I saw a dream.

A repulsive dream.

A bewitching dream.

I saw the woman I love melting at the touch of another man—a vision equal parts stimulating and nausea-inducing, a spectacle of defilement.

“It happened again… I had the dream again…”

Stunk awoke in the late afternoon, his heart and body in shambles. He was a run-down man in a run-down room.

Two candelabras sat on a small table next to his old, worn bed. These were the only things in his room. His lodgings were rustic and very affordable.

“Goddamn you…cucking bastard…”

One week had passed since Stunk visited The Crack in the Door, the cuckold specialty shop.

For several days afterward, he did nothing but meander back and forth between the first and second floors of Ye Pubbe. He lacked even the motivation to go out to make money. If he hadn’t already had some saved up, he would have been in a tight spot for sure.

“I can’t believe the place messed me up this badly… Shit…”

Yet he still got aroused. The moment he awoke each morning, his manhood stood ready to take on the world. Under normal circumstances, he would have gotten out of bed, grabbed a bite to eat, and then headed straight to the nearest succubus joint—

“C’mon, up and at ’em! A whole world of deviant delights awaits me…!”

Like a curled-up pill bug, Stunk struggled to roll out of bed. He ended up merely wriggling in place, unable to even lift his upper body. All his energy had collected in his crotch.

He finally managed to roll over onto his stomach. His eager companion rubbed up against the bed, causing him to let out a fleeting moan.

“…Maybe I should rub one out first.”

Stunk shifted his gaze to the table. The crystal letter was lying on its side.

The video of the woman he had promised his future to (according to the script) having sex with another man was actually quite useful.

He had finished himself off to it a number of times. But after each load was blown, he felt that much more mentally drained, and so his will to move depleted.

I can’t sink any deeper into this swamp.

Cuckold roleplay was a drug that drove people to madness. It had to be avoided at all costs.

“No, I can’t lose… Suck it up, Stunk! Don’t give in to temptation…! But goddamn it, my hands are reaching out on their own…! My left hand to the crystal letter and my right to my crotch…!”

There was considerable distance between the bed and the table. Stunk wasn’t sure if this was a blessing or a curse, but either way, he couldn’t reach the crystal with his outstretched hand.

This forced him to change his position bit by bit. He rolled over onto his back again and thrust his crotch toward the ceiling, reaching out as far as possible with his hand.

“Oh god, I’m gonna get it… The forbidden treasure…! My right hand hath already neared my fabled great sword… It need only delve beneath the sheath and pull it free…!”

Weaving through his forest of manhood, the fingertips of his right hand found his red-hot rod of shame. In the same moment, the fingertips of his left hand grazed the cold crystal.

And then the door flew open with a thud.

“Hey, Stunk, how long were you planning on sleeping, exactly?!”

Meidri stood in the doorway with a tray of steaming-hot breakfast. Her eyes smoldered with rage as she assessed the situation unfolding in front of her.

Stunk was performing a bridge pose in bed, his turgid member in one hand and the other reaching for the table. This was arguably the most disastrous situation a man could find himself in.

Meidri’s glare went even colder than the crystal for which Stunk reached.

“This is a gift from the proprietress. On the house. Anyway…good luck with that.”

Meidri placed the tray on the table and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then she turned on her heel to leave the room, fully intending to ignore Stunk’s predicament.

“Please let me explain myself. I beg of you.”

“Hmm? You have something to say to me, you bridge-posing exhibitionist?”

“…No, now that I think about it, there’s no way for me to talk my way out of this one. It’s exactly as you see it.”

It was too much of a pain in the ass for Stunk to even adjust his appearance.

“Ugh…you’re such an idiot.”

“Yep. I’m an idiot. I have no excuse.”

“I’ll say this once. If you keep acting like a washed-up loser, I will run you out of here as soon as your lodging fees run dry. No arguments whatsoever. Got it? You have skills, so get to work—that’s a message from the proprietress. And here’s one from me, too. Rip it off.”

“I don’t wanna rip it off. It’s my source of male pride.”

“And who the hell is running his precious pride into the ground with endless womanizing?”

Meidri slammed the door violently behind her. Her footsteps, like bird feet pattering against the floorboards, echoed off into the distance.

“…Guess I’ll eat.”

Stunk was able to rouse himself far easier than he imagined. Thanks to Meidri, he’d started feeling like his old self again, even if only a little.

Breakfast today was chunky vegetable-and-bean soup and water.

Soup was cheap but filling and a popular item besides. The one downside was that the only meat the soup had in it was a few floating bits of bacon.

“I think I still have some jerky…”

Stunk searched around in his knapsack, which was at the side of his bed.

A loud gust of wind forced its way inside from the open window. Stunk’s hair fluttered in the breeze, and the trace beads of sweat from his troubled sleep evaporated. He felt cool.

“What a nice breeze…”

There was always a pleasant wind blowing in from the outside world. Stunk had forgotten even this while sequestering himself.

He let out a hearty sigh.

“I can’t believe I get to enjoy such a pleasant breeze just from opening the window… Staying in isn’t so bad after all. Maybe I’ll just hold out for a little while longer.”

After all that, Stunk still couldn’t find the motivation to go outside.

He found the jerky and used his knife to cut it into bite-size pieces before dropping them into his soup. He stirred up the concoction and let the flavors blend before digging in.

“Ah yes, the saltiness of the jerky mixed into the soup is excellent.”

Ye Pubbe made great use of vegetables and prided itself on delicate, subtle flavors—or so Zel liked to say, pretending he was a gourmand. Stunk loved meat and rich flavors, so he didn’t get it whatsoever.

Stunk cleaned his bowl in no time at all. Proportionally, it was less than half of an average meal, but for some reason, he was much fuller than he expected. This was likely because it had been a long time since he had gotten any proper exercise.

