City of Desire: Chapter 613 Carnal Studies

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Note: Content may depict sexual and traumatic themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Myrathra Dawnstar

‘He is here, chair,’ informed my assistant.

‘Send him in,’ I replied. A moment later, the door opened, and a handsome man in his mid to late thirties stepped inside.

‘No wonder he is at the top of the list,’ I thought, looking at the man. There are lists, and this man has topped many.

He is handsome, with sandy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is tall and has a ruggedly handsome face. He walks confidently and purposefully.

I felt faintly attracted to him despite having no interest in the man.

“Department Head Dawnstar,” he greeted in a smooth, stern voice. Thank you for coming, Mr. Rodham.” I thanked him and offered him a seat.

“Please call me ‘Chair’ Dawnstar,” I added as he sat beside me.

“Thank you, Chair Dawnstar. It would be awkward to keep calling you Department Head Dawnstar repeatedly," he joked while I laughed.

I like the man. He is charming and funny.

“I believe Madam Cath has informed you about what we want you to do?” I asked. “Ah, yes—something about using my devastating good looks for… let’s call it ‘extracurricular activities,’” he replied with a smirk.

“It is more nuanced than that,” I stated sombrely. His expressions turned serious, and he arched a brow in question. Cath had given him the basics, enough to understand what we wanted him to do.

I didn’t explain. The basics provided him with enough information.

He will learn the rest during the process, and he seems to find more joy in the journey than in the destination.

“Let’s go,” I said, getting up and walking out of my office with him beside me.

My assistant walked behind me. She is new; she has completed her training but has no experience.

I didn’t bring my personal assistant because I wanted to start this new chapter fresh without any influence from life in Archmage City.

Sometimes, I did miss the life in archmage city, but that feeling occurs less frequently now. I like this small city, and if I’m honest with myself, I am starting to love my job.

It felt like I had found something I had been searching for all my life.

I don’t know if it will give me what I want, but I am willing to stay here just for the contentment I feel here, which sometimes is more precious than the levels.

We didn’t take the elevator, but the stairs. We are going just a floor below. I had shifted the classes that were held there to the lower floors for privacy.

Click!

We reached the fourth floor, and the guard standing by it opened the door.

We entered inside, and there were seven girls dressed beautifully. Along with three teachers and Madam Cath.

She is here to watch and report to the headmistress and Silver.

He agreed with this but with strict conditions. The most important one is one that any girl could leave if they feel uncomfortable.

Though, I don’t think that would be a problem. These seven work in the Velvet Garden and were chosen by me after the observation.

I have been in business long enough to bet that none would stop the lesson mid-way.

Some of them looked excited as they looked at Rodham.

These seven girls are between twenty and twenty-five years old. They are at or above Lv. 20 but below Lv. 25.

I wanted to get those below Lv. 20, but getting them among the working girls is hard.

The Velvet Garden accepts girls from levels 14 to 16. At the end of the training, those girls easily reach levels 18 to 19, and when they enter the Velvet Garden, they reach Lv—20 within the first month.

Over 60% of them reach it in the first week.

Reaching Lv. 20 is hard. I know many whores, I have worked with in my life, who still haven’t reached it yet, but here it feels easy.

I have never seen whores leveling up as quickly as they do here. It’s even faster than Transcendent Pleasure, and that’s a Throne.

I could get those below Lv. 20 among the trainees, but Silver had asked me to start with those working. So, I am doing just that.

If it works as expected, I will work with the trainees, who will benefit the most from it. They will enter the Velvet Garden with a better foundation.

“Chair,” they greeted. I nodded at them. “Everyone, this is Mr. Rodham. He graciously offered to be the first volunteer in the carnal studies practical,” I introduced.

“Ladies,” he greeted charmingly. Making them smile.

I looked at them all, and the power of Enchanting Presence spread. It is a passive skill, but the one I had learned to control precisely.

That is why I had only released half of its power, which is enough here.

“Our curriculum already covers nearly all things. So, we will move directly to practical, which was not part of the curriculum before,” I stated and walked toward the door.

Click!

I opened the door and stepped into the room. It’s a replica of the rooms in the Legacy, complete with furniture, art, and, of course, a beautiful bed.

“Mr. Rodham, please come forward,” I said, and the man walked forward, standing beside the bed.

Although his posture was confident, I could see the nervousness he was trying to hide. This is unsurprising; I would have been surprised if he had not been nervous.

“Veleryth, you will be first,” I said.

The half-elf girl with blue hair in her mid-twenties stepped forward. She is a beautiful, confident, and ambitious girl.

She reminded me of myself, but I had hidden those things when I was her age. Here in Velvet Garden, they are encouraged to show them, to have dreams and ambitions.

She appeared beside Mr. Rodham with a seductive smile. Activating her skills.

“Begin,” I ordered.

“Remember, you are not fucking the man. If he wants to fuck, he could fuck his wife, maid, or anyone else.”

 “You are also not a vessel to satiate his lust. You are the carnal incarnate. You are in control. It is the greatest blessing of his life to have sex with you,” I said to her, activating Privacy.

