I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 43 - Through the Eyes of Another: The Samurai's Sleepless Night

Meanwhile, somewhere near one of the vassal kingdoms - Ronerulle, to the south of Evalitia's capital...

I roll from one side to another in my sleeping bag, trying to muffle the intense sounds coming from the tent adjacent to mine with a fluffy pillow rolled around my head. It's already been an hour or two since they started and there are no signs of them ending anytime soon.

Violent, rhythmic slapping is accompanied by a myriad of different moans, gasps and grunts. Occasional shouts and curses get released into the air with a lot of giggling and chuckling from both a man and a woman. It's insufferable. I bet it's like three in the morning already and I haven't gotten even a whiff of sleep.

「Uuuughhhhhhhhhh... Enough!」

I take the pillow off my ears, raise myself to a sitting position and slam it into the ground furiously.

"Ahnnnn... ahhhhh... ahhhhh... you beast... ahhhh... so fierce... ahhhh... moooreeee..."

"You love it there... uuuuffff... huuuuuh..."

Without any second of delay, the now unobstructed and clearly noticeable sounds of battle from the people to my right instantly fill in the quiet air. The amount of dirty talk surrounding it makes me start feeling a warm sensation spreading through my cheeks as my fingers grasp the sheets of my bedroll tightly.

Shaking my head to clear all the thoughts and imagery, I stand up, get into my boots and leave the tent. Furrowing my brows, I take one last glance at the slightly fluttering structure next to my own shelter and head the opposite way with a snort.

「Cursed horndogs...」

Not that far away from where the tents are put down, a small campfire is currently rippling with lively tongues of red and orange. The distance is not enough to make the noises completely disappear, but it's much better than lying right by the source.

Natalie-san is sitting near it on the ground, with her guitar placed on her lap, serving as a table, and writing something in her small notebook with one hand while the other supports her head, resting the elbow on the wooden instrument. She looks so beautiful with part of her golden hair hung over her ear, showing her amazingly calm profile.

She notices my approach, moving only her eyes to the side for a moment and then getting back to focusing on whatever she was doing. I sit down on my knees by the fire and stare at the enchanting figure of Natalie-san focusing on her writing. After a few moments, she stops, closes the notebook and glances back at me. I quickly move my eyes to the fire.

"My shift doesn't end for three more hours."

A soft and melodic voice travels through the air and reaches my ears. I could never understand how someone can have such a pure and musical tone. It's like Natalie-san was destined to become an actress or a singer from the day she was born.

Countless men fall for her angelic voice the instant they hear it on TV or on the radio. And it's not only boys. Even in our small school, there were girls who fawned over the distant, blond beauty with heavenly vocal skills. Many approached her just to get turned down in a blink. She didn't seem even slightly interested in anyone. I feel really lucky to be able to call myself Natalie-san's friend as she doesn't allow other people to get even this close to her, giving them the cold shoulder treatment.

I nod to her words. "I know."

"And it's Marcia who is supposed to take over."

I nod again. "I know."

"Can't sleep?" she asks.

I groan while rolling my eyes and point my gaze towards the direction of the tents. Natalie-san follows it.