I Own a Brothel in Another World

Chapter 252 – At the Cusp of War

Chapter 252 – At the Cusp of War

After we wrap up our fun and clean up, my bindings retreat from Sirgia’s lithe frame and I pull us under the sheets. She snuggles into me lovingly, pressing her back against my chest and putting herself into a little spoon, bringing my arms around her. Niel joins us, dressing down to her underwear, her face a tad flushed despite everything she’s witnessed.

And witness she did.

I have no doubt the purple-haired Dwarf cutie memorized every single second of the punishing ass-pounding her best friend received. And unfortunately or fortunately, it might have opened something new for her, not just Sirgia’s tight ass. Judging by how she continues to gaze upon my lover’s blissfully relaxed expression, she truly enjoys observing her. Perhaps it’s something that started much earlier even, when the two were working together before their separation.

We lie down in silence for a while, until Niel’s golden eyes flicker upwards to meet mine. Her cheeks colour a bit more at the memory of what I’ve dragged her into, but the tiniest curl present at the edge of her pouty lips assures me she isn’t dissatisfied. I get the feeling that she’s a tougher case of Sirgia, where you need to put quite some effort into breaking her out of her antisocial shell.

And sometimes a good fuck is the best solution.

“What are we going to do now?” she asks delicately, still boring into my eyes with a hint of deference.

I note that she says we instead of you. We haven’t been around each other for long but she already considers us a team. If not family.

Sirgia rouses from her daydreaming, kissing my forearm, which she keeps nuzzling her face into. “We still need to speak to the Patriarch. He should be done soon. But, it’s good to wait a moment or two more to let things calm down inside the clan. It was a smart move for him to bring us here to spend time together.”

Smirking, I give her sharp ear a gentle peck. “You think he planned this?”

She squirms in my embrace with a lovely sigh. “I think he saw how I was looking at you after the duel. He might have only one eye, but the Patriarch is very attentive. Some say he is actually blind in his visible eye and uses some magically crafted vision artefact hidden beneath that eyepatch.”

Niel lets out a muffled giggle. “The maids keep gossiping that it can see through clothes whenever they catch him ogling them.”

“That would be something.” My lover snorts cutely.

“I mean, it’s not entirely impossible.” I hum thoughtfully. “Can’t exclude the chance that some kind of magical x-ray exists. Besides it being an ancient spell or ability or something.”

“X-ray?” Sirgia tilts her head back to glance at me with that inventive and inquisitive spark.

I explain whatever I remember about the principle to the two curious ladies, enjoying their attention. Just one artificing nerd was enough for me but now I have two gorgeous geniuses hanging on every word I spill. And perhaps not just word.

“That could do…” My mate rubs her chin, her gaze getting distant.

Chuckling, I scratch her head softly. “Yeah? And what would you need it for, huh?”

She reddens a little bit, evoking a tiny grin from her sworn sister. “Ummm… Checking for hidden weapons?”

“Uh-huh. Especially those hidden behind underwear, hm?” I pull her plump rump into me more, causing her to inhale softly and rub it up and down my crotch.

Thankfully, before my teasing turns into something more serious as both ladies seem to still be eager to jump into our recent activities once more, a knock resounds through the chamber. We freeze and turn our gazes towards the entrance. Grabbing the edge of the bedding, I cover my companions more to protect her dignity. Niel graces me with an appreciative smile, ducking her shoulders underneath the sheets.

“Enter,” I call towards the door.

A female servant enters and bows. When she looks up, her eyes widen briefly, her face turning rosier. Recomposing herself right away, she drops her attention to the floor.

“The Patriarch would love a word with you, Lady Counselor.” The woman sneaks a peek at us, mostly me since my body pokes out the most.

“Thank you. We’ll be there shortly,” my genius wife replies. “You are dismissed.”

The servant lingers for a few seconds more and quickly retreats into the corridor.

“This is a good thing.” Sirgia snickers amusedly. “He really thought out everything.”

“Why?” I inquire.

“She will tell everyone what she saw,” Niel takes over. “Most females won’t bother you now that the Counselor has been marked as your intimate companion. No one will want to offend a person of such high standing. You might have stated before that you two are together, but there’s irrefutable proof now. It elevated your position too.”

