## Chapter 232 – Mademoiselle (1)
A few days after spending a long-awaited night with Carla.
I found Carla again, scribbling something diligently on parchment, trying to fix the white spider perched on her lap.
I don’t know if it was because the updated memories from our passionate night together were still fresh.
Fortunately, the girl who had cried out of longing that night seemed to have vanished. Carla was engrossed in solving the difficult problem before her, racking her brains.
“Increase suction power here with compression…
Ugh… It worked yesterday…
But I can fix it…!! I can do it!!”
As she moved forward towards the future, driven by the name of memories, we were all moving forward, little by little, in this very moment.
Even amidst all this, new changes were bound to happen, and news began to arrive at the lair.
– New Enic larva. Hatching complete.
New colony. Construction possible.
With Parastasia’s announcement and the welcome news, I immediately took Yui with me to the first-floor break room of the workshop.
“This is… a small sprout…?
I guess it starts from something this small…”
In the corner of the break room on the first floor of the workshop.
Yui, admiring the Enic larva that had sprouted through the floor and become a sapling, gently covered the sprout with a small glass tube she had brought.
“Since the window is on the side, it can get some photosynthesis.
It’ll be a problem when it gets bigger…
We can install a bigger window then, right?”
‘Are you suggesting we think about using a bigger window if there’s not enough light…’
I quickly agreed with Yui, not wanting to start redecorating already.
After all, this thing would have to grow slowly.
Unless it killed people and ate their corpses, rapid growth was out of the question.
So, in the early stages, I planned to raise it by taking advantage of its fast initial growth rate and providing it with as much food as possible.
There were plenty of people who could feed it anyway.
I could even dispatch Vivian and Ranier in an emergency, or ask Yui, who, like Carla, practically resided in this workshop except for classes.
“A young Enic… It might be a little cute…
Maybe I’m the person who’s observed the growth of a young Enic the closest.
Usually, any human who approaches would be eaten…”
‘Haha… Maybe…?’
And, most of all, Eloise, the most uniquely attractive prey, would always be waiting for letters from me in this workshop.
『With a fiancé, aren’t you enjoying this too much?』
“Ugh… It’s… it’s only because you told me to…
Haa…!! Ah… Ugh…!! I’m definitely not… Haaang!!”
Recently, the dark circles under her eyes had become more pronounced, making me think I should give her a break…
‘What… I’m not a get-out-of-jail-free card…’
Under the guise of being threatened, she was indulging in her pleasure, unable to resist it as she had while nurturing the Enic larva.
“E… Ed… S… Sorry…
This is definitely not… betraying you…
Unghaaaat…!! Haaang!! Anghat!!
Mana… Mana is…!! Being sucked out…!!”
Mana, I heard, was some kind of fundamental energy, and if she felt pleasure even while being deprived of it, I felt like Eloise might have a hidden penchant for that kind of thing.
The little thing, receiving such devoted (?) care from several women, managed to sprout a flower bud in just a few days, showing off its spirit.
‘Reminds me of the old days…
I was just about this big at first…’
I had to go through rapid changes, but fortunately, this ugly flower bud could stay at this stage for a long time.
The lair, which had to be created by expanding its roots, was being prepared by the Kernel Worm digging the ground, and it wasn’t in a desperate environment like a flower bed where it would be culled if it was ugly.
Besides, Yui disguised it well, like a bonsai plant, so there was no need to worry about external pressure for the time being.
It was a situation that could be described as a greenhouse flower, but who cared?
‘Just grow up healthy…’
If it grew well, the complete activation of the second lair wouldn’t be a distant future.
Imagining the environment where women would be packed into the new lair and their moans would echo already made me feel good.
It would have been nice if it had just flowed into a trivial monster story, where a woman who accidentally crawled into the lair could never escape again.
But the biggest problem was that fate didn’t seem to want to leave me alone.
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“Chairman? How about we compromise a little?
It’s a win-win situation for everyone, right?”
“I have nothing more to say. Leave.”
The biggest problem for the current academy was financial difficulties.
I was gradually becoming aware, thanks to the Kernel Worms, that many people were targeting the academy and reaching out with their evil hands because of these financial difficulties.
All sorts of people visited the chairman’s office every day.
And among them, the one who exuded the most intense presence, as anyone could guess, was none other than Laratina.
“Oh my? Chairman, what a coincidence?
I was just out for a stroll…
Could this be fate…?”
“This is my office.
