"Hermes, please for the rest of your life-- ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

　I let Oltia, who is worshipping me with her hands clasped together, take a bite of the Umeboshi.
　It's a sad scene in a way that is completely lacking in s*x appeal for a situation where you're alone with a popular prostitute in a whorehouse.

How many times in your life do you have to do this?

　Separate each word and strengthen the power of the umeboshi each time.

'Ta-ta-ta!　Okay, that's good!　I usually serve you as much as I can, so you could at least do me a favor.
I'm saying it's a matter of frequency. At least once a month.
'Er, once a week. Once a week, for life, please!
"Anything is possible, make three requests!　Don't be like that!
Tada-tah-tada.

　I gurgle with more umeboshi.
　Oltia jitters in my arms.

　The head just in front of my face smells good, and I can feel the warmth and softness of our bodies interacting.
　Every single nerve directly connected to the lower half of my body feels itchy.

　This guy.........
　It's a lifelong request, but she'll get you to the point where you'll be able to flirt with her naturally.
　I know she's not a great beauty or anything, but I can tell she's popular.

Oh well. So, what's your request?
Well, I'll tell you what, why don't you introduce me to your fat client-- ow, ow, ow, ow!　Hey, what are you doing?

　Ortiz looks up at me with tears in her eyes, real tears in her eyes.

'Oh no, I'm a bit annoyed,'
Don't you dare!　Just hear me out!　No, not that, my sister.
Sister?　You mean the whore.
'Yes!　Her name is Daphne. Daphne, you're the kind of person who would do anything for money.
Anything?
Anything.

　Oltia nodded clearly.

'For example, a va*in*--'
Stop!　I don't want to hear any more specifics than that.
Oh, no, not until you show me you do.
It's a little bit of everything, isn't it?

　I plunged in with all my might.
　For a guy who would do anything for money, it was surprisingly mild, much milder than I imagined.

I'd like you to introduce me to some random customers who can help me out with that. You're an aristocrat, aren't you, Hermes?
That's not f*cking nice.
'Hey!　A lifetime of requests.
Huh, well that's not really a problem.

　I nodded without thinking about it.

　It's not unusual for nobles to introduce such things to each other.
　Because nobles are often married for political reasons.
　Affection rarely develops in a political marriage, and it's not like he can do whatever he wants to his wife. This is because it leads to problems between families.

　And above all, many noblemen have strange s*xual habits.
　I don't know why, but it's very common.

'Hermes-chan is an 'ortiamania' too, right?
'Shut up and don't go into your heart.
No, no, I just shoved it in his face. I've seen the look on your face.
What do you look like?
Hermes, it's far more in your face than you think, isn't it?
....

　Regardless.
　It's rather normal for the aristocrats to introduce each other to the women they can do whatever they want to each other because they have a lot of strange s*xual habits.

　It's normal.

　This is what I've been up to lately.
　It's my mistake in the past.
　If you dare to behave badly, though, it almost always ends up being the opposite.
　But if you act normal, if you do normal things, it's unlikely to happen.

　I changed my policy.

'Okay, if I know any noblemen, I'll bring them to you. By the way, do you have any pictures?　It's easier to introduce them if you have them.
Yeah, here.
Let's see.

　I opened the window and threw the picture I had received into the sky with my dynamic form.

I'm proud of my sister's form.
Don't let reality get in the way. Here. Here's a spare. You can have it.

　Ortiz pushed another one - the same picture as before - into my hand.

　Daphne, the whore who said she would do anything for money - she was a child.
　To be honest, he was a kid who looked like he was only 10 years old.

　And pretty cute.
　He's cute like a doll.

'You can't do this!　That's a crime.
I told you it was my sister. She's a grown-up.
"Huh?
You know, the half-elf, half-dwarf.

　There are many different races around the world, and in a very rare few cases, half-breeds are born.
　If you are born half from one of them, a dwarf father and an elf mother, you will only grow up to about 130 centimeters in your lifetime with dwarven blood, and you will be extremely young and long-lived with elven blood.

　On the outside, you'll be about a human girl forever, and you'll live an amazingly long life.

''Sister Daphne, I'm still over 100 years old for this.
Oh, really?
Well, if you put it back to human years, he's only about ten.
So you're out!
Just please, please!

　Oltia turned to me, clasped her hands together, closed one eye and winked.

'I mean, you don't ask me to do that, do you?
Because, Hermes, you're a bit of a titty boy, aren't you?
Don't pull away!　Don't pull a guy off because he likes tits!　It's the most normal!
No, no, no.

　Ortiz held up her index finger and tsk-tsk.

'Huh?'
'Boob lover is ok. I don't mean that, I mean 'titty-loving to the point of pulling'.
"...what?　Isn't that normal?
"Nononon.

　He shook his index finger again.

"I'm going to hurt you. I'm a prostitute and I'm just pulling out. There are a lot of aristocrats who are a bit perverted.
I'm normal!

　Oh, I'm normal!

Don't worry, I like you, too.
Ugh.....
More importantly, hey. Please. Introduce me to someone who doesn't need tits.

