It was afternoon.
My body felt revitalized—like I'd just come back from a spa. I mean, I did took a nap after breakfast, after releasing a few litre of love juice inside Lisette's womb. Lovely girl she is. Now, Verona, one of my ever-dedicated maids, served me lunch. Just the food,—not her body.
I ate alone. Chewing alone. Drinking alone. The loneliest lunchtime of all. Verona moved around tidying things up, and as fate would have it, she bent forward to pick something up. And there it was again—the full view of her "sacred part," on display like it was a painting in an erotic museum. No underwear. Super short skirt. Standard maid uniform in this ridiculous world.
"Cute," I thought to myself. Verona herself was cute too—bright eyes, soft smile, the whole innocent-but-not package.
"Hey, Verona," I asked, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of roast meat, "can nobles just... have sex with their maids? Anywhere, anytime?"
"Yes, my lord," Verona said with a smile. "Why? Do you not remember that, my lord?"
"I uh... sort of lost a few memories. Hit my head two days ago," I replied, poking my temple.
"Oh! Poor thing! Are you alright, my lord?" she asked, her voice full of that over-the-top concern.
"I'm fine, just need a bit of explanation from time to time."
Lunch ended, and with it, so did my ability to sit still.
"Verona, let's go to town," I declared, as if I had a noble mission. "I need to freshen up my perspective."
"Okay, my lord!" she replied cheerfully, like I'd just invited her on a magical picnic.
I don't know why all maids in my estate sounds cheerful. Did they receive some sort of training? I wonder.
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Our carriage rolled toward town, and Verona sat beside me like a proper anime girlfriend—holding my arm, leaning close, looking up at me with sparkles in her eyes. Her skirt, as usual, had no shame. I tried not to look at the sacred view between her legs... I failed. A lot.
My boner, like a loyal dog, stood at full attention. My pants took the shape of a small mountain range.
"Do you need relief, my lord?" Verona asked sweetly, staring directly at Mount Crotchmore.
"No need. I've already been... relieved a few times," I said stoically, staring into the middle distance like a hero burdened by greatness. "Let the boner be."
"As you wish, my lord," she giggled.
We arrived in town. I un-boarded the carriage with the grace of a man whose pants were failing to contain the embodiment of lust. People noticed. People didn't care. Apparently, public erections are just another Tuesday here.
Verona clung to my arm, smiling like she was in a romance novel. I did my best to act normal, which was hard because, well... it was hard. In my pants.
The town was architecturally beautiful—elegant buildings, cobbled streets, scenic plazas. Also statues of naked women in erotic poses were everywhere.
"Those are the statues of Velmaria, Goddess of Love and Fertility," Verona explained proudly.
The Sex Goddess. That explains a lot.
I kept walking, eyes wide open. Merchants sold their goods. Kids ran around playing. Normal stuff.
Then I noticed the fashion.
Men wore either full outfits, casual tunics, or clothes like mine—pants and an upper garment that exposed chest and abs. Mildly sexy.
The women,
All woman wears extremely short skirt almost exposing their sacred part. If they sit or bend, it will expose it. Some wears the more extreme version, with double side slit high to the hip. A lot wearing upper garment that expose ¾ of their breasts. Most importantly, all of them didn't wear any under panties and bras.
If their sacred part is accidently exposed, they did no effort to cover it, and just let everyone see it. Like it was a normal thing.
And strangely, the woman were all beautiful. Beautiful face. Nice lustrous hair. Fair and smooth skin, long legs, big bouncy boobs, sparkling eyes, nice posture and allure, gorgeous body figure.
Verona looked down at my now enhanced boner and giggled again.
"My lord, if you fancy one of the girls, you may ask any of them for sex. They would gladly receive your love juice," she said matter-of-factly, like she was offering me a complimentary mint.
"Wait, really? I can just... pick one and have sex with her?"
"Yes! For a woman, receiving a man's seed—especially from someone of your noble status—is a blessing from the Goddess herself."
"What if she gets pregnant?"
"Then it means the Goddess has smiled upon her! She will proudly bear your child."
Ah... So that's the culture. No wonder everyone's so eager to have sex. It's basically a holy ritual. The teaching of the Goddess, Velmaria.
I looked around at all the exposed skin and divine thigh gaps.
"...Let's just go home for now," I said, before I indulge myself in spreading my seeds all over the continent, fathering a small kingdom.
Verona and I re-boarded the carriage. And we return to my estate.