The royal palace of the Ronaris Duchy was in complete chaos.
Anxiety rippled through the streets as well.
"Is the king going to be okay…?"
"Who's going to be the next ruler?"
The king had collapsed from a serious illness. The succession crisis was spiraling out of control.
The eldest son had just announced he was withdrawing due to his own poor health. The second son had already retired to the countryside. That left the third son and onward.
But the third son, Barsta, had a terrible reputation. He was mediocre at best, but surrounded himself with sycophants who praised him endlessly. If he became duke, those corrupt followers would seize real power.
Then the fourth son suddenly declared he was also stepping down from the succession.
Everyone understood what that meant: he was supporting the fifth son, Rodi.
The race was now between Barsta and Rodi.
And then—
"The king has passed away!"
A cry echoed from the palace. People knelt in mourning.
Shortly after, the announcement came:
"The late king entrusted the succession to his eldest son, Nerais! He will now name the new successor!"
Nerais, despite his frail condition, stood with dignity.
"My loyal subjects! Today is a day of great sorrow! Our beloved king has left us! However, due to my poor health, I cannot bear the burden of rule! Therefore, as the named successor, I hereby appoint the next ruler! Support him with all your strength and bring stability back to our nation!"
The court held its breath.
Barsta or Rodi?
In the tense silence, Nerais declared:
"The next duke shall be the fifth son— Rodi Halbes!"
*CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!*
Thunderous applause erupted, followed by joyous cheers.
"Long live the new duke! Long live Duke Rodi!"
The news spread through the streets.
"Rodi is the new duke!"
"Thank goodness! It's Rodi!"
Rodi's popularity — built through Sekauma sales and genuine care for the people — meant his ascension was welcomed by both nobles and commoners alike.
Nerais watched the celebration with relief.
*(…With this, our country will be safe.)*
Rodi was young, but beloved by the people.
Meanwhile, at the borderlands, the second son Bizaal — who preferred tilling barren soil alone because he struggled with people — received a messenger.
"The king has passed. Please return to the capital for the funeral."
"…I see. Who is the successor?"
"Prince Rodi."
Bizaal looked up at the sky and sighed.
"Rodi, huh… If only he didn't have such dangerous ambitions."
He began writing a long letter of warning to his younger brother, urging him not to pursue independence from the empire.
---
The woman who had once sold Miu to Izumi was attending an underground meeting, hood pulled low over her face.
"The duke is dead!"
A large man with a cross-shaped scar on his face shouted.
This was the underground district beneath the City of Knowledge — a lawless zone of drug dealing, assassination contracts, and every other illegal enterprise.
"Rodi is the new duke! That bastard is going to be trouble!"
Rodi had long pushed for stronger security in the city.
The scarred man growled, "Is there anyone here who can talk to Rodi?"
One of the elegant-looking men turned to the woman.
"Melto, weren't you on somewhat friendly terms with that big merchant who backs him?"
"…Even if I can talk to him, there's no benefit for him," she replied curtly.
The scarred man pressed, "Melto, you're saying you can at least get a meeting, right?"
"Even if I can arrange a conversation, why would he bother with people like us?"
The elegant man smiled. "Benefits, huh? Money won't work?"
"He's a tycoon. He's making a fortune with Sekauma. Money means nothing to him."
The scarred man's eyes widened. "So he's the Sekauma guy… That explains how Rodi got so rich."
Melto sighed. "His guard is Euryaut Valante. Threatening him is impossible. But… I can at least pass on the disadvantages of wiping out groups like ours. If he sees any merit in it, perhaps."
"Please do. We can't afford to lose our foothold here, especially with war rumors coming from the imperial capital."
---
Ralf Loren — the spy originally sent by the church but now working for Izumi — was reporting via long-distance magic.
"…Yes, as I've said repeatedly, brewing proper alcohol takes at least a year, often several. The methods are highly secretive."
『We understand, but the situation has changed. We need countermeasures immediately.』
The voice on the other end was tense.
"I've heard. There's a person causing trouble for the church in the capital."
『That girl is a serious threat. We must restore faith quickly.』
Ralf had originally been hired to improve the church's "holy wine." Now they wanted Izumi's brewing secrets for quick profit.
"If time is that critical, shall I infiltrate the enemy's side as a spy?"
He had no intention of betraying Izumi, but it was an easy suggestion.
『…That may be worth considering. I'll get back to you.』
The connection ended.
"Boss—"
Ralf went to report to Izumi, who immediately called Jera Hagdom and Yuira for advice.
