บท 6: The brothel
"There is a brothel in Luvre Village, right?"
"…!"
Casablanca stared at the 18-year-old boy for long, and then tears gathered in her eyes. Casablanca sobbed!
"B-Brutus," she stammered. "Am I not enough for you?"
"Look at me," she looked at herself, touching her huge breasts. "This, all of this, is it not enough to satisfy you?"
"Why do you need to go to the brothel?"
Brutus stared at the mature woman, dumbfounded at her reaction for a few seconds but once he understood what happened, he shook his head. "It's not what you think". He said. "Besides, yes, you are not enough to satisfy me".
"…!"
Casablanca opened and closed her mouth; she was lost for words to say.
Brutus was not waiting for her though. "If my memory serves me right and it's the same brothel, the matron should be the 3rd cultivator among the 3 cultivators in Luvre Village".
Casablanca's eyes widened. "How did you know that she's a cultivator? Even my husband only knew recently".
Brutus stared at her. "Let's just say I know a lot of things".
He stared into her eyes. "I want access into the brothel".
"But you need a ticket to enter".
"That is why I am telling you".
Casablanca was confused at first, but then her eyes widened. "No, no, no, no, I can't. It belongs to my husband".
"I know". Brutus nodded. "I want it".
"But…"
"Will you give it to me?"
Casablanca gritted her teeth. "I can, but you have to promise me that you'll fulfill my wish if I do it to you".
"You mean enter you?"
She folded her hands, pouting, then she nodded. "Yes".
Brutus shook his head. "Keep pleasing me and just maybe, one of these days, I may fulfill your wish".
"Now get me the ticket".
Casablanca looked at him, biting her lips one more time before leaving, going straight to her husband's master bedroom.
As his favorite wife, she had exclusive access inside.
A few minutes later, she returned, handing over a small rectangle-shaped wood to him with a carved image of a braless woman licking her lips seductively.
This was the ticket to Luvre Village's brothel.
After taking the ticket, Brutus patted her on the head before turning to leave. "I will take a horse. If they ask, tell them you sent me on an errand".
He paused. "And those clothes, don't stress yourself, be your usual tyrannical self and command another male servant to wash them".
"Ok". She nodded excitedly, wondering how she didn't think of that since.
And then, Brutus left, entering the pen and casually taking one of the horses. Seeing him ride a horse, the other male servants were shocked, they never knew that Brutus could ride a horse.
Leaving the farm, he finally entered the main Luvre Village.
The village was a small place, a small settlement of a few dozen buildings with only a single road leading through it.
The brothel was one of the most popular places in the village, it was not hard to find. It was a tall wooden building with 1 story and multiple rooms.
That evening, a horse pulled up at the brothel.
Entering inside the wooden building, at the main waiting room, Brutus saw customers sitting and waiting for their turn for one of the workers to come attend to them, dragging them to the pleasure rooms.
He also noticed some women also waiting for their turn. In the brothel, there were not just female workers, there were male workers too.
Afterall, women sought the pleasures of the flesh just as men did.
There was a young lady with a scar on her face attending to new customers. She stood behind a counter that was blocked with a net.
Seeing him enter, she smiled at him. "2 bronze coins for the regular girls, 10 bronze coins for the ones with a fine face, 50 bronze coins for the packaged deal".
"And well," she grinned. "A silver coin for one of our stars".
Brutus stared evenly at this young lady. "Where is your matron?"
As soon as he asked, he noticed a gaze pierce him from upstairs. Brutus may be back to being a mortal with no cultivation realm and power, but his soul was still that of a 7th realm cultivator, a Lord.
"Sir, customers are not supposed to meet the matron, she's…"
Ignoring the lady at the counter, Brutus easily identified the stairs that led upstairs as he took it, climbing up.
"Sir, please, you're not supposed to meet the matron".
Brutus ignored her completely, soon disappearing.
She didn't run after him though; she was not scared. Everyone in Luvre Village knew of the brothel's matron. The brothel was a place of pleasure, not violence.
Those who violated this simple rule already learned to regret their decision. Well, simply because the matron was a Neophyte, a cultivator.
Unless he sought death, the young man would not dare cause trouble.
Following his senses, Brutus walked straight to the room where he felt her gaze from, opened the wooden door, before entering inside.
There, he saw her, the matron.
Casually sitting on a rotating wooden chair, she placed her legs casually on the wooden table, rocking gently even as she had a pipe on her mouth, smoking.
She was a mature young woman wearing tight black leather attire like a vest. At the upper side though, there was an opening, letting her firm round breasts to get some breathing space, exposing her fair skin.
Her silky long black hair was eye-catching, including her black lipstick, and with a distant gaze, she observed the world outside through the window.
She wore thick black leather boots.
Staring at her, Brutus could feel the subtle power radiating from her body and the imposing aura of a cultivator.
Brutus walked before her.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"How did you notice my gaze?" She finally turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed. "You have just 5 seconds to answer".
The expression on his face did not change. "Who I am doesn't matter, what matters is that I'm the person that can make you explore and get all the wild sexual fantasies that you never had the luck to fully experience".
She stared at him sharply. "What did you say?"
"You're no virgin, I know one when I see one," Brutus smirked. "But I also know a woman that has never experienced an orgasm when I see one".
BAM!
The woman moved like a hurricane, slamming him against the wooden wall as Brutus felt a metallic taste in his lips.
'Such a weak body'. He thought.
She stared into his eyes with a dangerous gaze. "What did you say?" She asked again.
Brutus chuckled, staring back into her eyes without fear. "I can confidently tell you now that you will never get the chance to feel the touch of one with my skills, think twice before you do anything".
"Do you want to experience an orgasm, or not?"
Silence.
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