Lord of Perverted Ladies

With a sigh, I leaned back against the sofa.

Tonight, for once, nothing was on fire.

And that felt like a victory.

The quiet apartment should have helped me relax. Instead, my mind kept circling back to the day. Bianca’s cold smile. Dona trembling on her knees. The wet sounds that still echoed in my memory.

Sleep wasn’t happening.

After twenty minutes of staring at the ceiling, I finally got up.

I needed air.

I grabbed a simple jacket, slipped the new phone into my pocket, and left the apartment. The night streets were still busy. People moved beneath the streetlights, some heading home, others looking for trouble. I wandered without any real destination, letting my feet decide where to go.

The city slowly changed around me.

Wide roads became narrow streets. Bright storefronts gave way to flickering neon signs. The scent of food and traffic faded beneath perfume, smoke, and something sweeter.

By the time I realized where I was going, I was already there.

The Red Lips District.

Bright red and pink neon lights painted the streets. Music leaked from hidden doorways. Laughter mixed with moans drifting through the night air.

It looked exactly like it had in the game.

Women wandered the sidewalks in barely-there outfits. Many had bodies built to destroy a man’s self-control—huge breasts straining against tiny tops, wide hips, thick asses swaying with every step. Some wore skirts so short they barely covered anything.

A few didn’t seem interested in covering anything at all.

I found myself staring before I could stop.

”Ahhn~! Yes... haaah...! Mmmph~!”

”Haaahh...! So good... nngh...! Aaahhh~!”

The sounds came from every direction.

Several exhibitionist ladies openly displayed themselves along the street. One curvy woman standing beneath a streetlamp casually lifted her skirt and spread her wet pussy lips with two fingers.

”Come here, darling... want a taste?” she called.

A man stepped forward without hesitation and slid two fingers inside her.

The woman moaned loudly, pushing her hips forward as he fingered her right there on the sidewalk.

Further down, another woman had her skirt lifted while inviting strangers closer.

”Touch me... I’m already so wet for you...”

A customer accepted the invitation immediately.

She gasped and trembled as his fingers disappeared between her legs.

”Nngh...! Deeper... haaah~!”

”Aaahhh...! I’m... I’m close... hngg~!”

The entire district felt shameless.

And strangely addictive.

One scene stood out more than the others.

A curvy woman with bright blue hair had her back against a wall while a man knelt between her spread legs. He was eating her out right there beneath the neon lights. Her massive tits bounced wildly as her hips rocked against his face.

”Ahhn~! Yes... right there... haaah...! Fuck... deeper... mmmph~!”

Her voice echoed down the street.

Nobody paid attention.

Nobody cared.

Around here, it was just another night.

The deeper I walked, the more of it I saw. Women leaning against walls with skirts raised. Customers openly touching them. Moans, laughter, wet sounds, and music blending together into one endless background noise.

Then I noticed someone watching me.

A tall woman stepped out from a dimly lit alley.

Heavy makeup framed her face. Bright red lipstick matched the neon glow around her. Her breasts were practically spilling from a black lace corset that looked one wrong movement away from surrendering completely. Her hips swayed with every step, thick thighs brushing together as she approached.

She stopped a few feet away and tilted her head.

”Well, well... what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?”

Her voice was low and playful.

She looked me up and down.

At first, she seemed surprised.

Then confused.

She stepped closer.

”Wait... you’re not a girl?”

I stayed silent.

She covered her mouth with one hand and laughed.

”Oh, honey, you had me completely fooled for a moment. That delicate face... that petite body. You look so soft and innocent. I thought some rich girl had wandered into the wrong part of town.”

Her gaze dropped lower before a smirk spread across her face.

”But you’re definitely a boy. A very cute one, too. First time in the Red Lips District?”

I nodded.

Her smile widened.

”Brave or stupid? Hard to tell with boys like you. Most pretty ones who come here don’t last long before someone decides to keep them for the night.”

Her eyes slowly traveled over me again.

This time they lingered.

She leaned forward slightly, her breasts brushing against my arm.

”Though with a face and body like that... you might be the one doing the keeping if you play your cards right. Or you might end up on your knees begging. Depends on your luck tonight, cutie.”

Around us, the district continued as if we didn’t exist.

