I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"Oh, is it so."

Fingel admitted that he envied muscular guys, but he was too lazy to exercise—if it weren't for his naturally strong physique, he probably would have been overweight long ago.

"I actually think some muscles look good. It makes me feel like my body is always in peak condition and helps me stay young."

He suddenly wondered—would he still be able to go back to Frilian's side? Although it was possible for him to go back, what would his attitude be then?

Will I end up as a fat, middle-aged man, helplessly watching my receding hairline like in my past life, silently losing my pearly white hairs after never having had sex? Probably not, after all, I age very slowly, and I've had a good life this time.

However... it might really happen, when Frilian is in her prime, while I am old and frail.

"Hey."

Fingel sighed, wondering if his younger brother would still be able to fight then, and if he could still do anything to Frilian.

Time, please slow down! Don't let my second brother get old!

I'd give anything, even if it meant killing Frilian... wait, no, and Aura too. Is Flame still alive a thousand years later? If she died of old age, could she be resurrected?

Fingel's expression turned sad. Had they unknowingly formed such a deep bond?

It's no longer something that can be solved by simply ignoring it.

"Is Mr. Fingel already thinking about such things at his age?"

Wiz was slightly surprised and looked at the boy with deep, seemingly sorrowful eyes, and couldn't help but feel curious.

What kind of past does he have?

................

[The 100th anniversary of Fingel's disappearance.]

In a noisy tavern late at night, the sound of a bed tumbling and silvery moans came from the ceiling.

"Ahhh~ Ohhh~ Harder! Harder!"

"Don't stop! Fuck me like you hate demons!"

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh!!!!"

! ! ! !

On the large bed, unable to fall asleep, Frillie covered her ears, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"Ugh, so annoying, it's so noisy!"

'Can't we just make love quietly...? Humans are such a hassle.'

She recalled that once she accidentally heard what sounded like a sow squealing coming from outside the house, but later Frillie discovered that it was her master and Fingel making the noise.

'Is Fingel going to do something like that to me too?'

The thought of such a terrible thing happening to her sent a chill down Frillie's spine.

Although she had come to understand through experience that her relationship with Fingel was definitely not ordinary, and that the bastard definitely wanted to train her—it was just that for various reasons she hadn't been forced to do that kind of thing.

Although she doesn't mind doing it with Fingel,... that kind of posture feels weird, doesn't it?

Frillie couldn't help but shiver.

'Finger's is really big, can my body handle it? Master is making those strange noises, is that because he's in pain?'

............

【Suqing World. 】

'It's huge! I can't even hold it with both hands!'

A startling blush spread across Wiz's pitiful face as she knelt before Fingel, cautiously touching that thing—yet at the moment of touch, she recoiled as if by lightning.

"Do we really have to do this? I... I'm not mentally prepared yet."

"What, isn't it your duty as a maid to help your master wipe his body?" Although his body had shamefully reacted, Fingel's eyes remained surprisingly indifferent. "Please don't waste your time."

After wiping his body clean, he made an excessive request, asking Wiz to wipe his genitals clean as well.

~！ ！ ！

"This is sexual harassment! Mr. Fingel, I will absolutely not allow it!"

Wiz clutched his chest, trying to leave in fear... but found he couldn't move his body, his shifty eyes occasionally glancing at Fingel's body.

This man is really weird! He looked so sad just a second ago, and now he's trying to sexually harass someone! Is this guy mentally unstable?

The more impactful and engorged visuals left Wiz feeling somewhat...excited.

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Author's Note: If this helps your conduit, then my purpose has been achieved—"An Epitaph for a Failing Author"

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Chapter Sixteen: Yes, that's it, kimoji

"What's the point of keeping a maid who can't even do this little thing right?"

Fingel said calmly, without a trace of pity in his expression.

"But..."

Wiz crouched down in front of Fingel, staring tremblingly at Fingel's body, his eyes turning into mosquito coil-like pupils—clearly somewhat stunned.

"Shut up! You velvet ball maid, has all the nutrients in your brain been absorbed by your wicked breasts? Now carry out the order!"

Fingel slapped Wiz's fasting spot, and who knows how he managed to do it in such a tricky way.

"Snapped!"

Her full buttocks trembled alluringly under the heavy blows, the slapping sound like a watermelon splitting open automatically, ripe and captivating.

"Mr. Fingel, what are you doing?"

"If you continue this sexual harassment, I won't continue working here even if I have to fire you!"

Wiz was startled and quickly covered his own body as he stood up, like a frightened little animal.

