The Brothel

Proofread By Thomas F. 9th Feb 2025.

"We have reached our destination, Master Remus," Hendricks said as the carriage pulled to a stop in front of the massive iron gates.

"I presume you won't be joining me inside?" I asked, looking towards the elderly man from the carriage window.

He shook his head in response.

"I apologize, Master Remus, but I have urgent business to attend to in Redfawn and need to return as soon as possible," he replied regretfully.

"Thank you for your company. The journey would have been tedious without you." I said courteously.

"It was my honor to accompany you, Master Remus. Please accept my sincerest apologies for not being of greater assistance," the old man said regretfully.

"What occurred was beyond our control, Hendricks," I sighed as I stepped out of the carriage.

The door shut with a thud behind me as my feet hit the gravel path, and the carriage quickly pulled away, not pausing for a moment.

Seeing that, I couldn't help but shake my head with a smile.

I gazed at the carriage momentarily before turning my attention to the magnificent mansion in the heart of the garden. This was what my brothers had so graciously given me.

The mansion was a beautiful three-story structure, built in a classic imperial design that bore close similarity to the Baroque style of Earth.

It was a visual feast, its sensuous richness drawing the eye with effortless allure.

I had been firmly opposed to this project, but my father refused to listen. He was convinced it was the right gamble, confident it would be profitable as the city expanded.

Yet, I had my doubts.

It would take nothing short of a miracle for this city to avoid destruction within the next few years.

I admired the mansion when the front door opened, and a beautiful woman in a black dress stepped out. Despite her hurried pace, her movements were graceful and fluid, as if she were gliding across the ground.

"My apologies, Master Silver, I was not able to greet you when you arrived," she said as she opened the iron gates.

The woman was Carla Salt, my father's choice to manage the business and carry out the responsibilities.

The woman is strikingly beautiful.

As she approached me, I couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders, complementing her piercing amethyst eyes. She had this mature, elegant beauty that had me place her age in the early thirties.

Her facial features are delicate, giving her a softness that belies her occupation. After seeing her, I knew she had no trouble ensnaring men.

"You should have kept the guards, Carla. Given the nature of our establishment, we don't want any accidents to occur." I said as I walked inside with her walking beside me.

I never wanted this place—this business. If I could have, I would have sold it all and started somewhere else.

When my siblings interfered with the inheritance, and I received this place, they influenced the direction my class took. Now, despite my hesitancy, I have no choice but to run this business.

Those bastards will pay for what they did to me.

However, I had to admit that the business did have potential. With the right investments, upgrades, and expansion, it could grow into a thriving enterprise, and now I am determined to make that happen.

I want to prove to my siblings that their decision to give it to me was a mistake. With my unique knowledge and hard work, I am confident that I could turn things around and make it a successful business.

I can remember the jeers of whoremaster as I left. I'll show them what a whoremaster can do.

"The security in the city has been strengthened with the influx of new people arriving every day. The city guards now patrol the roads nearly every hour," she replied.

"Still, reach out to the mercenary guild and procure some guards," I instructed.

After witnessing my father's murder right before my eyes, I don't think I could live without security. Even after these two months have passed, I still experience nightmares about what I saw.

"It will be done," she said.

Soon, we reached the front of the mansion, and it was even more beautiful up close. Once the work on it is completed, it will become even more stunning.

People are working around the mansion with speed and precision that would have been impossible for humans on Earth without their high-tech tools, but here, these people are achieving it with the help of simple tools.

It had been three years since I arrived in this world, and even now, the classes and skills still fill me with wonder.

"Only the final touch-ups remain; they will be completed before we open at the end of the week," she informed me as I gazed at the workers.

I nodded before walking with her, and soon, we arrived at the mansion's door. It was large and had mermaids carved on it so realistically that I felt like they were going to jump out at any moment.

I can't imagine the kind of mastery it takes to create such intricate details and bring the mermaids to life with just a piece of wood or stone. It was indeed a masterpiece. No less than a level 25 artisan could have made this.

Carla smiled seductively as she pushed open the door. "Master Silver, welcome to The Lord's Pleasure."

We stepped into the hall, decorated with gold and red. My father had chosen the design, which, to be honest, is quite gaudy.

I only glanced at the hall momentarily before turning my attention to the main attractions.