“I really need to get up and move around, or I’ll waste away in here.”

All living beings were ruled by hunger. It controlled their base instincts. The change in Stunk’s eating habits informed his body that deterioration was imminent.

You could say he finally felt a sense of impending danger.

“But…”

Just what did he have to say but… about? Just what was he so afraid of? And just how long did he plan to be haunted by his experience at The Crack in the Door?

“I put way too much detail into that scene…”

Stunk was ashamed he had underestimated the fine line between roleplay and reality.

A spellbinding performance was one thing, but even then, the spell should have broken the moment he left the establishment. It was no more than some fleeting playtime with a lady companion. Stunk found the lasting effect it had on him pitiful.

“Hahhh…” He sighed again.

Though in truth, he was yawning. His spirits were so heavy that they weighed down his eyelids.

“Hahhh…”

Another yawn.

Before getting back in bed, Stunk was putting the bag of jerky back in his knapsack when something fell out. It was a thin white piece of paper as big as the palm of his hand. Probably just a card from some succubus joint.

Stunk watched the paper as it fluttered to the ground. He reached out with laser accuracy and grabbed it.

“Hmm… I guess someone slipped their card into my bag. I wonder which place it’s from.”

As Stunk eyed it from the side, he saw a design and letters he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a girl’s name but rather a guide map he had received from a barker.

Just as Stunk reached to stuff it back in his bag, the letters caught his eye.

NOW OFFERING ESCORT SERVICES!

“…This is it.”

Stunk found hope to dispel the curse of malaise that the cuckolding had placed upon him.

Any damage caused by eroticism was best healed through eroticism.

If he didn’t have the will to leave his room, then he just needed to bring the girl to him.

“Now I get it… Escort services should definitely be used at times like this. I feel bad for dissing them this whole time… Maybe I’ll write a review that depicts escort services as the allies of shut-ins everywhere, and maybe they’ll forgive me…”

From the explanation on the front of the card, Stunk gathered there was no special theme or predetermined species. If anything, the vast variety of girls available was the establishment’s strong point.

Additionally, for a succubus joint, the tagline was extremely generic: IT’S TIME TO RELAX AND HAVE SOME FUN.

“For now, I think I’ll avoid the busty, well-mannered girls…”

If Stunk wanted to heal, he would have to choose a partner who bore no similarities to the one who’d traumatized him. He racked his sleepy brain for options.

Option A was the petite, innocent, youthful type with almost no sexual aura to speak of.

A girl like this would probably heal him. Of course, Stunk didn’t want to run the risk of encountering an actual adolescent by choosing a youthful human, so it would be safer to choose a species that only looked young, like a halfling.

Option B was the moderately experienced woman who didn’t play any games—a real harlot.

In order for Stunk to remember what real fun in the sack felt like, a woman like that might just do the trick. There was a girl Stunk remembered from a past visit to a succubus joint. She wore a scowl that screamed I ran away from home. Someone like her could work.

“I’m definitely torn between options A and B.”

Considering the different types of girls he could pick from, it was hard not to get excited.

At his core, Stunk was a playboy himself. He enjoyed the luxury of poring over his options.

“I might as well spend all my cash on a double escort… That way, even if I’m still bummed afterward, I’ll be forced to go outside and make more money.”

Stunk had always been a spendthrift, never worrying about the next day. The scene he created, where he saved up diligently for his lover’s sake as young master Stunk (name pending), was a total farce.

He made up his mind and recited the incantation on the back of the card with every intention to order a double escort. Even though he was an amateur with almost no magic ability, as long as he didn’t recite it incorrectly, he would probably be fine. Probably.

Stunk’s incantation was muddled and sleepy, but after a moment, he heard a woman’s voice.

“Heya. This is The Garden of Pleasure and Dreams— Sleeptopia.”

“Can I order an escort?”

Stunk requested a combination of options A and B.

“Understood. I’ll dispatch the girls, so please put your card down on the floor and wait. You can change the girls out twice for free, though I have a feeling that won’t be necessary.”

“Okay then, I’ll be waiting. I’m expecting great things.”

Stunk put down the card as instructed and sat on the bed. A moment later, pink smoke swirled up from the floor. The mystical color filled Stunk’s vision, but only for an instant. When the smoke dissipated, a small, humanlike figure stood in its place.

“Hello, sorry to keep you waiting. My name is Piltia.”

Piltia was a halfling girl (?) who tossed her blue hair as she smiled broadly. Just as Stunk requested, she looked quite young. Her face barely came up to his chest. She was wearing the token outfit of a succu-girl: a nightie.

She must have been in high demand with a select group of perverts. That said, there was something about her demeanor that gave off the impression of a mature adult.

“I hate to ask, but…you are an adult, right?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m older than you are.”

“Seriously?”

Stunk spoke without hesitation but furrowed his brow nonetheless. Something wasn’t right.

“What’s wrong?”

“Umm…it’s just a hunch…but well…what was I gonna say…?”

Stunk couldn’t explain what felt off. Maybe he was still sleepy. There was a pink haze clouding his mind.

“…Never mind. Where’s the other girl?”

“Ohh, here I am, here I am!”

A small figure jumped out from behind Piltia. The doll-like humanoid flapped her wings and flew into the air. She was smaller than a baby and had insect-like wings. She was a fairy.

Without a doubt, many people had spotted the dainty figure of a fairy flitting about a field of flowers. They were innocent yet loved playing tricks on others. They were known to be quite mischievous.

Yet looking at them closely, each fairy’s body matched their age, and they all had unique personalities.

The fairy who appeared before Stunk was the mature, no-nonsense type. She had a full-figured adult body and twisted her face into an easy smile. She looked up at him with eyes full of cynicism.

“I’m Aloe. If you’re not into me, you can request a change, so what’ll it be?”

“…You’re definitely something new.”

