Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

Chapter 4: Backroom examination (18+)

Taking a glimpse at the black card in his hand, Devon read the text engraved in the metal. For special purposes only <3 was what it said.

It seemed suspicious, but to be honest, he didn't care if it was a trap or not at this point. This whole sequence of events since his death seemed like a fever dream to him, and so he decided to just play along for the moment.

Wiping the last bit of blood from his clothes with a rag he found in his pocket, he tossed the bloody rag into a bin and folded his clothes in such a way that the wound was no longer visible. Unbelievably, the sword wound itself managed to close itself as if nothing ever happened, leaving behind flawless skin without a hint of scarring.

The intense vitality and energy from his body was in stark contrast with the beaten and drained soul that occupied that body. It really was a [Dead man walking].

Devon skirted past drunk adventurers and pretty waitresses as he headed towards the curtain that led to the backroom. Pushing through the curtain, he found himself face to face with a large man with crossed arms.

"No card, no entry," he said in a gruff voice.

Handing over the black card for the bouncer to examine it, Devon looked around curiously. The door to the backroom was rather unassuming.

After looking over the black card and nodding, the bouncer stepped to the side and opened up the door for Devon.

The first sensation that hit him was the smell. A fruity, almost intoxicating scented smoke spilled out from the inside of the backroom as he stepped into what looked like a hookah bar. As he walked in, the bodyguard shut the door behind him.

"Ooh, welcome, welcome!" a voluptuous woman in her thirties greeted Devon as he walked into the bar. A beauty mark on her cheek accentuated her sensual allure, and her hips were exaggeratedly wide. "A new customer, or perhaps...?"

Devon held up his black card. "The receptionist told me that I could find work here?"

"Hoho, I see," she replied. "Come, come."

She pulled Devon behind the counter, and took out a magical measuring string.

"Hm 184 centimeters," she said, pulling the string up to Devon's head.

Pushing her curly black hair back, she then put her hand on his chest and ran it down his body. "Built reasonably well" she dictated to what seemed to be a small yellow bird familiar on her shoulder. The familiar chirped in response, taking mental note of the dictation.

Then she put her hands on his pants, feeling the sensation of his bulge through the leather. "I'll need to have a closer look," she said.

Her fingers went under the elastic waist of the pants and pulled down, slipping his pants down to his knees as his large cock flopped out into the open air.

"Hmmm," she hummed, examining the fat cock covered with odd pubic hair here and there.

The madame sank to her knees and began tugging at Devon's fat semi-erect penis, then began sucking it before it was even fully hard. Devon felt his blood rush to his cock as her tongue swirled around his dick as she deep throated him.

"Hah," she panted, taking her mouth off his penis for a moment. She brought the string to it and measured it.

"Not bad at all A-rank."

The yellow familiar chirped and hopped off onto the table, picking up a quill with its beak and dipping it into an inkwell, before it began scratching a piece of parchment.

Wiping the saliva off her lips, the madame stood back up and smiled. "I'm Madame Elisa. It'll be a pleasure working with you from now on, Devon. You'll be very busy, hoho"

Devon grabbed madame Elisa's waist and pulled her towards him. "You can't just leave me like this and stop here, madame."

He really didn't care about the consequences of anything. After all, he had nothing to lose.

Pulling up the madame's one piece dress and exposing her vulnerable area, Devon pushed her onto the wall and lifted one of her legs above his shoulder. He pressed his cock against her panties, as a bit of her soft pussy peeked out from underneath the fabric.

"We shouldn't do this, you need to see some customers," madame Elisa said while resisting.

Devon ignored her, pushing her panties to the side and shoving his cock into her warm and wet meat sleeve. The madame moaned as the veiny man dildo forced its way deeper into her soft and vulnerable pussy.

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