Chapter 108

Chapter 109: Haruhi’s First Time (3,000-word chapter, please subscribe!)

Inside the brothel was just as Far Eastern in style as the exterior. The building connected several adjacent houses, with open paper shoji screens and fine wooden floors. Wide corridors surrounded by paper sliding doors carved with various floral patterns.

The panels separating rooms lined up in rows, from which the sounds of lively banquets could be heard. Wooden red pillars and railings were brightly colored.

As a regular customer, Hermes led Izay through twists and turns, quickly passing the complex forecourt area to enter the inner pavilion.

Walking along the corridor inside, one could see an elegant courtyard with a clear pond adorned with fireflies emitting soft green light. The green lights danced gracefully while a deer statue at the center of the pond let out a crisp “tink.”

Upon reaching the farthest corner, also the largest annex, facing the Amazonian woman guarding the entrance, Hermes maintained his usual charming smile.

But he didn’t step forward further. Instead, he nudged Izay’s shoulder and whispered in a voice only they could hear,

“Hurry up, little bro Izay, it’s your turn now~”

“Ah? What do you mean?”

For a moment, Izay was utterly confused.

Who was it that said they’d bring him to experience the new world?

Why did they stop before even entering?

“Hem hem, Izay little bro… visiting the pleasure quarter costs money, you understand what I mean, right? Similarly, entering this top-tier establishment also requires payment. Got it?”

Hermes awkwardly coughed twice.

Actually, there was another reason why he approached Izay besides his interest in the boy.

—He had no money~

To be precise, he was forced not to carry any.

Before leaving in the evening, Hermes clearly remembered placing his money and energy drinks in his bag.

But upon arriving at the pleasure quarter, he discovered the money missing from his bag!

Unsurprisingly, Asfi likely took the money to prevent him from visiting the pleasure quarter.

So Hermes had almost given up.

But then Izay appeared!

Giving Hermes renewed hope!

“Wow… You don’t have any money?”

Izay stared at Hermes with a look of disbelief, making the self-proclaimed gentleman deity feel immense pressure.

What kind of deity would think of freeloading off him?

Is that polite?

“Sorry, Izay little bro! Just this once! Please, just this once!? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime request! Next time we come, I’ll definitely make it up to you!”

Hermes bowed his head, hands clasped together in a slight bow, his tone sincere and pleading.

Once again, Izay realized how unreliable deities in this world could be.

Ancients say one shouldn’t bow for five pecks of rice.

And here you are, a deity, begging him just to visit the flower street.

A once-in-a-lifetime request suddenly seemed so cheap.

Despite myriad thoughts swirling in his mind, Izay sighed, pulled out a pouch of coins from behind, and handed it to Hermes.

“You go negotiate. Remember to pay me back the rest.”

“Got it! Leave it to me!”

After paying two ten-thousand Valis for the entry ticket, Izay and Hermes entered this top-tier annex.

“The women here usually don’t go out to serve customers, you know? They might occasionally appear in the outer compartments at fixed times during the day, but at night, they stay here waiting for high-class guests.”

Once inside the annex, Hermes grinned again and began explaining to Izay, who was visiting for the first time.

“Izay little bro, see those five floors in this annex? Generally speaking, the prostitutes hoping to be visited by guests stay on the first floor. To earn money, the first floor is always the most bustling.”

“Then there’s the second floor. Since some can’t secure spots on the first floor, they settle for the second. After all, for prostitutes, customers need to be competed for~”

“But in reality, isn’t it the same for the customers? You can compare based on this pattern. The third and fourth floors follow the same logic.”

Hermes spoke eloquently, truly knowing a lot!

“So, Izay little bro, which floor do you plan to visit today according to this pattern?”

The deity slung an arm around Izay’s shoulders, seemingly letting Izay choose.

Wherever Izay went, Hermes would follow.

Not for any other reason but because he had no money.

It wasn’t enough to be on the same floor; it would be better if they were in adjacent rooms!

Otherwise, if Izay ran off the next morning, Hermes would be utterly devastated.

At that point, if Goddess Ishtar found out he came to freeload on prostitution, he’d be dead meat!

“Hmm… Fifth floor.”

Without much thought, Izay followed his instincts and answered.

“Eh~ Fifth floor, Izay little bro has good taste~”

“Why’s that?”

“Many prostitutes who aren’t worried about getting customers wait quietly on the fifth floor for tonight’s lucky ones. Understand? But they’re mostly expensive~”

“…Probably.”

Meaning those beautiful faces somewhat famous in the area, right?