“I’m not really suited to childish partners myself. Ah, can I bum a cig?”

Aloe smelled Stunk’s cigarettes and plucked one from his breast pocket. She stuck it into her pipe, which was only slightly larger than the cigarette, lit it with magic, and began puffing away.

She had deep bags under her eyes and tattoos all over her body. It was a little intimidating.

This is definitely the loose kinda woman I was hoping for.

Stunk’s image of the typical fairy had been shattered. That said, she had an amazing body that he couldn’t look away from.

Her proportionally thick behind and tight waist created the perfect hourglass shape. She must have had confidence in her body since she was showing it off with an outfit that amounted to little more than lingerie. This fact definitely added fuel to her loose persona.

“What’s the matter? If you wanna change, just say so.”

“What’s the matter, what’s the matter?”

Stunk looked between the two women, the complete antithesis of each other. There was no questioning they were exactly what he’d asked for, but something just felt off.

His head still hazy, he finally understood why.

“Have we…met somewhere before?”

“Bro, you don’t have to hit on me. I’m literally here to fuck you.”

“Ohh, we might have met when I was tending to another customer. I’ve worked at lots of different places.”

Stunk’s curiosity hadn’t been fully sated, but he let it go.

He was already hard. He decided he would just take all his pent-up frustration out on these two.

“Okay, let’s get to it!”

“Roger! Piltia, reporting for duty!”

“Heh-heh-heh, don’t you worry; we’ll take real good care of you.”

The little fairy and the little-yet-bigger halfling climbed up onto the bed.

Neither Piltia nor Aloe really hit the bull’s-eye for Stunk. He probably went for the loli type 10 percent of the time—like going out for a fancy dinner every once in a while.

In truth, he typically avoided delinquent-looking fairies. He found them off-putting.

That was all the more reason he was actually looking forward to this session. If it was going down no matter what, he was happy to treat himself to something different.

If he went for the type that drove him crazy, the cuckold trauma could easily come back to haunt him. With this in mind, he asked the youthful Piltia to put on a certain persona.

“Papa—!”

“Kch…!”

Piltia looked up at him with her beady eyes, but Stunk reflexively winced.

“What’s the matter, papa? If that’s not doin’ it for ya, then maybe we should go with brother?”

“Yeah, I’m not really into it, but…”

Stunk had lots of experience with sibling roleplay, but today, he wanted to break new ground. He needed something even more immoral than siblings to wash away the dark stain of his cuckolding.

That said, if something wasn’t working, it just wasn’t working.

If I had lived any sort of respectable life, I’d probably be a dad by now…

As a good-for-nothing whose existence centered around making money and then immediately spending said money on succubus joints, there was no way he could be fathom the idea of bringing up a proper family.

Papa simply wasn’t going to work for him. Instead, Stunk decided to dig far deeper.

“…Call me Daddy.”

“Oh, you’re gonna go down that road? You’re quite the connoisseur. As you wish.”

Piltia tugged on Stunk’s hand and sat him down on the edge of the bed before lowering herself onto his crotch, legs spread. She took his thick, human hand and put it to her throat, looking up at him.

“Hee-hee…as you wish, Daaaddy—”

“Ngh!!”

Piltia calling out to Stunk with a slight lisp had unprecedented impact. His mind went sheer-white, and he couldn’t speak.

“Hee-hee, I love your hands, Daddy. They’re so big and strong. ”

Piltia rubbed the back of Stunk’s hand with her cheek. It was chubby and smooth, and her face was so small that it looked like it might collapse. How were her cheeks as soft as a pillowy pair of breasts? This was shocking.

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Does your hand hurt? Can I kiss it better?”

Piltia kissed the back of Stunk’s hand with an audible smack. Her mouth was so small, she looked like she could only eat her meals one tiny bite at a time.

The tender sensation exploded like a hundred lightning bolts straight to the brain.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—!!”

Stunk’s eyes rolled back in his head as he convulsed.

It had significant impact, but it didn’t necessarily arouse him.

Instead, a feeling of warmth spread throughout Stunk’s chest, and if anything, his crotch was actually sedated.

“Guhh… Is this that paternal love people talk about…?!”

“Occasionally, I do get customers looking for that sort of thing. They don’t even want sex. They just rub my cheeks and lift me up high in the air or give me candy.”

Why would a person pay money for something like that? Any other day, Stunk would have asked the same question. But today, he saw the appeal.

To be honest, Stunk just wanted to rub her cheeks. That was all. He proceeded to do just that, squishing her face over and over again. When the firm feeling of her tiny scalp graced his fingertips just past her hair, he shuddered.

He lifted her up high into the air, holding her up by her armpits. Thanks to his training as a swordsman, she was light as a feather.

I wanna protect her…

Stunk regretted he didn’t have any sweets to give her. If she could have eaten them out of his hand, his heart would’ve ascended to heaven for sure.

“Hnnng… Urgh…”

Stunk suddenly found himself tearing up.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“N-nothing. It’s just that this is so different from my normal life, some part of me is trying to reject it… Fatherhood is no joke.”

“That’s because you’re always doing pervy stuff, isn’t it? Boop.”

Piltia lightly poked Stunk on the nose, and he laughed sheepishly. The muscles on his face relaxed, and he looked every bit like a fawning father, even though he had originally summoned her for an entirely different purpose.

But it was lifting his spirits, so he didn’t mind.

“… ’Kay, so when should I join in?”

A husky voice floated in from the side, along with a cloud of tobacco smoke.

The loose fairy’s seasoned face and tattoos shattered the aura of solace. The fatherly feeling that Stunk was getting drunk on had completely dissolved.

“Oh right… I wonder.”

“You want me to call you Daddy, too?”

“No, that won’t work. There’s a limit to how bad jokes can be.”

