Chapter 104

Chapter 104

104th Episode: Black Street “Are you really okay?” “Yes. I’ve drugged it, so there shouldn’t be any problems. Compared to other monsters, trolls are actually easier to control. Their metabolism is fast, so the drug takes effect almost immediately. Of course, the downside is that their bodies are so big that they detoxify quickly.” Last time, I didn’t have the chance to see Quaidon before going on stage, but this time was different. Whether they had built trust in each other in places I didn’t know, Muren readily allowed me to observe the troll. “Grrr….” The troll, locked in a cage and staring blankly into the air, certainly seemed to be the one I had captured. Trolls all look similar, but it seemed right. The build and body were also similar. And considering the timing, it must be the one I caught. “…Damn it.” “Is there a problem?” “No, nothing’s wrong.” When I muttered to myself, Muren asked with a puzzled look, but I couldn’t bring myself to say that I had caught it, so I had no choice but to shake my head as if it was nothing. Muren looked at me with suspicion, but he seemed to think it was nothing, as he soon turned his gaze away from me. “By the way, it’s huge.” The sight of a giant, probably 2.5 meters tall, or maybe even taller, sitting quietly was quite impressive. Of course, it wasn’t just the height that was big; if you looked down, there was something that could only be described as amazing. Muren nodded, agreeing with my words as he looked at the troll. “Yes, it’s a coincidence, but the troll we caught this time is particularly larger than other individuals.” “Really? I thought there would be even bigger trolls than that….” According to the guild’s information, the average troll is 2.5 meters tall. I had heard that some individuals can exceed 3 meters, so I didn’t think the one I caught was particularly large. I wondered if I had a poor sense of scale, but Muren shook his head at my words. “Ah, I’m not talking about height.” “…Wait, are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” “Yes. That’s it.” Even though it was a somewhat sensitive topic, he confirmed my guess without changing his expression. I had subconsciously thought he wouldn’t be like that because he didn’t talk about sexual things, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Well, it would be a little difficult for someone who organizes such a show to be sexually innocent. I inwardly revised my assessment of Muren and asked him again. “How big is it?” “Well, considering the expansion rate, wouldn’t it be at least 20 inches?” “…At least?” “Yes. That’s the minimum estimate.” That’s already a length that can’t fit inside a person’s body. Normally, instead of feeling pleasure, wouldn’t your internal organs rupture and you die first? I’d be okay, but what about the other women before me…? Still, there was magic like last time, so maybe they were okay. “….” Muren stared at me silently. His eyes seemed to be asking if I wanted to quit now. But I responded to his gaze with a subtle smile. “Sounds interesting.” “…With the power of magic, you won’t die. But it will still be painful, so be careful.” I understood what he meant. Just because the elasticity of the body increases with magic doesn’t mean the sensation changes. When I carried Quaidon’s egg, I still had a strange feeling of discomfort in my stomach, along with a burdensome sense of expansion. “It’s okay.” But I answered him with a smile. That strange pain was actually a point of pleasure. // The show was scheduled to open tomorrow. Since there was no such thing as a rehearsal for a stage show, I was told that I could rest without doing anything for a day. Of course, it was called resting, but it was practically abandonment. There was nothing to do in a room with only a bed and a few pieces of furniture. “…So, you’re saying you followed me?” Muren muttered in disbelief as he looked at me, but I was confident. What else was I supposed to do in a situation where all I could do in such a confined space was masturbate? And masturbation is masturbation. I didn’t want to embarrassingly masturbate when there were plenty of men to soothe my body just one floor down. “Or you could use me, Muren. Even though I look like this, I’m still young, so I’m good at squeezing. It’ll feel pretty good, you know?” “…That’s an attractive offer, but unfortunately, I’m too busy today to do that.” “Then send me three or four men to my room.” “They’re busy too.” Muren refused my request as if it wasn’t even worth considering. I understand that he’s busy because the show is tomorrow, but I can’t accept that I have to be stuck in my room all day. “Then give me some work to do. I’ll help with anything I can.” It was like volunteering to be exploited for passion pay, but I’d rather be exploited than be stuck in a solitary room staring blankly at the wall. I’m used to being eaten by men anyway, or you could just tie me up and leave me in the underground plaza like last time. “That’s quite a tempting offer, but I think productivity would probably decrease if you got involved.” Hmm, maybe so. They’d probably put work aside and focus on touching or harassing me. I’d be hoping for that, but Muren, as the manager, wouldn’t like that kind of behavior. “Then, how about motivating them by saying they can use me as much as they want after the work is done…?” “Well, it might have an effect in the short term, but if we set such a precedent, it will be difficult in the future. You’re different from other women. You’re not going to keep working here, and the stage has its own rules.” Muren answered my suggestion skeptically. But listening to him, there was a valid reason in his words. I enjoy this kind of behavior, but most women don’t. If you think about it from their perspective, they’re being gang-raped by men and then having to show nobles them being raped by trolls on stage the next day. …Now that I think about it, that’s a bit cruel. It’s a bleak situation where it wouldn’t be strange to commit suicide. Is Muren trying to protect other women besides me by not involving me with the men in the stage? I had such thoughts for a moment, but I soon smiled bitterly and shook my head. Protection my ass, it’s just keeping them alive to run the show as smoothly as possible. They’re not philanthropists, and this is the underground plaza. Such backgrounds are not new. It’s worse than in Lakers, but essentially not that different. “Okay. Then I’ll be quiet, so tell me what the show is about this time.” Even if you bring in a troll, you can’t know exactly what will happen with just that. How would I know what kind of hobbies the club’s perverted members have? But Muren just smiled bitterly and shook his head. “There’s no content in this show.” “…Huh?” “This client is quite simple. Your role is just to go on stage, there’s nothing else to do.” That’s what happened last time, but wouldn’t it be better to have a story if possible? When I asked Muren, thinking that, he gave an answer that seemed tired for some reason. “I think so too, but surprisingly, there are many people who don’t think that way. Also, there are some practical problems.” “…I think I understand.” I had heard how difficult it is to deal with nobles or people with money. I looked at Muren with pity and patted him on the back. // Deciding to endure the boredom and quietly stay in my room to practice breathing exercises, someone knocked on my door.

