(Chastity Reversed) I'm Sorry, My Lady. I Had Sex With Another Woman Again

“Apologize to me, apologize to me! With sincerity!”

“Y-yes.”

What on earth had happened here?

In front of me sat a woman in a cheongsam with her legs crossed.

She tossed her long black hair about wildly. Unable to suppress her irritation, she had struck the table several times.

Now she had her arms crossed, looking at me with eyes full of anger as if I were her parents’ killer.

This was the first time I’d witnessed her like this since we’d met.

“Prostrate yourself! Prostrate!”

“Yes… Right now…”

Kneeling before the transformed Ebon-san, I thought:

Ah, I shouldn’t have said that.

While harboring feelings of regret, I reflected on the events from a few hours ago.

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“Simon-san! …No, Boichi-san! I told you not to meet with people on your own, didn’t I?!”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“There’s no heart in it! I won’t accept that apology!”

Ebon-san had been out for a while after meeting the woman who’d been wet in front of the brothel. She’d returned around evening.

She’d apparently been talking for quite a long time.

Moreover, it probably hadn’t been a good conversation for Ebon-san. She was in a huff and bad mood.

…Well, this might be because I’d broken my promise. But I thought this much should be okay.

Even if my very soul was drowning in debt, I wanted human rights.

“Really, honestly… This is looking like it’ll become troublesome, and I don’t like it, truly.”

“Is that so? Actually, who was she? I thought she was someone cooperating with the rescue.”

“…Well, that’s not entirely wrong. As a result, anyway.”

While offering iced tea to Ebon-san who let out a big sigh, I encouraged her to continue.

But Ebon-san either didn’t notice my gaze or began silently drinking the iced tea.

I thought about speaking again, but since she’d fallen silent, I was drawn into silence as well.

“The problem is Si… Boichi-san. I made you promise, didn’t I? When working as a male prostitute, ‘use your stage name’ and ‘don’t leave here.’ It troubles me when those are broken.”

“N-no, well, um… When you say don’t leave here, I thought the garden at least would count as… within the grounds. I was thinking that, or rather, I still think that…”

When I’d made the contract with her, we’d established several rules.

Use the stage name ‘Boichi.’

(This was taken from my real name, Simon Boichi)

And a prohibition on going out.

Until I repaid the debt, I wasn’t to leave the mansion grounds except under Ebon-san’s instructions.

—It wasn’t something I, who’d incurred 300 billion in debt, could say much about, but… wasn’t this a bit harsh?

If I went out into the town, even if 10 billion was impossible, I thought I could earn about 1 million by selling my body…

Ebon-san seemed to have no intention of lowering the price or letting me go out.

“…Boichi-san. Can you look into the eyes of me, your employer and creditor, and say that? Look into the eyes of me, who holds 299.9 billion in debt?”

“N-no, I can’t…”

“That’s right ♪”

With a “kyapi” sound effect, flowers bloomed on Ebon-san’s face as she held a fan to her mouth.

However, the eyes behind it weren’t smiling.

Because I’d experienced every part of her body, I could tell she was quite angry.

“Boichi-san, I said I’d release you after 5 years of service, but that was just a verbal promise. Of course I’ll keep my promise, but… if Boichi-san doesn’t keep his, I have my own ideas~ ♪”

“I-I’m sorry!”

This was bad. Very bad indeed…

Come to think of it, maybe I’d been taking the debt from Ebon-san lightly somewhere, thinking it wasn’t debt from a stranger.

If the promise of release in 5 years disappeared, at 100 million per day, how many years would that be…?

Let’s see, when I calculated it the other day, 8 years was 292 billion… So about 8 years and 3 months? At the fastest. If she had her period or days when she wasn’t in the mood… 10 years, or maybe even more.

That’s dangerous, quite dangerous.

If I didn’t appease her, my male prostitute life would extend by more than 3 years. I had to grovel here.

“Hah~ ♪ What shall we do, hmm ♪”

“E-Ebon-san~ ♡”

I desperately put on a wheedling voice.

I was already a 300 billion debt male prostitute. I had nothing left to lose.