“Ah, gotcha, gotcha. In that case, I’ll just do whatever I want, so you two can keep doing the daddy-daughter thing.”

Aloe flapped her wings and vanished into Piltia’s shadow.

“All right then, let’s get back to our healthy, parental skinship, Piltia.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

Stunk and Piltia sat with their legs crossed and stared deeply into each other’s eyes at point-blank range.

He was getting lost in the delicate contours of her large, round eyes as well as her innocent, smiling face.

She’s so small, it’s like she grew up on the center of a plate, Stunk thought, his heart swelling with fatherly love.

All right, let’s keep it at this level.

This halfling woman, right here, right now, was Stunk’s daughter. Even if they weren’t related by blood.

…Even if she is the daughter of that woman… The one who betrayed me so long ago.

“NOOOO!!”

“Ahhh! You scared me!”

“S-sorry, I just had a really bad flashback!”

Stunk had imagined that Piltia was the daughter of the fiancée who had been snatched from him in the cuckold scene, and she was now his responsibility. The trauma was alive and well.

“Daddy, are you okay?”

“I’m fine… It’s in the past. The only thing that matters to me now is you. Everything’s gonna be all right…”

“You don’t look like everything’s gonna be all right… Oh my… Poor thing.”

Piltia held Stunk’s head close. Her arms were thin yet soft as they wrapped around him, and she stroked his head gently.

The painful memories began fading again.

“Ohh… Your healing powers are working… Almost too well… It’s so effective, it’s scary…”

“Piltia at your service, Daddy! Don’t be scared anymore! Pain, pain, fly away!”

“It’s flying away… My heart is ascending to heaven…”

Man could attain true happiness without sexual pleasure. For the first time ever, Stunk had achieved this state of mind and tried to push for the precipice of pure ecstasy.

However, in that moment, joy flooded his crotch.

“Ahh—!”

Stunk’s body contorted in reflex as he felt the flames of passion roar to life down below.

Aloe had latched her body onto his erection.

“What a naughty cock… You’re supposed to be having daddy-daughter time, but you’re rock-hard. How fucking shameless.”

“N-no—!! It’s because I haven’t cum in a while… Piltia! It’s not because of you! Your daddy isn’t that sort of man!”

“Daddy, I don’t really mind if you get excited by me…! That’s my job, after all.”

“I mean, that’s true…but—!”

In contrast to Stunk’s excuses, which fell flat, his member was now soaring tall and turgid from Aloe’s body heat.

“Wow, so hot! Just how much heated resentment did you keep pent up in here?”

Aloe was a tiny fairy, about the size of a doll, and she was simply holding Stunk’s rod. She pressed her bountiful bosom against it, wrapped her shapely legs around it, and applied pressure. She might have been small, but she oozed sexual energy as much as any other woman. If anything, her small stature meant that minute bits of pleasure were applied to various parts; it felt amazing.

“O-oh, ohhhh—!!”

“You’re really workin’ up a sweat. It smells so manly, heh.”

Aloe twisted herself around Stunk again and again until her body glistened with his precum. She was slick and sticky, producing obscene sounds as she squirmed her entire figure against his manhood.

Faced with an intricate level of stimulation that could not be replicated by any species as large as a human, Stunk readily fell into rapture.

“Ah, mm, o-ohhh, ahhhhh—”

“If you keep making a cute voice like that, I’m gonna give it to you extra hard.”

“Ah— Wait…! Please, not in front of my daughter…mm, mmf…!”

Stunk’s nervous system was assaulted with ecstasy, and he couldn’t help himself as he desperately reached to embrace his daughter. However, he could no longer feel her in his arms.

Before he realized it, she had hugged him from behind.

“You’re such a bad daddy… Did it feel that good getting rubbed off in front of your daughter?”

“Wh-what are you saying, Piltia…?! Your daddy isn’t…!”

“Oh my, you’re getting even bigger. Did you want to put this massive thing inside either of us? You’re a brute, aren’t you, Daddy?”

“Why are you calling me Dad—? Mm, hnng, ah!”

Nether stimulation wasn’t what had summoned Stunk’s cry this time. He was bitten on the ear from behind and had his nipple twisted.

“Wow, Daddy, you’re starting to sound like an animal… Hee-hee, it’s sooo cute.”

At a glance, Piltia looked innocent, but a razor-sharp sadism lurked underneath. She was a regular demon.

“Th-this is not how I raised you, I—ay, ay, ay—!!”

A friction just shy of pain assaulted Stunk’s engorged flesh. Aloe had gripped the tip of his sword, the most sensitive part, forcefully. Now she was stroking him in earnest, expertly avoiding the use of her long fingernails.

“Why not just give in and cum in front your daughter?”

“Yeah, don’t you want to blow your load? Let all that paternal dignity flow right out of you.”

Sadists.

Two of them.

They were both tiny, but their appetites for torture were enormous.

“Shit, shiiit…!!”

Stunk ground his teeth in shame and humiliation, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure. He had experienced softcore masochism during his trips to the succubus district. His M-side had blossomed to an extent. Now the sheer immorality of their roleplay caused his comparatively large human frame to shiver with delight.

“You can do it, you can do it, Dirty Daddy! ”

Piltia licked Stunk’s ear and dug her nails into his nipples.

“You’re twitching; you know that, right? You ready to cum? You are, aren’t ya? All right, then— Time to go in for the kill…!”

Aloe was performing a one-of-a-kind pole dance. Using her knees, she slid up and down salaciously, rubbing the most extreme sense of disgraceful pleasure into Stunk’s rigid blade.

Lightning raced through Stunk’s nerves as he bucked and spasmed.

“I-I-I’m not fit to be a faaaaather…!!”

His sense of defeat came shooting out. All that remained was undiluted satisfaction.

“You did such a good job, Daddy… You came so much, I thought Aloe was gonna drown.”

