[R18] King's Domination
Chapter 34: Turning the Gals of the Brothel into Obedient Pets

Chapter 34: Turning the Gals of the Brothel into Obedient Pets

"Phew."

I was sitting on a sofa on the first floor of the brothel, relaxing. Finishing good work always feels satisfying.

"Lord Seiou, I’ve brought you some tea," one of Laika’s followers said with a smile, offering me a cup.

"Have some snacks too," another chimed in.

As if a dam had burst, the women who had been watching from the corner of the room started speaking to me one after another.

"May I sit beside you, Lord Seiou?" one asked.

"Sure, go ahead," I replied.

"Hey, that’s not fair! Me too~♡" another exclaimed.

Two women sat on both sides of me, pressing their bodies close. The necklines of their loose dresses were deliberately pushed against me.

"I’ll massage your shoulders," one offered.

"I’ll help~!" another added.

More women moved behind me, rubbing my shoulders. Their full breasts pressed against my head and back, probably on purpose.

The women who couldn’t sit next to me settled on the nearby sofa, smiling gently. Their dresses were hiked up boldly, revealing plump thighs almost entirely. That, too, seemed intentional.

By subduing Laika, her followers had also accepted me as their new master. They were clearly desperate to please me, their new ruler.

Their attitudes had completely changed from before.

It was wonderful. This must be how men who splurge at hostess clubs or surround themselves with beautiful employees at IT companies feel all the time. (Not that I’d exactly know.)

Commanding so many women felt this good? If I’d known this in my old world, I might’ve splurged at a hostess club or started a company for no reason, just commanding everyone.

I deliberately crossed my legs widely, stretched my arms out, and acted arrogantly like a spoiled noble. The women carefully hugged my outstretched arms to their chests.

It felt pretty good. I felt like a yakuza boss or maybe like a king, well I’m a king in some ’particular’ perspective but that’s totally different from a normal king....

"Where’s Laika?" I asked.

"She’s changing. Please wait a little longer~" one answered.

Laika, who had collapsed from exhaustion, was apparently resting now. Even as the brothel’s top woman, she wasn’t that impressive. Reina, who was a virgin yet handled me all night long and yet, she was totally fine the next morning, she has far more potential.

"Lord Seiou, sorry to keep you waiting," Laika said as she arrived.

Her makeup was fixed again now, her outfit pristine, looking just like the top brothel gal she was before. But inside, she should be completely transformed.

I secretly checked Laika’s status with my kink scan.

[Laika: "The Obedient Pet Gal Brothel Worker"]

(Yes, a perfect title reflecting her inner self.)

My goal was successfully achieved. Perhaps because I poured so much magic into her, my kink scan ability had also improved. Now, an image of Laika appeared in my mind.

In the image, Laika knelt in a dress with a deep neckline, her skirt spread wide, her ass thrust back, and a yearning expression on her face.

It likely showed her submission and that her weakness was her ass.

Her stats had all increased. She’d also gained a new skill called "Soft Masochist (Beginner)." After all that intensity, only a beginner soft masochist? Damn, the world of S&M is deep.

Still, peeking at my woman’s status was fun. Seeing her training progress clearly motivated me. I’d heard in training-style adult games that character sprites are important, and I agreed. I wanted to train her more and see different images.

For some reason, her age was still blurred out. Why was that?

"Hey, Laika-chan, you did a good job!"

"Are you okay, Laika-chan?" her followers asked with concern.

But their attitudes were blatant. They used to call her "-san," but now it was "-chan." Laika had been dethroned as their leader, and I now ruled the group. Laika had been demoted from leader to one of my followers. The change in address symbolized that.

"Laika, sit here," I said, pointing to the floor at my feet.

Despite the carpet, it was a lower position than the sofa. The old Laika would’ve made her followers give up their seats to sit beside me.

"Yes♡," she replied obediently, sitting at my feet. She happily placed her hand on my thigh and leaned against my leg, like a female slave devoted to her master. It was a classic submissive gesture, but her face showed no humiliation, only a hint of joy. She’d chosen to abandon her role as a group leader to become my favored, obedient woman.

("Women prefer to be dominated by a strong man rather than served by a gentle one," someone once said. That might be true.)