I shake my head. “Politics. Can’t even have sex with my enchanting mate without being roped into them.”

Sirgia’s face flushes visibly but a happy smile paints her lips. “I thought it was punishment…”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I ain’t finished with your naughty butt.” I bump into her with enough force to turn it into a light smack. “And I bet your friend isn’t either, am I right?”

Niel’s expression hardens a little and she nods. “I… I did enjoy watching you… But I’m still angry… Why did you do it?”

My partner escapes her gaze. “Sorry… I was certain nothing bad would happen…”

“You always were. Back then too.” The other Dwarf sighs slowly. “I know your confidence. But, when you use such a powerful weapon that you just showcased against yourself, is it really surprising that I would be… scared?”

The pair peers into each other’s eyes as Niel shuffles closer and I let their hands join.

“No. I’m really sorry for scaring you, Niel.” Sirgia plants a guilty peck on her old colleague’s forehead. “I’ll try my best not to do it in the future.”

A quiet snort escapes the other girl. “At least you have grown more honest now. In the past, you would have promised you wouldn’t do it. The outside world really changed you.”

There’s a glint of mischief in my lover’s expression as Niel’s attention flickers to Sirgia’s lips for just a fraction of a second. But, being my first or second wife depending on who you ask, she’s extremely sensitive to signs like these. It comes with experience and lots of involuntary training.

Still grinning, my mate leans forward and joins their small mouths together in the most delicate brush. The purple-haired beauty looks stunned for a moment before blushing furiously and letting her best friend continue. They kiss for a while, the care they hold for each other showing through the appreciative gesture. I don’t think this is exactly a Shino-Natalie situation, but I bet Dwarves from this world are just simply more open to affection of all kinds.

Plus, I might have corrupted them both to some extent.

As the kiss grows more heated and fierce, both of the lovely girls releasing faint moans, I chuckle and finally rise. “Come on. We are expected. As much as I would like to let you two drown yourselves in your sisterly bond.”

They both flush and Sirgia sits up too, letting her modest chest be in plain sight. She throws her arms over my shoulders and pulls herself up, those perky breasts of hers smushing against my chest as she offers me a few dangling kisses.

“I apologise for neglecting you, Master.” She nibbles on her bottom lip as she lets go, looking as adorable as ever while I look at her from above.

To my surprise, Niel shuffles closer, watching me attentively. She too leans up as much as she can and offers my cheek a delicate peck, which widens Sirgia’s smile. I nod at her kindly and help them both get off the bed. We dress up in a blink, moving out to join the Patriarch. The ladies hold hands and swing them happily as they walk. Reuniting old friends is the best.

We reach an ornate door with a maid standing at attention outside and guess that’s it. She curtsies at our sight and opens the path for us without even knocking. The Patriarch must have instructed her on what to do for special guests. And the man of the hour is sitting behind a thick desk inside a small office full of shelves and cabinets.

“Good, you are here.” He grumbles to himself, shoving a stack of documents aside. “Most things are taken care of. It might take a moment for everyone to accept them but even those who weren’t present at the event should be convinced soon enough.”

“Thank you, Patriarch.” Sirgia respectfully inclines her head.

“No, thank you.” The man mirrors the motion. “Have you rested well?”

“Yes. We appreciate the moment of respite to… unwind after the competition,” she replies.

A small smirk sneaks onto his lips. “Glad to hear that. Now, I’m itching to lure you into the Golem project right away, but I’m aware that it would be hasty and possibly disrespectful. So, instead, would you mind if I asked you more about the… Extinction Ball?”

That’s what they are calling it? Good gods.

“Yes,” Sirgia responds, surprising everyone a tad. “It’s way too early. I don’t trust you yet. You will have my aid and guidance, but I will decide the topics and fields. We shouldn’t rush too fast either or we’ll garner unnecessary attention.”

The Patriarch taps his finger on the desk. “Our researchers are already working on your theory…”

“Then stop them,” she says firmly. “Splitting a mana particle is no trivial matter. It requires knowledge, experience, precision, and adequate tools. Unless you want to reduce the family’s staff to half faster than you can blink, you will cease all processes related to that technique.”

