17. The not-so-secret swingers party**

Soon, the maids led them to different rooms. As soon as they entered the small dressing room, the maid said, "My lord, you must change your dress. Would you like to help me?"

As Dereck nodded, the maid said she was proficient in her job. She only stopped when only the underwear was left.

"My lord, you must remove it."

"Then what are you waiting for?" 

She touched his jewel a couple of times. Dereck was sure it didn't need to be touched to remove it, but he didn't hate it.

"The madams must be very happy to give birth to my lord's children."

Dereck was slightly surprised by her underhanded question but soon realized her intention.

"I don't have any children." The maid stood up, and she gave him a questioning look. "As a matter of fact, I am yet to have a fiance or consort. However, I recently received a concubine. And I think I made her happy last night."

"Oh!" The maid blushed, turned away, and put a scroll before him. Dereck powered his mana into it, and it evaporated into the air.

"My lord is a mage!"

"Yes." Dereck couldn't help laughing as the maid continued to talk to him while keeping him standing naked. 

"Oh!" The maid responded as she was in deep thought. Still, she brought a long piece of cloth and tied it to his waist.

Well, it couldn't even be called cloth. It was indeed silk and reached up to the ankle. The fabric was thick enough not to let the others see what was inside clearly. However, it gave others some idea of what it was hiding.

Because he knew exactly why he was here, Dereck paid no mind to the fabric or the fact that his leg would poke through it if he walked fast.

Instead, he teased her, "I think you say all the men you bring in here."

"My lord, we have been instructed to ask them to remove the undergarments themselves." And the smirk on the edge of her lips said it all.

"Oh! Thank you for your hard work."

"It is my pleasure, my lord." 

"Then I should give you some gifts too." And Dereck came forward and kissed her. She didn't even hesitate to throw her arms around him.

The only thing that caused them to separate was a knock on the door. "My lord will leave soon," the maid hurriedly announced as she dragged him to a different entrance.

"If I found someone as beautiful as you, should I bring her into this room?"

She giggled, shaking her head, "Every lady had been allocated a room. If a lady loves you, they will take you there and 'rest.' And if you like to taste something different, they will lead you to the room."

"Then how do I meet you again?"

"My Lord!" She pushed him out. Still, he came back and whispered in her ears.

She quickly said with a flushed face, "I am very happy with my job." Though her face was still red, she returned to the door they had entered from.

She paused in front of the door and said, without turning back, "My Lord, why don't you have a meal with me the day after tomorrow? The place called Siren's Den has some good food. I might let my lord taste some local delicacy."

Seeing her back leave, Dereck, too, left the room.

It was a long corridor that led to another door. As soon as he opened it, soft music came in. However, moaning and groaning were more prevalent.

Looking around, he found two types of people. One was like him, the nobles. The men were wearing the same things other than their masks. 

Women, meanwhile, wore long robes fashioned from the same fabrics as men and, like the men, wore masks.

Then there were the ones without masks, which were the only thing they lacked. Only their private parts were covered. 

It was true for the girls, too. They weren't wearing anything on top, either. Even the waitress was the same, too.

Although it wasn't the first time he was in such an event, it was his first time being in one where it was happening in a medieval world.

"It looks like Theresa is guiding the world in a weird direction." Dereck shook his head. It doesn't mean he would be sighing away from such an opportunity. 

'I have never been one where I am a man.' Although excited, he didn't want to jump in with anyone. He wanted to do something exciting.

He started to look around, trying to identify others. His ability to see the small character panel above their heads was enough to find anyone's identity.

And the first woman he liked… Dereck sighed in his heart. "She is really living up to the reputation of my mother."

Yes, it was Veronica Longhorn. And the man she was talking to was a young baron. Baron Sebastian had recently inherited the title from his father. He was 24 and a five-star magic knight. He was pretty capable, even without the title.

Although he wanted some excitement, this was not it. 

The relationship was not a problem for him. As a matter of fact, he didn't remember how many times he had done it with someone related to him. Although there were a few instances of getting married to a brother, the most common was to a cousin.

There was even a mission where he became the queen of his father and gave birth to his children. And that counts only as the human mission. 