”Ahh...! Yes... haaahh~!”

”Mmmph...! So deep... nngh~!”

The woman chuckled when she noticed where my eyes kept drifting.

”Like what you see, hmm? This place will eat you alive if you’re not careful... or maybe you’ll enjoy being eaten.”

She slowly licked her lips.

”If you want a personal tour... or something much warmer... you can always ask big sister here. I don’t mind showing a fresh face like yours all the best spots.”

My heartbeat picked up.

The game hadn’t done this place justice.

Seeing it on a screen and standing in the middle of it were two completely different things.

The Red Lips District felt alive.

Every street seemed to pull people deeper inside.

The tall woman watched me for a few seconds before laughing.

”You’re cute.”

I blinked.

She said it so casually that it took me a moment to process.

”What?”

”I said you’re cute.”

Her grin widened.

”You have that look.”

”What look?”

”The look of a boy pretending he isn’t staring at anything.”

I immediately looked away.

Which only made her laugh harder.

Great.

Around us, the district carried on as normal. Music spilled out from nearby buildings. Neon signs flashed overhead. People moved through the streets while conversations and laughter blended into the background noise.

The woman folded her arms.

”So. First time here?”

”Is it that obvious?”

”Painfully.”

That wasn’t the answer I wanted.

She tilted her head.

”You keep looking around like you’re trying to decide whether to run away or keep walking.”

”I haven’t decided yet.”

”Mhm.”

The sound was full of disbelief.

Her eyes wandered over me again.

Not subtly.

Not even a little.

I was starting to understand why people found her dangerous.

She wasn’t hiding anything.

She was openly checking me out.

”So what’s your name, pretty boy?”

For a second, I almost answered automatically.

Then I caught myself.

Giving strangers my real name in a district like this sounded incredibly stupid.

”Luca.”

The fake name slipped out naturally.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly.

I couldn’t tell if she believed me.

Fortunately, she didn’t press the issue.

”Luca.”

She rolled the name around as if testing it.

”Not bad.”

”You make that sound suspicious.”

”Everything about me is suspicious.”

Fair point.

She held out a hand.

”Victoria.”

I shook it.

Her grip was firm.

”Victoria what?”

Her smile widened.

”Victoria Reed. Manager of Peach Brothel.”

I nearly choked.

She laughed immediately.

”Oh, that reaction never gets old.”

”You just casually say that?”

”Why wouldn’t I?”

She spread her arms toward the district.

”We’re standing in the Red Lips District.”

That was unfortunately a fair argument.

Victoria laughed again when I didn’t answer.

”You know, most boys your age come here with friends.”

”Maybe I like walking alone.”

”No.”

The answer came immediately.

”You definitely look like someone who got lost.”

I stared at her.

She stared back.

A few seconds later, she started laughing again.

I was beginning to suspect she enjoyed making fun of people.

The worst part was that she wasn’t completely wrong.

Victoria pulled out a cigarette, then paused.

She looked at me.

Then at the cigarette.

Then put it back away.

The gesture surprised me.

”Changed your mind?”

She shrugged.

”You look like the type who’d complain.”

”I wouldn’t.”

”You absolutely would.”

I probably would.

That earned another laugh.

A phone suddenly buzzed.

Victoria glanced down at the screen.

The playful expression on her face faded slightly.

Not completely.

Just enough for me to notice.

She sighed.

”That’s unfortunate.”

”What is?”

”Work.”

The way she said it made the word sound personally offensive.

I almost smiled.

Almost.

Victoria slipped the phone back into her pocket and took a step backward.

Then another.

”Looks like I have to go.”

”That’s a shame.”

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Her eyebrows immediately rose.

”Oh?”

A smug smile spread across her face.

”Oh?”

I regretted speaking.

Immediately.

Victoria looked far too pleased with herself.

”Careful, Luca.”

She pointed at me.

”Keep saying things like that and I might think you’re flirting.”

I wasn’t.

Probably.

The fact that I couldn’t answer right away only made her grin wider.

”That’s what I thought.”

With that, she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Just like that.

I stood there for a moment watching the spot where she’d vanished.

Then I shook my head.

Five minutes.

I’d known that woman for five minutes.

And somehow she’d managed to make me feel like I was the one being hunted.

That was probably a bad sign.