He pales greatly. “Fine… What about the spyglass?”

My lover nods cordially. “I’ll draft the schematics whenever we have a free moment. We’ll call it a Farscope. Our artificers and artisans should have no problems with its production. Some of it is precise glass work though.”

“Great.” The Clan Head rubs his hand and fixes his posture in his chair. “Now that you are almost at the top of the family, what are you going to do with all that power and influence?”

The man gives me an uncertain glance as if still wondering if this isn’t a mistake that might ruin their entire lineage, but I remain calm on the sidelines. Sirgia can handle the clan matters. Unless she asks for some assistance, I can fully trust her to see through the shitstorm we have just caused.

“My first action will be part of the reason why I needed to gain that influence,” she answers, furrowing her brows at the very thought. “I aim to retrieve what was stolen from me and drive the bastards infringing on my and Master’s name to the ground.”

Even the Patriarch flinches under her fierce glare.

“Stockhawkers…” Niel whispers with a surprising amount of venom in her tone.

There’s no doubt she’s fully on this ride with us.

“Tell me, Patriarch. Are you familiar with this thing?” Sirgia pulls out the ceramic fake cock.

Its appearance causes a raise of his brows before he clears his throat. “Yes…”

My lover nods to herself. “Though so. First, I would advise you to advise your mate to get rid of them all. This cheap replica is dangerous.”

To illustrate her words, she squeezes the phallus, which shatters into sharp pieces that tinkle against the floor. No shock, the man shudders in horror.

“Martha!” the Patriarch all but screams at the top of his lungs and the maid we’ve seen barges into the office. “Immediately confiscate all the toys for women’s pleasure, starting with my wife! On my word!”

Not a peep of questioning, the servant sprints away. He slumps in his chair, focusing on my mate.

“Did you see anyone…?” he wonders out loud.

“No.” She shakes her head. “But females of higher Tier can easily crush these with their vaginal contractions achieved through an orgasm. You can imagine the damage. And pain. Patriarch.”

The man shivers again. “Thank you…”

“Since I understand the dissatisfaction and complications your abrupt decision may invoke, I can reassure you, Patriarch, that we won’t leave you helpless,” Sirgia adds, coming up to the desk. “This will be the replacement we shall provide.”

Flicking her wrist, she summons the fake and the new wooden model which looks almost identical in terms of shape. The man hesitates a little, clearly being awkward about touching such obscene tools in front of his guests, but ultimately takes each in hand and compares them.

“Such fine craftsmanship… I’m no female but I can already tell the sensation has to be unimaginably different…” the Clan Head murmurs to himself. “But… They bear the same crest?”

“Yes. My crest.” My mate scrunches her face. “This one is a foolish forgery. This one is a fruit of delicate labour.”

“How? Your companion said Stockhawkers, but…” The man looks between us.

I decide to join in. “We don’t know exactly how, but I’m aware that rented or marked for utilisation products sometimes go missing from our stock. It seems that someone stole it in the Human capital and brought it here to make a quick coin in an untapped market.”

“And it stays untapped because they bully anyone else out of this new trade, going as far as to even hire assassins to get rid of talented competitors,” Niel chimes in too, recounting the story she heard from Mevana.

An expression of pure rage takes over the Patriarch’s face as he squeezes the second copy into the dust too. “They dare not just steal from my people but even sell them their own creations that put the health of women at so much risk it could end entire lineages?! THIS WILL NOT STAND!”

I haven’t thought about that. There technically are many healing spells and techniques, but there’s always a chance they might not be able to fully recover the damage done by those shattered fragments. And there’s always the aspect of the psyche. Miscarriages due to trauma or general state of mind were a thing back on Earth. This is more serious than I thought and one glance at my friends proves that they are already aware.

“You are right, Patriarch. It won’t.” Sirgia recaptures his attention. “We have already begun our preparations. I’m going to reveal myself as the true designer of these models and sell original products to erase the pretenders from the market forever. But, to compete with a clan, I require the support of one.”