The tiny fairy was completely covered in the milky-white liquid splattered across Stunk’s thighs. The sight was erotic, but more than that, it was surreal.

Even then, Aloe was a true harlot. She let out a gregarious chuckle.

“Heh-heh-heh, getting covered in this much cum will drive a girl wild… Maybe next, we should try for the real deal, huh?”

“The real deal…? You think I’ll fit? I’m pretty sure you’d have a hell of a time trying to fit a cock half this size…”

“I might look small, but I’m still a succu-girl. Bring it on!”

Aloe clambered to the top of Stunk’s tower and spread her legs, clamping down on the tip with her thighs. It looked like there was no way it would fit, and trying to force it in would take a miracle—and possibly kill her.

If there wasn’t a small voice whispering in his ear, Stunk likely would have stopped himself, simply based off logic.

“You know you want to make this little doll your dirty slut, don’t you, Daddy…?”

His daughter shoved him from behind. He couldn’t help but believe her.

Here goes nothing!

Stunk unleashed his special move.

*

“Stunk, are you still holed up in there?! I’m opening the door!”

Stunk’s eyes shot open at the sound of his door opening.

Meidri screwed up her face as she cried out in disgust, and Zel brushed past her.

“If you don’t get your ass outside, your sword’s gonna go dull. In every sense.”

Zel shot Stunk a gaze that he rarely broke out. Stunk felt a sense of nostalgia mixed with relief as he yawned.

“Sorry to tell ya, bud, but my blade’s sharper as ever, and I’ve got the proof.”

The corners of Stunk’s mouth turned up in a wry smile.

It was slovenly yet fearless: his signature smirk.

Although he spat venom, Zel smiled in spite of himself.

“Jacking off all by yourself is pathetic, so knock it off. You’re not some virgin.”

“I wasn’t jacking off. I was getting busy for quite a while. Didn’t you notice? For that matter, wasn’t it super loud?”

Zel cocked his head to the side.

“All I heard was that you’ve been sleeping nonstop.”

“Yeah, I was pretty much in hibernation for the past week. But when I woke up a little while ago…”

Stunk peered out through the open window.

The sunset was bathing the town in a golden glow; it had been the same time of day right before he summoned the escorts.

Judging from the exhaustion in his loins, Stunk could’ve sworn he had been getting down and dirty until well after sunset, but…

“It’s already been a whole day since Meidri brought me food… That was yesterday, right?”

“Meidri came in and took your tray away sometime yesterday evening, but she said you were already sleeping like a log.”

“Is that true, Meidri?”

“Y-yes, of course! You were smirking in your sleep, and it was really disturbing!”

Meidri looked disgusted for some reason as she turned her face to the side.

If she came in around dusk, she would’ve definitely walked in on me going hard in the sheets…

Stunk folded his arms and growled at the suspicious situation.

“…Did I…dream the whole thing?”

“How should we know?”

“Yeah, there’s no way we’d know.”

Were they seriously trying to tell him that he didn’t have a crazy threesome? Did that mean his trauma got cured in a dream? And by the combination of a delinquent fairy and a loli halfling, no less?

“…Ah.”

In that moment, Stunk recalled a distant memory.

“Zel…do you remember the receptionist at that fairy joint we hit a while back?”

“There’s no way I’d forget. I’ve never seen another fairy like that… What about her?”

“Also, when we were at The Genderswap Inn, the girl who Kanchal asked for was a halfling…named Piltia, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, Piltia. She was such a sadist. That ended up being quite the ordeal.”

“Right, I remember the story now.”

Oh god.

Stunk had actually met both escorts before. The chance that it was all a dream skyrocketed.

Stunk’s body went limp from the sense of anticlimax, and his grip tightened around the item in his hand.

It was a vibrant, green leaf. He unfolded it and saw a pattern rising faintly from it.

Goosebumps dotted his skin as he trembled.

“Zel! I did it!”

Stunk pushed the leaf toward Zel.

“What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“It’s just like what happened with Brooz!”

Zel’s eyes lit up immediately. He and Stunk were different species, but their crotches marched to the beat of the same drum. There were some things that didn’t need to be said.

Stunk murmured the incantation again, and a small magical seal appeared on the leaf.

“This is definitely the same as when it happened to Brooz… It’s an ancient ritual.”

“Eh, so, um… What does that mean?”

Outside, Kanchal peered into the room quizzically at the leaf.

“Yesterday, I was visited by Time-Traveling Temptresses.”

Stunk had been visited by the exact girls he craved, and once he was satisfied, he’d drifted off to sleep.

Before he realized it, time had passed, and the girls were nowhere to be seen.

It was just like time spent in a dream. This was precisely how the urban legend had gone.

“Do you guys understand what I’m saying? This is the escort with the one-hundred-percent success rate!”

“That percentage sounds fake… But we can’t really write it off as a baseless rumor anymore.”

“Yeah, this’ll definitely get the blood pumping!”

The men all nodded at one another with stars in their eyes as Stunk stood up.

He hadn’t wandered off course yet. The knowledge that there was truth to this urban legend filled Stunk’s compass with energy. He was saluting the heavens. And since he didn’t even have pants on, his salute was exposed to the world.

“Stunk, I think you should put your sorry little weiner away, or Meidri’s gonna murder you.”

“Oh, so sorry for the stupendous display, Meidri. Though I’d wager no other man could satisfy you like I can. I’ll take you on whenever you’re ready.”

“Die!!”

Meidri chucked her tray at full force, and it collided with Stunk’s nose. He erupted into a gut laugh in spite of the stabbing, nostalgic pain. Zel was all smiles as well.

At last, Stunk had returned to the world of the living.

“It’s not all about size… Come on, guys… Even if you’re small, with the right technique…”

Kanchal, who’d heard the entire story, wore a sullen expression and mumbled to himself.

