One thing I love about “old” cities back on Earth? Really old bars. Hard to find but worth the search.
Why?
Their smell.
Centuries of alcohol and smoke. Soaked into the building’s very bones. Of course with that comes centuries of piss, vomit, and sweat. But you learn to filter those out.
Like old whorehouses stained with perfume, lust, and despair. The scent lingers long after the ones who left it have passed on.
Never imagined I would find a place like that in Stormgarde.
♫ I am still living with your, ghost. Lonely and dreaming of the west coast… ♫
Though I really shouldn’t be surprised. This school is hundreds of years old. Why wouldn’t there be a hundreds of years old bar to go with it?
This “bar” is two stories of good food and drink. But that doesn’t count the basement. And in that basement? Is the club called, “Masks.”
♫ American women, stay awa from me… American women, mama let me be… ♫
Masks' is an open secret among the “in” crowd, according to Blue. And been here since Stormgarde was still the northern royal army’s headquarters.
Me? Guess I’m not part of that clique because I’ve never heard of this place.
In this sort of secret club is my dinner date. The honorable high princess whatever the fuck her name is. And whoever built this place? Went all out. “Exclusive” and “excessive” is what immediately comes to mind when I entered. Someone was putting on the ritz.
♫ There is, a house, in Sin City. The call the Rising Sun. And its been, the ruin, of many a poor boy. And god, I know, I’m one… ♫
Dim mood lighting, neon(how do they make neon here?), and plenty of glitz. Lots of magic cgi type effects too with picture walls, moving mirrors, floating drinks, etc, etc… Like a brothel version of Mister Magorium’s Magic Emporium.
Man, wish I had a camera.
Place even has multiple entrances and exits. Some hidden like secret doors. So cool. Tons of security too. Gorillas well dressed in dark outfits with no visible armor or weapons.
♫ A little bit of sunshine. A little bit of booze. A little bit of me. And a little bit of you… ♫
[Super Senses] tells me these goons got plenty of both though. Just hidden. Camouflaged. The “help,” on the other hand, goes for the sexy instead of intimidating look. Hotties working as waitresses and “entertainers” in very revealing outfits.
This underground hangout is at least two floors deep. Maybe more. Hard to tell because its broken up into multiple large rooms. With smaller ones allowing for “private” parties. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.
♫ I've been stuffed in your pocket, for the last hundred days. When I don’t get my bath, I take it out on the slaves… ♫
Really need to get around to exploring what’s “under” Stormgarde. My shadows have tried but there are a truly ridiculous number of wards and traps down there.
Masks has several stages for musicians. And I’m on one of them right now. This room is themed and sized more as a spot for lounge lizards instead of strippers.
♫ Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tú. Me gusta viajar, me gustas tú… ♫
It being a Monday, the crowd is light and no acts were hired. So I’ve claimed one for myself and Cheri, Sayo’s magic electric guitar.
You want wish fulfillment? Try playing a magic guitar, in a fantasy club, under an isekai school. Surrounded by your harem of adoring babes.
Oh, baby.
Can it get better than this?
♫ Somewhere, over the rainbow. Way up high… ♫
Hours earlier.
*splish* *schlop* *splash*
“Ooh! Ah! J-Jon-k-kun. Yesh. S-sho. Gu-goo…”
Fingers dig deep into a tight rear as I hammer it up and down. Thick rod plunders her grooling treasure box. Slender shaking arms wrap around my neck. Cute b-cups squish against my chest. Rock hard nipples poke through a soaked flapping shirt. Toned quaking legs locked around my waist. Pale JK girl’s riding through her orgasms.
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Hitomi? Is such a great girlfriend. As soon as she saw me in the hallway after isekai math class? Knew I was worn out. Immediately grabbed and dragged me straight to Lions Keep.
Harem caught up and began stripping me before we were even off campus. Clothesless by the time we reach the keep. Give plenty of castle guards and servants a fresh view of their lordship. And his little lordship too.
