Chapter 172 – Symbols of Dictatorship (1)
It’s already been a week since Dream Factory started selling wet dream powder in earnest.
As soon as word of mouth spread, the newsstands began to be crowded, and even today, all men can have a lively day.
However, since this is ultimately related to ‘money’, when someone makes a lot of money, someone else is bound to lose it.
According to the logic of market capitalism, it is natural that those who lose competitiveness are eliminated, but this is a place where imperialism is closer than capitalism.
Of course, I am a noble, but sometimes there are people who do crazy things even against nobles.
“I want you to destroy the Dream Factory, Lord So.”
People who wanted to use my shoulders appeared before my eyes.
There was no need to bring such shoulders and bald heads into the lord’s office, but they were people who could not be dealt with within the ranks of knights.
“Do you want to destroy the Dream Factory?”
“Yes. It’s just as you said.”
“Why?”
“Because we are on the verge of starving to death.”
What is the identity of these bald men?
Of course, those whose profits have decreased due to my operation of Dream Factory, and those who have been left out of the market due to their competitiveness being pushed out by Dream Factory.
“Are you trying to take away all of our business, Lord Su?”
They are pimps.
“I’m taking away your business? That’s nonsense. You sell women’s bodies, and I sell dreams. Isn’t selling different?”
“I’m not here to play with words.”
As expected.
As his pockets began to dwindle, harsh words began to be spoken even to Lord So.
“Lord So. First of all, we have come to negotiate today.”
“Negotiation?”
“Yes. Either live together or die.”
“Are you planning on making threats against Fermaten?”
No matter how much they say not to touch it because the Infinite Labyrinth will be ruined without the Fermaton, there are people who come out like this and say, ‘So what should I do?’
“If I want to maintain the status quo, are you planning on starting a rebellion within the territory? Huh? Interesting.”
“How could you possibly do such a crazy thing? Lord So is a noble, and we are commoners.”
“Then is it true that such commoners argue about the nobles’ business?”
“A commoner with a bit of money.”
I understand.
It’s natural that people who run profitable businesses have a lot of money.
“After the Lord So created the Dream Factory, the number of men coming to hug prostitutes began to decrease.”
“Really? That’s surprising. Of course, it would be better to have sex with a woman in real life than to jerk off in a dream.”
“…Are you saying that even though you know the reason?”
“Why? You know. Isn’t it because the prostitutes you sell are too expensive?”
If we assume that it is the same to pack one shot and come out.
Cumming with a prostitute costs 1,000 gold.
Having a wet dream is 200 gold.
The price difference is a whopping 5 times.
If you’re planning on having sex for a long night, you may need more money than that.
“What do you want me to do when women in real life are pushed out by succubi in dreams and are not chosen by men?”
“Lord So.”
“I think you guys are misunderstanding something.”
I was confident.
I may have Celica behind my back, but I have nothing to bow down to these pimps.
“What you guys are going to do is not offer me coexistence, but rather kneel down and beg that we can’t live together.”
“Lord So!”
“Instead of raising your voice, your job was to keep your head down and whine that we’re all going to die if we keep doing this.”
Just because you’re a pimp doesn’t mean I’m going to say anything.
However, it is very unpleasant for pimps to come to Yeongju Castle and disturb the happy time of So Yeongju.
“Get out. If you get out now, I’ll spare your life. I’ll count to ten.”
“Young lord!”
“Cerica.”
I picked up the cup and lightly drank wine.
“After I count to ten, if there are still any of them left in this room, cut them down.”
“I understand.”
After all, Celica.
Even when ordered to cut down a person, he lightly places his hand on the sword sheath without the slightest hesitation.
“One. Two. Three.”
“Oh my… !”
The pimps huffed and walked out.
It’s because I’m a man who says I can do it, but first of all, they are also people who know to some extent about Celica’s reputation her.
Among the prostitutes they mainly deal with are adventurers, and Celica is one of the strongest among female adventurers.
“…Nine. Ten.”
“Five of them disappeared in the meantime.”
“There’s nothing we can do because he ran away so quickly.”
“Younglord So. Did you really intend to kill him?”
“Of course. Why did you give the order?”
I gave the order to kill Celica.
Of course, it is the same as saying that you are prepared to kill.
