Leon Ford gradually learned more about this strange world from Red-Hawk Shane. Its structure was very similar to the One Piece world he knew, but the details were twisted in a very adult direction.
You could think of it as an adult version of the One Piece world — wilder, looser, and far more shameless than the original.
"You ate the Cowherd Fruit I've been treasuring for years. You have to compensate me for it!"
"Big bro, what's your name, anyway?"
The moment he heard the word "compensate," Leon immediately tried to get closer to him.
"Shane. Red-Hawk Shane."
"As expected, he really is Shane…"
After confirming the man's name, Leon became even more convinced that this host-club world was some warped, adult parody of the One Piece world.
"I didn't steal it on purpose. How about we just forget the whole 'compensation' thing, yeah?"
"No way, that doesn't count! I've treasured that Cowherd Fruit for ten years. Ten years!"
"Seriously? You have the nerve to say that?"
When Leon realized the soft approach wasn't working, he switched to a more aggressive tactic.
"You coward! You were too scared to eat the Cowherd Fruit yourself because of the curse in that old legend, weren't you?"
"If you didn't dare eat it, you could've just thrown it away. Why hide it here?"
"Now look what happened! I just happened to stumble across it and eat it, and I'm the one who ends up losing true love!"
Leon grabbed Shane by the collar with both hands, his expression full of anguish and resentment.
The ever-confident Shane, who had just been demanding compensation from Leon, suddenly fell silent. Seeing Leon's pained, almost tragic look, he couldn't help but sink into thought.
As Leon said, if he hadn't hidden the Cowherd Fruit, Leon wouldn't have found it.
If Leon hadn't eaten it, he wouldn't have lost his true love.
So in the end… wasn't this actually his fault?
"No, no, that's not right. That's definitely not my fault!"
Shane snapped out of it and shook his head hard.
"You little brat, you almost had me there."
"Stop talking nonsense and pay up!"
"Sorry, but I'm completely broke."
Leon spread his hands helplessly. He had just transmigrated into this world, and he didn't have a single coin to his name. Even his pockets were half torn.
"If you don't have money, then pay with your body."
"If you can serve one client properly tonight and make her satisfied, I'll write off this entire debt."
"…You're not seriously asking me to sell my body, are you?"
Leon's eyes darted rapidly as he processed that. He wasn't stupid — if he could clear the debt by "serving" one client well…
There was only one meaning behind that.
He had just arrived in this world and was already being forced into selling his charms. That was more than a little hard for him to accept.
"You ate the Cowherd Fruit. You're destined to walk the path of the host."
"Besides, real male escorts don't sell their bodies, much less throw away their dignity!"
"Wait, wait, you just said they don't sell their bodies?"
"You should've led with that!"
Leon let out a long breath of relief when he heard that he wouldn't actually have to "sacrifice his body" in the way he'd imagined.
"In that case, I'll take the job."
"But remember your promise — once this is over, you're not allowed to bring up the Cowherd Fruit ever again."
"You just focus on taking good care of that guest first. Don't say I didn't warn you… she's not easy to handle."
After a brief exchange, Shane led Leon into a lavish karaoke bar and guided him to one of the private rooms.
"You wait in here."
Leaving that one line behind, Shane turned and left.
At first, Leon was a little nervous. But after waiting several minutes with no one coming in, he gradually relaxed.
He casually picked up some fruit on the table and tossed it into his mouth. Not satisfied with just snacking, he grabbed a bottle of wine and twisted it open.
Crossing one leg over the other, he took a sip of wine and a bite of fruit, alternating between the two.
"What kind of wine is this? It barely tastes like anything…"
It wasn't that the wine had no taste — Leon just thought it wasn't nearly strong enough.
It had a light, pleasant fragrance, but it probably didn't even have the alcohol content of beer.
Just as he put the bottle back down, the door to the private room opened with a soft click, and a woman in a red dress stepped inside.
"Holy— she's stunning…"
Before coming here, Leon had imagined all kinds of female clients in his head: fat, big-eared, ugly, oddly shaped… But he hadn't expected his first client to be this gorgeous.
Judging from her height, she was at least 170 centimeters. With her heels, she stood around 175.
She had an oval face, refined features, and long, flowing hair cascading down like silk. Her bright red lips were so enticing that after just a few glances, Leon felt an irrational urge to take a bite.
"Honored guest, how should I address you?"
Leon stepped forward first, taking the initiative to greet her.
"Luna Crescent."
The woman's voice was soft and smooth. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her bag, slid one between her lips, and lit it with practiced ease.
After taking a slow drag, she exhaled deliberately — blowing a cloud of smoke right into Leon's face.
"Damn… little fox, is she trying to seduce me on purpose?"
"Are you new?"
Luna Crescent glanced at him over. "Fair skin, nice looks… I wonder how he performs in bed."
"My shoulders are a bit sore. Give me a massage first."
Luna lifted a hand and tapped her own shoulder, and Leon immediately understood.
He moved behind her and placed his hands gently on her shoulders.
"You're so weak. Haven't you eaten?"
Leon had barely pressed a few times before Luna started complaining.
He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip, increasing the pressure.
"Better. You can go a little harder."
She still sounded unsatisfied, so Leon had no choice but to increase the pressure yet again.
As time passed, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Leon's hands began to move faster and faster. He himself didn't know why they were speeding up — it felt like his fingers had developed a will of their own. He could even say… he couldn't fully control his hands anymore.
At that moment, a strange string of text appeared in his mind out of nowhere.
Seductive Massage Hands.
Once used, they can instantly soothe a woman's mood.
Current level of comprehension: Level 1.
Once fully mastered, their effect can drive women to the brink of losing their minds…
--------------
T/N:
Access 30 chapters in advance on my P@treon: [email protected]/FicTale
(Replace @ with a)
Thanks :)