Don’t talk about coincidences and leave.”
As if trying to recreate the Three Visits of Zhuge Liang, she came to the academy as casually as if it were her own backyard.
But of course, since she had the position of a ‘guest,’ she was properly treated at first, and then, of course, she would leave when she was asked to.
Nevertheless, seeing Laratina persistently refusing to give up despite Charlotte’s rejection made me realize how tempting the academy was as prey.
‘Well… it’s like a meeting place that can easily connect with noble families…
I can only imagine how great the profits from there would be…’
Even the high-end brothel like Mademoiselle that she owned was, in a sense, mostly frequented by nobles.
So, one might think that she could be satisfied with just that.
But the important thing was not that.
The reason she kept targeting the academy instead of her own brothel.
‘The younger the blood, the more they want women.’
Brothels were places that only certain people went to anyway.
Occasionally, there might be nobles who had negative thoughts about brothels themselves, and for various reasons, they didn’t visit them. Some might not even know of their existence.
If only licentious nobles maintained that small consumption radius, the possibility of the business developing was practically non-existent.
‘I heard about it in a startup seminar too.
Don’t miss out on opportunities to promote to diverse consumers…’
So, the basic idea was that if she set up a stage in advance at the academy, the possibility of sweeping up male students driven by youthful energy as customers would be greater.
In the end, Laratina had no intention of giving up that tempting opportunity, and she left with a cryptic smile on her face as she turned away.
Meanwhile, the problems started to erupt a few days later.
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“Agh… Ah… Ang… Ahht… Eungeuk!!”
“Good, good… Don’t lose strength in your pussy…!
If your grip weakens, how can you please the customers!!”
Inside a luxurious room decorated with numerous pieces of furniture and ornaments.
At the center, on a large bed that could easily accommodate five adults, was a girl lying face down with her buttocks raised.
And behind her, a man who was diligently moving his hips was shouting softly in her ear, as if scolding her.
“Eungkeuk!! Shorry… I’m… Shorry…!!
It’s too… too hard… It’s shtabbing me too much…!!”
Each time the man’s groin collided with her plump and smooth buttocks, like fresh fruit, her skin rippled and shook.
And that ripple soon became a violent tremor throughout her body, and the tremor escaped through the girl’s mouth as a moan.
“No matter what, don’t lose strength in your ass!
Keep squeezing so they can enjoy your meat!”
“Eunghheut… Yesh… Yesheet…!!”
The purple-eyed girl, with her face buried in the pillow, barely managed to answer in a loosened voice, her focus gradually fading.
But even so, every time she felt something stabbing deep inside her, her mind repeatedly returned and left with a tickling shock in her eyes.
Anne, who was currently receiving training as an apprentice prostitute, had to go to the brothel every day and present her buttocks in front of her handler.
It had already been a week since she was praised for her firm body, honed by swordsmanship and exercise, as a prostitute who would be sold in the future.
But in reality, a week later, she was still just an immature outcast who was being scolded by her handler.
“Heut… Shtabbing like that…
I don’t… I don’t want it…!!
I’m… I’m gonna cum…!!”
“I told you to keep your head in the game, didn’t I?
I told you not to cum on your own!!
At this rate, shouldn’t you be paying money?
Why should a customer who came to enjoy himself have to pay for such a lousy pussy?”
Even in her hazy state, the girl, with her lips tightly pursed at the taunt that she seemed to have heard somewhere, was trying to put strength into her trembling buttocks.
But before long, that strength quickly faded away, and again her whole body only convulsed as if shuddering at the cock stuck in her hole.
The only thing that managed to maintain its balance was her sturdy thighs, which were supporting her luscious buttocks, trembling but barely holding on.
“I’m gonna cum, so take it properly.
How many times have I taught you?
Squeeze hard when I cum.
Gently push out while giving strength when I pull out!”
With those words, the handler began to thrust his hips with all his might, and the purple hair scattered on the bed shook back and forth.
“Heut. Het. Eungeuk… Het…
Heut… Ugh. Eut… Uut…!!”
And following the shaking body, the girl unknowingly let out a cry that was neither a moan nor a scream.
Soon, as the hot liquid poured in as if to fill her body, she shed hot liquid from her eyes as well.
The girl, whose thighs, which had been holding on until now, had lost their strength, completely lost her balance and fell forward with a thud.
Now, with only one of the girl’s unfocused eyes revealed, half-covered by the pillow.