“I see.” He understands all her previous actions in a flash. “Yet it won’t be easy to prove your claim. Things might get very complicated if they decide to involve the crown in the dispute. I doubt even our ruler’s harem has remained uninformed about the… wonders of these tools.”

Niel realises it too and takes an anxious peek at her best friend. Smirking, Sirgia emanates pure confidence.

“Do you perhaps still have that dagger sent through the emergency channel, Patriarch?” she asks casually.

The man frowns deeply, then his brows shoot to his hairline. He all but lunges towards one of the cabinets and empties it onto the floor, numerous artefacts scattering over the polished rock. Bringing with him a serpentine dagger with a purplish blade and pink hilt that ends up in a heart-shaped gem, he stabs it into his desk. The weapon easily sinks halfway into the wood.

“It was you?” He looks at her in disbelief. “Our enchanters and artificers didn’t manage to deduce half of its features.”

She drags her slender finger over the crystal and a mark lights up on the thin metal, quickly showing us the familiar crest associated with our brand.

The Clan Head laughs out loud and falls into his chair, covering his eyes while Sirgia snickers to herself. I lean over to Niel, ignoring the tiny blush she sports as our cheeks move closer.

“What am I missing?” I ask quietly.

“We are taught to secure the ownership of our products or brands as soon as possible. The clan has a special delivery channel for its members spread out around the world to send their marked creations here so it leaves a paper trail and can later be used as evidence in disputes if someone comes up with the exact same thing or… steals it,” my new ally explains kindly.

Damn. She’s basically done the whole mail the written book to yourself to secure copyright shtick but with a dagger. I guess she must have taken care of it fairly early in our journey together, shortly after establishing her forge and mark.

I’m so proud of my little genius.

“This will be helpful,” Sirgia interrupts the joyful moment. “But I think we all agree that Stockhawkers will definitely retaliate if they start losing ground.”

“That is why you needed the backing of the family.” The Patriarch grins at his descendant. “And you shall have all of it. It won’t take long to convince the females of your greatness if you share your gifts with them.”

He misses it, but I spot the hint of relief in my dear mate’s posture, her shoulders relaxing a tad. She’s still been worried the clan would shun her for focusing on perverted products instead of glorious inventions. I’m happy this burden is finally off her mind.

“Yes. But it won’t be enough.” She assumes a more serious face. “I’m afraid we might need to involve the main branch this time.”

The man ceases his amusement too, growing severe. “That won’t be as simple. It honestly never is a good idea to give the higher-ups any reason to look upon us down here. At the same time, there are barely any cases that would pique their interest enough. They already don’t like us. A small squabble of the external branch is something they might even ignore to undermine our value even more.”

More clan politics.

“Master can be very convincing.” Sirgia glances at me over the shoulders with a faint grin. “We came here through the Stone Road.”

The Patriarch freezes. “What?”

“We opened the ancient passages through the mountains,” she elaborates. “And found these.”

She brings out the diary and the box with the badge. He gasps at the medal, definitely recognising some of its meaning. Hesitant to pry his gaze off it, he flips a few pages, growing paler with each one, until he stops at a certain one, turning red with fury once again.

“Bastards!” the man curses. “The overseer was one of the first ancestors of the outer branch! It was near that period when our side lost a lot of respect due to his defection from duty ruled out by the Main Clan Head. They used us as a scapegoat for their shameful withdrawal!”

He figures it out faster than I did inside the overseer’s office. But he does have access to much more family history than we had.

“This could ruin the main branch.” He peers into Sirgia’s eyes with a dangerous glint. “We could finally hit them back for all this mistreatment.”

“An internal war is not something we need at this moment,” she informs him like a true Counselor. “There’s a mutual enemy we have to focus on first. But, that doesn’t mean we can’t try to introduce changes to the main family along the way.”

“What do you mean?” The man squints at her.

Niel gasps adorably. “We can blackmail them with this! They definitely know going to the crown with this evidence could ruin them! If we show that we are desperate enough to resort to mutual destruction, they might yield!”

These girls are really like two peas in one pod, aren’t they? Well, they lived together for quite a while. I wonder which one rubbed off on which.

