The Gigolo System in the Academy of Magic-Chapter 43: The Brothel [R-15]

The stone demon played on his communicator but at this time, six women arrived.

Each was unique—one tall and pale, with icy white hair and a mysterious smile; one was dusky-skinned with golden eyes, another was more petite and doll-like; there were also a few mature women with curvy bodies and low cut dresses that highlighted their large chests.

They each took a seat beside one of the demons, who froze—visibly unprepared. freewebnøvel.com

The tall one sat beside Gorran and whispered something in his ear that made his entire body twitch with excitement. He leaned back with a laugh, tossing an arm around her shoulders.

James looked around. The demons were suddenly very quiet, enchanted.

He couldn't blame them.

The lighting was soft and intimate. A faint aphrodisiac scent lingered in the air weaved carefully into the ambiance. The music had softened, the violins weaving a dreamy melody.

The petite doll-like woman leaned over to pour wine into James's glass, her sleeve brushing lightly against his hand.

"Would you like company tonight, sir?" she asked in a voice so smooth it was almost a purr.

James shook his head and said nervously, "I'm just here to chaperone."

The woman smiled knowingly, her red lips were inviting.

"Even chaperones need to relax sometimes."

James' face blushed and he nodded shyly as he accepted her drink. Seeing this the woman's eyes flashed with light.

Soon everyone began to drink and whisper in quiet intimate voices. The woman beside James was very clingy, almost hanging off his body. Her warm skin was barely covered by her dress and as she leaned down, James could see the wide expanse of white.

When she spoke, her lips were mere inches from his ear, her breath hot and sweet.

"You're blushing, sir," she whispered. "Are we too much for you?"

James opened his mouth to respond, but only a nervous chuckle escaped.

As the night continued, everyone began to drink more and more.

The woman climbed softly onto James' lap, straddling him like a kitten playing with a new toy. He stiffened in surprise, but she pressed herself against him, her movements slow, deliberate. James felt her soft body and the heat began to rise.

"Are you a student of the academy sir?"

The woman grabbed his hand and played with his palm.

James nodded weakly, as if intoxicated, "Yes, I'm only a first year...but I am very strong!"

He pointed proudly at Gorran who was drinking and laughing heartily, "I beat that guy over there very easily!"

"Wow you're so strong sir!"

She took his hand and brought it to her full chest, "Can you feel my heart beating?"

"No, no, let me make sure!" He rubbed her chest roughly.

It seems although this student looked quite shy in the beginning, he was the type to become unscrupulous when drunk. There was some disdain in the woman's eyes.

"Oh!" The woman yelped softly in surprise.

At some point James' hand had slipped under her dress and began kneading her breasts.

"Sir, you're so naughty!"

Although she was initially surprised she leaned forward again, and began to move her body on James' lap slowly.

James' skin was getting redder and redder, and his eyes looked glazed over. He hugged the petite woman's small waist with one hand, and the other hand was playing with her cleavage.

Just when everyone was getting in the mood, a harsh voice came from the other table.

"I really don't understand how they can let demon scum into the academy. They are dirty ignorant fools, it's really ruining our reputation!"

The voice was quite loud, and everyone heard it clearly.

The people at the surrounding tables began to talk in loud voices. In fact many people agreed with this sentiment, but they didn't take any action because the demon delegation was approved by the academy.

Gorran, whose stony skin had a hint of red from the wine, suddenly jumped up and slammed his hand on the table.

"What did you say?!"

Everyone, including James, looked to the table next to them.

The people looked like students, but James didn't recognise any of them. Their auras showed they were still low-level mages, so they were probably second or third years.

The one who had spoken had neatly combed blond hair, beady eyes, and a sneer on his face. He remained seated, unfazed by Gorran's fury.

"I said what I said," he repeated, louder this time.

Then, with an oily smile, he turned to the women at the table.

"You ladies should come here instead. No need to let yourselves be pawed by uncultured beasts."

Gorran's eyes flared with crimson light, and the other demons also had fierce expressions on their faces. They seemed to feel that everyone was looking at them, as if watching monkeys in a zoo.

The other demons stood up and surrounded Gorran, while the woman in James' lap hugged him tightly.

"I'm so scared! Are they going to fight?" Her red lips were almost touching his skin.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

James' face was completely red at this point like a cooked shrimp and his words were slurred. Even though he was showing off, if there really was a fight it was clear by his appearance he probably wouldn't be able to help.

The tension began to rise. At this time, the blonde man's companions also stood up. They were all level 2 mages.

The surrounding people all looked curiously. It was a bit unusual that none of the staff had come forward yet. This place was established under the House of Hawthorne, most students would have to bend their heads here.

One the demons couldn't seem to take it anymore. His eyes were belligerent and he rushed forward toward the other table as if he wanted to confront them directly.

But Gorran caught him by the arm. For a moment, it seemed he might de-escalate the situation—his face turned, and his mouth opened as if to speak.

Instead, he shoved his fellow demon aside and charged forward.

The blonde man's smile faltered, realizing too late what was coming. Gorran's punch landed squarely on his jaw with a crack like breaking stone.

Even though there was no magic used, obviously a demon's physical body was too strong.

The blonde man's body flew back, crashing into a cluster of seats. A chorus of gasps followed, and the women around him screamed, scrambling to retreat.