“Last time I opened the Dream Factory, I was complaining, and coming to the office with my shoes on is such a charlatan. Tsk.”
“What are you going to do? If you tell me to do it, I will do it right away…”
“We have to deal with it. However, it can’t be done in an ordinary way.”
A whorehouse must exist.
No matter how much Dream Factory sells dreams, it cannot perfectly replace real sex.
“Bordellos have always existed in human history. They cannot be eliminated in an instant.”
The moment we eliminate prostitutes, people will say this.
-Can the power of Rouge Permaten replace the brothel?
To this, I would reply, ‘For now, yes.’
“Celica. What is the most powerful power that pimps have?”
“It would be cash.”
“Okay. Then if we freeze this cash, there will be an immediate response.”
Not only pimps.
The entire Fermaten, and by extension the entire continent, could be in chaos.
“You bastards. How dare you steal my precious time? Look clearly at the power of a dictatorial lord.”
Sorry, but now Permaten’s brothel will be transformed into a completely new form.
“It’s time to change the box, motherfuckers.”
* * *
That time.
“Damn. What a pale young guy is acting like.”
Beckmaseller, the man who could be said to be the head of the pimps’ union, spit on the floor and gritted his teeth.
“Brother, what should I do? Even if Fermaten goes crazy, he must be crazy.”
“That’s right. The former lord used to be able to communicate with reasonably pretty guys by hitting on them, but if that crazy pervert does that now, he’s going to hit me right away. Hehe.”
The pimps were extremely annoyed.
“I should have stepped forward from the moment I first said I was going to do Dream Factory. Who the fuck is it? The guy who said let’s just sit back and watch for now.”
“That bastard, last time he said he would catch a succubus and sell him, but he was framed to death by the succubi.”
“Fuck.”
Since the Dream Factory was created.
Some pimps also tried to capture succubi and turn them into slaves.
But it failed.
In particular, Fermaten did not restrict succubi from being taken out, and was also successful in capturing succubi from outside the infinite labyrinth and turning them into slaves.
-Lord, kill me… !
-No, shit… ! I told you to drink it in moderation!
-Did you drink enough? Hmm, I came here because I said I would let men fuck me as much as I want, so what is this?
-I’ll kill you, you bitch!
-Kill me. It would be better to just die than to be treated by such incompetent and incompetent bastards!
The problem is that compared to the virgin succubi of the Dream Factory, they are as difficult to control as wild horses.
I don’t know what kind of magic the Permaten used, but the succubus was a very difficult slave to deal with.
In the end, in order to survive, human women must be used as more competitive women, but how many of them can gain an advantage over a virgin succubus?
“Damn. If this continues, I’m going to run out of money.”
“Our ace said that if things continue like this, he will become an adventurer again.”
“We even threatened to go to Permaten.”
“Where can I get a worn-out slut? Shit.”
Beckmaseller lit a cigarette.
“He’s saying he’s clean because he sells dream girls, what are you saying? Huh? Or is he saying he’s going to eat up all of Permaten’s whorehouses? What’s the point of doing this?”
“Could that be true?”
“What?”
“…They’re really trying to take over the whorehouse.”
“What? There’s no way that’s possible. You’ve seen the guys you fucked in your dreams come looking for real pussy.”
Beckmaseller is confident.
“Right now, men are just dreaming about the cheap taste, but eventually, after a few days, they will miss real pussy and come to buy it. As long as Permaton insists on being a virgin succubus, there is no substitute for real sex.”〈 Br〉
Dreams cannot replace reality.
“I thought it was better for a woman to fuck while actually touching it. What’s the difference between fucking in a dream and shooting in the air? Huh?”
No matter how much you have sex with a virgin succubus in your dreams, you won’t be able to overcome the feeling of emptiness when you wake up.
“If you do this… Huh?”
“Brother! We’re in big trouble!”
“What is it, Ebon?”
“Young Master released the soldiers right after we came out!”
“…What?”
Beckmasel’s heart sank.
“Seo, could it be that we…” ” ?”
“That’s not it! Look at this!”
Beckmaseller’s hands were shaking as he took the parchment handed to him by pimp Ebon.
“…Luge Permaton, you crazy… !”
It was a decree.
New currency.
“You’re going to print currency with your face on it…?”
Luge Coin.
