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

“Ebon, I understand your scheme. …You made Boichi-san incur debt and enslaved him, didn’t you? Despite being prohibited from owning slaves due to a past incident, you defied that—”

“…”

Receiving my words, Louise, the woman in front of me, Ebon, fell silent. I’d hit the mark.

I’d seen Ebon’s past, the records of that incident, but the court’s judgment had been terrible.

[The demon male throwing acid was largely due to Ebon’s problems as well. To prevent recurrence, Ebon is prohibited from owning slaves hereafter.]

With such rough law, she’d been forbidden from owning slaves. How—terrible.

I thought it was a cruel story.

Perhaps that judicial decision had even contained emotions like jealousy toward Ebon, who’d begun rising to prominence in the demon country.

But even so, law was law.

She had been prohibited from owning slaves.

If so, Boichi-san’s existence was strange.

“Confining him in this mansion away from public view. Keeping him as a virtual slave, letting him waste away. As one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the demon country, I cannot overlook such cruelty. …Moreover, today’s treatment—what exactly are you—”

The reason he was receiving such treatment here was… probably partly my fault too.

He’d probably been caught up with Eil. If so, his pitiful circumstances could be said to be my fault for failing to stop him.

Thinking of that, I couldn’t forgive Ebon’s cruelty.

What was she doing to such a good person?

However, in response to my indignation, Ebon was the picture of calm. Thrusting her hands forward, she answered.

“You’re wrong. I haven’t made him a slave or anything.”

“Don’t lie to me! Then why exactly is he here! Surely you’re not going to claim he’s your lover or something!”

“…No, Boichi-san is not my lover.”

Whew…

She sighed, sipped the tea placed at hand, and began gazing vaguely toward the window.

It was as if she’d lost interest in me entirely.

“Then!!!”

“He’s a male prostitute.”

“…???”

“He’s a super high-class male prostitute.”

“Wh… male prostitute…?”

“…Yes, this is a brothel, and he’s a male prostitute. I’m the owner. I embrace him sometimes to cancel his debt, but naturally, if someone wants to buy him, I prioritize that. Is there some problem?”

I was taken aback by the word “male prostitute,” but thinking about it, this might be natural. Ebon was prohibited from owning slaves by court decision.

That’s exactly why she’d threaded through the gaps in that law. Not a slave, but a male prostitute.

Using such sophistry, she’d monopolized Boichi-san. I bit my lower lip involuntarily at the dirty method.

…However, if that was the case, it might be convenient.

If I bought him, everything would be resolved.

I had no ulterior motives like embracing him. However, to protect him from the sex-crazed owner, this would be the quickest way. Well, for appearances’ sake, I might spend a night in the same room with him…

That much would be acceptable.

After that, I could buy his services consecutively from the next day onward to buy time, and during that period, think of a plan to save him.

Even I thought it was a good idea…

“…Th-then, I-I’ll buy him. Surely you won’t refuse, will you?”

“…Yes ♪ I welcome customers ♪ But the fee is 10 billion. Can you pay?”

“…? …! T-ten billion?!”

“Yes, he’s worth that much ♪ Naturally, I’ll have you pay at least this much ♪”

(Ten billion, ten billion, she says?)

I couldn’t hide my agitation at the unimaginable price.

Ten billion! She had no intention of letting me buy him.

Such profiteering, such tyranny couldn’t possibly…

“…Isn’t that too expensive? Then tell me his total debt. Depending on the amount, I could take it over—”

“300 billion ♪ Can you pay?”

“Th-300…?”

“Yes, 300. Billion. Since he made purchases worth that much, this amount is unavoidable, isn’t it? It’s all within legal bounds, you know?”

“Guh, nu…”

Probably, Ebon was making Boichi-san work as a ‘high-class male prostitute too expensive for anyone to afford’ and essentially keeping him for herself.

Externally as a male prostitute, but in reality as a sex slave that no one but Ebon could touch.

By doing so, she might be comforting the self-esteem she’d lost in that incident.

However, her obsession with pouring 300 billion into that alone was genuinely frightening. It couldn’t have been a cheap amount for her either.

She might even ruin herself.

(Th-300 billion…)

And for me, 300 billion was a figure I absolutely couldn’t pay. If I bowed my heads in all directions and abused my authority thoroughly, it might be possible to prepare… but it far exceeded what I could decide on my own authority.

Paying 300 billion just out of charity and compassion to save Boichi-san wouldn’t be permitted.

That was definitely impossible.

(T-ten billion…)

In contrast, what about the 10 billion to buy him for one night?

Ten billion! Even for me, a royal working hard as a Four Heavenly King, it wasn’t a cheap amount.

Working without rest for a year, saving without spending any money at all, it would barely remain. That much money.

Not impossible, but certainly not something I could easily pay.

I wouldn’t say it was impossible, but…

He was 10 billion, 10 billion for…

“Ten, billion…”

“…Heh, what will you do? It’s fine, you know? If you’re a Four Heavenly King, I’ll give you a special discount of 10,000 ♪”

“Ten, billion. For 10 billion…”

“Come on, if you understand, hurry up and leave ♪ Coming at such a late hour is a nuisance ♪”

“…”

Saying that, Ebon pushed me firmly, trying to make me leave.

Her body was hot, and her face was loosely distorted, probably ‘imagining what she would do afterward.’

“I’ve been… waiting for today, for this day. I’ve been wishing and wishing that such a day might come someday. So don’t interfere, ahi ♪ ahihi ♪”

“…!!!”

Those eyes. Murky eyes that reflected like oil, glittering. Seeing her eyes full of madness, I suddenly thought.

I thought:

If I didn’t pay money here, this woman would kill Boichi-san.

I felt such madness from Ebon’s eyes.

Boichi-san, who had kindly given me a towel. Boichi-san, who had fallen into unfortunate circumstances because of me.

The image of him being brutally killed floated in my head.

That’s why—

“W-wait!!!”

“Nn???”

“I’ll pay! I’ll pay! It’s fine if I pay, isn’t it!!! You fiend!!! Money-grubber!!!”

“…Eh???”

I’d involuntarily blurted out such things.

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“I’m bored… I shouldn’t masturbate, right?”

Come to think of it, it had been a while since I’d been alone.

I was flailing my legs on the bed in a room like a luxury hotel.

“Oh, Ebon-san’s panties. Hmm, would she get angry if I sniffed them… would she be angry today?”

When alone, there was nothing to do.

I cleaned up the scattered room, lined up my spoils of war on the bed, and killed time.

Creeak…

At that moment, the door to the room I’d been casually watching opened.

There was—

“B-Boichi-san, um…”

“Ebon-san, are you alright?”

The owner here, Ebon-san, was standing there.

…But something seemed strange.

“Um… th-that is…”

“? Is something wrong?”

“…N-no. …So, um…”

Her breathing was rough, and she pressed her trembling chest down firmly with her right hand. Only her breathing sounds, “hah, haa,” echoed in the room.

“C-c-customer…”

“Cu???”

“C-c-c-c-customer. To, serve.”

“Cu? Customer…!?”

Customer—it took a moment to understand that word. Could it be that one had appeared, a 10 billion player!

S-seriously…?

Unable to believe it, I stared beyond the door.

I could see the slender, white fingertips of a woman.

That was, I think…

“Louise-san?”

“Y-yes. Louise. Today, please treat me well…”

“Ohhh…!”