## Chapter 710 – Paladin Kim Kat

The book I picked up without much thought was titled “The Knight Errant Trapped in Tentacle Hell,” a title that screamed classic and maniacal fetishism.

The summary on the back described a knight errant who, due to a minor mistake, falls into a tentacle hell that craves female fluids. All her strength is absorbed, she’s restrained, unable to resist, and forever violated in the darkness as her fluids are sucked dry.

“The setting of lewd tentacles relentlessly violating a knight errant who can’t move a muscle in eternal darkness, where no one can intrude, is truly shocking and captivating.”

“No one will come to her aid, no matter how much she screams.”

“She is merely punished for a minor mistake, forever violated, despairing of being born a woman, and cursed to be violated for her beauty and voluptuous body that pleases the tentacles.”

They even proudly advertised that some literary critic named Calvetun had given it rave reviews with insane drivel that no madman would utter. They must be pretty confident.

“What the hell?”

Who even reads this disgusting stuff?

I don’t have such twisted tastes, so I immediately put it back.

Anyway, they have quite a collection. But not a single book had a title on its spine. So, I randomly picked another one, and it turned out the titles were only on the front.

For security?

Well, no one wants people seeing erotic novels in their house. These isekai erotica writers seem to know what consideration is.

I searched through them, looking for books with illustrations. But sadly, they were all text-only. This was a corner dedicated to pure erotica.

It’d be nice to have some pictures.

“…”

…But.

“…”

The woman standing next to me.
She kept staring at me.

…What the hell?

“You, you…”

Glancing over, I saw the woman pointing at me, her lips moving. The voice that barely escaped was delicate.

“Who, me?”

She seemed to want to say something, so I turned to look at her.

A beautiful woman with green hair.
A beauty of considerable caliber.

However, with Saintess-nim as my superior and sleeping surrounded by my seven wives, who boast supreme beauty in the bedroom, she was just another pretty face.

But the level is high, as expected of the capital.

Her figure, hidden beneath her robe, was quite good too.
But what business does she have with me?

“Yes, you…!”

She pointed at me, almost blushing, as if she were angry. No, is she angry? I don’t know. I can’t figure it out. She just has that kind of face.

Did I do something wrong?

“What about me?”
“My, my face…!”
“Face?”

Face?

“You, you saw…?”

—Flash.

In that instant, Kim Kat, who was experienced with women, realized.

Her face was flushed, and she seemed somewhat confused. Most of all, she was exuding an aura of shame.

And this is the erotica section.

She was leisurely enjoying an erotic novel when I suddenly barged in. She’s a woman, and a mage. Just the fact that I caught her reading this kind of book could make her feel ashamed.

Especially if it’s some barbarian man.
She must be embarrassed and ashamed.

Well, if that’s the case, she should have read it alone or more secretly, but people aren’t creatures who think and act that deeply.

I roughly understood.

“I don’t know. Who are you?”

I played dumb.
I don’t know her anyway.

Is she a somewhat well-known woman?
It’s best to pretend I don’t know her to avoid causing a stir.

“…Who am I?”

When I asked who she was, she tilted her head for a moment.

“Yes, who are you to act like this towards me? Did I do something wrong? If I’ve been rude, I’ll apologize.”
“…”

Silence.

“Hng, hng…”

Then, she gently touched her lips as if she were troubled.

“…No.”

She turned her head back to the bookshelf and pulled her hood back up. At the same time, she neatly tucked the stray strands of green hair back inside.

“Never mind if you don’t know.”
“Yes.”

Never mind if I don’t know.

I ignored her again and reached for the bookshelf.

This time, I grabbed a bizarre book titled “The Shipwrecked Captain and the Boys’ Island,” which hinted at such shocking content that my hands and feet trembled.

As expected, the back summarized its depraved content.

The content was as follows.

“Sarah, the beautiful captain with voluptuous breasts, was always confident and dignified, a skilled captain and renowned merchant.”

“While securing new trade routes and on the path to success, she tragically encountered a sea monster one day, and her ship was destroyed.”

“She woke up on an unknown island not on any map. It was a miracle she survived alone, but where is this place?”

“Washed ashore naked, she barely covered her voluptuous breasts and genitals with woven leaves. Displaying her experience, she moved to find food and was soon attacked by small men.”

What a crazy, fucked up book.

I immediately put it back and looked for something else.

The only somewhat normal ones were “Captured Female Warriors” or “The Man Taken by the Mermaid.” And well, there’s also “The Fallen Princess Who Became the Crown Prince’s Sex Slave.”

Are they surprisingly lenient with erotica?

You can learn about a country’s culture from things like this.

I thought they’d arrest you for writing such lewd things, claiming it was written by some heretic, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. They seem to recognize freedom of creation.

Most of all, there were many books about queens and saintesses being violated.

In this era, I thought they’d censor it for tarnishing authority… But seeing it proudly displayed in the royal magic library’s erotica section, there doesn’t seem to be a problem.

I ignored the woman next to me and picked out a book.

“…Is this your first time in the capital?”

But as I was doing that, she suddenly spoke to me.

Why?

She’s talking to me?

“Yes? Ah. Yes, it is.”
“What brings you here?”
“I came to the capital because a mage colleague wanted to see me for a bit.”

