Pre-Nut Delusion 2

"Janice! You know this isn't allowed!" Irina the courtesan argued.

She wore a revealing black dress that left nothing to the imagination.

A curvy body with pastel purple hair that would be impossible to find in the original world.

She exuded an air of brittle confidence which was backed by real pride - She was one of the top courtesans but only just.

Janice, the servant girl who the receptionist had whispered to, argued back.

"Sister Irina, I understand. But I did this one for you!"

"Stop lying. You get a small commission every time as well, don't lie to my face."

"But I'm really not lying! Your customer is The Adil Ashford!"

Irina gave a slight pause, even she knew of the Ashford family.

Normally, someone of their stature would never stoop as low as to coming to the local brothel.

Their distinctive gorgeous red eyes, their inherited talent and affinity with the system.

Their rapid rise to prominence with Janus Ashford leading at the forefront was only hindered by their incredible expenses used to provide Adil with medicine.

But their martial prowess was of no interest to Irina.

In fact, the Ashford family was known for one thing above all else, even above their rare eye colour.

Each and every child born of the Ashford family was beautiful, whether male of female.

Irina's heads were not filled with lofty ideas of earning large sums from Adil.

She knew that the Ashford family, or more specifically, Adil was a pauper due to spending all his money on medicine.

No, she was filled with expectations of Adil's appearance.

Getting paid to have sex with someone you would have had sex with for free.

"Hmph!"

Irina cocked her head to the side while giving the Janice a side-eye.

But Janice noticed the small smirk that Irina had.

"Go on then Janice, bring him here. But this is the last time you pull this type of stunt!"

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Yeon knocked on the closed door, his heart beating with excitement.

"Come in."

It was a haughty voice that could only be possessed by an attractive person.

There was no real justification behind this thought, but the voice conjured the image of a beautiful woman.

Yeon could already tell a bit about the personality of the person before he opened the door.

Either they would be spoiled and proud, with sufficient justification for their high self-esteem, or they would be the exact opposite - spoiled and proud, but lacking the sufficient justification for their pride.

A false pride, backed by insecurity.

Yeon hoped it was the latter.

'They're much easier to handle.'

Inside was Irina, covering the lower portion of her face with a purple fan that matched her hair.

Her black dress contrasted with her light skin and bright hair.

The sun beaming down on her made her long eyelashes visible over the fan.

Yeon bowed his head lightly to greet her.

This action allowed him to discreetly scan her up and down while making it look like he was just maintaining eye-contact.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the fine young man in front of her, then they curved to crescents as she hid her smile behind her fan.

'A jackpot!'

Fortunately for Irina, Yeon was also thinking the same thing.

Large breasts, fake pride that could be broken down in bed, and lastly -

"Purple is my favourite colour…"

Yeon mumbled it for Irina to hear.

Flattery was simple with so many benefits. Moreover, Yeon wasn't even lying this time.

Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, both Adil and Beatrice shared similar preferences when it came to women and many other things like colour.

"Well then, today is your lucky day. To be paired with the me."

Courtesans were more than just women who could be bought.

They were entertainers.

Some people enjoyed a woman fawning over them, while others enjoyed pinning down cold beauties making them moan and blush.

They were often skilled in numerous high-end hobbies such as music or poetry recitals.

Yeon gave Irina a troubled smile, while averting his eyes.

He played into the role of an excited virgin boy who was too shy to act properly.

'Hang on… am I a virgin?'

Beatrice had never slept with a man, and Yeon had never slept with a woman.

Yeon was now the possessor of an untainted, pure penis.

Beatrice's hatred of men stemmed from her father - a story for another time.

Yeon shifted side to side under the watchful gaze of Irina who was still silently admiring him.

To her, it looked like the anxious movements of a young boy who didn't know what to do with himself.

However, Yeon's thoughts were far from innocent despite his expression.

Yeon was focusing on the movement of his schlong moving side to side between his legs.

Yeon didn't feel the revulsion that he expected to feel from its movements, rather he felt filled with a strange pride in its size.

'The only acceptable penis in this world is my penis.'

It's ok when you do it, but not ok for others - a deeply selfish philosophy most likely derived from Beatrice's personality rather than Adil's.

"So? Is that it?"

Irina had an expectant look on her face as she lowered her fan.

Her sharp jaw gave the impression of a mature woman that contrasted with her youthful hair.

Yeon, biting her bait, stammered out an answer.

"I, umm, I… I think you're very beautiful!"

A typical virgin response.

As Irina's smile widened, Yeon tested the waters with a more aggressive compliment.

He gazed down as if to hide his blush and shame.

"I- I also think you have very large breasts!"

If the response was bad, Yeon could play it off as a nervous virgin's desperate attempt to fill the silence.

But Yeon had the memories of Beatrice - the veteran of seduction, the temptress that broke down sexual preferences (at least that was how she liked to think of herself).

And in Beatrice's experience, a woman with shallow pride would pounce on this opportunity, especially so with Yeon's handsome face.

"Hmph!"

She turned her head as if displeased by him.

But, after eyeing the hesitant and fumbling Yeon, she gave him cheeky smile she then pushed her breasts out for him to see.

"Oh, you mean these?"

Pride and pleasure dripped from her tone.

She was wondering how things would play out and a chance to skip the small talk had come.

Despite her incredible appearance, the reason she was at the bottom of the top tier courtesans was that she lacked a cultivated skill to entertain guests.

She had quickly clawed her way up the rankings using her expertise in bed and her beauty, but felt a wall in her progress.

She was still slowly climbing the ranks but the speed had drastically decreased.

The other top courtesans, threatened by her rapid rise, demeaned her constantly.

The sneers she could handle.

But the insults she could not.

Why?

Because they rang true.

Whore.

A courtesan without the ability to entertain was just a simple whore.

And at this point, Irina refused to learn an instrument or dance out of pride.

Using Yeon's words as a platform, she planned to skip the 'entertainment' and go straight to the 'action.

Yeon's eyes bulged at her gesture. This was his true response, not a fake one to buy her affection.

The large white mounds bulged out of her black dress as she lifted them with her slender hands.

She wasn't wearing any underwear as her areola peeked through the top.

Just a little more and her nipples would he visible.

Yeon gulped.

No matter how many breasts he saw, his vigour never decreased.

Like a child tasting chocolate for the first time, every encounter with boobs felt new.

In other words, Yeon was always horny.

Irina winked at Yeon and pushed her hand up higher.

"Oops."

Her pink nipples popped out as he breasts were freed from their constraints.

With Yeon's incredible visual acuity, he could vividly see the ripples her ripe bosom made as they jiggled.

Yeon stared on his silence, his lower member rising.

He was appreciating the view.

As the silence ensued, Irina shook her breasts up and down as if to show Yeon her assets.

"…"

"…"

Her breasts continued to shake.