It's whispered that eons ago, the Chaos deity Endrol summoned an enormous magical creature of a rectangular form to traverse alternate dimensions. It is said to possess a body forged of steel; one which granted it the speed and strength of a land wyvern. Those unfortunate enough to succumb to this beast would subsequently find themselves transported into this world.

 

To be considered as a ‘living’ being in this world, the absolute lowest [ Mana ] limit must be at least ‘1’. A person can have ‘0’ [ Health ] and still  be regarded as alive, but in a state of coma.

 

[ Mana ] is the link that directly ties a being to the reality of this world. Therefore, when someone arrives from a plane where [ Mana ] is non-existent, the 'System' tries to rectify the discrepancy by reducing their attributes beyond '0' (0 - 1), which inversely max out everything they have.

 

 

This is why almost every major cities has established some method to ‘catch’ Travelers, once they're inevitably sent here; abusing the loophole in the ’System’ for their own agenda. For just a minimal and consistent level of daily [ Mana ], a organization might stand to gain a significant power on the political scale - if they can convince these Travelers to join their cause.

The overweight man yanks the rope, tightening the leash around her neck as he drives his rod deeper into her overused opening. The consequences of years of unbridled sexual indulgence have taken their toll on his genital, leaving it afflicted with ailments that even magical remedies couldn't cure. Pus oozes from clusters of bumps that have surfaced along the length of his manhood, as atop of this glans burned with an unhealthy red rash. Such a state would likely be repulsive even by the most unscrupulous prostitute upon close examination.

 

 

However, the girl lying in bed, with long black hair obscuring most of her eyes, appeared not to mind; in fact, she displayed no emotions at all. After several more consistent thrusts and a grunt, he emptied himself into her virginal membrane. The man then withdraws from her and is positioned next to the girl's head. He gives a a few rough rubs and finishes expelling his load on her face.

 

"Not so tough now, are you? Whore," the man said victoriously, grinning as he looked down at the girl.

 

 

Despite all this, her reaction remains stoic.

* Dancing Kitty - 9:30pm *

 

I could feel her gaze cutting into me even without looking; I knew she didn't care about such matters, but she always made it visible that she would bring this subject up later down the line.

 

Dancing Kitty was undoubtedly a brothel through and through. The establishment came alive with excitement as the staff walked around in bikinis meant to reveal more than they concealed. The women were fresh looking, with their outfits designed to showcase every inch of their bodies, leaving little to imagination. Their curves and skin tone were perfectly highlighted by the skimpy attire, making them even more appealing to men looking for some fun.

 

 

Madam Miranda walked over to us as she had before, but only offered a verbal greeting this time around. I could guessed the notion - even if she had wiped it off, the fact that she rushed over after sitting next to a client suggested that she was ‘working’. Perfectly fine with me, as I didn’t want to wash my hands afterward.

 

Her attire had taken on an even more scandalous edge than before, yet it still managed to maintain her esteemed position as the proprietress of this establishment.

 

 

I informed her of my desire for a private room, a space where the wife could express herself freely during our stay.

 

"I'd love to accommodate you, but with bookings being so packed, it's nearly impossible to reserve a room for the entire night without requesting one of our girls," Miranda responded with a false sense of concerned, resting her cheek on her hand.

 

To this, I grumbled internally at the unfortunate turn of events.

 

Just as I was preparing to thank her for her time and make my exit, Miranda spoke with an enigmatic glint in her eye.

 

“I’d hate to turn you away at this late hour,” she offered with a hint of concern.

 

“The recipe you taught our head chef has already made quite the impression on our local clientele,"

 

"If you're simply seeking a place to rest, you can always use my room instead," Miranda suggested.

 

I turned to look at Serah, she remained silent.

 

"Oh, don't worry about any disturbances," Miranda jokes, "With so many guests, I won't have usage for my room tonight".

As I strolled down the lengthy corridor on the third floor, faint moans echoed from behind each door we passed. A select few individuals paced about, their steps probably either leading them to or from an intense intimacy session.

 

My attention was drawn to this couple - no, two people moving in the opposite direction of our path.

 

What struck me as peculiar was the girl with her long black hair; she didn't appear to be one of the establishment's employees. Her modestly sized breasts and untrimmed pubic area were barely covered by drapes rather than the eccentric clothing worn by the workers here.

 

Her face exhibited no emotion, all traces of life seemingly drained away, leaving behind an empty shell of a woman.

 

 

By her side walked a well-dressed chubby man, holding a leash attached to a collar around her neck. His luxurious attire was stretching the fabric to its limits. He wore a ring bearing the crest of the Bel'zahar phoenix; no doubt someone of political importance within the Empire.

 

"I didn't see this one on the menu," the man inquired as we halted a half meter away, his tone filled with curiosity while looking at Serah.

 

"She's actually my wife," I responded with a forced, yet polished smile.

 

"Haha! Then I must apologize and commend you for such bravery in bringing her to such an establishment," he replied with a hearty, rumbling laugh.

 

Serah is usually never interested my false bantering with other people; this time is no different.

 

“And to you as well, for being the lucky owner of the ‘Hero of Lankrish’”, I responded, finally remembering where I’ve seen this girl from.

 

12 years ago, the Bel'zahar Empire was embroiled in a civil conflict the the noble House of Lankrish. Due to their island estate's vast distance from the empire, they believed they could evade the empire's grasp. Initially, it began with dodging taxes and then shunning the Empire’s conscription altogether. Eventually, tensions escalated into an open confrontation.

 

Had it not been for this Traveler arriving on that very island, the Empire would have easily triumphed in crushing the rebel.

 

6 months she held Empire's navy from storming the island. Nearly destroyed half of their armada in the process.

 

And the reward she got for using all her powers to protect them?

