Chapter 154 - 152: Hotel "Wizard" — Mosel and Glassman
The story goes back a little in time.
In the imperial capital, starting with the Jason incident, an internal investigation was being conducted into the magistrates, internal affairs officers, and people involved in administration dispatched nationwide. The people in the imperial capital were no exception to this.
In the imperial capital, there were a small number of people who were fined or dismissed. However, those who went to the provinces were under looser surveillance, and they had committed acts that even surprised Klaus and the others.
"It was a moment of weakness... I won't do it again!"
"I am reflecting on my actions!"
However, when the internal circumstances were investigated, the content was what you would call criminal.
Dismissal, or the death penalty, and a fate of being transported by carriage awaited them.
In the daily newspapers, names and bureaus of origin were announced, and the officials could not hide their shock. They learned that the bureaucrats of former noble origin had been conducting politics in the provinces even more cruel than the nobles.
Day after day, the people of the imperial capital were abuzz with this topic.
"They left their families behind and went to the provinces, right?"
"What will happen to their families?"
"I'm sure they'll be sent to some mine, right?"
"No... they say they'll be executed in the imperial capital!"
In reality, the captured people were interrogated at the Legal Affairs Bureau and were being killed in gruesome ways in the public square.
Seeing this, it shocked many people.
It was also to make an example of them, but likely to make it known that becoming a subordinate of Jason meant being a rebel against the Emperor. Naturally, it was also carried out to make the nobles who cooperated with them understand that they were also targets of the purge.
The cabinet ministers were also extremely busy immediately after returning from the hot springs.
Matters concerning the party and attendees, and the accompanying security matters. Matters concerning the refugees and immigrants coming from various regions, and the aftermath of the magistrates and internal affairs officers.
The State Minister, Richard, was no exception, and was busy day after day.
"Hey, Richard... tonight... is good, right?"
"Now is not the time for that! I held you plenty at the hot springs, didn't I! You're in heat again so soon!"
Juna was scolded harshly and sulked. When she went to see him off in the morning, she saw Richard gently saying "I'm off!" with a smile to his mistress, and she became sad and shut herself in her room.
"What is it! Are young women that good!"
She had no choice but to take her anger out on objects.And then, she recalled that night.
(That night, I only had my breasts fondled! And then, I went down to the first floor, drank alcohol, and sought him out. Just as Richard sought a young woman, I sought a young man!)
She took off her blouse, removed her bra, and got into bed.
(And then... I was made to perform fellatio, something I've never even done for Richard, but I got excited! He told me my tongue was long and felt good!)
She stuck out her tongue from her mouth and licked a wooden stick placed beside the bed.
(His... thing, was amazing, being young and all! It was very robust and became rock hard. I was also happy that he got big!)
She kneaded her own breast with one hand, held the wooden stick with the other, and slurped on the wooden stick with wet sounds. Then, she took off her skirt and panties.
"The me that Richard doesn't know is already this wet!"
She murmured to herself with a bewitching smile and masturbated while reminiscing again.
(I had my legs spread wide like this. He licked my private part carefully for me! His slightly rough tongue licked my clit and this place carefully, over and over, until it felt good! He made the private part of me, already called an old lady, hot. Richard has never licked me there either. I've never had something this pleasurable done to me.)
She spread her legs wide, toyed with her clit, and inserted the wooden stick.
(This is nothing at all! It's not enough! I only came for the first time when I was pierced by his big... thing! Even though I came many times... Richard... the me you know is no longer here! I was brought to climax so many times that I allowed him to finish inside me...)
"Shivans... finish inside me! Make me come again!"
She inadvertently let out her voice. She lifted her own breast, licked her nipple, and violated her pussy with the wooden stick, but she couldn't climax.
"Richard. At this rate, I'll run to him, okay? It's fine, right? You have many women, so you won't be lonely, right? I am lonely now that I know him."
She murmured in tears, completely naked. Juna, who somehow managed to hold back from having an affair while masturbating every day. No one knows of Juna's dark, gloomy laugh.
I was called to the palace and spoke with only His Majesty and Klaus, the three of us.First, His Majesty spoke to me with a furious expression.
"You likely surmise why you were called. The territory management is hopeless! On top of already having many problems! You've added even more trouble!"
It was about the internal affairs officers being captured everywhere. Saying he wanted the internal affairs officers being educated at my place, he casually produced five platinum coins. An amount of 500 million G.
"About how many should I provide?"
"As many as you can! If necessary, I will provide more funds!"
"Understood."