Beautiful women of all ages, from sixteen to forty-five, were looking at me. I could see their reactions, from nervous anticipation to seductive smiles.

They are dreams come true; it took all my willpower to resist those gazes filled with the power of skills that wanted to enthrall me.

"Master Silver, I present to you the women who will be serving in The Lord's Pleasure," Informed Carla, and I just nodded because I did not trust myself to open my mouth in front of them.

This was a brothel—an inheritance my siblings had cruelly shackled me to.

Through witchcraft magic, they had bound it to me, ensuring I could never simply walk away. It was a costly endeavor that had drained more coin than this place was worth.

To them, the price was a small sacrifice. After all, it had done exactly what they intended.

It usually does not work.

About a month ago, I turned eighteen, or this body did, as I am a decade older. Upon turning eighteen, I finally received the class that I had been eagerly anticipating for years - my base class.

I was supposed to inherit the 'Merchant' class. With my pedigree and the work I had put in, it was all but guaranteed. But my siblings had other plans. Through their manipulations, I found myself with something else entirely.

Now, my class is Souteneur Merchant. It could be said to be a fused class; a Souteneur Merchant Class is a cross between the Pimp Class and the Merchant Class.

It is not a pure mercantile class like a merchant or trader. Thus, I will not get the inheritance the old man left for me.

My father left something valuable for me in his will, but there is a condition for me to receive it - I must have a pure merchant class.

It is condition for my siblings, but they got their classes. When he was alive.

So, the condition was only for me.

Unfortunately, the class I received is not a pure merchant class. My siblings ensured I got this brothel, and I had no choice but to accept it, as it was the only way I could level up my class.

Class: Souteneur Merchant Lv. 1

Charisma: 05

Intelligence: 08

Vitality: 05

Skills:

1. Trusty Presence

2. Worthy Goods

Attribute Points: 01

The class interface appeared in front of me as I desired it. One could have many classes; however, there is only one base class that one cannot reject.

The base class is the only class that provides attribute points when leveled.

I may not have gotten lucky with my class, but I got good skills. They are as good as one hopes to get and are practical. One skill is passive, while the other is active; I am already using worthy goods on these women, and I am getting a good response.

"Master Silver, do you want me to introduce the girls to you?" she asked, to which I shook my head. "No, I will look at the establishment first," I replied. I could see surprise appearing on the women's faces before they controlled their emotions.

"As you wish," she said, returning her professional smile that had faint seductiveness.

"The whole establishment is made just as the old master had ordered, and the Nielson had done an outstanding job actualizing his vision," she said as she showed me the mansion.

I already knew the plans. I was there when he met with the members of the construction guild and offered many suggestions, but he did not listen.

"All the rooms are soundproof and have the most comfortable setting so clients can have the best time. There is…"

Carla's explanations are detailed, so I have little need to ask questions; I have read the reports she sent to Redfawn, and they were very precise.

The workers of the architecture company were still working, and whenever we passed them, I could see them stealing glances at Carla.

She really is an eye-catcher. She is not the most beautiful woman here, but she is the most seductive. Despite having known her for less than an hour, I could tell she was adept at using every advantage she had.

The old man had made many mistakes, but he couldn't have picked a better choice as the person responsible for the establishment.

Soon, we appeared in the back garden and walked toward the middle-aged man in a black suit who spoke to a few people.

When he saw us coming, he quickly dismissed them and turned to us with a smile.

I could see him throwing glances at Carla, not always at her eyes. "Master Silver, this is architect Lloyd. He is responsible for the construction of the establishment." Carla said.

"Mister Silver, nice to meet you. I hope you liked the work of company," he said as he forcefully diverted his eyes toward me. "It exactly as my late father had envisioned," I replied, and the smile on his face widened.

"I am glad to hear that," he said, looking toward the mansion. "As you can see, we are nearly done; we will be finished within three days, which will give you ample time to open by the end of the week," he said, and to that, I just smiled.

"Mr. Lloyd, I would like to meet your boss tomorrow morning, if possible," I said to him, which surprised him and Carla.

"May I know what for Mister Silver?" he asked, eyes focused on me.

"Yes, it is about some modifications I want to make to the establishment," I answered, and the worry in his eyes eased away.

"I will inform head architect Davidson as soon as possible," he said with a smile.

I talked to him briefly before walking back inside the mansion, ready to start with my plans.