《I Own a Brothel in Another World》
【Preface – For those worried if they should skip or read】
Preface C For those worried if they should skip or read
Yo!
I''ve been receiving many private messages asking about specific details of the story, mostly about MC''s actual harem girls servicing other men and such things, so I decided to prepare an answer for those who will arrive here so they can check if they want to read the story or skip it if they don''t feel like it''s up to their alley after reading the exnations.
Also, don''t forget to check the info in the description. It''s also crucial.
POSSIBLE SPOILERS! I TRIED TO AVOID THEM BUT BE WARNED!
1. Will MC girls/women/harem/lovers have sex with other men?
Spoiler
It''s quite aplex issue. The story is a harem at its core considering the main theme of harems, which is feelings of love. You can split girls in this series into three categories.
But, before I dive into them, here''s a tl;dr: No, the women that will end up romantically involved with the MC won''t be doing any sex-rted things. The MC might have some casual, mutual fun with some different characters but they aren''t meant to be his "lovers". More details below.
First, the MC lovers - along the way of the story some characters will develop or announce their feelings towards the MC and may end up in a romantic rtionship with him. Even if they somehow help with the brothel, it would most likely not be connected with any sex-rted thing. They can be totally not linked with the establishment, like say for example travelling adventurers. Purely hypothetically, one of them could end up with the MC and not join the brothel.
Second, women who will have literally nothing to do with sex - be it servants, cooks, maids, guards or any other positions that are required in a working environment. They might be characters somehow saved by the MC and ending up helping him with the establishment, without any sexual services, and also they do not have to end up having sex with him either.
Third, girls that the MC will either employ as prostitutes or they agree to work as ones after being saved by him and maybe offered shelter or something. Thetter part will most likely undergo "training" with the MC teaching them what he knows about lewd things. Saying that, prostitution will not be described. Only acts containing MC and potential girls. Also, the story unrolls slowly, so while at the start most of the girls might be ves, it won''t stay like that for long.
I tried speaking theoretically as much as possible to avoid spoilers. One more thing, the brothel won''t be some kind of lousy establishment, it kinda is a spoiler, but it will be a high-end one with ess granted only after MC makes sure the clients won''t be bad.
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2. How many girls will be in the "true harem" and how many won''t be entering romantic rtionships with deeper feelings? Is it even possible to not hold those?
Spoiler
Most of the girls that will end up working with their bodies will most likely enter rtionships that usually base on mutual pleasure (eg. some races might just be horny), fun, gratitude, subservience (some races might just like being under someone), and I guess many other kinds of feelings that don''t exactly revolve around pure mutual love rtionship like girlfriend/boyfriend, husband/wife, groom/bride, etc.
And as for how many, that''s really hard to pinpoint. I can''t say that once I''ll introduce a girl like that, then again the lover one, then the working one, and give a pattern like this or something because this all depends on the flow of the story and I''m mostly focusing on how it feels and not just to throw more girls faster to the pot of lewds.
For example, there might be also cases where more than one girl of a certain race (let''s pick Elves here) arrive at the brothel, let''s say 3. One of them might end up falling for the MC while others may actually agree on workingter into the story since they don''t really feel attached to the MC, but enjoy the physical contact with him and don''t mind helping with work if he''ll still embrace them. The first one will naturally stay only with MC as she decided, for whatever reasons. In a situation like this, most of the screentime will be given to the first one naturally, with the others appearing rarely when ites to sex. Maybe some big elf orgy or something.
As stated everywhere I can, I''m heavily against NTR, cheating and such stuff, so I''m doing my best to avoid creating any feeling that could be associated with any of the bad stuff, leaving only the good vibes in the series. Sharing is quite a sensitive subject, but well, my whole story is a fucking sensitive subject with the whole brothel and all, and there might be some characters that don''t view sex as something sacred and just like to enjoy the physical pleasure without much bonding. But even those characters won''t be just sex crazy maniacs that don''t care about other people''s feelings and jumping on every dick around them while their previous partners get devastated when they get to know about this. They''ll have morals. Like, informing someone about their way of life before engaging with them in any act or asking if they are fine with that or backing off if they are not. Sex without deeper meaning and feelings is a thing.
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Chapter 1 – Daily Life of a Teacher
Chapter 1 C Daily Life of a Teacher
Announcement
Yo! This story was the very first thing I ever wrote so the early chapters still may spook sometimes with weird or incorrect grammar/structure. I''m in the slow process of fixing that. Just a small heads up. Feel free to point these out or suggest changes. I''m always open to them. Hopefully I''ll be done before summer ends.
"thus, if you want to have a much easier time managing yourpany''s products, it''s advised you conduct proper research and join the corresponding clusters into Strategic Business Units. SBUs for short. As I''ve mentioned before, there are no perfect ways to categorize the units or a decade-old script to follow. We usually use letters to divide them. You have to properly analyse your organization. Everyone following? Anything to clear up?"
With that question, I finish drawing simple lines with arrows around some squares with text on the ckboard. Or rather on the e-board, since Ive been using a pen-like device on the newest model of an interactive school board.
Technology definitely is the best. No chalk on your clothes, no dry fingers from hours of holding one and no irritated nose. Sometimes I pity those teachers and professors in old schools and universities. Not having to deal with shiploads of paperwork and educational utensils is bliss.
My eyes fall on the usual sight of five people sitting in what looks like a very modern ssroom. Each of them basically having a full-size office desk, equipped to the brim with useful resources. On top of that, they own tablets orptops, depending on the personal preference of the student.
The ssroom itself isnt anything special. Its more like a tiny office area with some shelves and drawers. Well, maybe besides the top of the top 80 8K disy mounted on the back wall. On the side, a row of windows with automatic shutters. If some random person from the street were to be invited inside, theyd definitely proim that its some kind of a ssroom for the elites.
And that is exactly right. My name is stair Carter, a British-blood full-fledged elite teacher for some of the prodigious youngsters from all around the world. Or at least with parents rich enough to afford private education in small groups of people. Twenty-seven and single right now, by the way.
