The Feeling of Heartache (Hint)

Once a courtesan's parade was over, the usual process went like this: go to the ageya → meet the customer.

If she did not fancy the customer—too ugly, rejected—she sent him away.

If she did fancy him, they cultivated their feelings, met two or three times, and then...

Ahem. What came next was censored material.

All of that was strange knowledge Wude had found online out of curiosity on behalf of a certain friend.

The key was that Daqisi was not an ordinary courtesan.

Her brother was very strong, so she was merely going through the motions for fun.

Without the ghastly white courtesan makeup, she was still ravishingly beautiful. Standing sideways at the ageya entrance, she curled her middle, ring, and little fingers, hooked up her sleeve with her thumb, and placed her slightly bent index finger against the tip of her nose. Her red lips pursed as she lowered her eyes and smiled faintly.

"I heard everyone who paid to see her got rejected," Person A whispered.

"Oh." Wude nodded. He was not really here to see the courtesan; he was mainly watching that sickly powerful man. Yes, that was right...

Person A had been right. Another foolish pirate offered up his money, only to be mercilessly rejected by Daqisi for being ugly.

"You seem to have gotten something wrong." Daqisi smiled at the pirate. "I said I only like men who can defeat my brother, and they have to be handsome enough."

Daqisi tilted her head back and looked down disdainfully at the skinny pirate, her face full of contempt. "Not only are you ugly, you cannot beat my brother either. Why are you staying here and humiliating yourself?"

"Huh?" Wude stared at Daqisi in surprise. This was not how things were supposed to go.

As the owner, it was not hard to understand that she might reject someone while going through the motions for fun.

But directly offending a customer was completely contrary to the purpose of the event.

"Get lost already! Are you staying here to embarrass yourself?"

"How embarrassing!"

"Get lost!"

Something far beyond Wude's and the tool people's expectations happened.

Rather than blaming Daqisi, the customers and girls on the street all glared angrily at the pirate. They pointed at him, verbally attacked him, and told him to get lost.

"I... What is wrong with you people?" The skinny pirate, being cursed at by everyone, hurriedly looked to his companions. Yet his companions were the same, joining the ranks of those verbally attacking him and hurling abuse at him.

"Get lost already, you embarrassing captain! Why are you still standing here? Leave!" A familiar face cursed at the captain.

"No, you..." The skinny pirate looked into his companion's eyes. Before he could finish, the other man slapped him across the head.

"Get lost!"

"I..." The skinny pirate felt utterly wronged. He might have been no good person, killing and setting fires, but his brothers had been his last companions.

"Ahhh—!"

The cold-blooded man burst into tears with a wail, then ran through the crowd at full speed, howling in his rough voice. His departing figure was desolate.

"How strange..." Person A muttered.

Wude glanced at the pirate who had hit his captain.

Daqisi turned and went back inside, heading up to the second floor.

"What a pity. The boss still has not found a man she likes." A passing middle-aged man clutched his chest in sorrow, his face filled with pain.

"Is it really necessary to be this upset?" Person A marveled at the man's convincing expression.

"You do not understand. Right now, it feels like someone is squeezing our hearts." A young pirate wore a miserable expression, as though his parents had died.

"If I could become her man, it would be like being reborn." A skilled woman from the pleasure district clapped her hands as she spoke.

"Is that really necessary?" Even Wude was speechless. These hired actors were far too professional.

But when he looked around, most people on the street were acting the same way. It was truly bizarre.

Was this like that line from the Pirate Empress: "No matter what I do, I will be forgiven. If you ask why... yes, because I am so beautiful"?

It was far too sickening.

"Let's go. There is nothing fun here," Wude said. The sickly powerful man among the crowd had disappeared.

Just then, a beautifully dressed woman walked out. She bowed to everyone present. "Miss is in a good mood today and will pay to treat everyone here to drinks and a dance performance."

As soon as the young woman finished speaking, everyone erupted in excited cheers, shouting Daqisi's name as well as the sickly man's name.

"Come on, friend. Every business on this island belongs to Miss Daqisi. When she says she is treating everyone, she means she is spending money to buy happiness, hahaha!" a passing middle-aged man said to Wude with a smile.

"She is that insanely rich?" Wude exclaimed.

But amazement was one thing; he was not interested. He still had to go back and develop his Observation Haki.

In a room on the second floor, the window was half open, and a lovely figure leaned out to secretly watch the scene outside.

The woman standing before the crowd continued revealing more news. "At the banquet, Miss's four most famous courtesans will personally perform a dance for everyone present. Those with fate on their side may meet them alone afterward. As for everything that follows, it will depend on your abilities."

"And Miss herself will appear and once again choose a man she likes for a private meeting."

The moment she finished, the crowd stirred. The pirates were wildly excited, and even a few Marines hidden among them secretly wiped away their drool.

"So boring. Bad women are the most boring!" The little girl at the food stall grabbed Wude's hand and tugged him hard in the direction opposite the crowd.

"Yeah, pretty boring. Let's go." Without looking back, Wude walked in the opposite direction and called to the wolfish tool people. "We still have training to do."

On the second floor, the beauty's delicate brows furrowed tightly as she watched that muddy torrent moving against the flow of the crowd.

"Brother, look at that bastard. He heard that I would appear, yet he actually looked disdainful."

"Mm. I will kill him later."

The clear, melodious female voice pouted to her brother about the odd one out in the crowd. The hoarse, magnetic male voice comforted his sister indulgently, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked at that handsome fellow.

"N-no, I did not mean that."

Daqisi thought about what that guy looked like and decided: √

Then she thought about her brother's terrifying ability and decided the other man was probably done for.

Truly—a sea that judged by appearances.

"Hmm?" Xiluo sipped his tea and looked at his sister in confusion. "Can I knock him out, bring him over, and make him kneel before you?"

"..." Daqisi suddenly understood. Her brother and that weirdo shared one thing in common—both were hopelessly dense straight men.

"I want to send one of my courtesans to seduce him and see whether he is as steadfast as you are, Brother." Daqisi licked the corner of her lips, her elbow resting against the windowsill. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lovely eyes were hazy.

Unlike outside, strips of silk were now tightly wrapped around her body, covering her completely. The silk seemed alive as it formed another style of clothing.

Actually, she had not revealed much outside either, since she had been wearing underwear and safety shorts...

"Oh, I get it. Sister wants to make this guy owe us money, then turn him into a slave." Xiluo suddenly understood.

"..." Daqisi could not be bothered to argue.

"My sister really is a demon," Xiluo praised.

Daqisi took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. "Where is that fish that slipped through the net, Brother?"

"I took care of him," Xiluo replied.

"That is good, then~"

Meanwhile, a woman from the pleasure district approached and warmly invited Wude and the others to the banquet.

"Sir, will you not attend the banquet and watch the courtesans dance?"

"Not interested." Wude painfully refused.

Between training and a chance of spending time with a courtesan, he chose the former.

As someone cursed with terrible luck, he never believed in probabilities.

"..." The pleasure district woman was speechless.

With that aura and that level, he had to be at least an Armament Haki-level dense straight man.

Kuroh glanced at the pleasure district woman's chest. Black particles began gathering around Kuroh's own chest, then Kuroh stepped beside Wude.

What is there to look at? It is all black. Wude gave Kuroh a kingly look of contempt.