Hope they don’t think that’s the new dress code.
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*fwop* *chu* *shlick*
*M-master. Y-y-yes. Righ-ight th-there. D-deli-v-er meee!!!”
One hand grips the back of an ashen neck. Other roughly squeezes Frankie’s heaven defying g-cup breasts. An amazingly juicy ass rests on the tub’s edge. Two limber dusky legs form a wide V in front of me. Spreading a drowned skirt with ankles held high by a pair of grey supple arms. Her feminine cave overflows with every thrust of its invader’s dragon.
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Didn’t stop until we reach the bath in the garden behind the Grand Suite. My JK girl pulling me into the hot tub with her while she’s still dressed. Water revealing hard nipples through her shirt.
Harem was right behind her and didn’t bother getting undressed either. Our hungry kissing quickly joined by more delicate hands, lips, and tongues. Exploring and cleaning every nook and cranny of me.
These naughty nurses knew exactly what their doctor needed.
Emergency Orgy, Stat!
Though I’m the only dude. So can you really call it an orgy?
Don’t have Odaline, Simone, or Frosty in the hump tub because lamer saruman is having a big after school teacher’s meeting. But still got Frankie, Red, Blue, Lili, Hitomi, Mila, and Lula here. Doing their isekai romance interest best to take care of me, and each other.
Is that an orgy or a one, two, five, eightsome?
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*schlap* *schlap* *schlap*
“Ahh! D-darling! Ooh! More! Ba-ang your-r b-blue blood-ded bitch-ch!”
Fingers clutch around a slim waist. Firm butt and thighs slap against my hips. Pair of fair legs run up my torso. Squeezing her b-cups together and ending with two lovely feet cupping my face. My shovel pounds through her flower’s petals. Student uniform’s blue ribbon is untied but pasted to her breasts. Arms dangle at her side while Blue screams to the heavens.
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By the time I got to Blue? Was so worked up I folded her in half.
Okay, yeah, I admit it. Way frustrated over how “uneducated” isekai school makes me feel. I’m not a genius but, was smart enough that I could sail through school with minimum effort.
No I didn’t ace everything but I would at least pass.
But in medieval land? Not just the answers I know are right, are wrong. But how they even get to those answers is different. And its fucking frustrating. Thank god for [Sex Magic], Sex Machine Mode, and eager understanding hotties.
Sex machine mode? Oh, yeah, uh… Remember how I can do “unnatural” things with my mana spirit stuff? Well, after lots and lots of fucking, I eventually figured out what is happening.
Basically? My cheats let me sex a woman materially, and astrally, at the same time. So when I go downtown? Their body and soul are both getting lit up.
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Instead of War Machine mode where I open the mana flood gates? You know, my magic nitro? Sex Machine mode is where I turn on the taps, but just a little bit. Then focus that mana on the hotspots. Dick, tongue, fingers, toes, etc…
The result? Stimulate both their physical and astral bodies wherever I touch them. Or they touch me. And for areas that are already sensitive? G-spot?
Kaboom.
Yeah, powerful shit.
This could also explain some of the odd behavior I’ve been seeing with my harem. Plus the odd emotions I’ve been feeling through the rings. I expect, well at least hope, for some appreciation. Adoration though?
This isn’t just breaking slash taming then training the heroine’s body and mind like your typical NTR chad. From what I can figure so far? I’m doing it to their souls too.
Great, more cult shit.
Should I do something about this? Yeah, I’m a pig. But I try to be a polite one. Not above by hook or crook to get some when I’m hungry. But I try not to be an asshole about it.
Still. Even if I’m brainwashing, or in this case soulwashing, them? Not like they aren’t getting anything out of the deal. Take better care of them than 99.9% of men on this planet would. Emotionally, financially, sexually, etc… Also save them from the fate shared by 99.9% of women in this male dominated borderline misogynistic world.