This ssroom is part of the highest-ranking private school building, or rather instead of school, Id use the term tutoring. I work for an organization called Future is in our hands, which basically is a gathering of people with great knowledge and experience in various fields.
Anyway, to not bber about pointless details, lets just say that Im one of the pro teachers, in my case of marketing and management, and each one of us is tutoring a small group of some of the best kids, but not only, in the world. Kind of like homeroom teachers, but we are paid astronomically better since parents of the kids are stuffed, obviously.
Even though Im British, we are all currently in Sweden, where most of our organizations establishments are located. And obviously, the kids are from a wide range of nationalities themselves.
As Ive mentioned earlier, my ssroom counts up to five individuals. Three girls and two boys.
First from the left is a girl from the USA. Her name is Natalie Reevus. Shes the daughter of one of the most well-known Hollywood actors. Like you would suspect, shes already slowly following in her fathers footsteps, and with her captivating beauty and acting talent, its nothing unusual. Her waist-long straight blond hair is covering her shoulders and back. With a face youd expect from a teenage actress or model. As for the eyes, they perfectly fit with everything, being crystal blue. Ideal depiction of blonde beauty, with a slim figure and slowly developing womanly charms. Shes still only 16 years old, yet already over 169cm in height. She will definitely be one of those tall world-ss beauties in the future.
Currently sitting in some expensive custom order sneakers, high-quality tight jeans, a grey t-shirt with one of the most overused quotes You are breathtaking! and a ck leather jacket. Even though she wears a kind of uninterested expression, I can clearly see that shes taking notes on her tablet. Lucky me. Frederic got himself a typical temper tantrum actress in his ss.
Next. To her right. A boy. Or I should say, a man. Hes twenty-six, a year younger than me. Born and raised in Germany, son of some big guy in the IT software industry. They just suddenly popped out of nowhere one day with their revolutionary engineering process and imed their ce at the top.
At first nce, you can already guess a lot about that person. Military freak. Yes, as youd expect, hes wearing full camo pants and jacket, a light brown t-shirt and heavy boots. As for the guy himself, again no surprises, short ck hair, kind of a tough-looking face, brown eyes and a pair of rimless sses. And obviously well built. He definitely keeps his training schedule perfected. Oh, the name. Its Paul Fischer. A calm and motivated guy. Hes not particrly fond of my field of expertise, but due to his army-grade discipline, he never stirs up any trouble.
Close to the window, thest person in the front row, a girl from what youd call an exotic country. Brazil to be exact. I dont want to give in to the usual stereotypes, but thats pretty hard in this case. Shes a picture-perfect hot Brazilian girl with a bombastic figure. Bountiful shoulder-long wavy red hair and green eyes. Light brown skin with a lot of freckles on her face, which is decorated with an enthusiastic smile all the time. Chest sorge, her breasts are almost spilling out of the tank top she wears and For gods sake She doesnt wear a bra again
Okay, calm your mind, stair. You are not gonna get caught ogling your student. Eyes up!
Well, besides that little detail, she wears ck material bell-bottoms. Shes twenty and supposedly a daughter of a guy controlling most of the real estate market in Brazil. Her name is Marcia Santos. She has a pretty straightforward and open personality. You can say that the socializing part of the group is her territory. For the most part, she tries to pay attention.
Then, we are hitting the back row with thest two students. To the left, we have Asakura Shino, a seventeen-year-old petite Japanese girl with quite long ck hair, tied up into a ponytail and two cute wisps, hanging on the sides of her face, clipped in their middle with metal pins. Currently frantically trying her best to pretend that her charming purplish eyes did not meet mine when I nced at her. At which she is failing fabulously, stealing a peek up from behind herptop every other second to check if Im still looking at her.
She is quite a shy girl and you can tell even without her reacting like this.
Is she blushing? I better not catch you reading that stuff which should not be named in the likes of a ssroom
Usually wearing her signature ck hoodie without any details and ck pants. A typical girl you can find anywhere in Japan. Somehow she doesnt seem to fit into this whole celebrity-like atmosphere. But thats just an illusion. Supposedly, shes a member of one of these emperor bloodline families back at her ce. Her parents are some bigshots, like her whole lineage. If Im not mistaken, they are upholding the traditions everyone respects. So, basically, shes like the beautiful princess from the novels and anime. Additionally, shes quite skilled with her hands. Ive seen some of the art she is posting online. Top tier content I must say. Definitely going the artist path.
The final person in the back row is yet another boy. And the sole problem of my ss. Unfortunately, I wasnt able to break the rule of having at least one delinquent in your group.
Short blond hair on the sides of his head and spiky, pulled up top with dark, dyed tips. Pretty handsome, mature and manly face as for a neen-year-old. Worthy of being called the next Tim Voyage somewhere in the future.
Wearing ripped jeans with some chains at the side and a ck sweatshirt with a yellow Metallurgy logo. He has a pretty firm figure. Not as chiselled as Paul, but still fit enough to win girls over, parading without the top covered. His father is a big figure on the streaming tform T-watch.tv and his mother is a singer. I guess its one of these cases where a child without enough attention from the parents bes an attention-seeking delinquent. His name is Kamil Lewandowski. Like that famous football yer.
But enough of thepliments. Sitting in his chair like the whole world is his property, he ispletely oblivious to what is happening around him. Ive seen this gaze out of the window many times already.
Looking straight at this punk, I pick up a rubber eraser lying on my desk. And while tossing it up and down in my hand, I call to him.
Kamil.
No reaction. Hes still deep in his thoughts. Everyone starts looking his way, already experienced enough to figure out whats going to happen.
Without much care, like its a daily thing for me, I throw the eraser, with perfectly calcted force, straight at his forehead, hitting the target without a millimetre of error.
Kurwa! he shouts, startled, and res my way while rubbing his forehead.
Language.
Twoja stara to dziwka.
