[R18] King's Domination
Chapter 32: Taming the Arrogant Gal Laika into a Loyal Pet (Part 1)

Chapter 32: Taming the Arrogant Gal Laika into a Loyal Pet (Part 1)

When I returned to the brothel with Lucia, I told the women about how we would repair the bathhouse again and turn it into a new brothel.

Using the funds I gained from Morris, first I hired carpenters to fix the bathhouse. The walls would be made of glass created by sex magic, and the floor would be covered with bath tiles. The carpenters only needed to install a door, quite a simple task, so they said it would be easily done by tomorrow evening.

The carpenters were all foreign men living in this country. Heavy labor seemed to be their responsibility here.

Lucia went to a room with her group of girls to train them about how to perform the foam washing. She also said that they would clean the new brothel, after training.

She was after all a really reliable and mature woman.

The only ones left at the brothel with me were the number one prostitute Laika and her followers.

(She’s as I heard from Lucia, flashy but incredibly beautiful,) I thought, taking in Laika’s appearance again.

Her makeup highlighted her sharp and elegant features. Her dress was cut low, revealing most of her round tits, barely contained, most likely to lure in more customers for herself.

Her bright orange hair was styled in twin tails. A gal-like woman with such a cute hairstyle felt unusual, but maybe in this world, men preferred it more or it might just be her own preference.

She could also rival Reina in looks. But while Reina sparkled, Laika had a bold, dazzling vibe.

"Hey, Lord Seiou, do we have to do that foam washing thing too?" Laika asked right away.

"We’re fine as long as the customers are clean," one of her followers said.

"Water messes up my hair, so no way," another added.

"It’s too much work and time."

"Foam washing feels kind of gross."

"Normal brothels don’t do that, right?"

Her followers voiced their selfish complaints. As Lucia said, they would dislike the effort of foam washing.

"And that underwear they’re making in the workshop sounds like a hassle too," one said.

"Yeah, clothes that are just to take off anyways? That’s really pointless," another agreed.

They even complained about the underwear, which they must have heard about through the wide-spreading rumors.

Surprisingly, they all spoke to me, a person from a different world, a noble and their superior, so casually.

"Also, is Lucia really the right choice for a leader? Why not me?" Laika said, sounding dissatisfied. She clearly thought she, the number one, should be in charge.

(This won’t work with normal methods,) I thought.

Polite persuasion would be useless. Begging would only make their behaviour worse. And being too harsh might drive them to another country’s brothel.

As Lucia said, they lacked patriotism or loyalty to their motherland. Despite looking similar to Reina with their flashy style, their personalities were totally opposites. Reina had strong patriotism and cared deeply for her friends and her own people, even going down to crying for them.

(Reina, who fought so hard for everyone, is truly an amazing figure) I thought, strengthening my resolve and admiring my decision.

This was my first time dealing with this kind of situation, and to be honest, I wasn’t really good at it. But I had to act fast.

"Laika, I want to give you a special training just like with Lucia. For that, we need to borrow one of the brothel rooms."

"Special training? With me? Fine, I’m okay with it, but calling it training just means you want sex for free, right? Just so you know, even if I were married, I’d only do it if my husband paid me," she replied arrogantly.

She and her group believed their beauty was supreme, that women should always dominate men. They were like my sisters, typical toxic feminist mindset.

They thought women were the most valuable, with the power to decide the world’s values. They dismissed inconvenient ideas as "gross" and justified their own as "normal and authentic." They might one day realize it’s all just an illusion, but by then, it would be too late.

(Sigh, when young women learn easy ways to make money, does every world produce women like this?) I wondered.

For the future of this country, it was best to crush this mindset early but silently.

"Don’t worry, I’ll pay you. I want to see the skills of the brothel’s number one," I said in indifferent tone.

"Fine. Also, we’re running the brothel as usual tonight, right?"

"Yes, we’ll move to the new brothel tomorrow."