The investigation into the whereabouts of the Time-Traveling Temptress began anew.

There were three leads, each of which were divided among them for inquiry.

First, the angel Crimvael and the canine beast Brooz visited The Genderswap Inn.

“Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve seen your angelic face. Welcome back.”

The receptionist wearing a wide-brimmed, pointy hat greeted them courteously.

“I’m sorry, we’re not here as customers today… We have something we’d like to ask you.”

“Elza’s here today, you know.”

“Gulp—”

Crim’s frail chest began fluttering fiercely at the mention of their favorite hyena hybrid.

Their lower abdomen throbbed, but they resisted the urge and drove back their female instincts.

I have to help out, too!

Stunk had sunken into the depths of despair but was finally back. Crim couldn’t wimp out now of all times.

Above all else, they, too, were interested in unraveling the mystery of the Time-Traveling Temptress.

“We’d like to speak with Piltia today, if possible.”

“She returned to her hometown last week. She’s supposed to be back tomorrow, though.”

“That means she didn’t do any escort work yesterday or the day before, huh?”

“If I recall, she’s also registered with an escort service, but I really doubt she’d be working while she was back at her parents’ place.”

One piece of testimony acquired.

Crim clenched their fists tightly as they accepted their findings. Brooz was growling as he looked through the catalog of girls.

“Hmm…a sex change…? To become a female dog and howl at the moon… To bark and yip like a house pet…”

“…Brooz?”

“No, no, you’ve got me all wrong, Crim. It’s not like I’m actually interested. I just briefly imagined becoming a female dog and having a collar put around my neck by another all-black female dog… Being forced to lick her high heels… But it’s not like I’m actually excited by the idea or anything. That would be ridiculous.”

The dog-hybrid warrior Brooz was panting pretty hard.

Crim stood in complete amazement as they turned their attention to matters other than why they had come here in the first place.

From the front desk, they could just barely see into the back of the shop. A cigarette dangled from Elza’s mouth.

Their heart pounded at the mere sight of that unforgettable muzzle.

“…Umm, excuse me.”

Crim and Brooz both paid the fee and drank the genderswap potion.

Zel and Kanchal arrived at the fairy-specialty joint Honey Flower.

The subject of their investigation—a delinquent fairy with lurid eyes—was working the reception desk, a dangerous smile on her face.

“Well, well, it’s nice to see you two again.”

“Sorry, we’re not customers today.”

“Then I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. This ain’t the village well, y’know.”

Being waved off put a damper on Zel’s spirits.

“Come on, don’t say that. You don’t even have any customers right now.”

Zel pushed a pack of cigarettes that he’d gotten from Stunk toward the receptionist. Tobacco was poisonous, and Zel hated it, so he wanted to get rid of them quickly.

The receptionist took one from the pack and stuck it into her pipe. Without hesitation, Zel lit it for her with magic, eager to please.

“Hahhh… Okay, what do you want?”

“Do you take customers yourself?”

“What, are you requesting me? If that’s what this is, just say so. Still, you’re not really my type, so it’ll depend on how well you can tip.”

“No, that’s not what I’m getting at, so knock off the appraisal.”

He felt a cold sweat on his brow as she bored into him with a blank stare. Zel didn’t have the most attractive gaze himself, but he had to take his hat off to the receptionist. If he showed a shred of weakness, she would probably disembowel him.

“We want to know if you offer escort services!”

“So ya like doin’ it at home instead of at a joint, huh? Well, sorry, but we don’t do that here.”

“Is that so? I see, our apologies! All right, let’s go, Kanchal!”

Zel turned on his heel to escape, but Kanchal stood on his tiptoes and thrusted himself toward the counter.

“I’d like a strong-willed woman who’s actually a masochist, please.”

“Okay, how about this girl here?”

“Oy, what the hell are you doing?”

Zel reached down to grip Kanchal’s diminutive shoulder, but his hand got slapped away.

“Leave me alone. I want to experience the tiny body of a fairy.”

“You already have, and we’re on a different mission right now.”

“I’ll decide my own priorities, thanks.”

Kanchal’s eyes had a dangerous tint lurking within. It was animosity.

“Are you still torn up over the review I wrote for the cuckold joint?”

“Nope. We’re completely different species, so what good would it serve me to get torn up over it? Technique is more important than size, and any guy would rather have a girl who’s too loose instead of too tight. There’s a certain…charm that humans and elves just don’t understand.”

Forget charm. Kanchal was being blunt to a fault, and it was overly indecent.

Zel resisted the urge to chew him out. Even though his last review was relatively immature, he didn’t think it warranted an apology.

“…Well, some people have dicks so big that no one can take ’em on, I guess.”

“That’s right! Just look at Crim. His cock’s so big, it’s actually tragic. I pity him, to be completely honest. I’ll never be able to forget his face from that one time, though.”

Zel managed to divert any further attack on Crim. He felt bad for them, too.

The receptionist continued puffing on her cigarette.

“So what’ll it be? You can either stick around and grab a girl or get the hell out.”

“Playtime for me, please!”

“All right, all right. I’ll pick someone, too, since we’re already here. Do you have any girls with high mana?”

Zel and Kanchal spent the remainder of their time enjoying themselves in the fairy garden.

Technically speaking, succu-girls weren’t actually succubi. It was simply a perfunctory title that represented the fact that they were performing legal, cultural activities on the basis of them having succubus heritage. This afforded them full right to indulge instincts and habits with regard to sexual services.

That said, there were succubus joints that employed actual, full-blooded succubi. The joint Stunk had stepped into was one such place.

It was a massive tower sixty floors high, soaring into the sky like the castle of a demon lord, with over one thousand rooms and several thousand succubus workers. It was cheaper than the average joint, with longer allotted playtimes. It was the zenith of succubus joints; however, Stunk rarely visited. This time, as with the others, Stunk had only stopped by to gather information.

