CH 342.2

「What kind of brothel was it?」

The store, I was told, was built with only a high stage at the back of a room that could accommodate several dozen people.

On the stage, naked women go up and demonstrate how they would do it with their legs spread wide open.

「And then at the climax we will hold an auction.」

“It’s not bad of an idea, isn’t it?” The skinny middle-aged man continued with a smile.

The customer who bid the highest price goes up on stage and gets to play in front of everyone.

(Aside from the difference between rock-paper-scissors and auction aspect, it is the very same kind of stripping play in the hot spring resort I’ve been to before.)

I’m sorry for the middle-aged businessman who talks so fondly about it, but I don’t think such a concept would bring in any customers.

But then he started to reminisce and wonder what went wrong. And I feel sorry for him, so I give my own answer.

「What you want to do may be the same, but what you intend to show is fading away from the start.」

Even if you want to get into the real thing later, it started as a performance. In contrast, the girls in the classroom are always in serious mode.

『The girls couldn’t hold it anymore and started doing it by themselves, but later they were caught in the act.』

Moreover, like this, it started out with the customers suddenly getting a hold of the girls’ weaknesses.

It can’t be helped that the male customers’ desire for sex is suddenly ignited.

「….I see. If you put it that way, I guess that makes sense.」

He repeatedly nodded his head in understanding as his face cleared up as if he had solved a mystery.

We then exchanged opinions about the future of the store, shook hands, and parted ways.

***

After leaving the Brothel School, I wander around the red-light district and visit several brothels here and there.

I didn’t just look at the platform and pick out a girl. I also have several conversations with the strong men of the red-light district over a drink.

「A store aimed at beasts, is it? A store aimed at women is more popular? I suppose I can see why.」

「A place where you can assault or be assaulted by a trap? Hmmm, I don’t know about that.」

I shake my head up and down and to the left and right to indicate my interest in a new store or recommendation.

「A school and a brothel at a time, huh? As expected of the Revolutioner, what a very unusual idea indeed.」

And well-dressed young men and old men who seemed interested in what I said.

Many of the regular customers I often meet in the red-light district have money and power. Brothel is truly a social gathering place for ladies and gentlemen.

(It’s getting late and I’m starting to get hungry now.)

Time sure flows peacefully on a day when I am not working as a Knight pilot.

As I reflected on all that had happened, I thought of a being that looked like a giant book with a stone statue’s face on it and thanked him for lending me his magic and allowing me to transfer to this world.

(It’s about time.)

Next, after a somewhat sumptuous meat-based dinner at a street stall on the main street, I headed to Jayanne, one of the big three.

(Let’s do this!)

What awaits me is today’s main event.

A strong enemy and a friend to improve each other. It’s time to play with Light Cruiser-sensei.

(That said, it’s not all serious matches, though.)

Stepping on the long, shaggy carpet, I proceeded through the lobby, which looked like a palace. After meeting at the counter, we walked up the stairs in a lover’s grip.

We sat face to face on the expensive leather sofa in the playroom, and over a glass of cold drink while I told her what I’ve been doing in a light-hearted tone.

「The customer was treated as if he/she does not exist, and the girls must endure whatever was done to them… is it?」

Light Cruiser-sensei puts her index finger on her chin and tilts her head when she hears about the molester play at the Brothel School.

The reason for her slow response is probably because she believes that one can only be called professional when he/she serves and pleases the customers with devotion.

「What do you think? Why not give it a try today?」

Though not right away, she refused to accept my proposal.

But I know Light Cruiser-sensei’s weak point.

「It will be good training, you know? I’m sure of it.」

She is always looking for opportunities to grow and loves to train herself. If you poke on that point, she will instantly listen to you.

(Now then.)

Thinking that it’s time to start the play, Light Cruiser-sensei gets up from the sofa. Looking at her figure, I thought.

She has a neat and gentle face and a slender yet well-proportioned body. She is wearing a one-piece dress that goes below her knees.

(The waist part is narrower, so it shows the lines of the body. And the slit is deep, which is sexy in its own way.)

However, now that sailor uniforms and blazers are becoming popular thanks to my efforts, I can’t help but feel that they lack a bit of freshness.

I kept my eyes peeled for something new. I decided to look at her, who was sitting in the middle of the room with her head tilted back and a cute smile on her face.

(The play from now on is one where I can touch her as much as I want one-sidedly. Then, let’s try that thing here.)

She might get angry at me later, but let’s just deal with that when the time comes. As long as I didn’t do anything unprofessional to her back door, she would forgive me if I apologized.

I nodded lightly and sat up from my chair and ask her to fold her hands behind her.

「Okay, just stay there like that.」

「Eh? Tauro-sama?」

I pulled the belt out of the pants I was wearing and draped it around my neck like a scarf.

Next, I grabbed the hem of her dress with my left and right hands, pulled it up high, and fastened the belt over her head.

(Onion-style restraint*, complete.)

[*TL Note: Looks like an onion so I translated it as onion. Search “茶巾縛り” for a clearer image. Do suggest a better name if you have one.]

Her figure looks like a peeled banana now. If you only look at the top, it looks like an onion.

Since the area above the armpits is wrapped in cloth, all I see in front of me is a pale limb wearing only a bra and panties.

(The fabric is thin, so it won’t be suffocating.)

And the brightness should be enough as well. But as expected, she won’t be able to see the shape of the object.

「Well, let’s begin the play.」

I put my hands under her armpits and guide her, forcing her to walk backward. Then I pushed her down on the bed, forcing her to fall on her back.

She asked for an explanation with a puzzled tone, but when I told her, 『This is also for the training』, she made no further protests.

(The Athletic, Black Tights-chan’s ability improved after I trained her with blindfolds and restraints.)

Therefore, it is never left to chance. I am sure that whatever you throw at her, she will turn it into nourishment.

(Her armpits, sides, and outer thighs. And inner thighs.)

My magic eye that can see the part of the other person’s body that feels good as a color temperature. Using it, I gently stroke down both sides of the pale, slender body with my ten fingers.

Taking my time, starting with red, then orange, then yellow, and continue to make Light Cruiser-sensei feel more and more feeling good.

(Alright, it’s looking good.)

I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand and exhale.

In front of me are both thighs of Light Cruiser-sensei, which cannot be closed because of my torso’s intrusion. The fabric in front of me was already damp, and her hip bones were wiggling from side to side to endure.

(Not knowing what’s going on and the inability to do anything. And to add to that, my precise and insistent touch.)

The sense of touch is sharpened by the fact that her sight is obstructed. Moreover, she’s left on the edge.

If it had been another woman, they would’ve screamed, begging me to put it in while wriggling their hips in the air.

(I’ll do whatever it takes to make Light Cruiser-sensei masturbate voluntarily.)

This is my true aim. This is why I proposed the one-sided assault while tying her up.

(A graceful and innocent-looking lady, unable to endure it anymore, began to play by herself.)

Just imagining it makes my mouth turn into a smile and my crotch hardens to the point it felt painful.

She begins to rub the center of her wide-open legs with her slender fingertips over the fabric. Her face, turned to the side in embarrassment, is redder than the setting sun, and her small, leaking breath must be hot.

(Just a little more. Let’s work harder!)

I poured my magic power into my magic eye again and ran my fingers and tongue over the white skin in front of me.