"Then, girls, prepare this place fast. Since Lucia’s group isn’t here, we’ll handle it today all by ourselves."

"Okay!"

"Got it, Laika-san."

Her followers obeyed her instantly, eager to keep earning and not miss a day. They followed their leader, Laika, closely. Controlling her was likely the only way.

"Let’s go upstairs, mister customer," Laika said, wrapping her arm around mine like a typical brothel prostitute would do to intimidate her customer.

Her beautiful face came close, her soft tits pressing against me. Her twin tails looked cute up close, her glossy hair clearly well-maintained.

Her dazzling presence was fitting for a top prostitute. Most men would be overwhelmed by this alone, but it’s not like that today.

"Okay, let’s go," I said.

I would use all of Sex King’s powers to conquer this arrogant girl today.

This was a battle. So, with the resolve of a fearless warrior heading to war, I steeled myself up.

As soon as we entered a private room on the brothel’s second floor, Laika began undressing me with seductive movements. I didn’t hold back, untying her ribbon and peeling off her dress aswell.

I was surprised by her underwear. It was a standard white dress-like undergarment in this world, but the chest was completely exposed, her soft breasts facing me. She was practically topless.

"Unique underwear," I said.

"My dress shows my chest, so this is the only option," she replied.

In a world without bras, this made sense for a low-cut dress. She had thought it through.

I infused magic into my eyes, using "Expert’s Eye" to assess Laika’s morale.

[Expert’s Eye]

[Laika: Normal morale, business minded, evaluating Seiou.]

(She’s sizing me up,) I thought.

Next, I used "Kink Scan" to check her status.

[Kink Scan]

[Laika: Top Gal Prostitute]

[Stamina: 88. Confident in endurance, but very weak in the morning.]

[Sensitivity: 124. Highly sensitive, prefers internal stimulation.]

[Service Skill: 22. Dislikes effort-heavy play.]

Her stats appeared, but I needed more information, this much is not enough to know her thoroughly. I poured more magic into my eyes to dig deeper into her existence.

[Skill - Endurance Battle: Reduces stamina loss during sex by 30%. Recovers 2 stamina per minute during play.]

Another RPG-like skill with a battle-themed name, trying to make it look like a normal skill....

(This time, I’ll examine every detail of her body,) I thought.

I invested a large amount of magic to enhance the Kink Scan, revealing her secret fetishes and hidden sensitive spots. I memorized every one of the details.

"Lord Seiou, you’ve got a surprisingly nice body," Laika said, unaware of my intentions as she undressed me.

Maybe due to Seiou’s skills, my body felt more muscular since coming to this world.

"How old are you, Lord Seiou?" she asked.

"Hmm... I forgot," I said.

My age was often hard to guess, and that seemed even truer here. My lower body felt stronger than when I was a teenager.

"Your hair is nice," I said, reaching for her twin tails.

"Don’t touch my hair. It’s a pain to maintain," she said, coldly brushing my hand away.

I felt a spark of irritation.

(Oh, right, I have something called "Psychopath" skill,) I thought, activating the skill to dull my empathy towards her.

It was a skill I hesitated to use back then, but for now, after seeing what was coming, it felt necessary. I didn’t notice much change yet.

Laika slipped off her dress-like underwear and lay on the bed, striking a seductive defenseless pose. Her naked boobs and long legs were on display, with a glimpse of orange pubic hair matching her head. Her glossy body was stunning, and the childish twin tails contrasted with her sensual figure, stirring desire. In a way, I was already caught in her trap.

"What’s wrong? You are not coming?" she teased.

"Go all out," I said.

"Ugh," she groaned, spreading her legs with a mischievous smile.

It was the confident grin of a top prostitute, certain of her skills in bed with her target.

"I don’t know how old you are, Lord Seiou, but I’m young and the number one here, so don’t blame me if you can’t handle me in bed," she said with a wink.

Hiding my determination, I moved between her legs.