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

Chapter 115 - T. T. E. A.: The Princess' Journey Through Her Brother's Past

After just a short moment, I slow down my run when the white hallway changes. Big paintings join the fabric and cloth decorations hanging on the walls. The moment I notice the first one, it makes me frown a little and I stop to observe it and the ones further behind.

Each picture shows a beautiful woman of one of the humanoid races. The issue is, all of them are presented in full nude and often in very suggestive poses. They are drawn leaning onto a wall, putting one foot on a chair, which reveals their privates, or even straight-up bending over furniture and exposing themselves to the viewer.

Ignoring the fact that there are plenty of races other than Humans in this long passage, I would have thought that they would be a bit more covered, perhaps with various styles and designs of underwear and lingerie. But, I guess this supports the assumption that Brother wasn't so passionate and shy about it.

I continue through this suggestive and erotic gallery until my eyes catch on to something familiar.

If there still have been any doubts in my mind, I'm pretty sure they are completely gone now. The painting hanging right in front of me depicts the timid, scared, anxious girl I visited just recently, who finally agreed to talk about Brother with me and showed me her scars.

The image portrays her naked just like the other works. There are no bruises or even scratches on her petite body and she wears a cute smile, twirling a lock of her hair while standing in an adorable pose.

As I stare at her figure, the memory of her current state flashes through my mind, overlapping itself with the image in front of me. I blink to get rid of it but the harder I try the more realistic it becomes. A scene of my brother whipping the poor girl suddenly surfaces in my thoughts and I turn my head aside, closing my eyes.

My fingers grip the metal staff stronger and I take a deep breath before opening them again. Trying not to look at that particular painting anymore, I leave its spot with a quick step, refocusing on exploring every corner of this so-called workshop to learn the truth.

Which might be already known to me. As much as I truly wouldn't want to be right this time.

I don't get to cover much distance before something catches my attention again. Without stopping this time, I glance to the side and find another painting of a woman I recognize from an inn we stopped at to eat a few times with Brother in the past.

Getting the same uncomfortable feeling in my chest as when looking at the previous person, I increase the pace of my steps to get away from it as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the familiar figures don't end there.

As I walk faster and faster, various women I suddenly start to remember flash through my mind as their paintings appear in the far corner of my vision even though I'm trying my best to look only ahead.

Soon, it can't be called walking anymore. I break into a run as even sounds and noises of their suffering begin echoing in my head each time I pass by a woman I saw somewhere at least once when spending time around Brother.

Desperate to get rid of it, I sprint forward, hoping to reach the end of the display. Perhaps it takes just a few seconds for me to enter a rectangular chamber with a coffee table, four sofas around it, and various furniture placed by the walls, including a heavy desk, but it truly felt like hours.

I stop at the entrance to the room and try to catch my breath, leaning onto the nearby desk.

"Damn it!" I slam my fist into its surface, panting roughly. "Why did you have to be like that..."

After a short while, I regain my composure and take a closer look around the chamber I just entered. There isn't anything special about it. Dark brown furniture with royal red cushions dominates the sight, just like on the entire way here. There are two exits leading out of it, with no doors either.