious... Can I ask why?" I ask while waiting for her to hand me the keys to my room.

"Isn't that obvious? Of course, it's because she's pretty."

"Is she good on the bed?"

"Huh? Why are you asking me...?"

I should see it for myself... Is that what she's saying?

"Here... Your room is the first in the right on the second floor," she said as she handed me the golden Key to my chosen room. "Will she be enough for you? You can still pay for more, right?"

"I can't find any decent one except her, so no..."

Of course, I won't actually admit that I just don't have the energy to do multiple women at the same time. I was disgraced the last time I tried, when the only thing I was able to do was huff and puff while the girls take turns on riding my flacid croth with pitying look in their eyes.

Even with my wives and mistresses, I only do three of them at most at the same time. Although I desire more, I don't have the body of a young man anymore - or more like, I have lost the energy and strength I suppossed to have because of how stout I have gotten.

Kukukui... But if it's with a young beautiful girl like Ellia, I might find the energy to go all throughout the night.

"Please follow me, sir," a young lady in a dress came out of nowhere and beckoned me to follow.

"Have fun," the old owner said.

"Hmph!" I shrugged my shoulders at her and unhesitatingly followed the guide.

Since the room was the first one from the stairs, it didn't take us a minute to get there.

"Please enjoy yourself, sir," the guide bowed her head at me and immediately went away after.

"You two, stay here," I ordered my two guards who have been guarding me all this time.

Both of them did not say anything in response, what they did instead was slightly nod their heads in understanding. I could've gotten them a room and a pair of girls of their own, but I just couldn't take the risk of being alone with a woman in a room without a person guarding my safety from the outside. I'm an up and coming big shot merchant, so there's a small posibility that one of my rivals might take the opportunity to dispose of me in my defenseless state.

After the two guards lined themselves up on both sides of the door, I finally entered the room. As expected of an expensive room, it was high-class, from the floor to the ceiling, and of course, the furniture. However, they did not catch my attention as much as the girl kneeling on the floor on a dogeza have.

"Welcome, dear customer," the girl greeted.

"Stand up so I can see you," I sternly ordered.

She followed, and my eyes widened when I saw just how beautiful she truly was. She's currently wearing a mask that covers the lower-half of her face as a part of her outfit, but it was see-through, so it didn't actually hinder my view of her. Frankly, the drawing of her face I saw before simply couldn't convey her true beauty.

What's more, her body, which was not included in her drawing and was only detailed in sizes, was outstanding. It's unbelievable how shapely the lines of her body were, and the lingerie she was wearing even further highlights her incredible figure. It was as if she was a goddess who incarnated from the dreams of men.

"So you're, Ellia?" I mumbled as I eyed her up and down.

"Yes, dear customer, I am indeed Ellia."

She should have a family name, but perhaps because her household has been removed from nobility, her last name has also been taken away. I'm curious, but I can't ask her about it now, not when I have her offering her beautiful self to me right now.

"Hmph... You know what to do," I gestured towards her, inciting her to do her thing.

"Of course..."

Just like that, she slowly got behind my back to help me take off my clothes. I frankly couldn't wait anymore, but I couldn't exactly take off the fancy clothing I'm wearing on my own. Not with my stout figure.

When she finally managed to unbutton my remaining shirt, she moved in front of me and once again gotten on her knees. It's too bad that I couldn't see her figure as she slowly took off my pants because of my massive stomach.

"Kukukui! Let me lay on the bed for now. You can take off my last piece of clothing there."

"Fufu... Are you holding off the surprise for me, dear guest?"

"Kuku... I didn't expect you to have a good sense of humor. You're right, you can service me while I lay on the bed. I cannot exactly see you perform like this."

"Fufu... Understood," she answered with a cute chuckle.