Now it was Klaus's turn.
"You know about the immigrant and refugee situation, yes? The Administrative Bureau is screaming."
I nodded and, ostensibly, proposed the construction of a hotel.
"Additionally, we will create a shopping district and dormitories. We will also build roads and ensure it does not become a slum, but please grant me one permission."
That was the casino.Both immediately agreed, but Klaus asked a question.
"However... why in a place like that?"
"If we leave 'a place like that,' as Klaus-sama says, unattended, it will become a hotbed of crime and could damage the image of the imperial capital. Besides, don't you think it would be delicious if 'a place like that' produced money?"
His Majesty laughed with a "kukuku" and said, "Your specialty, killing two birds with one stone?" and Klaus agreed.
"Indeed, it would be 'delicious.' Understood. I leave it to you! If you need help, tell me immediately! As Prime Minister, I will not spare my cooperation!"
He immediately gathered contractors by Prime Ministerial order.Cielo also heard about it and immediately offered cooperation. So, I gathered the slave traders and made a proposal.
"Everyone, you possess sex slaves, correct? To be honest, you want to sell them as expensively and quickly as possible. That is your true feeling, isn't it?"
There were no objections, but they asked, "What should we do?"
If you sell at a shop, you can't sell unless customers come. Even if they come, will they take a liking to them? Even if they say they like them, they might be haggled down, and you might even lose your initial investment. Food expenses are also nothing to sneeze at.
"So, I would like you to dispatch them to us as rentals!"
What I am aiming for is a high-class club.A popular girl would likely get many requests.Depending on the situation, they may sleep with customers.
Eventually, customers who say "I want to buy!" or "I want her!" should appear.
"A beautiful woman doesn't necessarily sell, right? If it's known that she is amiable, skilled, or has a good personality, there's a possibility she'll be bought at a high price. There's also a possibility she can avoid being taken in by a customer with a bad personality, right?"
The girls also have the right to refuse, so it's possible for them to decide after sleeping with the customer.
"I see! If they work as prostitutes here, they can show their faces to many people, which serves as advertisement! Even girls who have good personalities but didn't sell until now have a chance to find happiness here!"
When I said the money earned here would be split 6:3:1, with the women getting 6, the shop getting 3, and us getting 1, the shop owners said, "That would be inexcusable towards Shivans-sama..."
"I am fine with that. In exchange, though it's a bit much to ask, please have the shop cover their haircuts, makeup, and costumes. Please bear the obligation to make them beautiful every day. We will cover food and alcohol expenses."
In reality, if they eat and drink with customers, the customers pay for the food and drink expenses. We also receive lodging fees, so there is no problem.
"Furthermore, we are considering a system where, if an additional fee is paid, they can also go on dates outside the shop. Other than that, everyone, please explain thoroughly to the girls at your shops and bring only those who agree to come here."
The slave traders hurriedly left, saying, "We can't just stand around here! We have to explain and get their consent!"
The hotel's name was decided as "Wizard Hotel," and as it was heavily advertised in the newspapers and a massive five-story building began construction in what was once a slum, it stood out whether one liked it or not.
Beautiful roads and bright streetlights were installed, and plazas and parks were created in the nearby shopping district. And through "just between us" talk, many people learned that the path to "Back Wizard" could be accessed from the shopping district and parks.
Since the setup made it look like one was just entering a shop at first glance, it was easy for "people of high status" to use as well.
When the slave traders immediately explained to the women, questions flew.
"What about customers I don't want to sleep with? Can I refuse?"
"Is there really such a deal? You're not lying?"
The shop owners got annoyed and complained.
"If you don't want to participate, you don't have to force yourselves. Besides, most of you came here after being deceived by some pretty-faced man, right? And yet you still talk about whether someone is good-looking or not?"
The women had no words to reply to that.
"Soon, the wives and daughters of officials will also be sold here. Those people might sell faster."
Their feminine pride was stimulated, and they all easily agreed, saying, "We'll go to that hotel! Just watch!"
The male employees were made to change into black suits, and Mosel thoroughly drilled them in customer service. Among them, there was one man who seemed excellent.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Glassman. I am 28 years old this year. Is there something that has offended Shivans-sama?"
Glassman asked, slightly frightened.
"No. There is something I want to ask of you."
"Please, order me anything!"
"I will make you the floor manager. Support Mosel. You are confident in your skills, aren't you? I was thinking of entrusting you with the boorish customers who lack consideration in the casino or towards the women."