Look now. I get it, we''re all geniuses here, but not everyone has to know everynguage in the world. Thats why we speak English in this ss. So, care to trante for others?
I already know what he meant. If its not obvious enough, hes Polish. And thats actually one of thenguages I picked up in the past. Looking at it now, I know all of my students'' nationalnguages besides Marcias, which is Portuguese. How and why? Well, I always had a knack fornguages and loved learning them. I finished my uni with German, Japanese, French and a bit of Chinese already. Picked up Polish solely for the memes and out of boredom.
Anyway, we dont keep that usual, tense atmosphere in my ss. I like to be on the same level with my students, thus they all know swearing is not something I abhor. We even throw casual insults at each other from time to time, with a joking undertone and a grain of salt obviously. As an elite teacher, basically a private tutor, I have free reins over my ss, with just some typical, content-based guidelines.
Kamil, knowing that Im not going to let it go,plies with my request. A rogue smirk appears on his face.
Your mother is a whore.
Paul snickers and the girls chuckle at that remark. Well, all of them besides Shino. She keeps quiet, and with a slightly annoyed expression, stares at him.
Correct.
Everyone falls silent, shocked.
Id give you her number, but I dont think you can handle her blowjobs.
Within all this silence a muffled giggle can be heard. Everyone turns around to locate the source, which to their surprise is Shino, trying to hide her mouth within the hoodie''s sleeves.
Now, now I know what you think, and no, Im not one of those transcendent monks of the self-burn order. My mother is literally a whore. A prostitute. Shocking, isnt it? Thus, Im immune to these kinds of insults. Why is everyone silent and shocked while Shino is giggling? Well, shes the only one who knew of that little fact beforehand.
Kamil clicks his tongue in defeat. Score for me.
Now then. With that out of the window, heres an exercise for you. Yourpany is manufacturing pressure tanks,pressor units, safety gauges and spare parts for these. You are providing the services of transportation, technical consultation, and additionally, you recently picked up a hotel with a restaurant. Im not going to list the clients you usually supply because that would take too long, so lets just say you have local and foreign clients interested in your products. Please, suggest your idea of creating Strategic Business Units appropriate to your situation.
And with that, a minute in silence passes. Then another. And one more. Kamils eyes wander all over the e-board, trying to figure out the correct answer. But it doesnt look like Ill hear even a try at it.
Shino raises her hand. Carter-sensei! May I answer this question? Theres no need to waste any more time of your lesson, she speaks up quietly, earning herself a re from a certain guy.
Some may wonder why she is using foreign wordsing from Japanese while we all are speaking English here, and so did I in the past, but it''s not due to her being that kind of obsessed otaku which is usually found around. She has a strong sense of respect and it''s all thanks to the very royal environment she had grown up in.
As she once exined to me quite shyly, she believes that the Englishnguage doesn''t do justice in showing respect to others and thus she still inserts these formal additions into most of her speech, unless it''s improper to do so. Everyone quickly got used to that and it became something normal in our small ssroom.
Anyway, let''s turn the spotlight on her.
Naturally. Remember, there are no wrong answers here. There may be inefficient ones, but still, we are here to learn.
Okay. So First Id create an SBU A for the production of spare parts for all of our products. Next would be SBU B, C and D responsible for manufacturing the main products. Hmm Id throw transportation services into two SBUs, E and F, one for local and the other for foreign operations. As for technical consulting, one SBU is fine, I think, so that would be SBU G. And finally, since hotel and restaurant services are immobile, a single SBU H, for local usage is enough. Would would that be fine, Sensei?
Following through her whole suggestion, I cant stop myself from feeling more and more proud of the fact that she managed to create a pretty much perfect answer. Obviously within the provided information, which was very vague. BUT. That doesnt matter. Trying not to look like a viin with a beaming smile over his world-ending creation, I reply.
Beautiful! That was a great example of how you can create SBUs in the given scenario.
Shino not-so-stealthily pumps her fist behind herptop and smiles back at me.
Seriously, she can be such a cutie sometimes.
Ummm Is it okay to lump all of the services into one SBU, as the one to be fully responsible for them, maybe besides the hotel? I dont think it is necessary to split them for foreign clients. And instead of creating an SBU for the spare parts of all products, have the SBUs which hold that exact product to focus on its spare parts too?
Natalie chimes in, tapping on her tablet. Ie closer to her desk so that I can take a look at what she is pointing. With a quick nce, I can see that she sketched an alternate n, just as she described.
Yes, it looks quite good. By that, I dont mean its worse than Shino''s. The description I provided obviouslycks some more detailed information, thus in the given state both of your answers are correct. Good job, Natalie.
I stroll back to my desk, feeling proud since 2 of my students tackled the problem out of their own volition and even provided satisfactory solutions.
So yeah, just remember there are no perfect ways to utilize SBUs and it all depends on the amount of data you gather in the research beforehand.
I sit in my chair in a perpendicr position to them so that I can see both the students and the board. After checking my wristwatch, I wave my hand.
With that ent, lets finish this ss. Theres no point in me keeping the monologue up while you are clearly starting to get bored. We are pretty much caught up with the schedule, so its fine to end a little bit early. I hope to see all of you tomorrow!
Everyone starts stuffing their bags, backpacks, or other containers with whatever items they brought in, which is actually not that much since, besides tablets andptops, lots of stuff is at their everyday use inside the desks.
Naturally, the troublemaker darts off to the entrance first, followed by Marcia and Paul. Meanwhile, I slowly turn off all the devices around. After I finish, only Natalie and Shino are still standing by my desk.
Some questions? Or perhaps you have something to discuss with me?
Thank you for today, Sensei. As usual, your lectures are very easy to follow. Theres no way they are boring.
Yeah, that.
Shino bows lightly in front of me and Natalie chimes in. The usual polite, Japanese bow you see everywhere.
