Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Her tender red tongue licked her lips.

A chill ran through me! A strong cold swept over me.

"What's your name? My name is Aisha."

"Huh! Ah! Huh!?"

"Want to buy me for one night right now?"

The warm breath assaulted my cheeks and neck, and I almost fainted.

The burning shame and fear arose simultaneously, becoming one with the whole body.

No, this is bad, get away from her!? Following my instinct to scream, I only started to resist at this critical moment, but…

(—Unable to escape!?)

Including the hand wrapped around my waist, I couldn't easily break free from the other person's restraint.

Her "strength"—her [ability value]—was actually enough to hug me, who had reached level 3.

Is the other party a prostitute who has received "God's grace (pharna)"?

She, who called herself Aisha, laughed and said, "Don't struggle," and hugged me even tighter.

Her forceful approach and brute strength, along with her beauty, reminded me of the term "female hero."

"There are no good men today—"

"He seems to have the air of a young man—"

"Aisha, who is that?!"

Not only that, but as if kicking someone when they're down... a group of people suddenly appeared around them.

From all the streets and back alleys, large numbers of people appeared—no, large numbers of Amazons.

Ignoring my stunned silence, a group of beautiful and lively women walked towards us.

"I just found her here. Look, she has such an innocent face."

"I haven't seen a man like this in ages."

"Hehe, is this your first time in Fengyue Street?"

It started with her...Miss Aisha's words, followed by a cacophony of jokes from the prostitutes who were out soliciting customers. By the time I realized it, I was already surrounded.

Everyone was of the same race (Amazonians), and naturally dressed like Miss Aisha, or even more revealingly. She still held me tightly, and the sight of her vibrant brown skin filled my vision made me dizzy, and my consciousness began to drift away.

In the very next instant.

One of the Amazons seemed to have discovered something, and his shoulder trembled in surprise.

"Hey, wait a minute. This human...could he be a [rising star]?"

Upon hearing this statement, they froze on the spot, and then a commotion broke out.

"—White hair and red eyes."

"In the war game, Hyacinthus was defeated..."

"And he also holds the world record for the fastest white rabbit at Lv.3 (record holder)?"

The recent war game was broadcast live as an event held in the Netherworld, and the entire city (Orario) witnessed the whole thing. Unlike previous situations, it's not strange that the citizens know what I and Welf look like... but...

The Amazonian group all stared at my face and muttered something under their breath.

Miss Aisha beside me also opened her eyes wide and stared intently at me.

Then, the atmosphere changed completely.

The half-joking atmosphere vanished, and the female warriors' eyes shone brightly.

The conversation stopped, and everyone's gaze pierced through me, who was in the center of the circle.

The little annoyance had vanished without a trace—my sweat poured down like a waterfall.

What comes to mind is a group of large carnivores surrounding the trembling rabbit.

The tiger and lion drooled profusely from between their fangs and licked their lips.

My throat made a whooshing sound like a broken flute, and my frozen face turned as green as could be.

I had to get out of here quickly—that was what I was thinking, the next instant.

They yelled "Wow!!" and pounced on me.

"I love strong men the most!!"

"Hey, do you want to buy me!?"

"I'm much better than that short, stout guy!!"

The giant wave formed by the Amazons swallowed me up in an instant.

Amid cheers, prostitutes surged in from all directions, grabbing my shoulders, arms, clothes, and hair, pulling me from all sides, trying to drag me over; several brown hands refused to let go of my body.

(It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!?)

I was caught in the supple, supple, and incredibly strong limbs of the female warriors (Amazons), being stirred and tossed about.

There was no way to escape; all directions were blocked, and nothing could be seen except for the colors of skin and clothing.

My consciousness was about to drift away, and I couldn't even scream anymore. I was gradually being buried in the bodies of the prostitutes when—someone pulled me back.

The man grabbed my outstretched arm and dragged me out.

"—This guy is the first one I've seen; I won't let anyone else have my prey."

Miss Aisha pushed aside the other prostitutes, dragged me out, and held me to her ample bosom.

When my face was buried in my cleavage, turning bright red, everyone booed, "Shh!!"

Miss Aisha didn't care about the boos. She looked down at my awkward posture, curled the corners of her mouth, and seemed to say that she was really lucky.

"Pfft!?" I used all my strength to escape from Miss Aisha's chest and quickly created some distance.

Soy sauce disease

"N-No!? I, um, I didn't come here with any ulterior motives! I came to find my faction's comrades, but I got lost! So...!?"

I kept rambling incoherently, begging them to let me go.

However, a nimble girl (an Amazonian) appeared behind me without warning and snatched an item from my hand.

"You say that, but you're quite well-prepared, aren't you? Look."

The small bottle I've been holding is the aphrodisiac that some deity gave me.

(Hermes God～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!!)

I cried out in my chest, while the god (Hermes) gave me a thumbs-up with a smile in my heart.

With the crucial tool right in front of me, I could no longer make excuses.

"Stop being so indecisive, okay, come here."

"Wait, wait a minute! Please wait a moment!?"