With a surprised face, he started to say, "B-But! I am from the slums and a former slave," so I said, "Are you suggesting I lack a discerning eye?" When I smiled quietly, perhaps he felt a chill, as Glassman said, trembling, "N-No, absolutely not! I will do my utmost!"
When I left, Glassman asked Mosel a question.
"Is that person really 17 years old? His intensity, or rather, his aura, is not ordinary..."
"Indeed. He is the son of that butler-sama. Even Harrier-sama told me never to defy Shivans-sama."
The two continued to bow their heads until I was out of sight.
The day before opening.
"Wizard" was finally completed.The front had a garden with rose arches and was more splendid than a shoddy palace.
People in shabby clothes or those recognizable as thugs were literally "turned away at the gate."
"Tch! Acting all high and mighty!"
"Don't make fun of poor people!"
To those who were envious and jealous, people around them said, "Then work honestly. So that someday you can come here openly!" and they slunk away.
From noon, the women from the slave traders arrived by carriage. Everyone was beautifully dressed and all were full of spirit, thinking, (I'll make everyone pay attention to me!)
When they arrived at the hotel, everyone was surprised.
"What is this place..."
"At the very least, it's a building we don't know..."
Passing through a road where beautiful flowers were in full bloom, the carriage stopped at the huge rotary in front of the entrance.
When the women, overwhelmed, entered the giant entrance, for some reason, a bridge was built. The floor was a beautiful corridor like marble. Moreover, the surrounding floor was covered with glass, and water flowed beneath it, surprising them with the colorful, beautiful fish swimming there. They would walk slowly and fearfully over it. Directly ahead, there was something like a waterfall, which also pleased the eye.
The women asked questions to the owners of their respective slave traders.
"Who exactly is the owner here?"
"He's still 17 years old, but he has immense financial power and influence. Don't defy him, whatever you do."
Everyone whispered in hushed tones.When they were led to the BAR, there was a chandelier on the high ceiling. The walls shone gold, and there were numerous furnishings that seemed to symbolize wealth.
"That person is the owner, Shivans-sama. Everyone, give your greetings!"
When Glassman said this in a stern tone, they gave curtsey-like greetings, and they could tell they were being carefully observed.
(He's super handsome!)(He's tall and seems like a young nobleman!)
Everyone seemed to be thinking similar things.
"I am the owner, Shivans. From now on, if you need anything, please ask the manager, Mosel, or the floor chief, Glassman!"
I showed them the break room, the changing room, the shower room, and the nap room.
"If there is anything you want to eat or drink, please help yourselves."
Everything was so luxurious that they were overwhelmed.
"Any questions?"
"Is it really okay for us to use this room? Also, won't everything run out immediately if we eat and drink it all?"
I laughed and said, "I said 'please help yourselves,' didn't I? Of course, if it runs out, we will replenish it immediately," and they were delighted.
"I... won't sleep with customers I don't want to sleep with! Is that still okay?"
"Please. Do as you like."
When I smiled, they were surprised. Then one of the slave traders asked, "I-Is that really alright?"
"It's fine. The question is, are you saying that out of professionalism? Or out of selfishness? If you're saying it out of professionalism, wanting to sell yourself at a high price, that's rather a good thing."
The slave trader absolutely thought they were saying it out of selfishness.
"What if it's selfishness?"
"Do you think a foolish woman who keeps saying it's the man's fault or her bad luck, without understanding why she fell to the status of a sex slave, will live long? If you are fine with the status of a slave, which is below common people, then you can keep being selfish forever."
At that, some people finally realized the position they were in. It seemed there were many women who realized they were below common people, so I continued.
"It is possible to seize a chance here and regain your own status. You are free to walk a bright future. You are also free to keep grumbling and holding grudges your whole life. You are also free to walk a life where you grow old and no one pays attention to you."
They finally understood that they had no other options.
"Who do you think will help someone who keeps blaming others for becoming a slave? Wouldn't it be better to earn money yourself, pay off your debts, and become truly free? Or to take revenge on the man you resent? If it were me, I'd want to earn money aggressively and quickly say goodbye to being a slave."
The women, who until now had been licking each other's wounds, saying they were deceived by men.
"We also have the freedom to choose. We will give everyone a one-month chance, but we cannot keep women here who cannot earn money or whom customers do not choose."
When Mosel and Glassman nodded, the women looked dissatisfied.
"Why? Because there are many women who want to work here. As a hotel, we want to give everyone an equal chance."
It became silent. But it seemed everyone became aware that from now on, they were entering a survival race.
