Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 216: Oh Goddess

"It’s a theater troupe."

"No, didn’t you hear guard Murphult? He was standing next to them when they talked with the baroness. He said they came to sell clothes."

"Selling those kinds of clothes? That’s crazy. The Goddess will go ’You bastard!’ and ring the alarm. No matter how much the world’s going to hell, it shouldn’t fall that far."

The residents started debating about the merchant company’s identity. The visit of a merchant company with massive wealth was known to those in the know, but nobody had expected they’d be entirely composed of women—wearing outfits that looked not just indecent but downright vulgar.

And while most showed discomfort at their visit, they were revealing their true colors to each other bit by bit.

"...But wasn’t that kinda pretty?"

"All their faces were gorgeous, and those bodies, man."

"Did you see when they came in? Walking all confident like a rabbit, and she smiled at me with her eyes and waved. Fuck, I wanna sleep with her once."

"You crazy bastard. ...Me too. I wanna put that on my wife and do it once."

The bunny girl outfits quickly became the talk among the men. They mobilized every vocabulary word they could muster to praise the bunny girls’ appearances and the women’s looks to those who hadn’t seen them.

"How vulgar."

"How can they walk around in those outfits? In these times when the human alliance is in all-out war with the demons?"

"It’s not like they’re selling their bodies or anything...tsk tsk."

Where women gathered, condemnation of the bunny girl fairies was the main topic. Some saying their faces were ugly or they had stretch marks on their sides was mild—most were insulting the bunny girl fairies’ revealing outfits.

"But what were those...black pants? Or the top...? They were wearing them underneath?"

"Those are pants? You could see right through to their skin."

"...Wait, but wasn’t that kinda pretty?"

"...Perfect for getting your husband crazy horny when doing it at night. Just pull it to the side a bit and you can shove it right in, right? Hehe, damn."

And an extremely small number of women started critiquing the clothes they wore. While they might be jealous of the bunny girls’ beauty and appearance, surprisingly they were giving cold reviews about the clothes themselves.

"...Wouldn’t that be good to wear under armor so your skin doesn’t chafe?"

"You, with your build over 190, gonna wear everything from bunny ears to heels? Are you crazy?"

"...Wanna try it once?"

...There were some odd people too, but anyway, the impact the bunny girl fairies caused was beyond imagination. Spica Castle briefly regained its vitality, forgetting about the Demon King’s Army problem enough to talk about the merchant company all day.

***

"You really came here to open a tavern...and general store?"

"Yes."

Meri was confident and bold even facing the baroness. That confidence showed in her wide-open shoulders, and despite being a much nobler person, the baroness felt her shoulders shrink before the presence confronting her.

"I already secured the building. With all the money you brought, we could buy two buildings. Baroness, it’s a whole..."

"I know...."

The baroness’s mouth watered at the pile of gold coins Meri’s merchant company brought.

For Virgo territory, which suffered from chronic deficits, they lacked money to eat tomorrow. The advance payment to adventurers had evaporated when they never returned. There was no situation to collect taxes either, and soon a distinguished guest would arrive from Pisces territory requiring hospitality.

"Hmm...."

"Does it still bother you that an unidentified merchant company appeared at such a convenient time?"

Meri struck first. The baroness felt slightly annoyed that her thoughts were read, but she intuited that Meri was no pushover.

The difference showed in the clothes they wore. Despite being a lord, she wore a plain dress she couldn’t even wear to high society, while the other wore clothing designed to lead fashion trends in the capital’s social circles.

’Why would people like that come to our territory?’

The baroness placed the stockings she’d received as a gift on the desk.

"...I’ll ask one thing. These clothes, the stockings—where and how did you get them?"

"I can’t personally tell you about distribution networks and suppliers. I’m only the person in charge of this Virgo branch. But I can tell you this."

Meri pulled out a feather from her bosom. It was a black monster bird’s feather—something that made the baroness shudder.

"Those stockings are made by plucking monster feathers."

"...Don’t tell me?"

