Izawa Risa

However, inside a house on the left side, what was happening was completely out of sync with the atmosphere of the place.

"My lord, please don't! I only perform for a living!" a beautiful young girl said to the middle-aged man in ornate robes before her, her face filled with terror.

"Heh heh! Whether you perform or not isn't up to you to decide!" The middle-aged man in ornate robes had an ugly appearance, a round head, small eyes, a pale, beardless face, and only patches of hair left on the sides of his head.

"My lord, if you come any closer, I'll call for help!"

"Ah!" The girl screamed.

As the middle-aged man saw the girl's delicate and beautiful figure, looking so pitiful, his breathing quickened.

He raised his thick palm and grabbed directly at the girl's light pink kimono.

A mist had already formed beneath the girl's slender, willow-leaf eyebrows, but she continued to struggle.

"The madam said I have the qualifications to compete for Courtesan, and she promised me she wouldn't let me take customers right now..." the girl's voice was filled with stubbornness.

"Courtesan? Hahaha! Do you think it's that easy to become a Courtesan? She's just waiting for the highest bidder."

"Don't worry, as long as you comply with me, your deadbeat father's debt will be wiped clean!" The middle-aged man forcefully opened the girl's kimono, gazing at the tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin, and the evil fire surging in his heart was completely ignited.

The last time he accidentally saw this girl, he was captivated by her gentle physique and dignified demeanor.

This kind of aura, which required long immersion in calligraphy and painting to cultivate, was precisely his favorite. However, the exorbitant price of a courtesan only allowed him to glance at her from afar.

The potential girls in these corridors needed to learn a vast array of skills, including singing and dancing, calligraphy, tea ceremony, musical instrument performance, as well as conversation, etiquette, and other norms.

The highly trained senior courtesans, in terms of their demeanor, were not much different from noble ladies.

However, their learned skills also included special bedroom techniques to please guests, which was precisely what attracted those noble lords.

The middle-aged man still had some connections with the manager of this establishment, which allowed him to fulfill his wish today.

He directly grabbed the knot of the girl's kimono and then pushed her down onto the bed, his large, fleshy body pressing down on her.

"Ah!"

"Sigh! Have you completed the task assigned from above?" Outside the courtyard, two guards were talking.

"No, working is too difficult... Do the courtesans get consumed so quickly? Why were we even assigned two spots..." a guard in black, in his twenties, complained.

"Hey! I've already paid four quotas this month!"

"The reward money is collected on the spot!" The man beside him said with pride.

"Wow! Senior, where did you get so many resources?"

"If I can't meet the quota again this month, I'll lose my job!" The guard in black showed envy and jealousy.

"Heh heh! Kid, since you've been respectful to me normally, I'll point you in a direction."

"Normal families would never sell their children. You need to find those with habits like gambling and excessive drinking."

"Spend more time in pubs and gambling houses, it's easy!" The man patted the guard in black on the shoulder and spoke eloquently.

"But senior... isn't this a bit wrong? Isn't this luring people into selling their daughters?" The guard in black hesitated.

"Hmph! I didn't realize you were such a soft-hearted person?"

"Then why are you still doing this job?" The man said sarcastically.

"This... it's to make a living..." the guard in black stammered.

"Isn't that right?! Is money clean or dirty? We're not forcing those people to sell, we're just providing them with a channel." The man pretended to be profound as he reminded him.

"Hey, stop talking, someone's coming!"

"Looks like a big customer, maybe we can get more reward money!" The man's eyes lit up as he looked at the two figures approaching in the distance.

"My lord, it's here!" Mori Kazuhiro was stopped by two guards. He looked at Souya with his yellowish-brown eyes, full of anticipation and urgency.

Souya nodded slightly, then glanced at the two guards. A heavy aura pressed down on them, as if they were facing a ferocious beast ready to devour them.

"Take me to see Izawa Risa!" Souya said in an irrefutable tone.

The young guard in black broke out in a sweat on his forehead, frozen in place by the terrifying aura. It was the more experienced man who reacted.

He quickly bowed and welcomed Souya and his companion inside, frantically searching his mind for the name Izawa Risa.

"My lord, please wait here for a moment, I'll take you to see her shortly." The man led Souya into an exquisite side room.

On both sides were maids in gray kimonos, ordinary in appearance, but with very proper posture.

After Souya was seated, the maids quickly brought tea and water, serving him.

A moment later, a middle-aged woman walked in with an pigeon-toed gait, and the guard was saying something behind her.

"Greetings, my lord!"

"You wish to see Izawa Risa, correct?" After waving the guard away, the middle-aged woman immediately knelt opposite Souya with a smile.

She observed Souya, subtly glancing at Mori Kazuhiro beside him without a trace.

"Mmm!" Souya casually lifted the steaming teacup before him, his nostrils twitching. A rich, refreshing aroma filled his senses, like bamboo shoots sprouting in spring.

"I'm truly sorry, sir. Risa has just gone to attend to another guest." The middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup appeared to retain her charm; she must have been a beauty in her youth.

Souya frowned and impatiently said, "Call her over!"

"Sir, this... this is truly unavoidable. All guests are equal, and there's a first-come, first-served policy. You are a guest, and so are they!" The beautiful middle-aged woman's bright red lips moved, her response perfectly seamless.

Souya slammed a piece of pure gold onto the table with a bang.

After all, he possessed Magnet Release and Gold Dust, so he had never worried about money.

"Hurry up and have her come see me!" Souya's tone instantly turned cold, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a notch.