02. Fairy’s Playground (1)

At first, I thought it was just a house with an absurd number of dildos.

But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a shop selling items, and all those dildos lined up were merchandise.

The store’s name was [Fairy’s Playground].

Jane explained it was a novelty shop selling sexual toys.

I unconsciously muttered:

“An adult shop?”

“Oh.”

Jane’s eyes sparkled at my remark.

Seizing the moment, I added another comment:

“‘Adult’s Store’ might work too.”

“Ooh.”

And just like that, the phrase “Adult’s Store” was added to the signboard.

It was the first trace of me left in this otherworld.

***

A week had passed since I came to [Fairy’s Playground] with Master.

Jane was preparing to go out.

“About the store… Can Lily take care of it?”

“Huh? Me?”

It felt like a bolt from the blue.

I was already busy trying to adjust to this world.

And now I had to manage the store too?

“Lily can do it.”

“Ah, well… I guess.”

“Do your best.”

Her expressionless encouragement was just cute and nothing more.

And just like that, Jane hastily left the store in my hands and went out.

I pouted my lips, but it didn’t change a thing.

“This is insane.”

The sudden turn of events gave me a headache.

The only saving grace was that Jane had left me with a few pieces of advice.

The first was about customers.

‘Nobles won’t visit anyway. If any customers come, they’ll probably be prostitutes. If someone disrespects you, just mention my name.’

In other words, with Jane Batory as my backing, I essentially wielded a legendary sword to fend off troublemakers.

Wow. Such. Helpful. Advice.

“Sigh…”

A sigh escaped me.

The second piece of advice Jane left, surprisingly, was about contraceptives.

A small wooden box containing green ointment.

Jane explained it was a contraceptive.

‘This?’

‘Yes. This ointment is our store’s best-selling item.’

I looked at the box filled to the brim with ointment.

How do you even use this?

I felt like a part-time worker who’d received incomplete training.

What if a customer asks for cigarettes?

“Whatever, it’ll work out somehow.”

It’s not like I’m the actual store owner anyway.

Thinking that way made me feel a bit better.

Sitting quietly at the counter with a full view of the store, I eventually got moving.

I didn’t know why Jane had gone out, but doing nothing made me feel guilty.

“Should I at least clean?”

First, I opened the window.

The air inside was stuffy, as if it hadn’t been ventilated properly.

Many of the items on display were covered in dust.

I found a duster tucked away in a corner and started cleaning.

“Ugh, gross…”

No matter where I looked, penises greeted me in this hellish spectacle.

I regretted following Jane just a tiny, tiny bit.

Though it was vulgar, a reasonable question popped into my head.

How did Jane Batory become interested in dildos?

Is she just a pervert?

Suddenly, that night in the bathroom came to mind.

The way her hands had crept over my body was honestly… unusual.

A rational suspicion arose-maybe she had lesbian tendencies.

“Hmm?”

While dusting, I noticed something unexpected.

Most of the dildos were made of wood.

Of course, not all of them.

Some were made of leather or clay, and there were also elegant-looking white, smooth dildos.

Still, they were far from the materials I knew for adult toys.

“So hard.”

Thinking about it, it’s strange.

Dildos are items that touch the most delicate parts of the human body.

But is it really okay to use such hard materials?

You’d have to try it to know…

“Wait, why am I even thinking about this?”

A sudden moment of clarity hit me.

I decided to shelve the question for later.

After finishing dusting, I started wiping the windows.

Jane had boasted that this was the only store in the area with glass windows.

First, I wiped them with vinegar-mixed water.

Then horizontally on the inside, vertically on the outside.

Finally, a dry cloth to finish.

If I’d had newspaper, I could’ve made them sparkle even more.

As I was lost in thought, I noticed movement outside.

-Clip-clop, clip-clop

Honestly, not a welcome change.

-Neigh!!

“Huh?”

A carriage pulled by two brown horses stopped in front of the store.

The lavishly decorated carriage looked expensive at a glance.

“No way…”

They say “no way” is what kills you.

The first to step out was a maid in a maid uniform.

She looked strikingly similar to what I’d seen in documentaries in my past life-fascinating.

