6 Wildest Fantasy

'Which mark are they talking about?' Aryan thought but didn't ask the question out loud. Despite Alan's formal clothing and vulnerable appearance, his other hand was slightly holding the tip of his silver long sword.

'He looks like those 'knight in the silver armor' characters from female fantasy.' Aryan thought, looking at the man before him. As the narcissist he was, there were only very few times when he met any other men more attractive than him. This time, I was one of them.

"You didn't answer my question earlier; how are you feeling about this place?" Karl asked as he sat on the sofa opposite Alan. As soon as he did, a woman with a slender figure welcomed him with a glass of wine.

"Although I don't usually like flashy places, this one is considerably better," Alan said with a slight smile on his face. To which Karl began laughing again.

"Yes, he is my sworn brother I told you about. " Karl said, pointing at Aryan, sitting next to him. He then pointed at Alan and introduced him: "Meet Alan, the captain of Royal Knights Squad 7. And if you don't go by his looks, he is crazy strong."

Aryan just uncomfortably smiled and didn't know how to react, he was just getting this unusual vibe from Alan that he didn't know how to express.

"So, Karl took you here to celebrate your 18th birthday, I guess?" Alan asked, and with a smile on his face, he snapped his finger, and as if out of nowhere, a vile of red potion appeared in his hand.

"Here, take this. Consider it my birthday gift." He threw the potion toward Aryan.

"Oh, thanks!" Aryan coughed, looking at the small red vile. "But what is this, btw?"

"Call it a high-quality stamina potion. You will need it." Alan said it with a smirk.

Aryan didn't ask twice, as he kept the potion with him. In the next action, Karl clapped twice, and as he did, almost a dozen women of different races, ages, and colors lined up before them.

"I wonder what the customer wants a taste of today." A seductive voice asked, coming from a demihuman. Silver hairs bounced off her body, and a silver tail playfully waged around.

Even though all of the girls standing there were beautiful on their own, this one was just heavenly. Like a fairy from the moon.

"Oh, Livia, sorry to disappoint you. But today's customer is not me, but my brother." Karl said, wagging his hand.

'That redhead baster is a regular customer?' Aryan thought his face was hotter than forging iron.

"Oh, is that... the case?" Livia asked, her two sharp fox ears stiffening as she walked towards Aryan. Biting her lips, she said, "Then why not personally take care of him?" She asked, running her finger on his face.

Aryan, with no female interaction so far, was just stunned by the comparison.

Livia smiled as she walked towards a certain room upstairs.

"Damn! She barely interests anyone; from what I know, no one can buy her services; it doesn't matter how much money you pay." Karl said, taken aback by her action.

Instantly, he pushed Aryan on his back. "Follow her, you dumbass; it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Aryan, his heart beating rapidly, walked upstairs to the same room. The wooden door behind him was closed automatically by some invisible force.

"Do you know how lucky you are?" A seductive voice asked him.

Aryan turned to look at Livia, sitting on her bed.

"Hmhm," she playfully giggled as she dropped her vile to reveal her curves. "In my history of this city, no man has ever walked out of my room unsatisfied."

"Tell me, young boy, what is it you desire?" She slowly laid on her back, with legs folded, so one could easily catch glimpses of her interiors. But Aryan's mind was somewhere else.

"Really? Today I feel like I am the luckiest person alive." Aryan chuckled, then he laughed, like a devil, plotting something hideous.

"You said you have a reputation of no man walking outside this room unsatisfied, right?" He asked, walking closer and closer to her. "Are you sure you can give me what I want?"

"I always have an interest in unique things." She chuckled, surprised by the change of attitude. "Tell me what you carve for, and I will see your wish fulfilled."

Aryan's smile widened; he too sat on the bed and asked, "If I tell you what I want, there is a chance you can see it outside."

"Tsk," Livia chuckled as he sat up, with barely a few centimeters of distance between him and Aryan. "What happens in this room stays in this room. You won't hear a word outside."

'So this is the opportunity God bestowed upon me.' Aryan thought, as he slowly held Livia's hand and looked into her eyes, "Livia, I wanted this since the moment I came into this world."

"I have been lost for a while now. I didn't know what to do; what is my purpose in this world?" Aryan said with an unknown intensity in his eyes, "But now since I am with you, I feel like... you are the only one who can help me find out about the world. About myself."

Livia's expression changed. Looking at the burning intensity in Aryan's eyes, she felt her whole body burning, submitting to his desire: "Then find the answers in me; find yourself. Extract what you want."

"Yes, Livia, only you can give me the thing I desire." Aryan held tightly on both of her hands and said, "What I want is information."

Silence fell…

Both of them looked at each other. Livia's expression was frozen on her face.

"What the fuck?" Livia exclaimed. "Is that some new sex position I don't know about?" She exclaimed, and her seductive voice turned normal.

"No livia. This is what I truly want." Aryan said, in a polite tone, "I want you to teach me about this world, its history, and its social structure. I want to know about magic, Livia; you are the only person I could ask for."

"Are you insane or what?" Livia almost shouted. "I am a prostitute, not a teacher. What are you expecting me to do in the red light district?"

Her calm demeanor had left her face, replaced by a frown and annoyance. "Jeez, such a mood spoiler. You know what? Just get out and play with other girls."

"I see, so you have backed down on your words," Aryan said and the sharp smile on his face never changed. "In that case, I need to play my special card."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Livia asked, surprised and afraid at the same time. Her mind just couldn't wonder what this man could pull off and when.

"You said you have a track record of never disappointing a client, right?" Aryan asked, and an evil aura was flowing around his body. "Imagine if I walk outside in a matter of a minute, with a sad face, and say, Your thing is too big."

"Wait, you can't do this," Livia exclaimed, her lips tickling.

"Or, what if I say, you are so dry inside that my thing got hurt?" Aryan said, comically replicating the pose.

"That's even worse, and... is that even possible?" She asked, almost on the verge of crying.

"Or wait, I have an even better option," Aryan said, his evil smile widening even more. What if I start shouting for help right now? When Karl and Alan enter inside, I just have to tell them, You want to do me the wrong way."

Livia was stunned, her teary eyes almost on the verge of crying as she looked at Aryan. "You evil man... What does it even mean to 'do it the other way'? Don't you have some shame or pride? (T_T)"

In response, Aryan didn't say anything and just kept smiling at her.

"Sob..sob..fine," she said, wiping off her tears. "Ask what you want."

With this statement, Livia's most haunted night began.