Ah My job is really the best Who has never dreamt of being on a receiving end of such courtesy from a Japanese cutie Im really blessed. Now, if only she had one of those iconic uniforms with a short skirt, ck stockings and Okay, stop. No fantasizing about real people. You have plenty of material for that at home. You have to protect the cute not lewd it. Well, that''s certainly hard when in front of beauty with like 160cm in height and a decent chest Again! Fuck! Cute girls are just too strong! Clear thoughts
Theres no need for that Shino. You know I consider us all equal and friends. Im d to hear that Im doing a fine job. Now, dont waste your precious time on this old geezer and go have some fun.
I stand up and give them a nice smile.
Mou~ But you are only twenty-seven years old, Sensei. You are basically in your prime.
Unexpectedly Shino tries to make her best pouting face. Why tries? Because thats not something thates to her naturally and Im pretty much aware of the fact that she knows I was a deep weeb in my teens. Still smiling, I pat her head and ruffle her hair a bit. Shes a nice height for that. Oh, Im 177cm by the way. Not the highest tree in the park, but that never bothered me.
Sensei!
She steps away visibly blushing.
Oh? Now that I see her expression, maybe she can naturally pout?
Sorry, you are just too cute. And besides, thats still a decade more than you. Go now, you both should spend your time amongst friends, not with some cringy old man. Ill see you tomorrow.
Shino, slightly discontent with the whole situation, leaves. Natalie chuckles a bit and follows her shortly.
Now, time to finally go home My emporium, my den, my mancave is waiting for me Ah! Todays the day when the next chapter of The Fourth Pir arrives! It ended at quite a spicy moment! Onwards!
Chapter 2 – The Past
Chapter 2 C The Past
After finishing getting all my stuff done, I take onest nce at the ssroom. Everything seems fine and in proper order. Someone wille to check it before closing anyway but I dont like leaving unnecessary work for janitors.
I leave and lock the door with my ID card. Looking to the left and right, I spot a few people roaming the corridors. Some are waiting for their sses, some may be just leaving like my guys. Theres no exact schedule for sses. Its another perk of being a teacher here. You can freely manage the time as long as you cover the material you are obliged to. Thats why there wont be any problems with me ending earlier.
Well then, lets hit a bathroom on the way. Nature is calling.
As per usual I take the stairs. I might be a gamer/bookworm/weeb/etc., but that does not mean Im azy ass fatso or just azy bum. As they say it nowadays, fit is lit, and I agree. Its not like there are tens of floors here.
Well, I do care about my body and how I look, even though I dont visit public spaces where I could show off my abs often. I might not be the hottest piece in the neighbourhood, but I do keep myself slim and fit with a bit of muscle here and there. I always had a thing for well-built bodies, and my father is at fault for this as he is a soldier, always in perfect shape. Or rather he was
You just had to go MIA on me old man, huh
With a slightly sour mood, I enter the bathroom on the lobby floor and head straight to the urinal, lost in thought. Every time I remember him, I somehow start thinking about my whole life. Well, it wasnt the worst, but on the other hand, it definitely wasnt normal.
As Ive mentioned before, my mother was, and actually still is, a prostitute. That was her chosen career path as far as I know. No one forced her into that business. She just believed thats easy money and didnt find anything wrong with selling her body. And dont misunderstand me, I have nothing against it too. As long as its out of volition, no one has the right to judge others. I mean, its a job like any other. And if she likes it, thats just hitting two birds with one stone.
Anyway, she was working in a pretty decent establishment. The girls were treated fine. It wasnt some cheap-ass brothel barely on the legal path. My father, as a soldier usually does, was umting a lot of stress and bad vibes, and visiting that ce was his type of escape from it. Nothing clears your head better than a big ol nut in the hut.
They met a few times, under obvious conditions, and always had a pretty good time. He started requesting her at his every visit. She was kinda his type, at least anatomically speaking. So, after some time, he started developing feelings for her. And fortunately for him, so did she. At least thats what she told him, but
He proposed and she agreed. He bought a small vi, they went on a honeymoon, things were looking great and lovely, a couple of lovebirds found their other halves in a kinda unusual spot, but why judge. She left thepany on good terms and moved in with my father, living a life in luxury. Naturally, duty calls, and he was home less time than he was not.
Fortunately for me, he was there when I was born, because yes, they of course decided to have a child, or rather my father just didnt want to let in the thought he would not be having a son, somehow convincing mother.
For the first three years, we were your usual happy family. Since he was a sniper in some kind of elite covert ops, and from what I know one of the best, he luckily avoided having to leave for an operation for so long. But that couldnt go on forever.
Just the next morning after he left for his first mission after their marriage, she changed a full one-eighty. Around Father, she had always been flirty, cutesy, lovey-dovey and caring. But when left alone with just me, she was a literal bitch.
At first, she at least tried to pay attention to me, but with time she just couldnt keep up the act. I was treated as a pushover, without a glint of any respect or motherly care. Feed with something, a bath once in a while, left in a corner for the rest of the time while she was gone or just enjoying herself with all the modernmodities. And obviously, I was getting hit for anything done wrong. Under her intense care, I learned how to properly use the toilet, eat, bathe and somehow do something with myself in my spare time.
It kinda went like that until I was seven. Of course, during the time before, Father was back a few times, but always just for a week or less. He was really busy. Mother was in her wifey mode obviously, sending me res constantly to not slip up about anything. When Father visited, it was the only good time I had. He often told me many stories about himself and exined a lot about firearms and such, although it took some years until I was old enough to learn a thing or two from him.
So, when I was seven, she got even worse. She started getting drunk or taking drugs often, which led to me being beaten to the bone. She started disappearing for days. On some, she locked me in my room tied to a chair, gagged and with headphones connected to the PC, ying some kind of death metal usually. Even with those, I was able to hear all the fucking around the house. She basically started ordering male prostitutes and inviting her friends for orgies.
I had to start being self-sufficient. Shopping and stuff like that. And obviously, since she barely knew anything about cooking, ordering food too. Fortunately, there was that PC in my room, so I was able to do most stuff online. And naturally, it also functioned as my escape. I picked up anime pretty early, around being nine. Helped me survive.
