Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The Marking
In the lively Ceveral City, nestled within the Kingdom of Hartz, the entertainment district was still buzzing with activity even as the clock struck midnight. Amidst this vibrant scene stood a particular establishment, a place where many sought refuge to have a good time, drown their sorrows, or succumb to pleasures in order to momentarily forget their worries and fears—especially those embarking on dangerous quests. It was also a sanctuary for women unsatisfied in their marital lives.
To be blunt, this establishment was a brothel, where young ladies and gentlemen plied their trade in the art of companionship and intimacy.
Inside the establishment, it resembled an ordinary pub, where patrons were casually sipping their drinks. However, this was just one facet of the pub's diverse services. In addition to offering drinks and food, the establishment catered to those seeking more intimate encounters. If one desired company in a more intimate setting, they could choose from the waitstaff, who not only served food but also offered their services as companions.
These waiters and waitresses, doubling as providers of more personal services, carried themselves with a surprising elegance. Their training was evident, as their demeanor and appearance disguised their dual roles effectively.
In this intriguing space, a young man moved gracefully through the pub, holding a tray of beer glasses high above his head. His black hair and red eyes gave him an air of regality, almost resembling a prince. However, appearances can be deceiving, as this handsome young man was, in reality, nothing more than a prostitute in this unconventional establishment.
"Here you go, ladies," he said, placing the glasses on the table for three women aged between forty and forty-five.
Upon seeing the waiter deliver their drinks, the women exclaimed, "Oh, wow! Just as you said. The service crew here seems top-notch."
"Absolutely! But this young man here is something special. Remember me, boy?" one of the women inquired.
The young man flashed a charming smile. "Of course, Madam Lien. There's no way I could forget someone as gorgeous as you."
"Oh, I'm relieved you haven't forgotten me. I surely haven't forgotten you and the unforgettable night we shared," the woman blushed, despite her age suggesting she could be the young man's mother. Clearly, she had previously hired the young man, and their encounter left a lasting impression on her.
"So, this young man is the talk of the town? The one who made you scream with delight in bed?" another woman asked.
"He's the one, indeed. My husband doesn't even come close to the skills this young man possesses. And the size of his... well, let's just say it's not fair to compare him to my husband, who's only packing the size of a pinky finger. This young man reaches places my husband couldn't even dream of," she said with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, wow. I'd love to try you out myself, boy," said one of the ladies.
"I'd love to too. Say, are you available right now?"
The young man smiled sadly, "I'm thrilled that you have high regard for me, and I'd certainly love to join both of you in bed. However, I'm fully booked for the day. I'm sorry."
"Ah... That's a shame. How many women are you currently scheduled with?" Lady Lien inquired.
"I'm set to be with three women. But if there's time before the establishment closes, I'll try to fit both of you in, only if you're open to having a rendezvous with both of you and me together," said the young man with an apologetic expression.
The two women exchanged glances.
"I've never been in a threesome before... and I never thought I'd experience such a thing, considering my husband can't even last five seconds."
"Me neither... But... a threesome? With you, Suzanne?"
"Yeah, well. That's what the young man is suggesting. I certainly don't mind doing it together with you, Zola."
"Well, I don't mind either..."
"So, is that a green light?" said Lady Lien.
"Well, yeah. I don't mind having a threesome with Zola. Besides, experiencing something like that is one of my wildest dreams. And coming here without having a taste of how good this man can be is such a waste. I'd rather go for it, even though the idea of a threesome is somewhat embarrassing," Suzanne admitted.
"I agree."
Seeing that the two were on board with the idea, the young man smiled. "Actually, there's nothing in the pamphlet about threesomes. Can you please wait so that I can ask the owner of the establishment if he can make a special consideration for the two of you?"
"Of course. And please, even if the cost is too high, we can pay it, as long as you give both of them a great time, just like what you did with me," said Lady Lien.
"I promise I will do my best. If you'll excuse me for a bit."
With that, the young man strolled away from the three women, heading toward where the owner was situated. However, he was intercepted by another man donning the same uniform as him—a fellow male sex worker in the establishment.