The girl, staring blankly into the air and panting, was only trembling all over as she felt the sensation of something being pulled out of her, scraping against her vaginal walls.
“What did I tell you to do when it’s over?”
“P… Push… Out…”
As she mustered all the strength she had and put strength into her buttocks, the semen that was pushed out towards her vagina with a burping sound began to flow down the girl’s mound along with a sticky mass.
The sight showed that he had clearly marked his seed on the female under him.
If most men saw that sight, they would not be able to stand it and would be eager to poke that hole one more time.
But the handler, who was looking at her with a dissatisfied expression while watching that sight, tilted his head as if he was not in a good mood and got up from his seat.
“While in charge of employee management, this is the first time I’ve seen such a serious result even after teaching so many times.
Well, if you’re going to do it anyway, it’s good to try to enjoy it.”
He picked up the checklist placed on the table next to the bed and began to fill it out as if checking something here and there.
“But… if you want to make money, shouldn’t you do your job properly?
Can you receive the next customer in that state, after cumming on your own like that?”
“I… I can… do it… Augh…!!”
The girl, trying to get up as if to show him directly in response to the handler’s question, soon fell back onto the bed with a scream.
In a truly typical case of back strain, the girl’s pupils, who had always thought she was confident in her physical strength and health, were shaking as if an earthquake had struck.
“I knew it. Your back goes out when you move around wildly while moving from behind.
Don’t move your hips wildly to make it touch where you like it.
Just get fucked while making it easy for the other person to insert and enjoy.
I’ll say it again, this is a shop where customers come to enjoy themselves, not a place where you came to enjoy yourself.
If you want to enjoy yourself, go out and buy a male prostitute and get fucked.
I won’t let a customer be received by a bitch who acts as she pleases because she feels good.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry unnecessarily.
Just do what you’re told.
Today, practice poking your hole until night.
Practice enduring without cumming on your own.
If you can’t even do this, you can’t work here.”
“Yes… I… I’ll work hard, so…”
The handler, glancing at the girl who barely raised her upper body and bowed her head, put on his clothes as they were and walked out the door with the checklist in hand.
Then, as if finally relieved of the tension, the girl, Anne, who fell back onto the bed, was finally letting out a worried sigh.
The brothel was not as easy as she had thought.
The men who had raped her so far had shaken their hips on their own, and had just splattered her inside with a generous amount of semen.
Anne had only been swayed by them at their whim, but they had left her side as if satisfied.
“It’s… harder than I thought…”
But when she actually came to the brothel, what they demanded required quite delicate techniques than she had expected.
From conversations to please the customer, to the knack of serving the customer in various ways using her hands, mouth, tongue, and even her breasts, and the attitude of gratefully accepting the customer’s ‘treasure.’
The only thing that a stiff and uninteresting woman like herself could do was to show a low profile with the feeling of treating a superior.
Even so, the handler, who had sighed when he first saw her convulsing all over and cumming wildly without any restraint as soon as she was fucked, seemed like just the other day.
She was only a terrible slut, to the point where she was grateful to the handler who had scolded her and led her this far.
She had only shown him the sight of cumming grandly without being able to endure it for a week now, so it was only natural that she felt sorry for him.
“Hey, you there. Was it Anna…?”
“Yes…? What’s the matter…?”
In the midst of that, as the door suddenly opened and a man working as an errand boy came in, Anne, who had slightly shrunk her naked body, was looking at him with a bewildered look.
“They’re calling for you upstairs?
Get dressed up roughly and go to the 5th floor.
Of course, put your clothes back on too.”
And at the errand boy’s words as he left, Anne struggled to get up, picked up her clothes, and slowly began to put on a fancy dress while half-lying on the bed.
Even this dress, which she wore in turn to seduce customers in the brothel’s hall, was very difficult to find a size that fit because of her tight chest.
In particular, Mademoiselle was a high-end brothel that was frequented by important customers, so it was only natural that she was given so much investment and that the required standards were even stricter.
When you think about it, even the handler, who could have ulterior motives, didn’t flirt with her except for work-related matters, and the other male employees also seemed to distinguish between public and private matters properly, like people who had been properly trained.
“I… I have to go…
Ah… Euheut…”
The girl’s difficult steps, who forced herself to lift her still aching waist, continued like that on this night.
After walking for a long time, Anne’s steps eventually stopped and froze as she encountered something.
“Ahhe… Aah…”
Her perfect nemesis in her back-strained state, the stairs.