Time went by, she was a bitch, father was a good and loving guy. Around being nine, I slowly started to realize she was just using him. He told me about how they met a lot of times, obviously sugarcoating some details, but with the help of the Inte, I kinda figured out most of the things. It was obvious she was in it purely for money and never even considered his feelings. And I was just some random trash standing in the way of her fun.
When I was ten, she finally got fed up with acting. When Father was away, she started scheming for a perfect divorce. She managed to create a fake cheating scenario, gathered tons of fake evidence, along with some young girl who was supposedly the one my father had an affair with, prepared lots of other evidenceon how she was just a brokenhearted and loving housewife, etc. I have no idea how she was able to bribe all the people from the school who were in the court process to testify how I am one of the worst child delinquents they ever had.
In school, I was this typical introverted kid with a gloomy look, always spending time alone and ignoring others. My PC and the Inte were all I needed. I wasnt ignoring sses or anything. Learning was another thing I really liked.
But, anyway, with all the preparation and backing, she obviously won. She not only got all the stuff that was theirs as a couple but also extorted more money from him and kicked me out of her life. Fortunately, whoever was helping her was not stupid enough to throw a ten-year-old kid into the streets, so they contacted my fathers parents and they took me in.
I was eleven when my father got back from his mission. I thought he would be furious when his parents exined everything to him, but he was devastated instead. It seemed like he really loved her. At least he didnt go into denial and tried making himself believe it was all my fault.
The thing he loved most after her, was thankfully me. I was consoling him for days, telling him she was a total cunt not worthy of him and always was using him for money. It lookededic as fuck, an eleven-year-old boy trying to console a military vet, but well, they always are getting weaker psychologically with time.
Somehow we managed to get through his depression. That bitch went back to working in the brothel after all that. Her overindulgence quickly drained all the money she extorted, and naturally, she had no way to uphold the vi.
But, back to when I was eleven. Things were fine after that. The grandparents were a really nice couple. I finally started living a normal life. Oh, and they lived in Irnd while my previous locum was in Great Britain, so there was no problem with school.
Months flew by, dad visited when he could, he started teaching me more seriously about military stuff, even started training me a bit in the use of a knife and hand to handbat. At least at the level where even a twelve or thirteen-year-old kid could follow. But well, its not like I was your normal kid. Overall, happy times.
Then, one day when I was fifteen and chilling in my grandparents'' house watching anime, a bell to the door rang. I went to answer it and was met with a police officer. Granny showed up behind me soon after. He handed us a letter and informed us that my father went MIA during histest operation. I was crying locked in my room for at least three days.
After that, nothing much really happened. I swore to my now MIA dad that I will strive to be the best possible grandson for his parents and that I will do my best to live my life properly. I thought about getting into the military just like him, but somewhere along the way, I decided against it. I was too deep into gaming, books, movies and other stuff to let go of it. Additionally, I swore to get revenge on that whore in his stead, but fortunately, with time, I realized it would be totally pointless to waste my time and efforts on her. She better be praying to whatever god she believes in that I don''t identally meet her somewhere.
You might think that because of her, I started treating all other women like shit, but fortunately, as a kid, I only saw her as a purely evil creature, not a woman or a girl. Or I just inherited this kind of gentleness towards girls from my father.
Enough of this sorrowful stuff. Back to the present day.
After relieving myself, I limp to the faucet to wash my hands. What greets me in the mirror is a familiar appearance. Mine obviously. A firm man dressed in a blue cross-patterned shirt and a simple beige jacket looks me straight into the eyes, and I look into his, and they are of a grey colour. On his head, also bountiful medium-long straight grey hair, with a bit longer backside. Hebs his forelock slightly up and to the right with his hand, so that it doesnt dangle in the middle.
With that done, I exit the bathroom and head for the entrance. On my way to the parking lot, I catch a glimpse of a ck limousine leaving its premises, apanied by a few armoured SUVs.
Natalie leaves stacked as usual. Wonder why sote. Maybe she talked with Shino or others for some time.
Sloppily, I arrive at my parking spot. And there she is. The only girl that will never betray my feelings and is always willing to cheer me up. My beloved pearl-white Toyota Supra Mark 4 with a slim custom body kit.
Ifortably set myself in the driver seat and head home listening to myptions of the best Nightcore tracks. Nothing rxes your mind better than a wonderful cruise home in your all-time favourite ride. Well, maybe besides the aforementioned good ol'' nut.
An hourter, I reach my destination, which is a cosy medium-sized wooden house, surrounded by a neatly trimmed garden. I park on my driveway and head to the door. As I enter, the lights turn on automatically. Most of the devices and systems are connected to my phone and can detect it from a distance.
I move to my bedroom and change into something morefortable. Some random t-shirt, sweatpants and a ck hoodie. The bedroom isnt anything great. A double-sized bed in the middle with a lot of wardrobes and cabs around the walls. Everything wooden and in various medieval and renaissance patterns.
After grabbing something to snack on from a very modern kitchen, I head to the most important room in the house. My mancave. I push open the heavy iron double doors and enter a spacious room, dimly lit in purple shades. Just to the left of the entrance is my war machine. Best possible desktop PC with six monitors mounted on the wall.
Alongside northern and southern walls, countless shelves and pedestals are arranged in different patterns. Inside them, tons of mangas, novels, books, movies and obviously figurines, gadgets, collectors editions and plenty of other stuff. Apanied by neatly arranged LED lights, they give out epic vibes.
On the wall opposite to the entrance and the PC, a wide 100 disy is mounted, surrounded by huge audio columns and with afortable sofa in front of it. Every possible space on the walls is covered with posters from anime, movies and games.
I boot up my PC and start checking the usual stuff, like mailboxes, notifications from social media andmunicators. I open up Harmony, a text-voicemunicator which is the most popr currently, and Im weed with a text message from none other than Asakura Shino.