　Oltia looks up at me with her hands together.
　I can't explain it, but I can't help it.

　　　　　☆

　I was about to leave Ortia's room and leave the whorehouse.
　I've been asked to do something, and I've been shocked by a lot of things.
　'Let's go home for the day,' he thought.

'You're done?'

　I came downstairs to the ground floor of the store, and when I walked out into the lobby, he spoke to me.

'Oh, you're--'

　Surprise.
　The king was there.
　The king, whom I had just met before, was dressed like a burglar.

''This is the lord's acquaintance, I understand.

　The man in the shop's maidservant came over and said softly in his ear.

'Ah ... I know you.'

　I saw that the king didn't identify himself by the way he talked to the dwarf messenger.
　I'm only treating him as an acquaintance of mine, a nobleman, and I'm treating him accordingly.
　If they find out that this is the king, it won't be enough for this level.

''Well.........''

　I tried to listen to him, but I wasn't sure what to call him first.

'It's the King,'
King........................

　It's kind of a pseudonym that you want to get into whether or not you want to hide it.
　I didn't want to go into it, I resisted.

"Uh, Mr. King, you wanted to see me?
I just wanted to say something. Okay?　There's the matter of your father, and I'll treat you with a certain amount of respect in front of Mr. Hestia, but that doesn't mean you should be mistaken.
Okay.

　Did you come here to talk about it?
　That's okay then, and I'm a bit relieved.

　There's no way I'm going to get carried away and "misunderstand" my relationship with the king.
　I'm going to live a "normal" life.
　I'm going to live a normal life, the Viscount and the King, and I think I know that normal.

"Hey, Hermes, is this guy rich?
'What?　Oh, well....
You're rich, aren't you? I know you, Hermes.
Yeah.

　I looked at King to see what to do.
　King said, "What's up? He glares at me with a reluctant look on his face.

Hey, introduce me to this guy.
Hmm, I see. I don't want it.

　The King blurted out, "I'm not interested in a girl.

"I'm not interested in just any girl.

　Well, it's the king.
　In that position, women are all sorts of things.
　The last time I saw Hestia, she was afraid to say "her father's woman = her mother," but she didn't seem to be in heat.
　It's not even that Hestia, so Daphne can't do it.

'Don't say that. Come on. You go get your sister Daphne.
Yes!

　At Ortiz's suggestion, the maid boy rushed to the back of the brothel.

'Hm, I don't have time for this.
Excuse me.
'Well, all right, I'm not interested in women, but I do have some questions for you. What's your relationship with Mr. Hestia, tell me more about it.

　Well, it's going to be like this.
　From the King's point of view, it's going to be weird if he doesn't get a good handle on the relationship between me and Hestia.
　So, what do you want to do?

Oh, I'll go with you. I was the one who introduced her to you.
Okay, then make a table.
Yes!

　Perhaps sensing an air of superiority in their mannerisms, both Ortiz and the people in the brothel moved quickly.

　In fact, I'm in a bit of a bind.
　Let's cheat in various ways.

　Let's try to convince them of this.

　I was just thinking that.

"Where would you like to be a customer of Daphne?

　I heard a young girl's voice.
　I looked at the voice and saw a girl about ten years old, appearing in a pretty dress.

　Half dwarf, half elf, half prostitute, Daphne.

　In this way, she's still a child, isn't she?
　It's not possible to get a real age, even if it's over 100.
　After all, she didn't even respond to Hestia's scent.

...fine.
What?

　I thought I heard something bad and quickly turned my head to the side.
　Then I saw King, who had made a begrudging face earlier, looking at Daphne with bloodshot eyes.

'Good, very good,' he said. I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot more information on this.
Yeah.

　King was instantly enthralled with Daphne.

'Is that why you didn't react to Hestia's body odor (pheromones)...?'
Hermes!
Oh, yeah. What?
Is this the girl you want to introduce me to?
'Well, that's what I'm saying, but...'
'Thank you!　Thank you!　I'll definitely thank you for this!

　With that, King took Daphne's hand and went upstairs.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find something to talk about with me, and completely ignore the drinks table that was prepared for me, choosing to be alone with Daphne.

Haha, I knew there were a lot of perverts in the aristocracy.

　Oltia said happily.
　No, more than that.

''It's not good..........''
'What?　What's wrong with that?
I mean, that man's gratitude is definitely not good.
Why?

　

　The king's thanks, it's definitely noticeable.
　Haha.........

　I sighed and my prediction came true.
　And in a pretty bad way.


　It's not a surprise to me that they've been able to find out about prostitution among the nobility, but they can't say so publicly due to the king's popularity.
　The scapegoat for this was the defeat of the Slime Lords.

　I was awarded another Cross Order for defeating the Slime Lords, the fourth.

　This time, the source of the order came directly from the king, and he also issued a very strict gag order not to ask any unnecessary questions.

　Discoveries and speculation made the rumors explode.

　Viscount Cano had brought something more than mithril to His Majesty.
　And the rumors spread like wildfire.