"What the hell, dude? How come you only get the sexy ones? I want to have some fun with MILFs too, you know? But you snag them all! I had plans to charm them and take them to bed later, and here you are, immediately swooping them. You damn prince-looking prostitute!"
"Now, now. No need to get worked up. You have your own customers, remember?"
"Dude, my customers are literally old ladies! They're practically the same age as my grandma!"
The young man chuckled, giving his frustrated colleague a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You never know, those 'old ladies' might surprise you with some hidden skills."
The other sex worker grumbled, "I doubt it. They're more interested in knitting than anything else."
"They say variety is the spice of life. Besides, I can't help it if the mature ladies find me irresistible. You've got your own charm; just work it, and you might find some adventurous souls among the older clientele."
His colleague sighed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I need to step up my game a bit. Anyway, good luck with those MILFs, you lucky bastard."
"Yes, yes."
The young man managed to free himself from the grip of his disgruntled coworker and continued on his way to find the owner. He finally reached the proprietor, a middle-aged man with a shrewd look.
"Boss, can I have a word?"
"Sure thing. What's on your mind?" the owner asked, glancing up from his paperwork.
"There are two ladies out there who are interested in having a threesome. Now, I know it's not in the pamphlet, but they seem willing to pay extra for the experience."
The owner raised an eyebrow. "Threesome, huh? Well, it's not a common request, but we're all about customer satisfaction here. Just make sure they're willing to pay the premium. We don't do favors for free."
The young man nodded. "Got it, boss. I'll make sure they understand the terms. Thanks."
With the owner's approval, the young man headed back to the table where Lady Lien and her friends, Lady Suzanne and Lady Zola, were patiently waiting. As he approached, he couldn't help but notice the intrigued expressions on their faces.
"Good news, ladies," he began with a charming smile. "The boss has given the green light for a threesome, and he's agreed to make a special arrangement for you two."
The women exchanged pleased glances, clearly excited about the prospect. Lady Lien spoke up, "That's wonderful! We're more than willing to pay whatever it takes for this special experience."
"Great to hear that. The premium fee will cover the additional services and make sure everyone has a memorable time," the young man explained.
Both women nodded in agreement, and Lady Lien added, "Money's not an issue when it comes to having a good time, especially with someone as skilled as you."
"Thank you for understanding. Now, I'll excuse myself, and I'll let you know if the schedule for the two of you has been finalized." The young man bowed and then excused himself. It was already time for him to attend to his first appointment. Glancing at his palm, which displayed the number 95 with a small 1 in the upper left corner, he pondered the mysterious marking. However, as long as it didn't interfere with his work, he didn't care. What mattered most to him was saving money to find a cure for his little sister's mysterious illness.
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"It has increased, huh? I thought so... So this number increases every time I have sex."
He had already finished his session with the three women he was originally scheduled with, and now it was time for the two women who had arranged their order as a threesome. The women were currently on the bed, having washed themselves in the shower. This was a custom established in this establishment. The client should wash before and after engaging in intimate activities with the service provider. The same applied to the service provider as well. The young man, who had already been intimate with three different women, had followed the same process with each of them.
Currently, as he showered after his last intimate encounter, he stared at the mark on his palm. The number 98 was written on it.
"I don't know what this is, but... I don't think it's simply nothing. Since it hasn't affected me at all, even after all this time, I don't think it's something to be concerned about."
There hadn't been any noticeable effects on him, even though the number had reached 97. This mark had first appeared after his initial encounter with a woman, who, as fate would have it, was a trainer for male prostitutes teaching them how to satisfy women. The first ten of the numbers on his palm represented his experiences with her. In other words, this number didn't equate to the number of different women but rather to the total number of times he engaged in intimate activities.
"Well, there's no use thinking about this marking. What's more important is money. I need money so that I can cure Seres of whatever she's suffering from."
The marking didn't matter right now. He didn't care about it. His little sister was more important to him.
"I will make you see how beautiful the sun is, Seres. Just wait for me," he said.
With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and exited the shower room. Outside, he found two women already without any clothes.
"Sorry I kept you waiting, ladies," he said, then pulled away the towel to reveal what was hidden beneath it.
The instant the women saw it, they stared at it with awe. It was...majestic.
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