>ZekkenIsBestGirl: Sensei! I finished that anime you rmended to mest time! It was great, I really loved it o(RQ)o I was so happy when the maid actually ended up with the butler. For a moment it felt like he really was going to kill her as his master ordered ????*(><)*???? But it was just a ruse! They got me so hard! OH. Nishneg Impact 2es out next week! What server are you going to y on? We could start a guild together! You promised me we will do it someday in some game! No going back on your word now or Ill skip your sses ( `š ) Just kidding! Id never do that. Anyway, we almost arrived, so I have to leave for todays training soon. Send me more rmendations! Jaa ne~
Goodness gracious How can somebody so shy in person that she cant even look you in the eyes be such an overwhelming chatter. Its like shes a different person online. Ill send her some titlester. First, I have to read my favourite novel!
I leave the rmendations forter and instantly open the website where the aforementioned novel is posted. Not being able to contain my excitement I dig in expecting a lot of wholesome action.
I spend the rest of the day reading other works and discussing stuff on the forums. Before going to bed, I double-check my preparations for tomorrows lesson.
During the night Im assaulted by countless weird nightmares, where no matter in what situation, I always end up falling into a scary, pure white, bottomless pit, totally out of nowhere.
Chapter 3 – The Beginning
Chapter 3 C The Beginning
I wake up quite early. Due to the constant nightmares, I feel like shit. Seems like I barely slept tonight. This weird white light gives me an ominous and bad feeling, even though I know those were just nightmares. Nothing unusual in the long term. Might be rted to something from my past. Even though I try to justify them with that, I cant shake off all the uneasiness surrounding me.
With a grumpy face, I force myself out of the bed while yawning widely. I pick up my phone from the cupboard near the bed to check the time. Its half past six, at least two hours before my first rm sets off.
Looks like its gonna be a great day
I sluggishly move to the kitchen to prepare something for breakfast and to brew a coffee. You gotta keep the healthy diet going. After finishing preparing and eating, I do the dishes and stroll to my PC room.
I boot my baby up and start the usual morning routine of checking the news and social media. Doesnt look like much happenedst night. Although, I see that there was a full moon yesterday.
Ive always had hard nights during the full moon. I really should check the phases more often.
I spend most of my free time checking game releases lists for the current month and then browsing through some art channels I tend to follow. Marvelling over beautiful artwork of cute anime beastgirls is a sure way to help fix the mood.
Oh. Looks like Shino finished another project. Lets see Nice! A wolfkin priestess! Wait doesnt she look kinda like her but with animal ears and tail? Goddammit Now I cant unsee it
I open thement section, and as per usual, I leave my words of admiration as an quite anonymous fan.
Your art is top tier as usual! The outfit looks great on her and I love how it entuates the perfectly shaped body. You never fail to amaze me with your pose designs Miko-sensei! I bet some cosyer will pick it up someday like with your previous samurai art!
With that, I also hit the highest priced paid option to distinguish myment, because why fucking not if I can. You gotta show your support to the artist. Even if that artist is most likely a hundred times richer than you.
After a few hours of a good time, I prepare to leave for the ss. Turning off all the stuff, I get to my car and drive to the school building without an issue. Arriving earlier than usual, I still have half an hour left before I have to prepare the ssroom. I randomly stumble on my colleague, Mr Frederic, and we begin chatting about our recent experiences with students.
When the timees, I proceed to my usual ssroom and start prepping everything around. This weird feeling from the morning still keeps bothering me, but its not like I can do anything about it.
Paul arrives in the ssroom first. Simr to me, he likes to show up shortly before the designated time, in case of unforeseen circumstances. Slowly, everyone starts to gather, and in twenty minutes, we start todays topic.
Few hours pass and we are moving at a decent pace. Guess Im worrying my ass over nothing. Its not like some random cataclysm is going to suddenly happen.
While checking some of my notes, I hear Kamils bewildered voice.
What the fuck is this?! They installed neons on our floor now?
Confused, I stand up and question him. What are you talking about? There were no changes overnight. And I definitely didnt notice anything when I came here.
I step down from the tform where my desk is located and move to the back row. When my gaze falls on the floor under his desk, I notice some weird, geometrical patterns shining with white light, arranged in what seems like part of a path.
What the... I involuntarily let out a gasp.
Everyone gets up and rushes to our position to check the scene. Marcia is the first toment on the weird phenomenon.
Cool. Can we switch colours? Having disco lights would be lit!
The fuck are you talking about? What next? Make it shine like a fucking rainbow? Miss me with that gay shit!
Oh,e on Kamil, Im just saying that with some smoke and this, we could have our own small dancefloor!
While they bicker amongst each other, I cant stop staring at the light and getting shbacks from the previous night.
Ummmm Sensei? I know it might sound weird, but isnt this thing growing?
Shinos quiet voice brings me back from my stupor. I lean over Kamils desk to see where she is pointing at. The patterns that were supposedly located under the boys desk, continue even in front of it, and I can swear there were none when I was walking up here. Right now, these eerie symbols have already reached the length of a quarter of a circle and are increasing while we look at them. Suddenly, an image of a circle that Ive seen countless times in many works of fiction shes through my mind.
No, no, no, no... Theres no way this is....
Shino is right. Look. Its even speeding up. It looks like half a circle now? Teacher, is this some kind of a test or puzzle? Paul joins the conversation.
With a hand on his chin, he assumes a pose as if deeply thinking about something or trying to figure out some hints. Meanwhile, my uneasiness grows to insane levels. My whole body starts sweating profusely.
Im not taking any chances! I dont fucking care if its real or some shitty prank!
Without any warning, I jump over Kamils desk andnd between the two rows. Immediately, I turn to the gathered students and start shouting. I can only imagine the panic in my eyes.
EVERYONE OUT! NOW!
They all look at me startled and confused. For a split second, I lock my gaze with Shinos. Seeing my emotional face, her eyes widen. She nces at the patterns, which are almost reaching three-fourths of a circle, then back to me, then again at the symbols, and finally returns to me, with realization written all over her face.
NO TIME! JUST FUCKING RUN!