-Knock, knock.

“….?” Because of that, I had no choice but to hesitate for a moment. There are hardly any people who would come to see me on this stage, and there are even fewer people who would do such a gentlemanly act as knocking. “Excuse me, do you have some time?” Opening the door just in case, I saw Muren holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand. I smiled with amusement because I never thought he would come. “Heh, you said you wouldn’t come.” “Work finished early. I was wondering if you’d like to have a drink.” “Are you just going to have a drink and leave?” “…I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t intend to-” “It’s okay. Well, everyone says that at first.” Muren looked flustered when I cut off his answer. Even if he didn’t intend to, what if I did? I let him into the room and asked him as I moved the table. “Do you hate women who have been defiled by monsters?” “I don’t really care about that kind of thing.” Then there’s no problem. As the yellow liquid filled the glass, a pungent scent filled the room. Personally, I don’t really enjoy alcohol. Rather, it’s more accurate to say that I enjoy the atmosphere. In this world where there aren’t many things to enjoy, alcohol and sex were quite simple entertainment.

-Clink.

The glass containing the crimson liquid collided, making a clear sound. Glass is not that precious in this world, but still, a glass made of glass is quite a high-end item. Seeing that, maybe Muren has feelings inside, even if he doesn’t say so out loud. When I poured the whiskey into my mouth, a burning sensation surged from beyond my throat. It was quite a strong drink to enjoy lightly. We drank and talked like that. “Aren’t you afraid of trolls?” “Well, I’m not that scared. Rather than being scared… no, it’s just… yeah.” “That’s unusual. Usually women are drugged, but you don’t need that.” Drugs, if I wanted to get drunk, it wouldn’t matter, but personally, I prefer to be more sober. And hallucinogens can disrupt the body’s balance in the long term, so I should avoid them as much as possible. “Is it convenient?” “Well, it’s not necessarily a good thing… but still, I can’t deny it.” “Hmph, you can just honestly call me a dirty and lewd whore.” When I said with a smile, Muren also answered with a light smile. “If I said that, wouldn’t I just be spitting in my own face?” I was a little surprised that someone from the underworld could say that. That means he’s doing the job against his will. I chuckled at the answer and refilled my glass with whiskey. “That’s true. Then let’s have another drink between dirty and lewd people.” Was it because of the alcohol? My body was gradually heating up. ———= Author’s Notes ———= Gyaaa, I’m sorry for being late. I’ve been too busy to write… I’ll make up for the amount I couldn’t write this time with a multi-part post someday.