Ren wandered through the streets again, hands in his pockets, casually looking around. He had no idea what time it was, but the shops were open… so who cared. A small grin formed on his lips.
"Today… I'm spending to my heart content."
He muttered with a bit of excitement, then clicked his tongue, his expression turning slightly annoyed. "…Tch… too bad Lucia couldn't even get out of bed this morning."
A smirk slowly crept back. "…Guess last night was a bit too much, huh."
As he kept walking, something crossed his mind.
Wait… now that I think about it… I didn't get any skill last night…
His brows furrowed slightly. "…Don't tell me she still wasn't satisfied?"
DING—
A notification popped up.
Ren frowned immediately. "Why the fuck is this system getting slower day by day…"
But his eyes were already locked onto it. "…Let's see what you got."
[Skill — Cliché Moment]
[Description — Can force the user and a selected female target into a cliché scenario that normally wouldn't occur. Usable once.]
A short silence.
"…Huh?"
His face twisted in pure disbelief. "…What the actual fuck is this shit? What's even the use of this… YOU DAMN SYSTEM."
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "…Calm down… not worth it."
Then suddenly—
"Oh."
He paused mid-step.
"I completely forgot about those cards."
Rustle—
He pulled them out and flipped through them casually.
"Let's see… one restaurant VIP coupon… fancy."
"A bar too… not bad."
Then he stopped at the last one.
"…And what the hell is this?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, interest finally kicking in.
He looked at the card again, a faint grin forming. "…This actually looks interesting."
He flicked it lightly between his fingers. "Alright… let's go."
After wandering around for a while—turning corners, passing crowded streets, and nearly missing it twice—he finally found the place.
He stopped.
"…Oh."
The building stood tall, designed like a small castle. Elegant balconies curved outward, and women in flowing dresses leaned over them, laughing softly, their sleeves swaying in the air. The whole place gave off a rich, ancient Chinese imperial-era vibe—like something straight out of a noble's fantasy.
Lanterns glowed warmly. Silk curtains danced slightly with the breeze.
"…Damn."
Ren's eyes scanned the place with clear interest.
I really wanted to try this…
A slow grin spread across his face.
A beautiful courtesan serving me… now that's more like it.
He adjusted his collar slightly and stepped forward.
Clack—
The door opened as he pushed it.
And just like that—
Ren entered the place.
"Hello? Anybody here?" Ren called out, his voice echoing slightly inside.
A woman sat behind the counter.
Old. Way too old.
Her face was buried under thick layers of makeup—powder caked unevenly, bright red lipstick slightly smudged, and heavy eyeliner stretching awkwardly at the corners. She wore a flashy, old-style silk robe, the kind nobles used in those ancient Chinese courts, but on her… it just looked off.
She didn't even bother looking up properly.
"What do you need, kid?" she said bluntly. "This place isn't for lowly beings like you. Shoo… shoo."
Ren's eye twitched.
…What the hell is wrong with this old hag?
He stared at her for a second, then scoffed internally. Damn… she looks one step away from her coffin. Did death miss her or what?
He exhaled, already irritated. "Cut the crap."
Thud—
He dropped the golden shining card onto the counter.
"And just arrange one beautiful one for me."
The moment her eyes landed on the card—
She froze completely.
Like prey suddenly realizing it stepped into a predator's territory.
Her back straightened instantly, hands trembling slightly as she snatched the card.
"…A VIP card?"
Her tone flipped in a second.
"Sorry—esteemed guest, I didn't realize you were a VIP…" she said, forcing out an awkward, shaky laugh.
Ren didn't smile. Not even a little.
His eyes turned cold.
"…Does this look like a joke to you?"
Her body stiffened instantly.
Thump—
She dropped into a bow, legs shaking. "F-Forgive me! I didn't recognize you!"
Ren watched her for a second, expression flat.
…Didn't know this thing worked like that.
Ain't bad.
Thanks, loli.
He clicked his tongue, already losing interest. "Yeah, yeah… just stay out of my face."
A short pause.
"Now do what I asked."
She nodded rapidly, still bent down. "Y-Yes! Right away, sir!"
Scramble—
She hurried to stand, nearly tripping over herself in the process.
""Sir… shall we begin?" she asked carefully. "I'll guide you through."
Ren waved his hand dismissively, already annoyed.
"…Just hurry it up."
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They walked through a long hallway, lantern lights flickering along the walls, soft music echoing faintly.
Creak—
A door slid open.
"Sir, how about this one?" she said.
Ren glanced inside.
A woman sat close to a customer, leaning in, sucking his cock with slow, yet like a full fledged vaccum.
Ren stared for half a second—then—
Slide—
He shut the door.
"…Nah. Not my thing."
He clicked his tongue, walking ahead like nothing happened. "…Though… not bad."
They continued down the corridor.
Creak—
Another door opened.
"So how about her, sir? She's very experienced…" the old woman whispered, leaning slightly closer.
Inside—
A woman stood with her back turned, long hair flowing down her back, her figure… yeah, no words needed. She was adjusting her clothes, movements slow, natural… dangerous.
She turned slightly. "Do you need me?"
Ren froze for a second.
…Damn.
This one's illegal.
He blinked once, forcing himself to stay calm.
The woman smiled faintly, eyes sharp, playful. "A customer…? Not bad."
She stepped forward lightly. "So… cutie, how about me?"
The fabric slipped slightly from her shoulder.
Ren's brain short-circuited for a solid second.
Then—
SLIDE—
Door closed.
Fast.
"…Yeah, nope."
He exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. That's too much to handle…
A pause.
Those are...Even bigger than Lucia's…
He shook his head immediately.
"…Wasn't this place supposed to be about talking and stuff?"
He glanced sideways. "…How is this any different from a damn brothel?"
The old woman coughed awkwardly but said nothing.
They moved to the next door.
Creak—
Another room.
Slide—
Closed again.
And another.
Creak—
Slide—
One after another.
Finally—
They stopped.
The old woman wiped her sweat slightly. "Sir… it seems we've gone through the finest ones here. Which one would you like to choose?"
Ren stood there, arms crossed, thinking.
Hmm…
The choice is obvious but…
His eyes narrowed slightly.
A soft sound reached his ears—low, smooth… almost like a quiet melody drifting through the hallway.
Ren slowed down slightly, his expression shifting. "…What the hell…"
His gaze moved sideways. That voice… too clean. "…Who's that?" he muttered, noticing it was coming from a door set slightly apart from the others.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "…Didn't check that one."
Just as he stepped toward it, the old woman's face changed instantly.
"Sir—wait!" She hurried after him, panic creeping into her voice. "You can't go there, that room is—"
Too late.
Creak—
Ren pushed the door open without a second thought.
"Wai—sir—!"
The door slid aside—and Ren stopped in his tracks.