“Hmmm.” The Patriarch strokes his chin. “There’s always the risk of them managing to deny everything and turn it around, even with physical evidence. It would be better with a witness, but everyone involved in that operation must be long dead.”

A light pops up in my head. “Not exactly.”

The pair at the front turns to me. I chuckle and snap my fingers. In the next moment, something emerges from the ground by my side. The guy’s eyes widen while a grin slips onto my lover’s lips. Soon enough, a dangerously sexy female of pure stone materialises in the chamber. The only other man in the room can’t help but drool at the enticing curves and other feminine features put on full display.

“You dare to fantasise about this body, Dwarf?” A predatory grin twists Ianthe’s mouth. “Control yourself if you don’t want me to gouge your last remaining eye as I’m the property of the Den Master and no one else.”

As he swallows thickly, I smack the impish mature Nymph up the back of her head. 

“Then cover yourself instead of flashing everyone your bare pussy,” I admonish my Den Mother.

Even though she pouts back at me, her figure reforms to introduce a simple toga into her shape.

Nymphs will be Nymphs no matter what.

Sirgia gestures towards our ashen companion. “This is Ianthe and she is the Den Mother of the Oreads who served alongside our people inside one of the passages. She can confirm everything and also recount her life during that age.”

“Goddess…” The Patriarch whispers under his breath.

“No, I don’t think we’ll need to involve her this time.” My mate giggles knowingly, only confusing her superior even more.

Another giggle echoes through my mind, letting me know we are being observed.

Spying on us again, Lumina? Are you in my head? Naughty, naughty. Better get that divine rump ready for some long-overdue spanking the moment my hand can comfortably smack that heavenly ass.

My vivid imagination achieves the desired effect and I can feel the godly presence retreat from the depths of my soul, definitely getting embarrassed about such open imagery. It’s slightly amusing. Any other god might have smitten me for such audacity, but perhaps it’s not me who is smitten in this scenario.

But, focus Al. It’s not the time to grow your own ego.

“Will Ianthe be of help? What are you planning to do anyway?” I ask to ground the room again.

“It could work out. If we planned everything meticulously.” The man sighs heavily.

“We need to catch the main clan’s attention and let them know that we know but in a way that isn’t a powerful threat but more like an offer to talk things out,” Niel shares her thoughts. “You have to report the appearance of the Subsidiary Lineage Counselor, right, Patriarch?”

“Yes.” He nods stiffly. “It’s something that hasn’t happened for ages, but it might not be enough on its own. I would have to step down for the main family to involve itself with setting the new head.”

“We don’t want to undermine your position,” I say honestly. “Is there anything else?”

“Maybe the Farscope?” Our purple-haired assistant taps her cheek.

“A good idea.” The Clan Head agrees with her. “A copy and the schematics included in the message would both stand out and support the decision of promoting Sirgia.”

“Then finally a piece or replica of the diary or the badge,” the person in question proposes. “Just in case they still ignore everything else. Hopefully, the full package reaches the top and produces the desired effect.”

“Well, if that much doesn’t work, we might as well march straight to the headquarters.” I shrug nonchalantly. “We were going to flip this entire family upside down anyway. The process might require a bit more hard persuasion than we hoped for.”

“If that came out of the mouth of anyone else, I would laugh at them and then murder them for just the thought.” The Patriarch cackles. “But I have a feeling you are more than you are letting on. You are too nonchalant about this entire thing. Like it’s just another task or chore to you.”

“What can I say?” I snicker to match him. “Not even the Goddess is going to stop me from fulfilling the wishes of my incredible wives.”

Sirgia’s eyes glimmer with emotion as she stares back at me and rushes my way in the next second. I’m ready for her crashing into my chest and pressing her soft lips against mine, peppering my mouth with a thousand little kisses and smooches. She still snuggles to my chest even after I manage to pull her off to continue this meeting.

“You would make a fine Dwarf.” The man chuckles mirthfully.

My mate looks up at me with a mesmerising blush. “He will…”

Clearing my throat after experiencing the full brunt of her passionate intentions, I focus on the conversation. “What now, then?”