I recalled a saying from my old world. I think it was Hitler, someone said it.... Eh, whatever.

"Lord Seiou, I’ve brought Lucia," one of Laika’s former followers announced.

I’d sent her to fetch Lucia from the bathhouse. I could’ve gone myself, but I wanted to show my authority.

"Oh..." Lucia said, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of me surrounded by Laika and her former followers. Then she smiled softly, seeming to understand I’d achieved my goal.

"Lucia, how’s the progress on the new brothel construction at the bathhouse?" I asked, deliberately sounding authoritative. I needed to show Laika and her former followers that I was above Lucia too.

"Yes, preparations are going smoothly, Lord Seiou. We’ll be ready to open by tomorrow evening," Lucia replied respectfully. She was a clever woman and understood my intent without being told.

I discreetly checked Lucia’s status.

Her title was "Veteran Brothel Worker (??)." Something had changed in her inner self, as the "(??)" had been added. Her image showed her in a white sleeveless dress.

Unlike Laika’s AV-style image, Lucia’s was more like a gravure idol’s. The pure outfit contrasted with her beautiful tits. Forced by circumstances and born with a body men desired, she worked in the brothel, but her true self was likely closer to the pure image.

(Seeing their images is definitely more interesting than just the plain text. I’ll check Reina’s later.)

"How’s the training for the foam wash going?" I asked.

"Everyone is practicing diligently," Lucia replied.

Right now, Lucia’s group of women was probably practicing foam washing together, covered in bubbles, naked. That was a pleasant scene to imagine.

"Good. It’s a service men will love. So make sure all of them are well-trained," I said, emphasizing "men will love" to imply "I will love" to Laika and the others.

"Tell them I’ll test a few of them unexpectedly tomorrow," I added.

"Understood," Lucia replied.

I looked forward to the shy women’s fresh attempts at foam washing. One of the perks of the job, I suppose.

Laika, who had been staring up at my face, noticed the slight smirk on my lips. Her eyes changed, as if she sensed something.

(Alright, this should work.)

"Laika, you and your group will also learn foam washing from Lucia," I ordered, gently stroking her twin-tailed hair.

"Yes, understood," she replied.

She’d resisted foam washing before but now agreed easily. This was what "domination" meant in the truest form.

"I’ll test you tomorrow to see how well you’ve done. If you do well, we’ll continue from today," I said.

"Really?" Laika’s eyes sparkled.

By singling her out for special treatment, I was rebuilding her status, not as the top gal, but as my favored one.

"Then I’ll work hard to learn so you can feel really good~♡," she said happily.

She was a cute, loyal woman to the man she recognized as superior. She’d happily perform any service for me. Instead of praising her, I stroked her hair and cheek. Her delighted expression was completely kitten-like.

"You others will also be tested randomly. If you do well, you’ll get a bonus. If you fail, you’re out. Keep that in mind," I told Laika’s former followers firmly, balancing reward with punishment.

"Yes, please guide us, Lucia-san," they said, bowing one after another.

Lucia blinked in surprise at their changed attitudes but smiled and said, "Understood."

Though they were from a rival group, Lucia was naturally caring. She wouldn’t dismiss Laika and the others who bowed to her.

"I’m heading to report to the princess. Lucia, Laika, you guys handle the rest," I said, deliberately naming them to clarify the hierarchy.

"Yes," Lucia replied.

"Understood," Laika said.

I’d established myself at the top, with Lucia next, then Laika, in the new brothel hierarchy.

"Hehe, how did you make Laika and her group so obedient? What kind of magic did you use?" Lucia whispered as I was about to leave.

"I just appealed to Laika’s instincts," I replied bluntly.

Lucia smiled slyly. "I could hear Laika’s voice all the way from the bathhouse," she whispered.

Hmph, a sharp woman. Lucia was indeed the right choice for the brothel’s top. My selection process was flawless, I thought again😌.

Laika, watching Lucia and me whispering, puffed out her cheeks, looking jealous of our closeness.

That was fine. Laika, who became the top gal at 18, was a capable woman too.

As long as she was in the palm of my hand, a little competition was more than welcome.

She’d surely prove useful to me someday.

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