[This guy must be using this opportunity to try and get me to do my fasting!]

She blushed, clearly having crossed a line that Wiz found unacceptable—Wiz thought about it carefully and realized that even if they were to start a relationship, things were progressing too fast!

"Hmph, enough nonsense."

"At least... finish your task now, you coarse linen maid!"

Fingel grunted twice and didn't press the matter further.

“That’s too much… Mr. Fingel.”

"It's written in black and white, a contract of servitude you wrote yourself."

"I... I'm awful, I'll do it."

Under someone's evil coercion, Wiz finally reached out his hand, trembling, and gently covered Fingel's body with a white cloth.

He gently wiped it—and gradually, Fingel began to react again.

'Hu~'

He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Although it couldn't compare to the feeling of having been with Flame for a long time, this youthful and shy feeling was something he had never experienced before—it brought him great sensory stimulation.

Anyone who has been with a woman knows that it's not just about the fleeting pleasure of climax, but more about the psychological satisfaction and stimulation. Wiz fulfilled what Fingel wanted: the kind of careful, intimate happiness he felt with his beloved in a hotel.

"You can't clean it like that. You have to do it like this... Yes, rub it repeatedly, stroke it."

Fingel patiently guided Wiz, holding his hand.

"Is this really helping to wipe the body?"

Wiz's heart was racing... He touched it, what was he doing?

She's not an idiot; she naturally knows what she's doing.

"What does it matter? In my hometown, close male and female friends will shower together and help each other masturbate."

???

Wiz has some mild doubts about you.

"Really? How could something like this exist..."

"Of course, I swear on Japan."

Fingel's tactical black face and serious demeanor successfully deceived Wiz, the kind and innocent girl.

...

Tens of minutes later.

"Yes! That's it, right, Komoji!"

With the impulse gone, Fingal had enjoyed his pleasure to the fullest.

"Good girl~"

He commented as follows.

“It’s so dirty…it got in my hair, Mr. Fingel.”

?

Ah this....

"Oh? Sorry, sorry... You can take a shower here first, I won't bother you anymore."

Leaving Wiz with a face full of resentment, Fingel ran off as fast as he could.

"Olive! That was awesome!"

"Finger, you bastard... you fucking dirty doge."

Fingel was in an extremely cheerful mood.

How do you keep life enjoyable? Fingel wants to tell everyone that you should just let a beautiful girl help you masturbate.

............................

Time flies, and a week has passed. During this time, his relationship with Wiz has clearly warmed up, and the beautiful girl's favorability rating has reached nearly 200 points—but it has not yet broken through the limit.

Although he played the game for a bit under the pretext of 'helping to wipe his body,' Wiz refused to agree to more of the games, just like the game itself, unable to break through the final bottleneck.

Although she may seem a bit carefree, thick-skinned, and easily taken advantage of, Wiz actually has a very high bottom line.

'What a pity... Oh well.'

'Let's earn some money through quests... After that, hiring a maid will cost money, hiring a butler will cost money, and I'll also need to place a few quests and find some farmers.'

Fingel sighed. It wasn't that he was short of money—after his subsequent research, he realized that the combined value of his treasures was probably even higher, and he still had about five or six hundred million left.

However, the problem is that his remaining treasures are all very distinctive, and selling them through official channels would easily expose them. Even the black market is not very safe. This has resulted in Fingel only having ten or twenty million Eris on hand, which is very detrimental to his plan of 'building a harem in another world using a manor'.

Oh right, the so-called "otherworld harem plan" refers to finding four to six beautiful girls to become part of one's harem and live in the manor.

Ideally, one should also acquire a territory and a noble status, making it more legitimate, since nobles in this other world are allowed to have concubines.

Current targets include: Luna, Wiz, and others are pending.

He also has a money-making plan. He plans to replicate the cigarette production base in the other world. This requires collecting and identifying some tobacco that can be used for production, as well as a sufficient number of high-tech farmers.

'It all costs money...looks like I'll have to do some challenging tasks to earn money.'

With a heart full of longing for a bright future, Fingel came to the guild to accept a quest.

Don't be fooled by the fact that most quests only cost tens or hundreds of thousands of Eris; the guild still has many unresolved high-difficulty quests—each worth millions, or even more!

With Fingel's abilities, such as completing a task every three days, he could clear out most of the high-difficulty tasks in Assassin's Creed in a few months, which would give him enough money.

He had been working towards this goal for several days, and had already killed several high-level magical beasts.

Upon arriving at the guild's entrance, Fingel pushed the door open.

"Her period!"