Miss Aisha grabbed my arm and forcibly took me away.

The other smiling female warriors (Amazons) followed behind, and the group began to move.

I followed Hermes away from the brothel and arrived at a place that displayed a strong desert cultural character. Many stone buildings were constructed of mud-brick-like stones or cut rocks, but there were also beautiful white-walled brothels built with alabaster, exuding a sense of luxury. Most of the prostitutes I saw on the road wore dancer-like costumes like Miss Aisha's, or revealing clothes that exposed their breasts and bellies.

"No, no!?" "Please listen to me!?" No matter how hard I cried and begged, it was no use. Miss Aisha dragged me away, and I couldn't shake off her hand.

Just now, when I was jostled around and completely confused, I was unable to resist effectively. This shows that the more than twenty female warriors (Amazons) around me must all have at least the abilities (stats) of a Level 3 adventurer.

Just when I was despairing of the seemingly insurmountable encirclement, I soon spotted a building.

Compared to the surrounding area, it must have been the largest brothel—or rather, it was practically a palace.

Its imposing presence resembles a royal palace towering in the vast desert, its magnificent and resplendent exterior resplendent.

As you approach the palace through the circular forecourt, you'll see the emblems of other factions above the main entrance.

The badge depicts a naked woman with a veil covering the upper half of her face... a prostitute.

Is this a facility owned by the [Family]? No, is it their headquarters?

While I was still in shock, Miss Aisha pulled me along and led me inside through the open door.

"A city, a castle...?"

What unfolds inside the palace is a magnificent landscape that is no less impressive than its exterior.

The design is somewhat similar to a skyscraper (Tower of Babel), with a high ceiling extending to the upper floors. On each floor, elegant prostitutes take the arms of male guests and lead them to certain places.

The main hall where we were located was very spacious, a white marble space covered with red carpets, and decorated with seemingly high-end pots and jars.

The unique atmosphere of the brothel, along with its decadent fragrance, brought back the numb tension.

"You really don't know anything?"

Miss Aisha smiled as she watched my reaction after I was caught.

"This is our headquarters, the Palace of the Goddess of Prostitution."

She pulled me into the main hall and continued:

"Not only this palace, but the entire surrounding area is our territory... the private land of the goddess Ishtar."

Ishtar, the goddess...?

Even though I wasn't very familiar with the other factions (familias), I had heard of this goddess's name before, and I was startled—

"What's wrong with you all? Why are you all gathered here?"

A voice came from the high-ceilinged upper floor.

The moment my ears trembled, I looked up sharply and gasped for breath.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in alluring attire. A few garments covered her full breasts and voluptuous waist, boldly revealing her tanned skin. Coupled with the brilliance of her gold and silver headbands, earrings, jewelry, brooches, bracelets, and anklets, she even evoked the word "queen."

Her long, black braided hair was glossy and shiny, and looked almost purple.

She held a pipe in one hand and looked down at us leisurely from a corner of the building.

(—"The Goddess of Beauty.")

I understood in an instant.

She possesses an excessive charm that can stir up others' consciousness simply through her posture and flirtatious glances.

She is a different type from the silver-haired goddess Freya, who left a strong impression. Her beauty is either seductive or has a hidden allure and a captivating fragrance.

"Goddess Ishtar, we're back—" the others greeted casually, but I made a gurgling sound in my throat.

"That human is...."

Her amethyst-like eyes turned to me as if noticing something, and I reflexively felt a jolt in my spine.

As soon as the goddess's gaze fell upon me, all the Amazons except Miss Aisha immediately took action.

"You can't look at the goddess Ishtar—!!"

"Every man's bones melt when he sees you! If you steal this one away from me, I can't handle it!"

The group members, worried that the goddess was using her "charm" power, rushed to protect me.

"You too, don't look!" Someone covered my eyes from behind. "Whoa!?" I couldn't help but exclaim. Voices ranging from innocent young girls to shrewish women rose and fell, and I was once again being tossed and turned by the Amazonian's hands.

"Hehe... We have guests coming later tonight, I don't have time to deal with that kind of kid right now."

The goddess Ishtar looked down at me and the female warriors (Amazons) in our tattered clothes and scoffed.

"Talmuz." She moved away with little interest, calling to the young attendant behind her. The brown goddess, accompanied by the handsome young members, left the overhead corridor and disappeared from my sight.

(As expected... this is the headquarters of the Ishtar Familia...)

With my hair and clothes all messed up, I was certain of this.

Their achievements in conquering the dungeons of Orario were brilliant, making them one of the top high-ranking factions in the city... I remember it like that.

I had unwittingly stumbled upon such a terrifying place, and my face turned pale for a new reason. Taken to the headquarters of another faction, I was held tightly by Miss Aisha as we entered the palace.

In the main hall on the first floor, a few glamorous prostitutes of various races, dressed in semi-transparent gowns, walked by. Each time I saw one, I blushed, when Miss Aisha called to the woman who seemed to be her agent. After saying a few words, she moved to the third floor.