"It's probably that blonde girl causing them trouble," Jera Hagdom said.
Yuira smiled lazily while writing. "Why not sell them a favor~? We don't need to get deeply involved, but a little goodwill could be useful later~ Let Ralf suggest ways to stop the girl without direct confrontation."
Both advisors agreed it was a good middle ground.
"Understood. I'll talk to the girl," Izumi decided.
---
The cabaret was packed as usual. Only after closing time did the guests finally leave.
"Thank you for coming~♡ Please visit us again!"
After the last customer left, Avael addressed the girls.
"The shop is closed tomorrow and the day after. Rest well. If you go out, please submit a request form so we can support you in case of trouble. No form needed for the villa."
"Yes ma'am!"
---
The next morning, ten girls — led by Annie, with Coché and the others who used to work elsewhere — visited Izumi at the villa.
"Master, we have a request…"
Izumi, who had been relaxing, blinked at the sudden group.
"It's about the brothel we came from…"
"More girls are being gathered as low-rank prostitute candidates…"
"Please… can't you help them somehow?"
The ten had been saved right before being forced into the lowest, most brutal tier of prostitution — the kind where girls were beaten, abused, and often died young. Now that they were safe and happy, their gratitude had grown into a desire to save others from the same fate.
"I understand how you feel, and I'd like to help too, but…" Izumi sighed. "There's no end to it. Even mid-rank prostitutes have it rough. Some girls actually prefer this life. We can't just keep expanding the rescue forever…"
The girls looked down sadly.
But then—
"Ehehe. Will this be enough thanks~♡♡♡?"
Rom, the youngest-looking but already 18, climbed onto his lap and began grinding her hips, pushing her soft pussy against his crotch.
One after another, the ten girls pressed their bodies against him.
"This is our selfish request…"
Annie pushed her large breasts against his right arm, while Coché pressed hers against his back.
Rom opened her top, letting her perky tits spill out and rub against his chest.
"We'll pay with our bodies♡"
---
Izumi's reason melted instantly.
The ten girls dragged him to the large bed in the villa. Clothes flew off in seconds.
"Ehehe♡ We'll serve you so much today♡♡♡"
Rom straddled him first, eagerly sinking her tight, wet pussy down onto his thick cock.
"Aaahhh♡♡♡ Master's huge cock is stretching me so wide already♡♡♡"
She started riding him hard, bouncing her hips with lewd wet sounds.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
Izumi grabbed her hair and yanked her head back sharply.
"You're such a greedy little whore, Rom. Beg properly while you ride me."
"Yes♡♡♡ Please fuck me harder, Master♡♡♡ Use my slutty cunt like a cheap onahole♡♡♡ I want to be your personal breeding sow♡♡♡"
He slapped her face hard — *SMACK!* — then choked her slender neck while forcing her to ride faster. Her tits bounced wildly as he slapped them red.
Annie crawled over and shoved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him sloppily.
"Master… I want your baby first♡ I'm the oldest, so it's my duty to have the first child♡♡♡"
Izumi pulled Annie's hair and forced her face down, making her lick and suck his balls while Rom rode him.
"That's right. You're all my cumdump harem now. Beg for my seed like the desperate bitches you are."
All ten girls answered at once, voices overlapping in filthy harmony.
"Please cum inside me♡♡♡ Knock me up♡♡♡ Fill my worthless womb♡♡♡"
"I want to carry Master's child while still working at the cabaret♡♡♡"
"Choke me harder! Slap my face red while you breed me♡♡♡"
Izumi switched between them relentlessly. He facefucked one girl while pounding another, choking their necks, yanking hair, slapping faces and tits, and calling them every degrading name they craved.
"Gluck—! Gluuuurk♡♡♡ My throat is your personal fleshlight♡♡♡ Facefuck me until I cry♡♡♡"
He pulled one girl's hair like reins while doggy-styling her, spanking her ass bright red, then moved to the next, never letting the dirty talk stop.
"You're all just holes for my cock now. Say it."
"We're just cumdump holes for Master♡♡♡ No pride, just breeding pigs♡♡♡"
By the time he had pumped five creampies deep into their wombs — twelve loads total across mouths, faces, and pussies — the girls were a sweaty, cum-covered, happily broken mess. They kept kissing each other, swapping his cum, and begging for more even as they trembled from overstimulation.
"Thank you, Master♡♡♡ We'll give birth to lots of your babies♡♡♡"