Baddie Distribution System

"Haaa~ isn't that basically a slave contract?" the pink-haired catwoman asked.

"Something like that but not exactly slavery. You just won't be able to sleep with other men. You two are actually pretty good; I want to make both of you mine, my bitches. Besides, why are you working as prostitutes?" Dapper asked.

"Calling us bitches is rude. Doesn't that basically mean we'll be your cum dumpsters?" the pink-haired catwoman replied, raising a brow.

"Yes, pretty much my cum dumpsters. I met you as prostitutes anyway," Dapper answered bluntly, but he noticed their expressions change.

"We were caught by illegal slave traders and sold on the black market," the blue-haired catwoman began, her tone more serious. "But the owner of this brothel bought us. She fed us, clothed us, and let us recover. Then she told us we could leave. But because of everything she did, we decided to repay her. We offered to work here as prostitutes. We get paid, and we choose our clients. So yeah, regardless of the story, we're still prostitutes," she said, recalling the memory.

Dapper was taken aback. The illegal slave trade wasn't new to him, but what surprised him was the brothel owner's motive.

'She frees them, feeds and shelters them, then lets them "choose" to work here or leave. It's clever. They think they owe her everything, so they stay to pay off a debt. Technically free, but emotionally bound. That's a smart way to recruit loyal sex workers. They see her as a savior, but in truth, she's using them to pull in customers. It's a win-win strategy. Ruth's friend is crafty…' Dapper smiled as he pieced it all together.

"That must've been a tough experience. I'm sorry to hear that," Dapper said with a sigh. "But if you take my offer, you won't have to worry about food or clothing. I'll give both of you actual jobs, nothing related to prostitution. You'll get a list of options. Since you've been here a while, you should be free to leave by now. Take your time to think about it. Also, I'd like to know your names."

"My name's Anne," the pink-haired catwoman replied.

"I'm Hayes," said the blue-haired one.

"My name's Dapper. You can reach out to me," he said, handing them his contact info.

"Uhm, okay, we'll think about it," the catwomen said together, removing the barricade that had been set around them.

Just then, Dapper spotted Lice with an Ogre. It happened so fast that before he could react, the Ogre had already activated a barricade.

"Lice got an Ogre… what a lucky bastard," Dapper muttered.

"Eh? Isn't that Areg?" Anne asked, squinting in the direction of the barricade.

"Areg? I don't know who that is. I just saw an Ogre with my friend," Dapper replied.

"That's definitely Areg. She's the only Ogre here. But that's weird, she's always rejected every customer since she arrived. It's surprising she accepted your friend. Even the boss leaves her alone and tells us not to bother her. This is… unusual," Hayes said with a puzzled look.

"Can you explain that to me more clearly? You mean that was the Ogre's first time taking a customer?" Dapper asked.

"Correct… because setting up a barricade can only mean one thing. You see, Areg is—"

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Right now, Dapper and Lice could be seen walking out of the brothel. Dapper looked visibly annoyed as Lice had taken far more time than expected, and Ruth and Belinda were blowing up his phone with nonstop calls.

Lice, on the other hand, was dragging his feet with his back hunched. Dark circles had formed under his eyes like he'd just finished a three-day shift at a mine. Both of them walked to the car and drove off from the brothel's lot.

"So… you finally lost your virginity, huh?" Dapper asked with a chuckle, glancing sideways at him.

"Urgh. I feel like shit. To think I'd lose it to an Ogre, an Ogre prostitute, of all things," Lice said, looking completely defeated.

"Come on, she's a beautiful Ogre. Besides, those catgirls told me something interesting. Apparently, it was her first time taking a customer. Since she came to the brothel, she's always rejected everyone. They said she just showed up one day demanding to mate. Luckily, the owner was around and let her work there. But until tonight, she never picked anyone, only you," Dapper explained.

"Ah… now that you mention it, she did keep talking about mating. And she didn't take any money from me. Honestly, she was really clean down there. None of that nasty odor Ogres are rumored to have. At first, it felt amazing but then it became a nightmare when she forced me to go again and again," Lice said wearily.

Dapper paused.

"Lice… did you cum inside her?"

"Uh, yeah. Now that I think about it, we didn't use any protection. She didn't even give me time to prepare or react. Why do you ask?" Lice replied, eyes narrowing.

"Well, from everything you've said so far, I think I should be congratulating you in advance."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean… it's weird, isn't it? She came to the brothel asking to mate, rejected customers for two months, and then chose you. And now you're telling me you came inside her multiple times? Do you really not know what that means?" Dapper asked.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. Sure, I haven't had sex before, but come on, guys cum inside prostitutes all the time," Lice said, still clearly not getting it.

"I see… you still don't get it. That Ogre isn't a prostitute, Lice. According to those catgirls, this is the Ogre mating season, the time when their sex drive peaks. Some do it just to relieve the pressure, but others… they do it to conceive. Areg sounds like one of the latter. She was picky, waited for someone, and picked you. Sorry to break it to you, Lice… but you better start prepping for some Ogre babies, fufufu," Dapper giggled with a mischievous grin.

Lice's mouth fell open in horror, frozen in place as the weight of Dapper's words hit him like a sledgehammer.

"Y-You mean…"

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Dapper dropped Lice off at his house after dropping the bomb on him. They both concluded it was possible that Areg only wanted his seed and nothing more. After all, female Ogres were notorious for such behavior. If they couldn't find available male Ogres, they'd often mate with humans, whose genes had a high compatibility rate, producing offspring that were up to seventy percent Ogre.

"Poor Lice…" Dapper muttered as he drove off toward his own home.