Then, following her, a noblewoman in elegant clothing descended from the carriage.

“Oh no…”

A noble lady with her face veiled.

Her appearance screamed aristocracy, and I massaged my temples.

Jane, Jane… You said nobles wouldn’t come…

“This is insane.”

Fear crept up on me.

Honestly, it was inevitable.

I only had two mental images of nobles.

One was my master, Jane.

Eccentric but kind.

The other was the complete opposite.

The villain who carved an amputation line into my body.

Which one would this lady resemble?

My head throbbed before the customer even entered.

-Ding-a-ling

While I trembled in anxiety, the door opened.

Automatically, I spoke:

“Welcome to Fairy’s Playground.”

The maid who entered first glanced at me and asked:

“Hm? Where’s the store owner?”

I was wearing a collar and a loose shirt-Jane’s, so high-quality, but no commoner wears a collar.

It was only natural she’d ask for the owner instead of me.

I took a deep breath internally and replied calmly:

“Master Jane Batory is currently out.”

I recalled the conversation between the knight and Jane on the day I first woke in this world.

I hope I didn’t phrase it wrong…

Does this world have ridiculous honorific rules too?

My heart raced.

This was an overwhelmingly harsh situation for a slave, the lowest social status.

“Hehe, no need to be so nervous, dear.”

The answer came from the noblewoman.

Fortunately, her reaction didn’t seem bad.

Behind her face veil, I could tell she was smiling.

The maid naturally took a step back.

The noblewoman asked:

“What’s your name?”

Introductions are a standard way to start a conversation.

Yet my heart pounded.

“Maylily.”

It was the first time I’d introduced the name Jane gave me to someone else.

A ticklish feeling in my chest made me fidget with my fingers.

The noblewoman smiled faintly as she watched me.

“I came to buy a nervous disorder treatment tool.”

What?

For a moment, I didn’t understand her.

Thankfully, her gaze was fixed on one spot.

“Ah, this way, please.”

I guided her to the dildo display.

Various materials were showcased-wood, leather, clay, and something ivory-colored and luxurious-looking.

Should I recommend something?

Luckily, the noblewoman already had a material in mind.

“Show me something made of ivory.”

Ah, so the ivory-colored ones are real ivory.

Guess elephants exist in this world too.

I quickly nodded.

“Yes!”

As I scanned the display, I hesitated slightly.

Should I show her a small one?

Or a big one?

Surely showing the wrong one wouldn’t get me beheaded, right?

Countless simulations ran through my head in that brief moment.

This was the first time in both my past and current life I’d thought so hard.

“How about this size?”

What I showed her was clearly a decorative dildo.

It was so large-longer and thicker than my forearm in my past life.

Absolutely impossible to insert.

A natural question arose:

Why on earth did Jane make something like this?

“Oh my…”

The noblewoman covered her mouth in surprise.

Her reaction made my blood run cold.

But then she laughed.

Her laughter was refreshing.

“Could you show me something smaller?”

Phew…

I sighed in relief internally.

The noblewoman’s meticulous dildo selection continued for a while longer.

Whenever I suggested something large, she opted for something smaller-a cycle.

She picked dildos of various shapes.

Once satisfied, she gestured to her maid.

The maid then handed me an envelope.

“Give this to your master.”

“Yes, yes!”

I carefully accepted it with both hands.

The sealed envelope bore the word ‘Rosefield.’

This seemed to be the main point.

The noblewoman swiftly exited.

The maid began packing the selected dildos into wooden boxes.

Uh, what about payment?

As I stood dumbfounded, the maid who hadn’t left yet approached.

She handed me a small note.

“Send the bill to this address.”

“Ah!”

The note had an address written on it.

If I gave this to Jane, she’d handle it.

In the end, I helped the maid carry the boxes.

Perhaps because I helped, she smiled at me-unlike when we first met.

“Thank you! Please come again!”

Please don’t.

As the carriage grew distant, I plopped into a chair.

“Sigh…”

It felt like a storm had passed.

And so, my first sale concluded without incident.

But Jane still hadn’t returned.

Master, when are you coming back…?