“Mm? What is it~ ♡”

“Tonight♡ No rules, okay? whispers So… won’t you forgive me~? Pleaaase~♡”

“…Nfu ♡ Oh my~ is that alright ♡ I won’t hold back~ ?”

“That’s fine ♡ Ebon-san has been taking care of me~ ♡”

“I-it can’t be helped~ honestly~ ♡”

The corners of her eyes, which had been rigidly unmoved, drooped loosely.

Good, her mood seemed to have improved.

She positioned herself next to me and poked my cheeks, going “hey hey.”

“Boichi-san, you’re my male prostitute for 5 years, so don’t forget that~ ♡”

“Hahaha.”

Unable to repay the 300 billion properly, I didn’t know how to respond to her words and forced a smile.

Immediately after, my lips were stolen.

It was the refined taste of iced tea. Delicious.

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“Louise-sama, the investigation regarding Ebon is complete.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

After finishing the city representative meeting, I, Louise, was receiving reports from my subordinates.

…Coordination with the cities had somehow worked out.

We’d managed to get subordinates onto most of the ships they were boarding. If the students were found, we, the Demon Lord Army, could speak with them first.

If that was the case, it would be easier to silence the students and, depending on the situation, even investigate the human butler named Simon.

As a result, it went surprisingly smoothly, almost frighteningly so.

It proceeded well for us. That Ebon didn’t interfere either and maneuvered favorably for us.

However—

[—Boichi-san, why are you here? ♪ I told you not to leave the mansion, didn’t I?]

Her slimy smile. Her face as she glared at Boichi-san with filthy eyes. It wouldn’t leave my head. Even during the meeting, those two contrasting figures kept flickering in my mind.

That’s why I’d hurriedly had my subordinates investigate.

About Ebon, and if possible, about Boichi-san too.

Naturally, there was no information about Boichi-san since he’d just washed ashore.

However, as the only piece of information, he’d apparently been witnessed walking naked with Ebon a few days ago. …I thought it was from when he was swept to sea, but for some reason, my heart felt unsettled.

And Ebon.

Since there was a lot of information about her, they’d apparently compiled it on paper.

Grateful for my subordinates’ competence, I looked it over.

Her background.

—Raised as an ugly daughter, bullied.

I was of good blood, so I hadn’t experienced that, but I could empathize with the ugly part.

She’d suffered too, hadn’t she…

Her career.

—Inherited the company from her parents and achieved tremendous growth in one generation.

Hmm, I’d heard the name ‘Ebon Trading Company’ even in distant places… Looking at it this way, it was remarkable.

Regardless of her personality, she was undoubtedly capable.

And the incident she’d caused—no, been victimized by. This was most interesting.

—As collateral for debt, concluded a slave contract with a male demon. However, the demon, dissatisfied with this, threw acid at her, causing injury. In the subsequent trial, ‘the demon’s arguments were generally accepted, and he received a short sentence’ while ‘Ebon appealed but lost, and was thereafter prohibited from slave contracts involving debt’ among other things…

…It seemed she’d had harsh experiences.

As a fellow ugly woman, the content was severe enough to evoke some sympathy.

Looking at the court records at hand, her trial had been handled by demons. In the demon country where demons were overwhelmingly numerous, this was natural. I’d heard that humans were a minority in the demon country and were disadvantaged in trials.

But to issue such a biased verdict just because of different races… I was somewhat appalled.

If they’d been the same demon race, they probably wouldn’t have issued such a verdict—even I, a demon, could think that. If so, her despair must have been…

(That insolently polite woman had also suffered….Hm?)

At that moment, I suddenly had doubts.

I felt two things.

It said ‘Ebon has facial scars and had been avoiding public attention since the incident,’ but from today’s impression, her face showed no scars.

And it said ‘prohibited from slave contracts,’ but…

If so, what about Boichi-san?

What exactly was he?

Being made to wear a bathrobe revealing enough to show his nipples, then being scolded for going outside—it was abnormal.

What exactly was Ebon making him do?

For a male prostitute, that place, that mansion, was different from what you’d call a brothel.

I’d never been to such places, but I felt that way.

But he shouldn’t be a slave either. It said Ebon could no longer own slaves.