SECOND CHANCE SEDUCTION

After listening to the blacksmith ramble for a while about his moonlight steel sword, Devon thanked the old man for his wisdom and continued on his way. At the very least, he now knew that his sword was a decent one—if he ever needed to stick someone or something with the pointy end.

Meandering through the streets a little longer, he finally decided it was time to head to the madame's apartment. The garment district was near the town's entrance, and he made his way there with his hands in his pockets, absently kicking at stray pebbles along the road.

This whole situation felt like one of those open-world RPGs where, after a few dozen hours of mining coal and foraging for food, the player just lost all sense of purpose and stopped playing.

At least for now, he could treat the madame's apartment like a waypoint on a minimap—something to wander toward, giving him the illusion of direction in this world.

As he passed through the slums into a nicer part of town, he counted the apartment numbers until he reached 33b. He pulled the key from his pocket, turning it over in his palm. It had been a long time since he'd used a physical key like this—an old-fashioned design with a large hoop and a square-shaped head.

Unlocking the door, Devon stepped into a perfumed living room, a space that reeked of both opulence and depravity. A glittering chandelier hung overhead, its elegance contrasting with the butt-plug tail lying on the otherwise immaculately tidy rug. Silverware, porcelain, and other signs of wealth adorned the dining table.

"Madame Elisa?" he called out.

No response.

Closing the door behind him, Devon took a moment to familiarize himself with the apartment, circling the living and dining areas. He ran his fingers along the grand piano beside a tall, well-stocked bookshelf.

A single strand of curly black hair rested on the piano cushion.

He had noticed that many of the human women in this world bore a resemblance to East Asian women from Earth, though with subtle differences that made them unique. The people here didn't quite fit into any of Earth's racial categories, but black hair seemed incredibly common.

Not that he was complaining.

If anything, the women here were even more alluring. And with the addition of non-human races—elves, sylphs, and more—Devon had to admit that life in this world had its perks.

After fully investigating the lower level, he climbed a rickety staircase to the second floor, where he found a master bedroom beside a smaller servant's quarters.

Inside the master bedroom, a king-sized bed with red satin covers dominated the space. But what caught his eye was the large, plush cat bed beside it.

A cat bed… but the madame didn't seem to own any cats.

He stared at it for a moment, realization dawning.

This was for Lillia.

Her personal servant must have slept here, always within reach of her mistress.

A rustling sound came from downstairs.

Keys jingled in the lock, and Devon turned just as the door opened.

"Oh, you're already here," Madame Elisa said, pleasantly surprised as she stepped inside.

Her voluptuous body, barely contained by a skin-tight one-piece dress, jiggled as she pulled the key from the door and tucked it back into her purse.

"Lillia's staying at the office tonight to do some work," she purred, a sultry smile on her lips. "So we have the place all to ourselves. Ohohoho~"

Devon returned her smile. "I was just upstairs checking out your bedroom—it looks comfortable. Mind if I crash here tonight?"

Madame Elisa grinned coyly. "Of course. We'll share the bed together."

Slipping off her shoes, she placed them neatly on the doormat before casting Devon a playful wink and heading toward the stairs.

"Well? Coming?"

Devon nodded, following her up the staircase.

His pants already felt tight just watching her move—that lasciviously mature body, those thick thighs and wide hips, the soft curve of her slightly chubby waist.

Yeah. Life in this world definitely had its perks.