026#
Andy returned to his own cell after the conversation with Kevin, the door clanging shut behind him as he sat heavily on the thin straw mattress, lost in thought.
The idea of starting a fight to get thrown into the isolation zone still gnawed at him—risky, but their only shot.
His gaze drifted across the open central void of the second level—a wide, empty drop flanked by two staircases leading down to the first floor. The slave cells and narrow walkways ringed this perimeter gallery like a grim balcony, bars facing inward toward the emptiness.
Directly opposite his cell, several yards away across that gap, sat the giant man—Tina's younger brother. Andy didn't know his name, but the memory of their fight a few days ago was still raw.
But Andy knew: if anyone could ignite the kind of brawl that would land one of them in the isolation zone, it was him.
The dining hall was the perfect stage—crowded, noisy, full of tense prisoners and distracted guards. One wrong word, one shove during mealtime, and the whole place would erupt. Guards would swarm, and whoever started it (or looked guilty enough) would be dragged straight down to the isolation zone.
Perfect.
After a while, Andy slipped on his worn shoes and left his cell just as the lockdown hour approached. He hurried down the narrow stairs from the slave level, the stone steps cold under his feet, and made his way to the dining room below.
The place was almost empty, only a few lingering prisoners finishing their meals. Tina sat alone at a corner table, blonde hair catching the torchlight as she wiped her mouth after the last bite.
Andy approached without hesitation, forcing a calm expression despite the knot in his stomach.
"I need to talk to you," he said quietly. "Got a moment?"
Tina looked up, brown eyes narrowing in surprise before a slow, sly smile curved her lips. She gestured to the bench opposite her.
"Sit," she said. "Let's hear it."
Andy dropped onto the bench, leaning in so his voice wouldn't carry.
"I'm getting out of this brothel," he said bluntly. "And I need your help."
Tina's smile widened, amused rather than shocked. "You know I could turn you in right now. I'm a guard here—remember?"
Andy met her gaze, his own smile sharp. "And you know I could do the same. One word from me and Roxanne hears how you've been milking my cum on the side and selling it behind her back."
The air between them crackled with tension, two predators sizing each other up in the dim, emptying dining room. Neither blinked. Neither backed down.
Thump!
Tina slammed her palm down on the table, her brown eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare.
"What if I just kill you right here before you open your mouth again?" she hissed, voice low and laced with real threat.
Andy felt the chill of danger crawl up his spine, but he swallowed it down and met her stare without flinching.
"I'm ranked number one in the brothel's popularity rankings right now," he said calmly, his voice steady. "If I turn up dead, Roxanne will tear this place apart looking for answers. It won't take her long to figure out it was you."
A beat of heavy silence hung between them.
Then Tina threw her head back and let out a sharp, genuine laugh. "Hahahaha… you've got balls, alien. I pegged you for an easy mark—some dumb fool I could twist around my finger. But you've got spine. Alright… what's the plan?"
Andy leaned in slightly, holding her gaze. "I'm getting myself sent to the isolation zone—the bottom level where they lock up the real troublemakers. From there, I tunnel out."
Tina arched a brow, intrigued but skeptical. "Risky as hell. Most of this brothel is built with that unbreakable anti-magic stone."
Andy's lips curved into a sly grin. "I managed to get my hands on the old architectural plans. Turns out the isolation zone doesn't have those walls. It's just packed earth held up by marble pillars—soundproofed, but plain dirt."
Tina's eyes lit with recognition. "Oh yeah… that's right. Dirt and pillars." She leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And just how do you plan to dig through all that without getting caught?
Andy leaned in closer, voice low and steady.
"I'll get myself sent to the isolation zone first—so I can scout the place, pick the perfect spot to start the tunnel without raising any flags. I did my homework on you. You're an Earth Elemental Mage."
Tina's brown eyes glinted with understanding; she was already one step ahead.
"And you want me to carve that tunnel with my magic," she finished for him, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
Andy nodded. "Exactly. But we're not rushing it. I'm thinking a month—slow, quiet, no mistakes. Don't forget that part."
He paused, then added, "Tomorrow in the dining room, I'm going to pick a fight with your little brother. It'll cause enough chaos to get me thrown straight down to the isolation zone."
Tina's smirk vanished, her expression hardening.
"I don't like Francis getting dragged into trouble," she said sharply.
Andy raised a brow, genuinely curious. "Then why is he here in the first place?"
Tina gave him a look that said the answer should be obvious. "He's a defective, same as you. Here to be used."
Andy rephrased, leaning forward. "That's not what I meant. Why is he defective and you're not? You're siblings."
Tina exhaled slowly, as if explaining the basics to a child.
"You still don't get how this place works. Being defective is hereditary. If both parents are talented, the kid almost always is too. But if one parent is defective, the odds flip hard.
"Defective with defective? Kids are defective, guaranteed.
"Defective with talented—like our parents—there's only a ten percent chance the child comes out talented… and ninety percent they're defective, just like Francis."
She shrugged, the movement making her blonde hair shift over her shoulders.
"That's why I'm the mage… and he's down here getting used like the rest of you."