“Now, we start preparing. Things need to settle down a bit first. Show yourselves around some. Help a folk or two. Take part in some activities. Just confirm that your goal is to aid the clan and make its people accept you,” he says. “Meanwhile, we will support the initial phase of your endeavour. It won’t be much and too official until the main clan gets involved, but your shop will thrive no matter what. Then, we will be awaiting the response from the higher-ups while monitoring the movements of our enemies.”

“Sounds fairly solid,” I admit. “We don’t want to be reckless. It’s better not to involve the entire capital in our battles if we can help it. It’s always the common folk who get caught in the crossfire between big companies duking it out.”

“We might be sly but you can’t say we aren’t honourable,” the Patriarch responds. “Even if you might not approve of some of our internal traditions and practices.”

“We will change them for the better,” Sirgia announces. “Now, I think we took enough of your valuable time, Patriarch. Let us retreat to our allies and discuss the next steps with them. As you wish, we shall spend as much time inside the compound as we can. I’m willing to improve everyone’s lives with my knowledge and ideas.”

“With the two—apologies, three of you, our future is looking the best since the beginning of the branch family. We’ve been thwarted and reduced to dregs for ages, but it’s time to show everyone that we can produce geniuses just like the main family can do.” He smiles warmly at the Dwarf ladies. “I’m looking forward to this revolution of yours. Dismissed.”

We bow politely and leave the office after collecting all our stuff. It’s safer in our hands anyway.

The moment we are out of sight and hearing, a shiver passes through Sirgia’s body and Niel instantly supports her best friend to the side. I kneel down to brush my lover’s hair off her face as she rubs her forehead weekly.

“You were amazing back there,” the purple-haired girl comments with a tone full of reverence. “Spoke like a true future Matriarch.”

My little genius giggles tiredly. “I was so nervous my head hurts… I don’t think I can do it often…”

I kiss her forehead, weaving some healing into the gesture. “You don’t need to push yourself too far out of your comfort zone, my love. But, I believe it will only get better with experience. No matter what, you will always be my timid little Dwarf that I fell for.”

She beams at me with a fair blush. We might have both grown a lot and become much bolder, but we are still the same deep at heart. And that’s why she offers me her lips the way she always did many months ago, letting me reassure her that everything will be alright with some intimate affection.

Niel watches us intently from the side, also a tad rosy. “Do you like… shy girls?”

We pull back and my sweet mate glances at her. “Master loves shy girls, right, Master? He gets so excited hovering over delicate—”

I bonk her on the head gently. “Don’t make me into some pervert who relishes in ravaging meek ladies.”

“My butt dares to disagree…” She rubs her head with a pout.

We all laugh together at her quip and my eyes find the golden gems of her close friend. I don’t think we are ready to cross that line yet, but she observes me eagerly as I lean closer and place my palm against her smooth cheek. When I draw near, Niel confirms my decision is the correct one by closing her pretty eyes and letting her small tongue dart past her petite lips briefly, giving them a tiny lick.

Just as I press a slow and caring kiss into them, I give a mental ping to a certain good doggy. The lovely girl currently enjoying the dainty brush of our mouths, pushing hers into mine for more caresses, doesn’t notice the startled yelp that escapes our brown-haired partner as shadows swallow us.

The two of us keep unhurriedly kissing, my goal to be as gentle with this pure—to some extent—woman as I can. She certainly didn’t experience much intimate contact as she shows more than hints of wishing for more, going past her usual reservations to even reach for it by pressing harder. When it comes to physical attraction and pleasure, she could drown herself if not supervised.

And that’s why she lets out a loud gasp when I escape her delicious lips and her eyelashes flutter open. She launches herself into my embrace immediately, clutching my clothes with tight fists. The fearful expression slowly melts into a wide smile as she realises she is safe with me. The three of us stand atop the tallest tower on the clan’s grounds, overlooking the entire complex from high up above. Everyone else is like ants to us, miniature dots moving between buildings.

I shift her hold on me a little and invite Sirgia to hug me from the other side, wrapping my arms around both Dwarf girls whose eyes sparkle at the sight beneath them. Taking a deep breath, I brush their sides comfortingly.

“Alright, who is ready to completely wreck this place?”