"Yes. The crow monster called Andras. We regularly enter the dungeon where those things spawn and ’harvest’ materials. But we heard...they started appearing here too."

"Monster feathers...? How?"

"Trade secret. And as you saw earlier."

Meri lifted one leg. The slender leg that somehow supported that huge chest showed off its curves clearly, and the baroness gulped involuntarily.

"Like this."

Whoosh.

Flames suddenly shot up from Meri’s hand. The fire started burning above Meri’s knee, and the baroness jumped up from her seat in surprise.

"Are you alright?!"

"...."

Meri’s eyes widened at the baroness’s shrill scream. The baroness also cleared her throat and sat back down after seeing Meri was fine.

"..Ahem, ahem, kuhum!"

"...Yes, I’m a mage. And very low-grade fireball-level fire doesn’t burn me—it’s rather warm."

Splash.

This time Meri created a water blob from her hand and extinguished the fire on her knee. The baroness gulped again at the sight of the damp stockings with rising steam.

"Baroness. How about trying them on yourself?"

"Pardon?"

"Hoho, I can help if needed. These stockings will lead the new fashion world—they’ll become both a symbol of modesty and an icon of sexiness."

"Wh-what do you...?"

"Look. They cover the legs like this, so it’s okay to wear short skirts, isn’t it? Hoho."

Meri stood up and pointed to her skirt hem. The black skirt, just slightly longer than a finger span, stimulated the baroness’s imagination about what might be visible underneath. And she imagined herself dressed like Meri.

’At least the men would go completely crazy.’

If her late father had seen this, he would have immediately bought up all the stockings and dressed his lovers in them. Thinking of the previous baron cooled the baroness’s heated head.

"...Ahem, so I understand the commercial value of stockings. But I have to say something about your company employees’ outfits."

"Of course."

Meri smiled as if she’d been waiting.

"Such vulgar outfits, I cannot accept them."

"They’ll be the uniforms of barmaids selling alcohol. A kind of customer solicitation. Of course, what you’re worried about will ’absolutely’ not happen. They’re women who sell smiles, not women who sell their bodies."

"...But you don’t know what lustful men might do."

"They’re all former adventurers who can take care of themselves. They can beat any man. Even if their opponents were goblins, orcs, etc., they could easily handle them 1-on-1."

Gray, who’d been quiet, made a "kheup" sound and laughed. The baroness frowned at Gray’s reaction and warned him.

"Is this funny to you?"

"...My apologies. The thought of facing orcs in those outfits just..."

"Well, I suppose from your position."

"Of course. You sent the crows packing with just a sword, didn’t you? Hoho."

"...Kuhum."

At Meri’s joke mentioning his kidnapping, Gray showed discomfort and closed his mouth. The baroness pulled out parchment from her drawer with a short sigh.

"I approve. But I’ll be watching for a while. I’ll also assign guards.... Gray, keep a close eye on them."

"An excellent choice, Baroness."

Meri smiled brightly. The baroness felt slightly scared because that smile seemed familiar somehow, like she’d seen it somewhere far away.

***

Middle-aged man Foot Jabbrer, born and raised in Spica Castle in Virgo territory, was single.

He’d had a lover, and once a wife too, but she—no, that bitch—ran off with a young bachelor in the name of eloping, taking all of Foot Jabbrer’s wealth. Eventually he raised their rabbit-like child alone and sent him to the academy, and he’d been living alone for years. He’d been starving so long he couldn’t even remember the last time he smelled a woman’s scent.

’No sleeping tonight.’

Foot Jabbrer sighed at his angry member after so long. Since taking guard duty after an arrow to the knee, today was the first time such stimulating visual terrorism had visited. The rabbits all wore outfits so provocative they made you doubt "that side," and Foot was nearly losing his mind voyeuristically watching them through his helmet’s eye slits.

’Are they really those kinds of people? But then the lord wouldn’t let them in.’

The first thing Baroness Virgo did upon taking the baroness title was sweep the back alleys inside the castle. Thanks to that, the brothels were cleanly cleared out, and Foot agreed with that part. It wasn’t that he had resistance to prostitution, but thinking of his ex-wife running off, smitten with the lower half of a young man who worked in prostitution, made his blood boil.