So, only she and the three teachers could hear my words.

I have read the girl's profile. She is a dominant type and likes to be in control.

These words are only for her. I wouldn’t have used them on Ondelle or others; they have different personalities.

The girl smiled, which was filled with seduction, and walked toward Rodham before appearing in front of him.

“Sit,” she ordered and pushed him gently, activating a skill that made her movement more seductive.

She didn’t take a step toward him, nor did she speak. She just looked, and slowly she removed the pin, that held her luscious blue hair.

The action is seductive, and I could see the lust in Rodham’s eyes intensifying while nervousness receded.

She took a step forward and then another before stopping directly in front of him. She smiled and seductively moved her hand across her dress. A moment later, it slowly slipped off her body.

It is a good skill. I always wanted it.

As the dress fell, she revealed herself in black lingerie. Intensifying the lust in his eyes. He moved his hands toward her.

“Stop him. Remember, you are in control,” I instructed. She gently pushed his hands away and seductively shook her head.

Us whores, even when we are dominant. Hesitate to act on our nature. We have been taught to be submissive because it is safest.

If your actions make the clients angry, then you will be beaten. I have seen many whores. Some of them were my dear friends; even I had been beaten to the inch of my life several times.

Even in my brothel, I advise girls to play it safe, but here in Velvet Garden, I want them to do the opposite.

I want to teach the girls to follow their nature because I am certain that Silver will protect them.

This will help the girls level up faster and bring greater emotional harvest to the legacy. Most important,staying true to themselves will grant them a deep sense of peace—something we whores often find elusive.

She stepped out of the dress and pushed Rodham onto the bed, allowing him to lie on it and climbed on it with him.

“Do it slowly, and let him enjoy the moment,” I instructed. She adjusted her pace, becoming slower and more seductive.

She climbed on top of him before taking his lips fiercely.

“Move your hand over his hair,” I instructed, stepping to the left for a better view.

I looked at them before turning to six girls and three teachers. These three are used to teaching sex. I am training them to teach it through practice.

A single person like me is not enough, and I need to train people to teach the girls.

After I have established myself enough and proved my worth, I will ask Silver to hire some of the people I know. They would be very good at the jobs that the college needs.

Many people have contacted me. Powerful individuals and whores.

Some of them are my peers. The whores of my level; it is a small group, and we maintain some contact.

Many of them are asking about the job.

Many think I have made a mistake by leaving my profitable business, but some are curious about my job.

I didn’t try to poach any of them, and I don’t think Silver is ready to do that. I found out the teaching offer he gave to me had been a sudden flash of inspiration.

He didn’t want a powerful individual, fearing that it would change the values of this place.

He would like to do that when this place develops further and forms its own identity; it already did, but more growth and time are needed.

“Good,” I praised as she bit his lips as she stopped the kiss.

He wanted to continue with it, but she pushed him down and got up before removing her panties, tossing them seductively, and sitting on his face.

This is something he likes.

The Velvet Garden maintains a vast dossier filled with information about him, along with records on thousands of its patrons—an ever-growing collection that expands with new additions every day.

It is common in the high class and even some lower class brothals. Even I had it, but not this detailed. Here, the girls are contacted immediately after they finish with the client.

This is to be noted by a dedicated staff member.

This information is then provided to the girls when the client approaches them.

It is a very efficient system. Even the best brothel, where I worked in the most prosperous city on the continent, didn’t have a system as proficient as this.

“Ahh Ahhh Ahhh…” She began to moan as Rodham ate her.

“Adjust your moans to his pace and rhythm,” I instructed. This is a two-way street. The man reacts to her moans, but she must also respond to his movements.

More to him, because he is a patron, our job is to give him the best experience.

It is how I work. I have no sexual feelings toward men. So, I read them as I fuck. I think this ailment of mine is why I have reached this height; for me, the sex with men is clinical.

I do not get distracted by the pleasure from my body. My focus is giving the man I am fucking the best time. So, he would return over and over.

I withheld information from her about what kind of moans he reacts to. She needs to read it from him.

Most feel good hearing the loud moans; it strokes their masculinity, but a few, like him, are breathless. He likes to read, the body language more than the moans.

Over a minute passed, and she read what I wanted her to. Her moans became low, and her body language more pronounced.

Seeing that, a smile appeared on my face.

Soon, she had an orgasm and kissed him hard before she started undressing him gently while showering kisses as she did.

I guided, corrected, and praised her as she continued.

She took step after step, reaching the penetration, which I think is less important.

To me, foreplay is the most crucial part of sex. It is where the whore needs to work hardest. If one builds enough anticipation in that stage, the penetration stage is a piece of cake.

Minutes passed, and he finally orgasmed. I looked at both of there expressions, and a smile couldn’t help but appear on my face.

“I hope you are not fully spent, Mr. Rodham?” I asked as he finished riding through the waves of orgasm. “Far from spent, Chair Dawnstar,” he replied, looking at six girls.

It wouldn’t be a problem if he was spent and couldn’t go further. My skills are powerful enough to turn him into a bull that could go all day.