Theres no more time to waste. I grab the hand of the closest person to me, which is Natalie, and frantically start running with her in tow. I take a quick nce back. Knocking down all the things along her way and stumbling, Shino tries to dash to the door. Paul, with all his fanaticism with the military''s way of not questioning the superiors, starts rolling over the desks and almost catches up with us. The other two stand together, looking at each other totally bewildered.
Fuck! At least Ill save thre
*THUMP*
Ugh?!
Unexpectedly, I hit an invisible wall and bounce back, bumping into Natalie, who powerfully ms into me. While falling, I notice simr symbols in the air, at the height where my head supposedly was. Shino worriedly stutters over to us to help Natalie stand up. Paul also reaches the invisible wall and is now knocking his fists at it, which results in quick shes of white light at the points of impact.
I roll over and focus my sight on the other end of the ssroom. The markings reach a full circle and a blinding, white gleam fills the whole ce. I cover my eyes with my left hand and pray in my heart for this to be some weird-ass prank, or better, one of the nightmares.
After an unrecognizable amount of time in a blindingly white space, I begin feeling my weight again. The light slowly subsides and I find myself on my knees, facing the ground. With my vision still hazy and not ustomed to the room we are in, I try to peek around to check if the others are here too. And fortunately, Im able to spot everyone to my right.
Paul is slowly rising up to his knees from lying t on the ground on his stomach. Just behind him, Natalie and Shino are sitting close to each other and still covering their eyes from the disappearing whiteness. At the very back of the whole group, Kamil lies on his back with Marcia on top of him. Both groaning loudly from the difort.
Good. At least everyone seems fine. Now, what the hell was that and where the fuck are we?
With the safety of others confirmed, I bring myself up to a sitting position and nce at the surroundings. Firstly, we are located in a quite spacious hall, built out of white and greyish minerals, with rows of pirs on both our sides. And thats not the only thing surrounding us from left and right. Standing approximately two or three meters further from the centre are two rows of soldiers, or rather knights, gazing intently our way.
They wear abination of grey padded leather pants and dark blue chest armours, reinforced with silvery chainmail or tes of metal, and they all don longswords. Now that I noticed, we are sitting on a long carpet of the same blue colour with silvery flower patterns. I follow it with my eyes and end up locking gazes with a young manif I had to guess somewhere mid-twenties or thirtiesdressed in pompous robes of the same style as everything around, and with a slim, silver crown on top of his shoulder-length blond hair, sitting on what most likely is a throne.
At his sides are two other people. On his right, a woman d in less eye-catching, purplish robes, with a long metallic staff in her right hand. She appears to also be on the younger side, although wearing rectangr sses and having her hazelnut hairbed to the back of the head ending in a bun, raises a slight aura of maturity around her.
On his left, to my surprise, another youngd. With very long white hair and robes of the same colour, giving priestly vibes. He also holds a staff but his is much more detailed and decorated with various gems.
Well, this doesnt look like a staged prank to me. It feels kinda surreal, but all the evidence points out that we got
Greetings Otherworlders!
The man in the middle stands up and announces in a sound and confident tone. He nces at each of us for a moment, seemingly judging our reactions to his words. Everyone is still too dazed and confused with the unexpected change to fully grasp their meaning. Well, perhaps everyone but me.
Great. I hate being right in situations like these. Whats next. Is he gonna tell us we are some godsend heroes to vanquish a rogue Demon Lord terrorizing the Human race?
My name is Rossberg Ruminas and Im the current King of the Human kingdom Evalitia. Im aware of the fact that you still might be experiencing the aftereffects of your transmigration, but I would be really pleased to know if you can understand the words I am speaking to you.
I get all that he is saying, and looking at others, I guess they do too. I nce over all of their faces to figure out what they are thinking. Kamil and Marcia still seem to be catching up on what is happening. Paul is nervously eyeing the knights around us with an uneasy and confused expression. Natalie and Shino have huddled closer together, and while the former frantically looks around, thetter keeps staring curiously at the King.
He turns to the man on his left and speaks again. Is it possible that something didnt go right? Did they not receive the blessing?
I have no idea, Your Majesty.
This will lead to nowhere and their patience is most likely not endless. Well then. I just really hope hes not the one from all those revenge stories. Lets try it the polite way.
Without any sudden movements, I rise to my feet. Confirming that the trio in front of us has noticed it, I slowly walk in front of Paul, so that everyone is behind me. Taking thest nce over my shoulder, I then steel my resolve and kneel on my right knee, slightly bowing my head and beginning to speak.
Your Majesty. I humbly request permission to speak as the representative of the group behind me.
Oho? Thats unexpected. Rise. What is your name and why do you wish to do so?
My name is stair Carter and thats for a few reasons, Your Majesty. Firstly, the people behind me are my students and I am their mentor, thus naturally Im obliged to protect their wellbeing and interests. Secondly, Im not sure about this ce, but considering our homeworldws, at least two of them are still not fully considered adults and its my responsibility to represent them in any interaction with governmental bodies, such as this kingdom. And finally, it seems that Im the one most familiar with the situation we are in right now.
Interesting. I assume there are nonguage issues then and the System works correctly. Ill acknowledge you as the representative for now. You seem pretty knowledgeable about the royal etiquette.
Thank you, Your Majesty. Ive studied various handy manuscripts. Then, Id like to confirm our situation. Am I right to assume that we are no longer on Earth, but in another realm, and the weird, glowing symbols were part of something akin to a summoning spell cast by either one of your aides?
You are quite a perceptive one, and yes, this is no longer the world youve called Earth, but one called Naharren. Although you are right about the summoning, we are not exactly the ones who called you here.
What do you mean?
You see, while the Archpriest on my left has functioned as a medium and a pir upholding the connection between the worlds, the summoning came from the Goddess watching over our realm herself. We received a revtion about valiant Heroesing to our aid, alongside instructions on how and when to prepare ourselves for it. Our world is facing a crisis right now and this was the only way she could have lent us a hand after she intervened a bit too much in the past
And now we are adding an almighty goddess who cant overstep her boundaries to the basket... Perfect...
