When the Serial Killer Next Door Gained Harem System

The moment we stepped inside, the air changed, thicker, warmer, heavy with the scent of incense, perfume, and something sweeter, more carnal. Soft red and golden lantern light bathed the large main room. Rich velvet drapes hung from the walls, and plush couches and low tables were scattered throughout, occupied by patrons in various states of undress. Men and a few women lounged with drinks in hand, laughing, whispering, touching.

Every woman working here was dressed to entice. Some wore barely-there silk slips that clung to their curves, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Others had on even less; lacy corsets that pushed their breasts up invitingly, short skirts that barely covered their asses, or nothing but strategically placed jewelry and sheer veils. A few were half-nude, breasts fully exposed, moving confidently between patrons with sultry smiles and swaying hips.

To the right was a long, polished bar where drinks were served. A curvaceous bartender in a low-cut black corset leaned over the counter, laughing as she poured wine for a customer while another woman behind the bar kissed a patron’s neck.

Our escort led us toward a grand staircase at the back of the room. The stairs were wide, carpeted in deep red, with golden railings that gleamed under the lantern light. Soft moans and laughter drifted down from the upper floors.

She ascended the stairs with us, her hips swaying seductively with each step. When we reached the second floor, she stopped in front of a polished wooden door and knocked lightly.

A weak, breathy voice answered from inside. "Come in..."

The woman turned to me with a knowing smile. She stepped closer, deliberately brushing her full, soft breasts against my arm as she passed.

"Have fun," she purred, her voice low and teasing, before descending the stairs with the same hypnotic sway.

I stood there for a second, the crate of potions feeling heavier in my arms, my pulse quickening from that brief, intentional contact.

Ken took a step forward and stepped inside.

The room was luxurious in a decadent, almost sinful way. Heavy crimson drapes framed the windows, and the floor was covered in thick, dark rugs that muffled every footstep. In the center of the room stood a large, ornate wooden desk, and behind it was a massive, plush bed with silk sheets and multiple pillows. The air smelled of expensive perfume and incense.

Behind the desk sat a dark-skinned woman in her mid-thirties, stunning, confident, and clearly in charge. Her skin was a rich, deep brown that seemed to glow under the warm lantern light. She had full lips, high cheekbones, and sharp, seductive eyes lined with kohl. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder in loose waves. She wore a skimpy, sheer black outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination: a barely-there top that barely contained her full, heavy breasts, the dark nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, and a short, slit skirt that was hiked up high enough to reveal everything underneath. One of her long, smooth legs was propped up on the desk, her bare foot arched perfectly, toes painted a deep red.

A man stood behind her, massaging her shoulders with slow, practiced hands. The woman leaned her head back against the chair, eyes half-closed, clearly enjoying the attention.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "We’ve come to deliver the potions."

"Huuuuh?" she drawled lazily, still savoring the massage. "Yeah, yeah. Put it on the desk. Thank you."

"Hmm."

I walked forward and set the crate down on the desk. I couldn’t help but glance between her legs, her pussy was completely exposed, smooth and glistening slightly in the warm light.

"You may go now," she said, waving a hand. "The show is over."

"Hmm."

"You mumble a lot, boy," she smiled, letting out a soft moan as the man continued working her shoulders. "It’s bad manners."

"Showing your ladyhood isn’t bad manners?" I muttered under my breath.

"Aww. Too shy to say ’pussy’?" She chuckled, tilting her head to look at me with amusement. "You cute little boy."

I exhaled, shaking my head. "Sorry. Didn’t think you’d hear that."

"I hear eeeverything," she purred, eyes closing again in pleasure. "That’s my job."

The man massaging her suddenly froze. His eyes locked onto my fingerless glove, widening in fear. He opened his mouth to say something but no sound came out. Instead, he pointed a shaking finger at the glove.

I quickly put a finger to my lips, urging him to stay silent. He gulped and lowered his hand, still staring.

"Why did you stop, Aon?" the woman, Garmonna, muttered, opening one eye. "You... wait, what happened?"

"We should take our leave," I said quickly, bowing slightly. "Come on, Ken. We shouldn’t waste her time any longer."

Ken was practically frozen in place, eyes glued between Garmonna’s legs, drooling slightly. I grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. He cleared his throat, straightened up, and nodded. "Yes. We came here because of the quest."

"No, Ken. We are going," I said firmly. "Now."

"Oh... right." He cleared his throat again. "Um, thank you, Lady Garmonna. Have a fun evening."

She smiled at him lazily. "Mm. You too."

I met eyes with the man behind her one last time. He was terrified, but he managed to keep quiet for now. The less people knew I was blessed by Ambly, the better.

We left the room and Ken shut the door behind us.

"Wow!" he chirped, eyes still wide. "Garmonna is sooo beautiful, man!"

"She is," I said. "This whole brothel really belongs to her?"

"Yep." Ken nodded. "They say she used to work here under a different name... but no one could prove it."

We began walking toward the stairs. "Can’t imagine a woman like her working as an ’entertainment girl,’ to be fair."

Ken shrugged, then exhaled. "Alright. We should head back to the Guild now."

"Hmm." I nodded. "Hope that man with the cat is there."

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