Brrr. And his balls trembled too. The rabbit fur and those black "stockings" kept flashing before his eyes.

"Ugh. Should I just handle it myself?"

He’d already grabbed and let go several times. If he resolved it like he did in his youth, it would end, but he was too pathetic to solve it himself so miserably.

"Tch, it’s time."

Foot Jabbrer packed his things and left home. Just before leaving, his son Hand Jabbrer’s portrait seemed to greet him.

"I’m off."

Leaving alone from an empty house with no one to talk to, Foot found his circumstances pitiful. Already lonely, the territory was unsettled, work was increasing, and his side was so cold he felt like going crazy. And yet he had to stand "guard" near the residence of those who’d created this anguish.

"Goddess’s blessing. Foot Jabbrer, reporting back."

"Yeah. Come on in."

Knight Gray was talking with the merchant company’s manager—the busty pink-haired young lady. Foot Jabbrer couldn’t see her blocked by Gray, and his heart sank as he bowed. He had to bow anyway.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation."

"Not at all. ...Say, come to think of it, you’re alone now?"

"That’s...?"

"Hmm...."

"What. You trying to hook him up?"

The pink-haired young lady giggled and spoke casually to Gray. Foot Jabbrer realized the jokes guards shared were closer to truth. The young lady before him was indeed no ordinary person—someone with connections to a knight.

"Well...if there’s someone he wants? I can guard alone, and besides, it’s sad. Everyone’s working hard."

"Aw, what a good boss. Got it. Um, excuse me."

"Y-yes?!"

Foot Jabbrer was startled that the woman was speaking respectfully to him. But the woman showed no sign of stopping her polite speech.

"Would you like to come inside for a bit? Go in and rest."

"Go in, that’s an order. Other guards are already inside resting."

"Ah, yes."

Foot Jabbrer entered the dark building in a daze. Opening the door in his dazed state, inside was a rabbit young lady he’d seen in the afternoon, smiling to greet him.

"Oh my, it’s the thick-bearded guy? Nice to meet you."

"Oh, uh. N-nice to meet you."

"This guy’s pretty stiff, huh? Hoho, wonder if it’s stiff down there too?"

The rabbit slowly fondled Foot Jabbrer’s chest muscles. Foot Jabbrer quickly backed away with a stiff expression.

"Don’t tell me this is prostitu...."

"Oh my. You can’t say that. That’s serious trouble. We hate that stuff."

The rabbit made a stern face and wagged her index finger. Remembering being scolded by his mother in childhood, Foot Jabbrer felt intimidated for no reason.

"It’s actually before opening, but today we’re having a special soft opening...? You’re a special guest. The knight knows all about it, okay? Listen carefully."

The rabbit pointed to the wooden door leading inside. Foot Jabbrer leaned his ear toward the door, and from inside came the sounds of men and women tumbling together in harmony.

"You know what? Rabbits are animals in heat 365 days a year. Hoho."

The rabbit pulled Foot Jabbrer toward the inner door.

"You came all the way here, so surely you’re not clueless, right? I believe you’re not. So then...."

Creeeeak. The door opened. Inside, rabbits radiating women’s fragrance smiled slightly at the man’s appearance.

"Who would you like to have a drink with, sir?"

"...That one, please."

Foot Jabbrer pointed to the rabbit woman sitting cross-legged on the table. His eyes were focused on the woman’s feet—the black feet where the shape was completely revealed after removing her shoes.

"Oh my, me?"

The woman giggled and immediately stood up.

"Um...I have pretty unique tastes, is that okay? Why did you choose me?"

"...Y-your feet looked the prettiest."

"Pfft."

The woman stood in front of Foot Jabbrer.

"Perfect. Get ready to be properly dominated by me today."

The woman smiled with a devouring momentum and gently rubbed the front of his pants with her foot.

’Oh Goddess.’

Foot Jabbrer had reached heaven.