Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

"It's an escort mission, for an earl's daughter. Her father, an earl of course, thinks she is too sheltered, and wanted her to experience the harshness of combat in the countryside during a monster clearing expedition. He wrote to me that he wants a male companion to accompany her, so that she can learn about courting and pleasing a man when he marries her to a potential suitor in the future."

"I see," Devon replied. "Will it be dangerous?"

"As long as you stay within the carriage, both of you should be fine. You will only be following the battalion and spectating from a distance."

"Make sure you control yourself too, Devon. This is an earl's daughter we're talking about. If you r_ape her, there will be diplomatic consequences."

"What makes you think I will r_ape her?" Devon replied. His hands were still penetrating into the slave girl Lillia's pussy, so it was rather hypocritical for him to be saying this at this moment. The female slave moaned in ecstasy, and Devon stuck two of his fingers into her mouth as he began fingering her more vigorously with his other hand.

"Well, seeing how you're so full of energy, and…" the madame's voice trailed off as she bit her lip while looking at Devon caressing the short haired slave girl's smooth skin and supple hips, with his hand in her mouth and her tongue rolling over his fingers like a meat lollipop. "You'll know once you see the young countess."

"The expedition will be tomorrow, so we'll get you settled in here for tomorrow morning. The pay will be a thousand gold coins a day."

Even though Devon didn't have a good grasp on the economy of this new world, he could tell that a thousand gold was a lot for a single day's work. "Got it, I accept."

"Can I keep her for the night?" Devon said to the madame while pushing together the slave girl's breasts, indicating that he was referring to her.

"Not tonight, darling," madame Elisa responded. "You can have her after a big assignment. For tonight…"

Madame Elisa procured a small key from her desk drawer and handed it to Devon. "Apartment 33b in the garment district. I'll see you there later." She winked at him and made a blow job gesture with her mouth and hand.

"And here's some spending money for signing up with us," the madame continued, dropping a hefty sack of coins in Devon's hand. "There are a hundred twenty gold pieces in there. Try not to spend it all in one night, alright?"

Devon nodded. "I'll walk around for a bit then, and then I'll see you later." His hands finally left the young slave girl with short hair as he gently pushed her off of him. Realizing that she was free, the girl immediately grabbed the coffee tray and hugged it to her breasts, before beginning to clean up the tea from earlier.

Finding his way towards the door, he headed back downstairs and then out of the backroom, back to the hustle and bustle of the adventurer's guild.

Right now he had some money, and some time to kill before it was time to sleep, but he really didn't have any idea what to do with his newfound free time. He was aware that the reward circuitry in his brain was a little fucked up at the moment and did not respond to all but the most intense of stimulation, leaving him mentally lethargic and not all that motivated to do much of anything.

His stomach growled. Well, at least he should eat, he thought. Devon headed into the town and looked for a place to settle in for dinner.

After walking past several shops lit up with customers and busy chefs, Devon stepped into one. They were serving roasted pork on rice as their special dish today. Sitting at one of the booths, Devon ordered a bowl.

As he sat waiting for food, he wondered a bit about his class. There wasn't much information given to him thus far, so he wondered–if he couldn't kill himself, what if someone else killed him? Would he die?

Something told him that the gods wouldn't make it so simple.

Some idle chatter from another table caught his attention. One of the patrons was being especially loud.