“I’d like to ask a question.”

He got down to business the second he walked in and didn’t even look at the receptionist, instead staring intensely at the quill in her hand. He was focusing as hard as he possibly could—a precautionary measure against her succubus powers.

The succubi didn’t use their magical powers of seduction recklessly. If they slipped up, they could be accused of illegal solicitation. Regardless, seducing men was an intrinsic part of a succubus’s instincts.

Don’t give in… If you start fooling around here, you won’t be able to get it up for a week!

Sex with a succubus eclipsed a simple bout of pleasure. The experience gripped a man’s soul and effectively drained it dry. If one didn’t make the necessary preparations, or else have a good reason to visit, the encounter would be far too intense.

If Stunk hadn’t lightened his load a few days ago with the Time-Traveling Temptresses, he would have been in big trouble.

“I’d like to know about the demonesses who appear in dreams.”

“We have all the dream demonesses you could ask for.”

Her voice was so sultry; it reverberated into the deepest recesses of Stunk’s ears.

There was a type of succubus that manifested that level of lust in certain dream scenarios. They entered men’s dreams and wrapped them up in their lascivious fantasies. These were the dream demonesses.

Perhaps the strange experience that both Stunk and Brooz had fallen victim to had been orchestrated by a someone invading their dreams.

That meant the true identity of the Time-Traveling Temptress could indeed have been a dream demoness.

Stunk needed to test this theory, which was why he visited the succubus tower.

“Do you offer dream-demoness escort services?”

“If that’s what you’re after, please take a telepathy card.”

The receptionist pushed a piece of paper, which was imprinted with the shop name and a magic seal, toward Stunk.

“If you use this card to contact our establishment, a girl will enter your dreams soon after you fall asleep. The telepathy and entering of dreams are all relayed from here through magic, so it really doesn’t matter where you are. Of course, this excludes any place where magic is forbidden, so please exercise caution.”

Stunk compared the telepathy card with the leaf engraved with a magical seal. Even without any magical capacity, he could tell they were very different.

“Do you use any cards like this one?”

“That’s definitely a retro card…but let me see. Hey, Grandma, do you recognize this?”

The receptionist took the leaf from Stunk and called out behind the front desk.

The woman who appeared looked far too young and lustrous to be anyone’s grandma. She was really more cherubic than anything. Her skin looked baby soft and smooth as silk. To top it all off, she was extremely attractive.

“Why? Does this fellow wish to play with a naughty little girl?”

“Is this tiny magical seal from your generation?”

“I’m still young, so how would I know?”

“Grandma, that’s not cute, so cut it out.”

“Come now, come now. I’ve used that line to milk out the thickest man juices for hundreds of years. Even when I conceived your mother, I called your grandpa Daddy and did the forbidden—”

“You might be a succubus, but it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more modest.”

Stunk was getting a glimpse at a very personal family interaction. The grandma succubus took the leaf in her small hands.

“Ah, this is from before even my time. Oy, Grannie!”

They’d gone even further up the family tree and summoned another grandma. She appeared and was every bit as thick, tight, and juicy as the younger women.

Just like elves, the ages of succubi couldn’t be determined from looks alone. Zel and Crim could likely figure it out through magic, but the human swordsman simply thought, Well, they’re hot, so who cares? as his crotch started to twitch.

No, wait… I told myself I wasn’t going to fool around.

Stunk nearly got sucked in.

“I haven’t actually seen this particular magical seal before…but it is pretty close to the type used in your great-grandmother’s generation.”

“Are you serious? I believe a species closely related to dream demonesses uses them.”

Stunk took the plunge and addressed the great-grandmother while averting his eyes.

“I don’t know if they actually used that particular seal, but I have heard there were succubus joints back then that dealt in dreams, even without the use of dream demonesses.”

The great-grandma fell silent and creaked her neck to the side twice.

“Sleepy…sleepy…”

“Need a nap, Granny?”

“You’re half-asleep aren’t you, Great-Grandmother?”

“No, no, no. The joint was called Sleepy…Sleepy something.”

The older succubus’s words set off a spark in Stunk’s brain like a flash of lightning.

“Sleeptopia!”

The woman Stunk had spoken to when he’d used the card had definitely said that name. It was probably because Stunk was so groggy then that he didn’t remember it until just now.

“Please, Grandma, tell me all you can!”

Stunk was practically gnawing on the counter as he prodded for more information.

The great-grandma bowed her head deeply and…

“Zzzzz…”

“Oh, she’s out like a light. When this happens, she doesn’t usually wake up for at least three days.”

“I’ll bring her to her room.”

The receptionist picked up her great-grandma and dragged her out of sight to the rear of the establishment.

Stunk sighed in exasperation, his strength sapped, as his only lead disappeared before his very eyes.

He was already thinking about how to get the most out of his return visit in three days when he felt a tug on his sleeve.

“If you’re talking about the place called Sleeptopia, I’ve heard of it, too.”

The grandmother succubus was looking up at Stunk with an innocent gaze. He unconsciously looked her in the eyes.

They were works of art, with all the light of a newborn child’s, yet wholly voluptuous.

“I heard they have girls similar to myself, I think…”

Stunk poured all his focus into listening so he wouldn’t be tempted to do anything else. He told himself that when it came to lolis, one out of every ten visits was enough for him.

Nonetheless, he found himself unable to look away from her tender figure.

Come to think of it, I never actually got to bang Piltia, either… She was small, but not as small as the fairy. I definitely would’ve been able to fit inside a halfling. What a wasted opportunity…

Indecent thoughts ran through Stunk’s mind. He couldn’t. Oh shit.

The succubus laughed coyly, somehow mature.

“Haven’t you heard the urban legend?”

“Huh? Which one?”