I answered naturally while putting the book away. Let’s just go back. There’s no one more suspicious than someone who suddenly starts talking to you.

Wasn’t she a bit embarrassed just now?

Why is she talking to me?

“To the 5th floor here?”
“The mage is downstairs. I just came to find some erotica.”
“…Why?”
“Do I need a reason to look for dirty books?”
“…I see. I guess not.”

What’s questionable about a man looking for erotic novels?

“I guess so…”

She nodded for a moment, then pointed to the lower part of the bookshelf while looking at me.

“I recommend the fifth shelf from the bottom here. The ones on this line.”
“…Excuse me? Why are you suddenly giving me recommendations?”

Suddenly… Erotica recommendations?
How can someone be so open-minded?

“You seem to like this kind of thing a lot?”
“Yeah. I like it a lot.”

She answered my question and turned as if she were done.

“Then have a good time.”

She gave me a mysterious smile, waved her hand, picked up a red book, and walked past me.

I also gave her a mysterious smile and bowed my head.

And just like that, she disappeared.

“Hmm…”

What kind of woman is she?
Is she an erotica writer or something?

Most of all, she seemed quite familiar with this 5th floor erotica section.

She’s quite beautiful… Well, people have different tastes. I checked the fifth shelf from the bottom as she recommended. The book she took was gone, leaving an empty space.

Anyway, I randomly picked one, and this is what I got.

“The Desert Dancer”

“What.”

That’s amazing.

I headed for the stairs with the book in hand. I looked around, but the green-haired woman was long gone. Well, that doesn’t matter. Desert Dancer, huh? This person knows what’s up.

* * *

I went straight down to the 1st floor where my women were.

“Oh, Kat’s here?”
“Teehee.”

She noticed me and waved. I saw Risha and Winia engrossed in reading. They only reacted when I got close.

As expected of women who love books.

“Kat, what did you bring?”
“This.”

I handed her the book.

“Desert Dancer?”

Claudie tilted her head.

“Hehehe, it’s a dirty book.”
“Really, Kat. Bringing things like this.”

Claudie chuckled and gently tapped my shoulder with the inside of her wrist. The laughter tickled my heart.

“What’s the darkie got, an erotic novel?”
“Hoo hoo hoo, I thought it was taking a long time, so that’s what you were looking for.”
“What’s wrong with it.”

I have to take responsibility for it when we get back anyway.

“Desert Dancer… There were a lot of women like that there. Would you call it traditional clothing?”

Claudie explained that desert women dress quite lightly.

The clothes are as light as underwear. But if they only wore that, their skin would be damaged by the sun.

Of course, they wear loose, wide clothes like robes over them. The wide sleeves allow for good ventilation, and the black clothes quickly evaporate sweat, making it quite cool. That’s desert fashion.

Well, that’s the going-out outfit, and they dress lightly indoors because it’s quite hot.

The women who dress the lightest are those who work as dancers. Women whose job is to perform dances that men will enjoy.

“Claudie, you bought that dancer outfit last time, right?”
“Hoo hoo hoo, do you want me to wear it?”
“Can you dance too?”
“I’ve seen it, but… I don’t know the details.”
“Hehehe, I want to see that.”
“If Kat wants to see it.”

I casually put my hand on Claudie’s thigh.

“Ah, Kat… Not here…”
“Just for a moment, just for a moment.”
“Reaally…”

Then Winia glared at me.

“Darkie… Let’s be quiet in the library.”
“Ah. Yes.”
“You too, sis.”
“Ugh… I will.”

You should.

Risha was diligently reading a book with her chest on the desk. But I asked her because it seemed like she had changed books from before, and she said she had switched to a book called “Severed Dimension.”

“I like that there are many books, but it seems like finding one will be a chore. There are so many that it will be difficult to look through them one by one.”

Since it’s choosing one from countless books, it can’t be helped.

“However, I can say that it’s really nice to be able to see them so freely.”

It seemed like Risha hadn’t found a book she liked.

“You couldn’t find a book you liked today?”
“I can say that’s the case.”

Risha closed the book.

“I want to come often in the future.”

Then you should come often.

“Well, if Risha-unni says so. I’d be happy to come often anyway.”
“Let’s come often.”

And so, we spent time reading books. I just read “Desert Dancer” with Claudie.

It was a biography about a brown-skinned desert-born slave woman with a voluptuous figure succeeding as a dancer. The part where she seduced every man she met with the skills she honed during her slave days to gain an advantage was truly shocking. And first of all… Just imagining a brown-skinned woman was quite arousing.

We spent our time like that, and it became afternoon.

“Let’s go back now.”

It’s time to borrow books, buy things, and go back.

“Risha-unni? Do you have any books to borrow? I’ll borrow them in my name.”
“I would appreciate that.”

As expected, it seemed that you could easily borrow books with just a magic tower membership card. We borrowed books and wandered around the magic tower street, looking at various things. Most of the things we bought were materials Risha needed to set up a workshop.

Things like mirrors and crystal balls.

They’re not very useful, but when Risha uses them, their purpose and effect change. I neatly organized what Risha bought and put them in my backpack.

And so, we returned home.