Demon World’s Brothel - Demon World's Brothel – Chapter 85

“I bought you this,” Charak declared passionately after their embrace ended. “Here!”

He pulled out the item he purchased at the vendor on the way over. It wasn’t even boxed or wrapped. He just thrust it into her face. She blinked slightly, and then reached out and took it. It resembled a belt with leather and a buckle. There was some kind of gem attached to it in the front, but it seemed a bit too short to fit around her waist.

“This is… a collar?” She blinked, giving him a strange look.

“I’ve seen other women put things around their neck,” he responded stiffly. “Do-do you not like it?”

“No, I love it!” She quickly denied it, immediately opening the collar. “Can you help me put it on?”

“Y-yes!” He fumbled with the buckle, but eventually managed to strap it on.

As she said, it was a dog collar! It might have been a fancy dog collar found in the former mansion of some rich person, but it was still undeniable. Charak seemed so happy, but I couldn’t help but put my palm on my face. I knew that my entire goal had been to foster such interactions, but I had never imagined just how unromantic demons would be. Even Charak, who had been exposed to more women than any other demon besides me seemed to completely misunderstand them.

After he finished getting her collar on, she turned around and smiled, her fingers gently touching the collar. “It’s like… you own me.”

His expression tightened slightly. “I talked to my boss. He’s increasing my pay. It will only be a few moments before I can free you from your contract. You won’t be owned by Sal anymore. I’ll free you. I swear it!”

“That would be wonderful.” She smiled at him, but her eyes seemed to hold some sadness.

“Given how Sal treats these women, will she even last that long?” I muttered.

“It’s not likely. She knows her time is limited. However, she wants to enjoy what little she has left with your bodyguard.”

“I see… I see…” I nodded, scratching my chin. “And it also seems like Sal is turning these women into slaves. They’re not just being used as tools. He’s turned them into commodities.”

“Is that so surprising? Sal only cares about wealth and power. If he can get demons hooked on women, the powerful generals will all be jumping to buy their favorite girl. It’s only wealth for him.”

As I was listening to the answer, I realized I wasn’t thinking out loud, but someone was speaking behind me. I turned back in shock.

“It’s you!”

“Why can’t it be me?”

“What’s your name again? Rhea?”

The woman I had encountered the last time I snuck into Sal’s was now behind me. She was crouched down low, which in the dress she was wearing, exposed most of her cleavage as well as a leg. She had a slight smirk on her face as she stared at me as if my presence amused her.

“Did you honestly forget our night together?” she asked, “You wound me. I’ve been waiting countless weeks for you to come save me, and yet you never arrived.”

She leaned forward, causing even more of her impressive chest to appear as she pursed her lips in a pout, her face very close to mine.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. “I’ve been busy.”

Her eyes flickered over my body consideringly, and then she sat back again. “I’ve heard. The soup kitchen was an incredible idea. Sal has tried to control the human population by promising them meals, but you subverted his attempts by offering food for free. Sal is quite irritated by the existence of what he calls that inferior demon scum.”

“That’s rich coming from that fat fuck,” I responded. “You never answered my question though. What are you doing here?”

“Fat fuck? I’m sure any woman he’s sampled would have a similar description.” She giggled. “As for me, I live here. What did you think? The girls just lived in the brothel? Wouldn’t that be somewhat gross?”

“So gross…” I coughed, not meeting her eyes.

“All the buildings that line this courtyard belong to the women Sal has… recruited. Charak has snuck into this courtyard a few times, but this is the first time you’ve graced our presence.”

“Yeah, well, I was just checking up on him. I wasn’t expecting… this…” I gestured to the two.

Charak was still holding the girl, the two whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears while trying to remain quiet and in the shadows. Seeing the usually broad-shouldered and stoic Charak giggling and looking doey-eyed made my stomach turn slightly.

“Isn’t that your ultimate goal?” she asked. “To show demon’s love?”

“Goal? I’m just trying to earn a living,” I responded.

She let out a soft sigh. “You were more honest with me the first night we met.”

“I was also drunk then,” I growled.

“Most men only show their true selves when they’re inebriated.” She chuckled, and after a moment, she spoke quietly. “My offer is still on the table. I can leave Sal and join your brothel.”

“Mm…” I responded noncommittally.

I had readily agreed to save her before. At the time, I was drunk and angry at Sal. When my head cleared a bit, I recalled that I knew pretty much nothing about this woman. She worked under Sal, and that was a reason that I couldn’t trust her if there was no other. Thus, I had pushed back from saving her, and after a few weeks, it slipped my mind as I dealt with more important matters. Now that I thought about it, that girl Charak was with was the same girl he had selected that night. Who knew that he would fall in love with the prostitute he tasted once? I supposed it was better for her than any of the women at the watering hole.

“I must go soon.” Charak started to part from his girl. “If you’re caught by Sal, you could be in a lot of trouble.”

“Ah! B-before we go, do you want me to clean it…” Her face blushed. “Or, you can use my… lower mouth.”

His eyes brightened, but he quickly looked embarrassed. “Um, I can’t afford it…”

“I-it’ll be free…” she responded.

“F-free? Really?”

“Mm… just for you.” She nodded.

“She’s not charging him. It must be love.” Rhea giggled before she blinked as I moved. “Hmm, where are you going?”

I turned around and started heading back to the entrance. “I can see where things are going next. I’m not really in the mood to watch a coworker.”

Charak was already pulling off the girl’s dress, leaving her in nothing but shoes and stockings. She didn’t have any small clothing under it, although it wasn’t a surprise that Sal didn’t provide underwear. Her pale, naked body shone under the moonlight. She was rather scrawny with a modest chest perhaps Marina’s size. Her skin wasn’t as flawless as my girls. Several bruises marred her skin, showing the rough lifestyle that she left. Charak either didn’t notice the blemishes or lacked the understanding to realize what they meant.

“Please, fuck me,” she moaned, spreading her legs before using her hands to spread her lower lips.

“Alright, I’m going.” I tried to leave, but Rhea grabbed my arm.

“You can’t leave.” She bit her lip.

“What, why?”

“The guards.” She looked away. “They are still in the front. If you leave, you’ll be seen. The brothel closes soon. You’ll have to wait.”

I frowned. “I’ll wait for some distraction, the same as how I came in.”

She shook her head, while her hand held tightly on my arm, but she didn’t elaborate further. Instead, her head was turned toward Charak and the girl. He had pulled out his cock, and while holding one of her legs in his arm he was lining his cock up with her pussy. His dick was rather large, and given her small size, it didn’t look like he’d fit.

I realized Rhea’s breath was heavy, and she had a faint redness in her cheeks as she watched. Did Rhea like to watch?