 

Shackled in chains by the Lankrish upon their surrender, and was handed over to the Empire as a condition of peace. It was presumed that she was executed for committing high treason against the state.

 

“Execution, missing in action, retired in a remote location…”

 

Examples of lies counties feed to the masses.

 

I activates { True Identification } to confirm my suspension.

 

[ Level: 1 ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Gender: Female ]
[ Health: 1 / 1 ]  
[ Mana: 1 / 1 ]
[ Stamina: 1 / 1]
[ Strength: 1 ]
.
.
.

 

Even when all their stats are gone, rendering them a living corpses, 'Travelers' are still priced highly, especially the females...

 

To own an entity of unparalleled power, to have it grovel beneath their feet was a status symbol they relished in possessing; trophies for the wealthy and powerful elites.

 

“Hero?” the man scoffed,

 

“More like the 'Whore of Lankrish'!” he declared, spitting droplets from his mouth.

 

“I do apologize; I'm merely reciting from literature" I explained calmly with a practice bow.

 

“Then you sir, have been studying the wrong texts”

 

“Though, the 'Hero of Lankrish' does 'excites' me more when saying out loud”, the man said with a dark grin.

 

“Anyway, I must be off. I bid you and your lovely wife a pleasant night”, giving the leash a good yank and led the girl away.

I responded in kind, something similar minus the wife part.

 

Miranda's personal room was a pleasant surprise, as it wasn't adorned with erotic colors or outrageous furniture typically found in brothels. In fact, it was rather modest compared to the larger rooms her girls conduct business in.

 

Serah approached the drawer beside the bed and nonchalantly peered inside. This was a bad habit of hers, especially when she found herself in someone else's room without the owner present - almost like she was on a mission to uncover the most scandalous item concealed within their quarters.

 

 

I set my bag down on the table near the window, retrieving a notebook and pen from its depths. Neatly, I scatter the contents of a small coin pouch that I had secretly stashed in my pocket onto the table surface.

 

"I thought you were going to cleave the piggy," I casually attempted to engage in conversation.

 

"Hmm? Did he say something insulting?" Serah asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.

 

He had referred to her as a prostitute, but if she hadn't caught it, so I decided to play dumb and act like it never happened.

 

"I suppose not"

 

As I was jotting down today's earnings and expenses, the sound of something like her shoes hit the floor. Glancing, I found her already complete nude, sitting on the bed with a dildo in hand.

 

"Could you please put that back where you found it?" I requested, returning to my calculations.

 

Serah reluctantly compiled by closing the drawer with the object inside. She sauntered over to where I was seated and draped her naked arm across my shoulder, leaning in close.

 

"Let's do what you would when getting a room at a brothel~" she murmured seductively into my ear.

 

I knew it was going to come back...

 

"I’ll be right there after this calculation" I replied, trying to maintain a composed facade.

 

Serah's gaze flickered over to the unorganized pile gold and silver coins on the table, as well as the digits in the notebook that contained our financial records.

 

"174 gold and 19 silvers," she whispered softly, then pulled away from me and settled herself comfortably onto the bed.

After several minutes, I confirmed it was indeed that exact number when added up. Though the amount was somewhat off since it was a collection of different currencies. Though her information was not at all usable, I still think it's scary how quickly she can process data.

 

After several minutes, I confirmed it was indeed that exact number when added up. Though the amount was somewhat off since it was a collection of different currencies. Though her information was not at all usable, I still think it's scary how quickly she can process data.

 

At times, she can function like 30 brains linked together, but decides to operate on 3 brain cells in most situations.

 

I neatly put away my notebook, pen and pouch into the bag, then pull out a stack of parchments. These were high level defensive scrolls that weaved together to be used instantaneously at the same time.

 

{ Steel Body }
{ Stamina Boost }
{ Health Boost }
{ Max Endurance }
{ Stone Skin }
{ Healing Ward }
{ Iron Wall }
{ Acceleration }
…
And half a dozen more.

 

These were essential in order to roll around in bed with Serah; especially the defensive ones. One time during our intimate session, she lost herself in passion and accidentally snapped off my manhood. Fortunately, healing magic was enough to place it back together, but I never want to relive that moment again. The rest are just supplementary.

 

The whole stack was no means easy to come by. Each scroll ranged from around 20 to 50 silvers a piece; and there's more than a dozen in a stack.

 

From an economic perspective, I’d use less money when buffing up for a dungeon boss than to have sex the woman. Nobody can convince me that having a wife isn’t expensive.

 

I could activate each Skill manually, but I don’t like to keep the lady waiting.

 

Placing a hand on the stack of parchment, a strange fire ignited within the paper, burning brightly without producing heat. Within seconds, all of the spells' effects were seamlessly applied to me.

 

Feeling reinvigorated from the magical boost, I hopped onto the bed and spread Serah's legs wide apart, pressing my erect cock teasingly against her slit. I continue to grind my shaft against her outlet wall so that she’ll be wet enough to take me.

 

 

“Oh my~ aren’t you extra eager today” she teased playfully.

I thrust the full length of my arousal deep within her tight cavern as she let out a surprised gasp.

 

 

Seizing the opportunity further, I mercilessly ravaged her core without pause until it erupted , painting her walls white upon withdrawal.

 

 

Breathless and disheveled, Serah lay sprawled on the ground to catch her bearings. With a grin, I hoisted her up into position and aligned my stiffened member at her other orifice.

 

"W-wait, it's dirty back there!" she stuttered nervously, covering her mouth in shock.

 

"I think it's time for some payback after all your taunting," I declared with a sly smirk as I began to force my way into her rectum.

 

 

I continued to penetrate her, alternating between both openings with each explosive release.

 

It had been at least two hours since we started going at it, and my passion was running high - so much so that I didn't even notice the curious individual peeking through the slight door opening…