I take a deep breath and quickly check on the others. While we were talking, they must have stood up, because they are now gathered behind me. Its time to get to the most important part.
Since you were able to summon us from another world, I guess you also have prepared a way for us to get back, am I right?
The King and his attendants look at each other and do not answer for a few moments. The aforementioned priest joins the conversation.
We believe that after everything is resolved, well somehow receive anothe
My brows twitch at his words and I reply in a slightly raised voice, making all the knights flinch nervously.
You believe?! So what you are saying is that youve forcefully kidnapped random people from another realm, with some of them basically being kids, to fight in what I assume is some kind of war, your war, without even securing a way back for them?
I m my forehead with a loud sigh escaping my mouth. I decide to ignore this conversation, for better or worse, and turn around to face my students. Rubbing my temples, I begin speaking.
I deem all of you smart enough to have already realized what we have gotten ourselves into, just from this previous conversation, even though not everyone has been an avid reader of any kind of fantasy stories. Anything to clear up?
I nce at each one of them. Everyone shakes their heads. Even Kamil follows suit, although hes certainly getting a more lively look in his eyes.
Great. I might have spoken on your behalf, but what do you think about all this?
To my surprise, it is Natalie who answers first.
Well Its not like we have any other alternatives besides at least listening to the whole thing now.
Natalie-san is right, theres not much to do. And besides, at least Sensei is here, so everything will be fine somehow, Shino chimes in.
I dont know if I should feel happy or worried that you ce so much trust in me. Im just one guy in the end.
Paul and Marcia just shrug. Theres not much more to add here.
And besides! Didnt you hear what they said? We are basically heroes! Hey! Are we super powerful or get some dope abilities?
Kamil excitedly joins and then leans over me, throwing his question towards the King. Fortunately, it seems like hes one of those who dont really mind. Or he just ces us pretty high and is forgiving a lot.
Naturally. It would be pointless if people summoned were to be weak. You all have been chosen by the Goddess and your potential reaches unimaginable heights. Although you wont be able to manifest all this power right at this moment. But! Lets not waste any more time here! We shall speak in a morefortable environment, more suited for friendly conversations. Follow Cornelia, my Court Magician, to the prepared room and refresh yourselves a bit. I will join you in a moment and begin the exnation.
He then gestures to the woman who was standing on his right and watching the whole show quietly. She bows lightly, nods her head towards us, and starts slowly heading into one of the corridors, leading out of what I assume is an audience or throne room. I check if everyone is on board and we enter the corridor behind her. Feeling less pressured, they start discussing this whole ordeal amongst themselves, in their usual groups. Paul with Kamil and Marcia while Natalie with Shino. Those are not set in stone since Paul pretty much interacted with anyone who spoke first in the past, but the other duos got close together pretty quickly in the ss.
I catch up to the woman and cant help but notice a fragrant tinge ofvender in the air around her. It further adds to her charm. I dont know why, but I feel like this smell matches her perfectly, alongside the flower itself. Although I dont recall what exactly was the symbolism behind it, just that it definitely fits. Now I wonder if they have the same flowers here, with the same meaning. It wouldnt be unexpected if they are named differently due to cultural differences, right?
After a few minutes of walking, we reach a chamber with decorated double doors. We are led inside and find a beautifully furnished, spacious room with an open balcony on the opposite side to the entrance. There is lots of furniture youd expect to find in a medieval fantasy world.
In the middle, a low table is ced and filled with various snacks and drinks, mostly fruits and pastries. Around it, there are tworge sofas and one beautifully crafted chair, undoubtedly belonging to the King. Sounds of gasping and amazement apany us as we move further inside.
This small treat was prepared for you, so dont worry about anything and pick whatever you like. You might feel like you havent eaten in ages after you arrived here.
As expected, her soft and calm voice feels reassuring. They instantly sit down and start stuffing themselves with food. I just pick an apple and move to the balcony.
Lets see this Naharren and the Human Kingdom. I have a feeling well be staying here for a while.
Chapter 4 – Goddess’s Chosen
Chapter 4 C Goddesss Chosen
Announcement
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I arrive at the masterfully carved stone balustrade. My gaze sweeps all over the surrounding scenery. The castles balcony is positioned a few stories higher than the usual wooden and stone buildings, creating a perfect depiction of a medieval fantasy city. I have been expecting a great sight, butying your own eyes on a real, full of life, medieval capital is just something unspeakable.
Beautiful I mutter under my breath admiring the breathtaking scenery. I take a bite of my apple while looking around.
To my left, and to what I assume is also west, a shining golden beach and a sea or an ocean are located. This capital must be a coastal city. There are a dozen piers and a few smaller docks constructed there, but a lot of the glittering beach is a free and open space, perfect for some rxation time.
Moving my eyes more to the middle and right, I can barely spot the external walls of the town. There are a lot of buildings, and even my otherworldly self can easily differentiate between the existing districts. Close to the castle must be a noble one, since all the houses and stores have a lot fancier finishings than the ones far further. The north side resembles a mercantile area with most of the constructions visibly proiming they are business ones. I can also spot a huge market with a lot of colourful stands.
To the east and more ind, there are plenty of chimneys with some of them spewing smoke of various shades, definitely representing an industrial or artisanal district. Lots ofrge warehouses, forges and workshops of many kinds. Unfortunately, I cant see what is behind the castle right now, but I guess there would be more housing areas since, in front of me, they are mostly squeezed around those districts mentioned before. The whole city is designed in a circle fashion, with rings of living quarters separating bigger districts. The whole scenery is something youd usually see in those big CGI movies, and here I am, admiring this beautiful sight.
I gaze carefully at the suns position. If this or world is orbiting at a simr speed and distance from its double suns it should be a few hours after noon. While Im working my brain over the differences in time between our worlds, the Court Magician Cornelia appears at my side and also takes a peek outside.