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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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The moon was hidden behind clouds, cloaking the night in darkness.
Ironically, it was on such nights that certain places shone brightest.
The red-light district.
The streets Ed walked were bathed in a lurid crimson glow, a color known to heighten arousal.
Men, driven by lust, roamed the streets, their eyes bloodshot, their groins straining.
They sized up the women on display, searching for the night’s companion.
“Hey there, handsome~ Come have some fun with us. We’ll treat you real nice.”
The women, seeing a well-dressed customer like Ed, became even more aggressive, sensing a lucrative opportunity.
“Not interested.”
Ed ignored their calls, heading towards his destination: the Pleasure Tower, the largest entertainment establishment in the red-light district.
It was the perfect place to gather information about the Arzier territory.
“Welcome, sir. Payment first, please.”
Large men blocked the entrance, demanding a deposit.
The Pleasure Tower catered to a select clientele: nobles and wealthy merchants.
The deposit served as a quick way to filter out the riffraff.
“Will this suffice?”
Ed presented a plaque bearing the Imperial crest of the Demon Eye and three intertwined dragons ascending to the heavens.
“Th-Th-This is…!”
The crest, signifying Imperial recognition, and the three dragons, indicating a person of high importance within the Imperial court, spoke volumes.
Only those close to the Imperial Family or exceptionally wealthy individuals possessed such a plaque.
“W-Welcome! Right this way, sir!”
Ed was escorted inside.
The guards whispered to the staff at the counter, and a golden light flashed through the tower.
A sign at the entrance displayed the word “VIP.”
“Welcome, honored guest.”
Women lined the red carpet, bowing their heads in unison.
A woman in a neat suit approached, offering to escort him to the top floor.
He stepped into the Formula-powered elevator, ascending to the highest level.
As the doors opened, thirteen beautiful women greeted him, each stunningly attractive.
“Welcome, honored guest.”
They lined up, bowing slightly, revealing glimpses of cleavage and thighs, a deliberate yet alluring display.
“It’s an honor to serve such a distinguished guest.”
A middle-aged woman, the madam of the Pleasure Tower, approached.
“These ladies are all yours tonight, sir. Each one is exceptional. Take your pick.”
She gestured for him to choose, but Ed responded immediately.
“I’ll take them all.”
The madam’s eyes widened in surprise.
“S-Sir… you’re very generous. But these ladies… their services are not cheap.”
“That’s fine. Have them all come to a room. How many others are available?”
The madam stammered, clearly flustered.
“Y-You mean… all of them…?”
“Yes.”
She covered her mouth with her hand, then called for her assistant to check the number of available women.
In the meantime, she eagerly presented a menu of services: pleasure-enhancing drugs, aesthetic massages, sensual baths, erotic entertainment, music and dancing…
“Madam…!”
The assistant returned with the information.
“Thirty-eight are currently available. Excluding the lower-tier ladies on the first and second floors, there are eight…”
“No, have them all come up.”
The madam was taken aback again.
“A-All thirty-eight… sir?”
“Yes. All of them.”
After a moment of hesitation, the madam, ever the businesswoman, composed herself and smiled.
She wouldn’t refuse such a lucrative offer.
“Forgive my surprise, sir. I’ll have them all brought up. What kind of services would you like?”
“None of that. Just the main course. Prepare a room large enough for all of them.”
She bowed deeply and retreated.
Twenty minutes later, fifty-one women filled the room designed for group encounters.
Ed instructed them to gather around him.
“I will give you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known.”
He retrieved a device from his inventory: a diffuser that vaporized liquid hallucinogens.
Combined with a Formula, it could induce orgasmic hallucinations.
“Inhale deeply.”
He activated the diffuser and put on a mask himself.
As the room filled with purple smoke, the women’s eyes glazed over.
The drug was taking effect.
‘Now for the Formula.’
He tore a Formula scroll, activating it.
It was a truth serum, designed to inflict pain when the subject lied and relief when they told the truth.
‘But my modified version…’
His version induced pleasure when the subject told the truth, a perfect tool for extracting confessions.
“I have some questions for you.”
He wanted to know everything about the Arzier territory: the local affairs, the rumors, the secrets known only to the residents.
These women, who catered to everyone from commoners to nobles, would have the information he needed.
“The first to answer will experience ecstasy.”
It was time to learn the truth about his territory.
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“It’s worse than I thought.”
Ed’s face was grim.
The information he had gathered over the past three hours painted a bleak picture.
‘The people are suffering.’
The exorbitant taxes levied by the previous count had crippled the local economy.
Families were so desperate that they were sending their daughters and wives into prostitution.
The thriving red-light district was a symptom of the territory’s decay.
‘Count Arzier… he was worse than I imagined.’
The mines, the territory’s primary source of income, were mismanaged.
The miners were underpaid, leading to several uprisings, all brutally suppressed by the Count’s private army.
‘A typical tyrant.’
A corrupt ruler who cared only for his own enrichment and neglected his duties.
The result: a territory overrun with beggars, prostitutes, and bandits – ordinary citizens driven to desperation.
‘The most pressing issue…’
There were signs of demonic activity: secret rituals held every full moon, women offered as sacrifices, whispers of power… all hallmarks of a demonic cult.
There was no doubt a cult was operating within his territory.
“That’s enough. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Having obtained the information he needed, Ed induced orgasms in all the women, sending them into a blissful state of hallucinatory lovemaking.
He blurred the lines between hallucination and reality to ensure they wouldn’t remember revealing sensitive information.
“How much?”
He asked the madam, who greeted him outside the room, for the total cost.
She named an exorbitant sum, which Ed paid without hesitation.
It was a fortune to an ordinary person, but pocket change to him.
“P-Please come again, sir! We’ll prepare the best service imaginable for you!”
The madam showered him with flattery as he made his way to the exit.
He left the tower and disappeared into the night.
The madam rushed to the room where Ed had been, only to find…
“Wh-What beast…? How…?”
…fifty-one women sprawled across the floor, still in the throes of ecstasy.
Rumors of a “Virility King” began to spread.
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[T/N: THE GOAT]
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wow this novel is better than any r18/r19 novels I have read before
Would you look at that, an AIRGASM.