Then, one woman raised her hand and asked a question.
"What will happen to us if we are kicked out of here?"
She asked with a frightened look.
"We are not kicking you out. It is simply that, despite being given a chance, you were unable to achieve results due to your own doing, and you will have to leave the hotel. It is not our intention to have it spoken of as if it were our fault. Would it not be best to consult well with your respective shop owners?"
This time, another woman raised her hand and asked.
"I want to work here forever! Even if it's a customer I dislike, if I endure and sleep with him, can I stay?"
I shook my head.
"Such unpleasant customers won't come that often. Isn't it more enjoyable to think, with your charm, 'How can I make this unpleasant customer spend money and be satisfied?' rather than just enduring? Sleeping with customers isn't your only weapon, is it?"
Then, I told them about captivating a man without even letting him touch your body. When I taught them that if you become first-class, you can make a man think, 'I'd pay even 1 million G!' just from touching your thigh, they were surprised.
"Isn't that a rip-off...?"
"There are many rich people in the world beyond your imagination. A first-class hotel, first-class facilities, first-class alcohol. Customers seek first-class beauties and spend their money. You just need to let people who want to pay, pay comfortably! That is a first-class woman. Don't you want to become first-class?"
""We want to!!!""
"Then use your wits and your bodies now! You have to fully display your sex appeal and your own unique qualities, right? There's no time to be dawdling with old stories or saying negative things forever!"
If your body is plain, liven things up with conversation skills. If you're proud of your chest or bottom, mesmerize men with a dress that emphasizes them. If you're proud of your beautiful legs, show them off with a dress with a deep slit. I told them there were still many things they could do, like using makeup techniques to make their faces look young and beautiful, and the women became motivated.
The women left, and I had a toast with Mosel and Glassman.
"I feel I understand a little bit why Shivans-sama has succeeded."
When Mosel said this with a smile, the excited Glassman agreed.
"Me too! I also wanted to join the ranks of the first-class! I am moved!"
"It's not something to cry about. I need you two to be attentive in various aspects and make this a safe, secure hotel with thorough service!"
This story quickly spread to everyone in the hotel, and everyone started saying, "A safe, secure hotel with thorough service! We aim to be first-class!"
The next morning.
The slave traders' carriages arrived.
"We will definitely become first-class too!"
"Of course! We have to aim for the top class!"
Immediately, I had them add color to the noon opening ceremony. The women lined up from the gate to the entrance and greeted guests with "Welcome!"
At the entrance, women dressed in bunny costumes bowed their heads with bright smiles, saying, "Welcome! Please come in!"
Cielo and Tarcel also came and handed over bouquets, saying, "Congratulations on your opening!" For the opening greeting, Klaus actually came and gave a speech.
"Thank you for coming despite your busy schedule."
"It's a fine hotel! I'll come again after the party is over! Incognito with His Majesty."
We shook hands firmly and parted. At the front Wizard, while there are delicious restaurants, a BAR, and a club, the main draw for most customers is the casino.
At the casino, money is exchanged for coins.The red coin is the cheapest at 100G. This is often used for tips paid for service. When you go to the restroom, boys and girls are waiting with towels.
"Please, sir!"
"Ah. Thank you."
Saying that, you give a tip to the boy or girl.When it's said that doing so is stylish at this hotel, rich people give tips because they want to be told, "That customer is stylish!"
Even though the restaurant had a sign saying 'No Tipping,' there were many customers who wanted to tip the waitresses.
And in the club, the sex slave women were waiting.There were more customers seeking healing than physical relationships.
(I have to become a woman who can empathize with the customer's feelings!)
They enjoyed conversations with the women who were good listeners.The women wore plates with symbols from A to Z and numbers.
"Oh my! Your job must be tough, isn't it?"
"Never mind that, won't you tell me your real name?"
"A man who rushes is boorish. Come on, drink!"
The women smoothly dodged groping and kisses. The older men who got hooked came day after day and, separate from the fee, left tips.
At the BAR, handsome young men listened to the wives' complaints and kept them company with drinks, listening from across the counter. Here too, many tips were flying around.
The back street of Wizard was a shopping district.From high-end shops to shops familiar to common people, they lined the street.
Men would slip through a udon shop, women would slip through a general store, and disappear into Back Wizard. From separate exits of Back Wizard, they would pass through different passages and vanish.
(The party is soon, but I wonder what kind of reaction they'll have when they come here?)
There were people I had invited. I had sent invitations to the Wizard Hotel to the parents of the Seven Idols.