This frequently occurred for missions involving non-human entities, such as goblins, orcs, beasts, or even elves.

Such a mission was very problematic for her to get accustomed to. 

'They are not real people. They lived in a different world.' 

He had repeatedly told himself. However, it was still hard for him in the beginning. There was nothing else he could do about it.

The more she did such a mission, the more numb he became with this kind of thing. In the end, he just got accustomed to it.

However, he is not interested in that right now because Veronica was a shield for him. The longer she is there, the easier things will be for him. So, he didn't want to sour the relationship for cheap excitement.

He continued looking at his prey. As he looked around, he found the cousins who had come with him and some who hadn't, like John.

However, he soon noticed a pattern. None of the men were older than thirty. At least he could not see them in the hall. Even the ones between 25 and 30 are few and far between.

Contrarily, the majority of the females were 25 and up. And while some were in their early twenties, nobody was younger than that.

'I get it now.' Dereck sighed. Now, it all makes sense.

The women were the ones who had the room key; why? This is because they had planned the party. So, they were the ones with the room key.

Why was there no older man? It is because they don't want to be caught.

Why aren't there any younger women? They didn't let them come. After all, these are the mothers and mother-in-laws competing against the beauty of the youth.

Dereck looked around, sighing, "It shouldn't be hard to feed the hungry."

Dereck had already locked on the target. He quickly climbed up to the first floor. There was only a little area on the first floor besides the rooms. 

Most people using these areas were either too excited to go to their assigned rooms or had yet to find one that met their needs.

Dereck's prey was the second type. As with Dereck, she wore a half-face mask, but unlike him, her lips were painted a different shade of red.

It was surprising, as prostitutes mostly wore them, and noble women generally hated them. As he waited for the right opportunity, he noticed she wasn't the only one.

Quite a few of the other women were wearing it, too. And he was sure that there was some color that even the prostitutes would hesitate to wear.

However, he didn't have to hesitate anymore, as the right opportunity came running. A woman came running, pulling the boy with her, as she couldn't hold her excitement.

Dereck moved at just the right time, blocking the path. They crashed on his back, making him stumble to his prey, who didn't notice what was happening behind her.

The next thing she knew, his partially hard flesh was being pressed against her buttocks. She was already frustrated. Now, this had ignited her fuse.

She was about to shout, but someone else shouted, "Move out of the way."

Another shove hit her. Holding on to the railing, the man who was leaning against her prevented himself from falling. Consequently, his jewel briefly kissed her thighs as his meat pressed even closer to her.

"Oh!" She gasped. She was soon left with a sense of dissatisfaction as the man moved away from her.

"Forgive me, my lady. I have failed to control myself." 

She turned around to see a man with a lean body bowing to her. One look was enough for her to understand that this man was not a warrior or knight.

"A mage," she mumbled. However, that wasn't her worry, if the thing she felt was real. She didn't even hesitate and grabbed his private without hesitation.

"Oh! My lady." Dereck smirked, adding, "Please be careful."

"You are not hard!" 

"If my lady continues to show her love, it won't be long."

"Quick with words, I see."

"They say I am good with the tongue, too."

"Cute." She came forward, and the kiss fell on his collarbone. Showing the mark, she said, "You are mine."

'Ingenious.' Dereck couldn't help but praise it. However, his face remained stern. "My lady, if I may."

"What?"

"I don't think I will be willing to share such a beautiful lady with another man."

"Oh!" The frown soon turned into a smile. "Do you think it would be enough?"

"If my lady is able to move on her own in the morning, I will serve you the rest of my life."

"Huh!"

"No matter what my lady's identity may be…"

She continued to stare at him for a moment. She smiled at him and patted his back again. "You better not make me regret my decision."

As she said that, he wrapped her body around his arm. Drecek would have been lying if he had said that it didn't send a jolt down to his shaft.

'A true milf she is.' He thought as she led him. At that moment, he didn't realize where she was taking him.

By the time he realized it, it was already too late. She sat down on the sofa and pulled him down to sit beside her.

Sitting directly opposite him was Veronica Longhorn.