That should be called confidence without fear?

“Oh yeah, I have some energy drinks. Izay little bro, want a bottle?”

“No thanks, you keep them. I don’t need them.”

Upon entering the fifth floor, the air was filled with a musky scent, slightly invigorating.

Hermes walked ahead the entire time, closely following behind, clearly intending to find a room adjacent to Izay’s.

Izay didn’t bother with him and continued following his intuition.

Compared to the boisterous atmosphere below, the fifth floor was eerily quiet. Walking around the corridor, Izay finally stopped in front of a paper door, feeling like he was drawing cards.

Hopefully, the “Revelation” wouldn’t steer him wrong…

Taking a deep breath, Izay slid open the paper door and stepped inside.

Hermes raised an eyebrow upon seeing this, glancing between the left and right sides of the room Izay entered, ultimately choosing the left side to enter. The corridor returned to silence.

The room was dim, seemingly a reception hall, with carefully woven grass underfoot.

It resembled tatami mats in Izay’s memory but felt exceptionally smooth, undoubtedly a special plant from the dungeon.

The only source of light in the room came from the faint glow seeping through a crack in the door ahead, likely deliberately left ajar. The Magic Stones’ golden-like glow illuminated the space.

Gently pulling the paper door open, the sound startled a young girl gazing at the moonlit night through a circular window.

Lustrous golden hair, emerald eyes.

Golden ears and a fluffy tail approximately a meter long marked her as a beastkin.

Her face lay somewhere between a girl’s innocence and a woman’s allure, delicate and mesmerizingly beautiful, possessing a purity lacking in other courtesans.

A black collar adorned her pale neck, and a vibrant red embroidered kimono wrapped her slender figure, its black sash accentuating her curves at the waist and enhancing the fullness of her chest.

She was sitting sideways, gazing out the circular window when Izay entered.

Her dainty feet, clad in white tabi socks, were visible, toes curled elegantly as she knelt.

Just moments ago, she seemed lost in thought, her fluffy tail swaying gently.

However, it quickly stilled as she noticed Izay, seemingly already understanding what she needed to do.

“Long have I waited, master.”

With three fingers touching the ground, she bowed gracefully, her voice flowing like a clear spring.

“This night, I, Haruhi, shall attend to your needs.”

“Hmm… Are you nervous?”

Seeing the vixen before him, Izay internally praised the reliability of his “Revelation.”

“Revelation” forever reigns supreme!

Simultaneously, he noticed the girl’s unease.

Her trembling furry ears, the slight swaying of her tail, and her wandering gaze all highlighted her anxiety.

“…Yes, tonight… is Haruhi’s first solo reception… I hope the master will be merciful…”

Sitting on her knees before Izay, she hesitantly revealed her reason, her face already flushed pink from their conversation alone.

First time?

Izay froze.

Could this be considered a stroke of luck?

Ah, no…

Seemed nothing was amiss here.

Don’t misjudge the profession of courtesan; there are many rules involved.

To become a proficient courtesan, one needs not only beauty but also experience, skills, and attitude towards guests, all essential qualities.

Beauty aside, those experiences and skills require someone to teach them, and learning takes time.

Upon closer inspection:

Though the southeast district was indeed the largest pleasure quarter in Orario, surprisingly, there were no particularly young females here. Most were mature women or older sisters.

From this, it was evident that this place wasn’t without limits.

Younger ones were still in training, waiting to reach the acceptable age before serving clients.

Or they might be directly chosen by Goddess Ishtar to receive blessings, subsequently being assimilated into her value system.

Izay recalled that Haruhi was the same age as Ais.

Ais was fifteen this year, meaning the vixen before him was likely the same age.

Fifteen years old, barely meeting the service standard?

That made perfect sense!

Haruhi saying it was her first time tonight? No problem!

“What’s wrong? Does Haruhi displease you, master?”

While Izay was pondering, Haruhi mustered the courage to cautiously lean toward him, whispering softly.

Her breath carried the unique fragrance of youth, snapping Izay back to reality as he shook his head.

“Not at all. I just remembered something. Sit down first, shall we chat a bit?”

Certainly, Izay was tempted by the vixen offering herself willingly.

There’s a saying: If meat is served, not eating it is wasteful.

Even if it might be hard to swallow, tasting it wouldn’t hurt.

However, that’s assuming no one is eavesdropping from the dark corners behind the closed door at this moment.

Doing anything now would be like live streaming.

Sigh…

Can’t handle it… Can’t handle it…