I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 197+)

Chapter 240 - A Fresh Start

"You made this?" Mevana's wide eyes switch between the fair reproduction of a penis and Sirgia's firm expression. "Wait. You are the Pleasure Queen?"

Sirgia blinks a few times in mild surprise, glancing at me. "Who?"

Our friend turns the cock upside down again and taps the brand. "Almost all the lewd products for women that appeared in the city bear this symbol. I know Stockhawkers are spreading rumours that it's theirs, but these were on the market before they scooped up all the merchants and their wares under their jurisdiction. The original gossip discussed a Pleasure Queen or Pleasure King since no one was sure about the original creator's gender. Is it really... you?"

My shy lover gains a faint rosy tint over her cute cheeks. "Ummm... I did not make the glass ones, but... Yes, the initial design is mine... Or rather Master's..."

The merchant girl looks at me, then her eyes slide down my front until they pass my belt, her face growing rosier too. "Oh. I see."

Noticing and quickly understanding her misunderstanding, Sirgia frowns lightly. "Not like that. Master was the one to explain it to me and oversee the creation of my schematics. This unremarkable product is nowhere near proper enough to depict his glorious manhood."

Before I can get a word in, the genius toymaker flicks her wrist again and summons another depiction of a dick. This one varies from the other creation in some details and it becomes clear why right away. She's brought out one of the most faithful depictions of my junk there ever was. These are the precious items most of my ladies and some other females keep rather close with them.

Mevana's eyes almost bulge out as her gaze wanders onto the masterfully crafted dick, impossible to differentiate from the real thing just by sight. Realisation fills her flushing face as she definitely recalls the imagery from the dangerous night, her gaze repeatedly sneaking to my waist.

"That looks... Amazing..." she mutters under her breath. "It's like day and night compared to the other one..."

The plump woodworker yelps quietly as the stiff dildo suddenly flies her way, yet her hands catch it from the air on pure instinct. Her hands and fingers are certainly bigger than Sirgia's and have a bit more meat to them, but they still barely encompass the entire length as she holds it in front of her face, which reaches levels of crimson she hasn't shown before, her attention fully locked on the tip pointing at her. A little absentmindedly, her palms start testing the material by kneading it tenderly.

Clearing my throat makes her jump into the air, once again bringing her focus onto my crotch and then face as she is positively steaming from being caught deep in thought. She hastily gives the replica back to the rightful owner while nervously biting down on her bottom lip.

"I'm not sure I should be touching something so... personal," Mevana admits with an apologetic smile.

Sirgia gives my fake cock a longing stroke before showing a warm smile in response. "It's okay. This is a fresh one. And it's not that personal. Every female Master cares for has their own."

"Really?" Our host doesn't hide her shock. "And that's fine with..."

My tiny girlfriend nods happily. "Master encourages us to relieve our desires with these whenever he isn't around to embrace us. He is very understanding of our needs and the needs of every woman around. These particular rubber penises might be a privilege for his mates and trusted companions, but even the lowest of servants have access to all the toys."

"Alright. I think it's time to explain." I rest my hands atop Sirgia's shoulders. "We are gradually moving off the tracks."

Mevana fights to tame her blush and watches us with clear intrigue.