Chapter 9 – Goblin Life (3)
I needed to have sex.
That was all that echoed in my mind throughout the entire week.
I couldn't remember ever having such an overwhelming desire for sex before.
I started wondering… was this because of my goblin body?
I lifted my head and stared at myself in the mirror.
My height was now around one meter and twenty or thirty centimeters.
I had grown heavier and bulkier than a normal goblin, and my nails were longer—sharp enough to slice flesh.
There was also a strange change in my skin; it had turned a dark greenish shade, almost black or gray… something unfamiliar.
I had never heard of a goblin evolving like this in this world.
"…"
But this… this was completely new.
I looked down at my body; it was covered in wounds, cuts, and burn marks.
My mind was foggy… I needed sex to calm down…
Or I needed to kill something.
In the seventh and eighth months, I was no longer prey.
I hunted other monsters—nothing too strong, just what I could handle.
I even killed goblins.
A goblin killing goblins.
And by luck, when I killed one of them, I found a Paralysis Charm.
It was difficult to understand because it was written in an old language—the ancient goblin script.
Yes… that's right.
Goblins had changed from what they once were.
They believed themselves the direct descendants of a god, destined to rule the world.
They were like children; the more I tried explaining things to them, the more stubbornly they clung to their beliefs.
I didn't know why… but I began to feel some sympathy for them.
I tried recruiting a few, but they were too dangerous.
For some reason, the moment I turned my back, they tried killing me instantly.
Their constant answer was that they simply followed their instincts…
and their instincts told them to kill me
By the ninth month, I couldn't take it anymore.
I stole some human clothing and a large cloak that covered me completely.
I went to a village—it was the first time I'd ever been to a place like that.
I desperately needed sex, and there was no better place than a brothel for that purpose.
This village was known for its bars and hotels because it was located on a main road used by traders and gamblers.
This made it busy and famous.
But there was something else… To the south of the village was the "red-light district."
Men would travel for days, leaving their families behind, or risking death in the wilderness…
So such places weren't unusual.
I wondered why such areas never appeared in manga or anime.
My journey there began.
My destination was clear.
For the past month, I had been observing the area and listening to what the travelers and adventurers had to say.
The red-light district was divided into two sections: the front and the back.
In the front section, there were about twenty brothels, each with three to five prostitutes, controlled by armed and dangerous men with connections to nobles, officials, and adventurers.
The women were bought from bandits, sold by their fathers, or entered this line of work to escape poverty.
There were also thousands of bloods and dwarves, but they were quickly sold or escaped, so their numbers were small.
The majority were human… and in my opinion, the worst monsters here were the humans themselves.
The back section was for women with sexually transmitted diseases, those who were ugly, or those who were too old to attract customers.
It was run by old women who had been in this line of work their whole lives.
From all of this… my destination was clear: the back section.
There were few customers there, the conditions were terrible, and the prices were ridiculously cheap. This doesn't mean they have no clients… it just means they only earn three to five a month.
My goal was clear.
I entered from the back and made my way into the area.
The houses were in a sorry state, and there was almost no lighting.
The women thought I was a dwarf because of my heavy clothes and height, and they didn't pay any attention to my hidden face.
Most of the men who come here conceal their identities.
There were thirteen prostitutes, each with her own simple shack.
The rest had either died of hunger or disease, or had vanished without a trace.
The best thing was that they didn't try to jump on me; they just looked at me with hungry, desperate eyes.
Their clothes were revealing, but instead of showing beauty, they betrayed their weakness and wretchedness.
They were never well.
An old woman, perhaps eighty years old, approached me, walking with a cane.
"How may I serve the noble gentleman?"
She didn't ask why I had come from the back; This is normal for men who want to remain anonymous.
I took out a bag of cash.
Honestly, I didn't know much about this business or the differences between women… but I'll use it all.
When she saw the money, her eyes nearly popped out of her head in shock.
"I'll pay now, and come back in a week. I want you all at your best."
I threw the bag at her. She caught it with a speed unbecoming of her age.
I must have become a skilled thief; I've stolen this much money from travelers and adventurers over the past few months.
"Thank you… thank you, sir. I'll make sure you're satisfied."
"But which one did you choose?"
One of the prostitutes asked.
"All of you. And if there are others too, that's fine. See you in a week—get ready."
I left the village, went back to the woods, removed my disguise, and hid nearby to hear what they would say.
Honestly, the amount was enormous.
This left them with only two options:
Either run away… or be stabbed.
"Grandma Annie… this is too much… I've never seen anything like it!" one girl said.
"Yes… even when I was in the front line, no one ever paid this much to any girl."
Grandma Annie stared at the money and the direction it had gone.
After listening to the women…
"Listen carefully… this person is either very important… or a dangerous criminal. But to pay this much… he definitely wants something specific."
After some discussion, the women began to agree with her.
"Maybe he's disfigured, that's why he's hiding his face…"
"Or he's poisoned and wants sex before he dies…"
"Or he has a terminal illness…"
"Or maybe he's insane…"
"Or…"
"There are so many possibilities. The real question is… are you prepared to have sex with him?"
Silence fell…
Then the worst of them spoke:
"Even if he were a demon… I'd do it. I don't want to die like this."
In seconds, they all agreed.
They were already in the worst possible place… what could be worse?
"Okay… listen. I'll order food, clothes, and perfume. You need to be in the best possible shape when he comes back in a week."