“Oh no, now I’ve done it. You’re really looking my petite body up and down while we’re talking.”

Now she was addressing Stunk shamelessly, barely managing to enunciate. Stunk could only grind his teeth and groan.

The grandmother succubus grinned easily and traced the shape of her lips with her pinky finger. She pulled Stunk in with her gaze and this erotic gesture before shaking off her urge and speaking in a whisper.

“The succubus joint at the end of the sky… That’s what they call Sleeptopia these days.”

As soon as Stunk and the crew gathered at Ye Pubbe, they dug into the information they’d gathered.

First and foremost, Piltia and Aloe having visited Stunk as escorts could not be verified.

Also, during the era when the retro magic seal had been in use, there existed a succubus joint called Sleeptopia. There were girls who worked there capable of manipulating dreams.

Today, Sleeptopia was referred to as the succubus joint at the end of the sky.

“That’s a pretty famous one, huh? The succubus joint at the end of the sky.”

Kanchal was the first to get to the meat of the matter. As a halfling, he had stuffed his tiny head full of miscellaneous knowledge. Some of it was pure trivia.

“In the wasteland to the west, they say there’s a succubus joint high in a tower that pierces the very clouds. It’s somewhere that can’t be reached by the average person: The Dying Tree in the Ruined City.”

“If no one can enter, then how do they know it’s a succubus joint?”

“Well, that part is the urban legend…or at least, I always thought so.”

Kanchal chuckled to himself like a mischievous child, and everyone around him also smirked broadly. Crim—who always pretended to be a Goody Two-shoes—was too busy with work to join. Only the lecherous adults remained.

“If the Time-Traveling Temptresses turn out to be escorts from the succubus joint at the end of the sky…that means that, at the very least, they’re still in business.”

Stunk spread out a map on the table.

“There’s just one problem, though. Where the hell is the wasteland to the west?”

“Yeah, there are wastelands everywhere, huh? And we don’t know where we’re looking west from.”

The group took turns pointing at the map and listing wastelands that came to mind.

However, Zel sat with his arms crossed and a sober look on his face.

“What’s the matter, Zel? When you make that face, you look like a degenerate cooking deep-fried pork cutlets in a back alley.”

“I’d rather not have a genuine degenerate tell me that. I was just recalling something that a fairy—who was pretty much the final boss of all degenerates—told me.”

He was definitely taking about Aloe.

“Stunk, how did you come to have the leaf in your possession?”

“Oh, good point… I don’t have any recollection of where or when I got it.”

“And the money was gone before you realized it, right?”

“Yeah. My coin purse was short the exact amount that they charged.”

Zel scowled with his degenerate face and hesitated for a moment before saying, “We might have ourselves an organization that’s operating under the table.”

The entire group froze in place like they’d had a bucket of ice water thrown on them.

The succubus industry was monolithic and generated a massive amount of tax revenue everywhere it existed. As such, nations had imposed several laws to regulate and control it. If foul business practices were discovered, appropriate measures would be taken immediately. The government would intervene, or the business would be shut down.

“But the price was lower than average, and the service was impeccable…right, Brooz?”

“Yeah, I’d definitely hit them up again if I could…”

“Even if escort services weren’t illegal, escorts still have to go through an establishment the nation has issued a business license to, or else they would run into trouble with the authorities…”

A gloom spread throughout the room. Their most promising lead was threatening to slip between their fingers and into a chasm of despair.

Stunk slammed both his palms on the table.

“I thought that finally…finally, we were gonna solve the mystery…”

“If the place is operating illegally, that’s not good for anyone…”

“But will it really affect customers? Don’t forget—the current orc administration in power is very lenient on the succubus industry.”

“Get real, Kanchal. It’s a mystery succubus joint that no one has ever entered. Anyone who actually did didn’t live to tell the story, so there’s always the chance that information has never really spread about it…”

Unpleasant thoughts darkened their minds. The pure wishes of man were falling victim to despair.

Their bright and sunny outlook was suddenly shrouded in sorrow.

“All we wanna do…is get our rocks off at succubus joints…”

“How can you look so glum while saying something so dumb?”

Meidri lined up a fresh mug of ale for each of them on the table.

“What do you mean? We’re talking about male romanticism here.”

“Yeah, when you feel like you’ve overcome great adversity, finally getting to climax is that much sweeter.”

“As I said. Dumb.”

As the winged waitress rose to fly away, she offered parting words, her cold eyes half-lidded. “If you’re so concerned about legality, why not go to the district office to get your questions answered?”

Meidri was so blunt that Stunk and company could only shrug.

“What good would it do to ask about an urban legend at the district office?”

Having lifted their spirits, the group raised their mugs in cheers.

The information desk at the district office assented to their query as soon as they heard the details.

Their reply came easily.

“Ah yes, Sleeptopia’s delivery service is licensed.”

The employee went on to explain the ins and outs of the situation.

“I actually just found the documentation other day while organizing some files, but their business license has been valid for the past few millennia. I couldn’t believe it! Here’s the address. The journey to The Dying Tree in the Ruined City is particularly arduous, so you should be well prepared. Ah, also, the door at the front of the establishment won’t open for just anyone. If you want to enter, you’ll have to pass a test. If you’re able to read the inscription, you’ll know why it was made in the first place…”

At first, the crew thought he was just bored and wanted to make small talk, but they couldn’t ignore what he said immediately after that.

“If you’re heading to The Dying Tree in the Ruined City, could I ask a favor?”

Nothing in life was free, not even information. Having ulterior motives as opposed to just being a nice guy definitely boosted the credibility of any information obtained. That was why the crew didn’t have any complaints about his request.

“We probably could’ve ended this wild-goose chase ages ago if we had just come here first…”

“That’s not really for you to say, is it, Stunk?”

Like Stunk, Zel was looking far off into the distance, beyond the clouds.