Tina continued speaking in a calm voice:
"I grew up in an ordinary family in the Western Zone of the kingdom. My father was talented—he had magical powers—while my mother was defective, but she gave us unconditional love and support. I inherited my father's elemental magic, but my younger brother, Francis, came out defective like Mom. Despite that, we lived happily at home… until an incident changed everything."
She paused only briefly, then went on, her voice steady and low.
"The tranquility of our lives was shattered 23 years ago. I was 8, and Francis was 3. A rebel named Jin suddenly invaded the Western Zone, launching a brutal siege to seize power over the kingdom. But the young Prince Alvin—he was only twenty-three back then—led the defense himself. He fought bravely, struck Jin down, and saved us all. Years later, that same Prince Alvin became King Alvin, the one who still rules today."
Tina's expression hardened, but her voice did not waver.
"Unfortunately, during the chaotic mana attacks from both sides, my parents were trapped in the crossfire and killed. Suddenly orphaned, Francis and I were left with nothing—until Madam Roxanne found us wandering the ruins. She took us in, gave us 'shelter' here in the Brothel of Lust."
She drew a slow breath before continuing.
"I showed early talent with earth magic, so when I turned fifteen she trained me and made me a guard. Francis, defective and powerless, was forced into the sex slave role the moment he hit twenty—his body sold night after night to paying women."
Her hands clenched slightly as she finished.
"Every coin I earn, every shift I work… it's all for him. My only goal is to save enough money so that one day Francis and I can buy our freedom and finally have the peaceful life—the childhood—we both deserved, the one that was stolen from us all those years ago."
"I'll only throw one punch," Andy said quietly, uncomfortable but sincere. "Just enough to cause a scene and get myself sent downstairs."
"You think a few punches will land you in the isolation zone?" Tina asked, arching a brow with a skeptical smirk. "To get thrown down there, you need something serious—like a murder… or at least leaving someone almost dead."
Andy rubbed his jaw, muttering, "Almost dead, then."
Tina nodded and continued, voice dropping lower.
"For example, Ilugin and Luxter—those two animals fighting for the top spot in the ranking—went at it months ago. Their brawl turned into a bloodbath: multiple killings, factions ripping each other apart. That's the kind of chaos it takes to earn a ticket to the isolation zone. Guards don't send you down for a simple scuffle anymore."
"So, can you help me provoke a fight between the prisoners—start a big enough brawl to get me sent to the isolation zone?" Andy asked, voice low but steady.
Tina's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.
"I'll let you… in exchange for something," she purred, reaching into her pocket and pulling out two small empty glass vials. She slid them across the table toward him.
By now the last lingering prisoners had cleared out of the dining room, leaving Andy and Tina completely alone in the dimly lit space.
Andy knew exactly what she wanted. Without a word, he pushed back his chair and stood, unfastening his pants right there in the open hall. His thick cock sprang free, already half-hard from the tension, veins pulsing as he wrapped his hand around it.
¡Fwap! ¡Fwap! ¡Fwap!
He began stroking fast and rough, eyes locked on Tina as she rose slowly from her seat. With deliberate teasing, she gripped the hem of her guard skirt and lifted it high, revealing her smooth, shaven pussy—no panties underneath. The plump outer lips parted slightly as she spread her stance, glistening folds on full display like a tight, pink coin purse begging to be opened, a faint sheen of arousal already coating the entrance.
"See this, alien?" Tina murmured, spreading her legs a little wider so Andy could get a better look at the pink hole contracting slightly. "This pussy is what milks you every time I pay you. Now get that cock going and fill my vials... or I swear I'll fist you myself."
¡Fwap! ¡Fwap! ¡Fwap! ¡Fwap!
Andy's breathing grew ragged, cock throbbing harder in his fist as he stared at her exposed slit. Tina's brown eyes sparkled with amusement and heat, one hand idly tracing a finger along her slick seam while she watched him pump.
Tina licked her lips, slipping a finger inside her entrance to open herself up more and show him her pink, dripping interior.
"Come on, spill that fat milk… I want to watch you cum thinking about this pussy that drives you crazy."
Fwap! Fwap! Fwap! Fwap!
Andy groaned low, balls tightening, and aimed at the vials.
¡Spurt! ¡Spurt! ¡Spurt! ¡Spurt!
Thick ropes of hot cum shot out, filling first one vial, then the second, until both were brimming with his creamy load.
¡Drip! ¡Drip!
Tina capped them carefully, licking a stray drop from her finger with a satisfied hum.
"Tomorrow I'll be in the dining room," she said, tucking the vials away. "I'll be the one to escort you down."
"Fine," Andy muttered, pulling up his pants.
Andy stayed standing, hands braced on the table as he stared at Tina, a wave of surprise hitting him hard.
Without a word, he turned and walked out of the dining room, leaving Tina alone at the table. He climbed the narrow stairs back up to the second level, the stone steps cold under his feet, until he reached his cell. The door clanged shut behind him as he collapsed onto the thin mattress, exhaustion dragging him into uneasy sleep.