Or…
I’m just a douchebag trying to justify becoming an isekai Charles Manson. Maybe even Jim Jones.
Better take kool-aid off the menu.
Just to be safe.
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*splash* *fwop* *schlik*
“Lady Ushinua?”
Eh? What’s not-sebastian doing here? He usually avoids happy hump time.
“S-sen-sei! P-plea… M-mo-more!”
Guess Oda and Sim could sense what was going on through the rings because after the first couple rounds? They came sprinting into the bath and pounced on me. With Frosty not far behind.
Gave the other girls a much needed break. That, of course, Red and Blue are using to make out. Frankie and Lili are getting it on too but you can tell their hearts aren’t in it. They are still focused on me instead of each other unlike Red and Blue who are in their own pink world.
Rest are fingering rubbing pinching themselves or just collapsed on the side of the tub. Recovering.
As the queens of my harem, both Frankie and Lili turn their attention to my super cool butler. They know he would not interrupt us unless it was important and time sensitive.
“Yes?”
“A message has been delivered from Her Imperial Highness, Princess Tiang Li Zexi, of Yangxu.” Who? “Included is the place and time of the meeting.”
Oh, wasn’t that the chick with the chinese analogue servant?
“When and where?” Why do you care, Lili? I’m too busy to go.
Dignified dude, is dignified. “The requested time is six this evening, Lady Lilias. The requested place, is Masks.”
“Masks?” Never heard of it Frankie?
“Masks?!”
Guess Blue has. Considering the way her head suddenly popped up from where it had been snuggling between Red’s thighs.
Lili looks confused.
“Do you know of it, Sister Aliote?”
“Uh…” Blue is shaking her head. “You really don’t want darling to go there.”
Now Frankie looks perplexed.
“Why?”
Apparently Blue has forgotten how sharp my hearing is with [Super Senses] and that I can see through shadows because she starts whispering.
“Masks is a private club by the Stormgarde gate. Invitation only. Where lords and ladies, plus favored commoners, can go to… You know.”
The shock of seeing Blue suddenly acting shy and quiet almost makes me slip out of Odaline.
Almost.
Lili scoffs.
“Sister Aliote, I doubt such a place would last long once their Houses found out. The scandal of noblewomen losing their chastity in such a place.”
“There are other holes, you know.” Is Blue, smirking? “A maiden may experience the joy of being a woman and still keep her virtue.”
Wait, is she talking about what I think she’s talking about?
Ha!
Now, again, virginity isn’t a deal breaker for noble marriages in this world. But it is valuable. Princess so and so might bag a duke with her hymen intact. And only a count without it.
Of course lineage and mana reservoir are just as important. Throw it all together and marriage negotiations between noble families can get pretty crazy.
My Ex-Oracle of Metia, Frankie, told me that in the earliest holy texts. The goddess says that a woman’s virginal “essence” gives the best chance for a magically gifted child.
My priest-wife also told me that its an unproven, though widespread, belief.
In fact, the scriptures say the same thing about a man’s virginal “essence.” So your best chance for a super baby is to have both be virgins, with big mana pools, and proven magic baby making lineages.
Predictably, the noblemen tend to “forget” that they’re supposed to wait for marriage too.
Meaning for the unmarried lord douchebags? Every hole’s a goal. And for the ladies in waiting? Just the rear dear.
Back to the conversation, Frankie quickly realizes the danger.
“Sister Lilias, we should apologize to her imperial highness and… reschedule.”
Really? I don’t know. What could possibly go wrong with taking an aggravated and frustrated trigger happy psycho to a sex club filled with horny overprivaleged and overstimulated little bitches and bastards.
Duh…
See the harem plus one trading looks. Can tell they’ve silently agreed that’s one recipe for disaster to avoi-
“The invitation included a request for Lord Barton to perform.” Say what now, not-sebastian? “Her imperial highness has already secured consent from the establishment’s owner.”
An excuse to rock?
Fuck yeah!