Chapter 6 - Troubling Desires(2)
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What the f*ck does she mean by that? The type of woman that I like?
Well.. isn't it obvious?
I mean... I like women, y-yeah. Sooo.... what kind exactly?
Honestly speaking, to have a type to prefer, one would need to have some kind of data to judge those different types.
And I happen to be sorely lacking in that department.
Neither have I been troubled by any overly attached little sister, nor have I ever been healed by a kind older sister.
I certainly never had any childhood female friend waking me up in my bed, nor do I remember being protected by a tsundere gyaru.
My female teachers at the school never doted on me, and the infirmary nurse was an old hag, so no intimate moments there either.
Just what on earth would I base my favorite type on?!
Wait. Wait a second. From all the above fantasy characters.. one thing seems to be a common characteristic in all of them.
As the answer finally dawned on me, I replied to her absentmindedly,
"A gentle.. and loving woman, maybe."
"... I see."
I was still lost within my own delusions and hence failed to notice the maid's strange response.
Since my mind was racing wildly with my delusions, I ended up asking the maid a strange question.
"Then.. if I ask you, what kind of woman would be good for me?"
The maid didn't reply immediately, as her hands tying the buttons of my jacket, stopped in mid-air.
"If I have to say... then, the woman should not be a merchant, as she would look into opportunities to emotionally exploit you for her own profit. She must not be a nun either, as she would end up diverting you away from the proper path of procreation."
"She must not be another nobility, since casually interacting with the members of nobility invites trouble for the family. And.. the woman must not be a serf either, as she would end up being a useless burden on your conscience.
Woah, woah, woah! Slow down already, you Ice-lady!
Why are you suddenly talking so fast?! And.. what's up with those horrifyingly disturbing details?! Are you actually trying to scare me away from getting any woman at all?
I can't bang anyone belonging to the Nobility. I can't bang any girl belonging to any Merchant family. I can't bang anyone from the church. I can't bang any slaves.
Who is left then, huh?! Do you actually want to cock-block me forever?
Nonetheless.. she seems to have missed out on one particular group, though.
Prostitutes. Women who willingly accept other humans for the sake of supporting their own lifestyles.
There would be no problems from social rankings; they can't take any undue advantage of me, and there would be no problems with the church either.
Aren't they the best kind then?
It's decided! I will spend my first time with a prostitute!
Thankfully, the collected amount of allowances for this young lady has become a terrifyingly huge amount by now, so there won't be any money issues at all.
Though, just to be safe... I will choose the cleanest, safest, and most beautiful woman for my first time.
Just thinking about it is setting fire to my loins! Let's go! Let's go! LET'S GOOO!!
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Although it felt very wrong, in the end, though, I still decided to visit Mother.
Sarah didn't accompany me this time either. Maybe the maids are all forbidden from visiting Mother without receiving any summons.
My heart was beating strangely as if I really was going to be doing something bad. In reality, though, I was just here to consult Mother regarding the visit to the brothel today and the things that I should keep in mind while doing so.
Although I could have asked Sarah about the same thing... somehow, it felt like there was a problem between us suddenly.
Since the maid was kind of a quiet person, she didn't say anything particular that would make me think that way; however, since she was a person like that, from the changes in the way she behaved and from the subtle body language difference that I could infer, that she wasn't in a good mood.
I felt it was really strange since I don't remember doing anything that would upset her. And... being able to tell all of this without a proper word as evidence... kind of made me feel hypocritical and dick-headed, since I might really be assuming too much by myself while discriminating against her due to us being two different kinds of people.
As a result of all of that, even if Sarah looked to be preparing for our visit today, a nagging feeling inside me kept telling me to talk to her. Unfortunately, even if I wanted to do that, I just couldn't. I just didn't know what to say to her, so what would I even do if I actually did approach her somehow?
Anyways, pushing all that troubling matter to another corner of my mind, I decided to keep my full attention on the task at hand. I didn't want to screw up my first time, end of the story. That's why I was waiting in front of her personal Lab's door in the morning.
Knowing that I didn't have a lot of time to waste, I knocked on the door thrice and waited for Mother to answer.
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