Chapter 3 - My life in the Lustful Domain

It had been approximately a year since my arrival in this unfamiliar world. During that time, I had made significant progress. I could now walk with confidence, my steps growing steadier with each passing day. My accomplishments weren't limited to walking. I had also begun to speak, formulating simple sentences to communicate my thoughts and desires.

I could do much more than simple sentences of course. However, I was cautious about revealing the extent of my abilities. I believed it was wiser to hold back, not displaying the full scope of my capabilities.

In the brothel, there were no boys over the age of five. It was a troubling pattern that I couldn't ignore. Boys who reached the age of five seemed to mysteriously vanish, and fear settled in my heart whenever I thought about their fate.

To safeguard myself, I decided to project myself as a bright and gifted young boy. I understood that appearing capable could potentially improve my treatment and increase my chances of survival. In a world as unpredictable and dangerous as this one, every advantage counted.

***

I understood the significance of structuring my routine right at the beginning. I established a routine that I followed every day.

My typical day would start at sunrise. I would have wanted to start my day earlier, but there were no effective ways of doing that. I hadn't seen an alarm since my arrival here.

As I now slept without my mother, I found myself in a small to medium-sized room shared with other children. This arrangement meant that I was left alone for approximately an hour after sunrise each morning. During this time, I planned my daily tasks and internally practiced the language of this world.

My mother, or more frequently now, another slave, would breastfeed me.

Celestia doesn't seem to like me very much. In fact, most of the time she avoids me. When she does have to be with me, she looks pretty unhappy and even gasps with displease.

After breakfast, the kids are divided into two groups. The first group consists of kids under 5, and the second group comprises girls between the ages of 6 and 13. I'm in Group 1, where we get to play with each other. However, I don't join in to play; instead, I do my own tasks. Group 2 seems to be in charge of daily chores.

Close to noon, all the kids gather together to eat.

Lunch is usually composed of some soup and bread. Potatoes are also often seen on the menu. On very rare occasions there are eggs, cheese and meat.

After the meal, the groups separate and only merge again around 6 hours later.

My group is usually overseen by the old hag, Cirila, when she’s not available, one of the older kids takes charge of us.

Cirila occasionally reads us stories. Whenever she does, I make sure to sit right next to her, trying to learn how to read. I doubt the literacy rate is high in this world, so knowing how to read will provide me with countless advantages down the line.

The alphabet that I've encountered in this world bears a resemblance to Cyrillic. Fortunately, I was familiar with Cyrillic characters in my previous life, which has made my progress considerably faster. I've reached a stage where I can read fluently.

Right before Sundown, all the kids gather together again and have super, occasionally some adults other than Cirila join us.

Finally, right after Sunset all the kids, including myself, head to bed. I make an effort to get enough sleep. Drawing from my knowledge of the previous world, I understand that a child of my age requires at least 11 hours of sleep per day; I assume it's somewhat similar in this world.

***

Once I started walking, I tried exploring the premises. Naturally I wasn't allowed in most places, but I feigned innocence and curiosity, venturing everywhere I could anyways.

Based on my observations, this three-story building has an "L" shape. The frontal rectangle constitutes the main section visited by clients. The ground floor primarily functions as a welcoming area, where patrons initiate their selection of a slave. As for the second and third floors, they accommodate a collective of 24 rooms, each differing in size. You can probably guess what those rooms were for.

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The subsequent section of the building serves as the habitation for the slaves. The first floor encompasses a kitchen, a modest warehouse, and a medium sized dining hall. Moving to the second floor, it accommodates the sleeping chambers of the slaves, among them mine. A total of 12 individual rooms can be counted. Finally, the third level is where Grit's private office along with a compact bedroom is located. He frequently departs from the premises and doesn't spend much time sleeping here; this is unlikely his primary residence. Beyond his personal space, this floor also houses sleeping quarters for his staff, including Cirila. Additionally, there's a moderately-sized attic utilized as a workshop, where basic clothing and carpentry work are undertaken. This attic is a shared space for the entire building.

The establishment has a gated courtyard in the back. There, you’ll see a well that provides water and a large shed for firewood. In the left corner, there is an apple tree.

Although I’ve never been brought outside the brothel, I was brought to the courtyard almost daily. From there I was able to observe the building from the outside.

It was constructed from large rocks, resembling a Scottish stone cottage in design. The roof was crafted of large solid wooden planks. Objectively, it was a beautiful, but slightly somber building.

I attempted to peek beyond the house, yet the stone fence, standing at a height of at least two and a half meters, obstructed the majority of my view.

My sight was limited to catching a glimpse of the building situated behind ours and the one beside it. Both were three-story stone structures similar to mine, but less majestic in built.

***

As I neared completion of my mental map of the building, I had already achieved proficiency in reading and speaking. My focus had shifted to the quest for information about the outside world. To that end, I resorted to eavesdropping on the conversations between customers and the ladies.

“What are you doing there!” barked a customer angrily.

“Uhhh sorry mister” I uttered innocently.

That reply calmed the situation, but the client then went on a rant about how he wasn't paying top money to get spied on by my little kids.

I got profoundly scolded that evening. However, that was a price I was willing to easily pay for invaluable information.

In just a few short weeks of me spying, I was able to find out that the town we lived in was called Andrena and was part of a relatively large kingdom by the name of Stormhaven.

Most of the brothel's clients were so-called adventurers, a fancy name for mercenaries. They were rough folk but carried valuable information due to their constant travels.

The more I heard about the outside world, the more I wanted to go outside myself and explore it. Ultimately though, I wanted to dominate it.

Yes, domination and ownership were my objectives.

***

In the military, the acronym SMESC is often used. It’s an acronym for efficiently giving information about a particular mission, or objective. Here’s the one I created for my own mission.

Situation

Enemy: Grit, the owner of the establishment. He is equipped with a pair of strong arms and can wield a sword effectively. He holds significant influence within the establishment and potentially beyond. He employs two guards within the establishment and potentially more hired hands outside.

Friendlies: Nil

Local Population: Medieval society. Most individuals carry swords, or daggers. The population seems militarized.

Intention of General Staff (me): Subject this world to my domination.

Intention of Company Commander (also me): Increase my influence in the town of Andrena.

Main Effort: Take control of trade and production.

Final State: Take complete control of trade production in the region making me the de facto owner of this area.

Mission

Gather information about the outside world.

Execution

Intention: Gather pertinent information that could help me down the line with the objective of monopolizing production and trade.

Phase 1: Gathering information from my immediate surroundings, the other slaves and employees at the establishment.

Phase 2: Gathering information from the brothel's clients.

Main Effort: Gather information.

Secondary effort: Secure my first monetary resources.

Final State: Having gathered enough information to proceed with subsequent missions.

Service and Support

Not applicable (yet)

Command and Transmissions

I am in command, and currently alone in my endeavor.

***

And so, as the day turned to night, I lay in my bed, mind brimming with plans and possibilities, ready to take on whatever this world had to offer.