I returned to the town square.
This time, the Job Board recognized my badge and lit up as I approached.
It displayed a series of jobs in magical lettering.
It took me a while to figure out how the Job Board worked.
There was a list of jobs, which I could scroll through with my finger.
I could tap on a job posting to display info about who had posted it and what kind of work it involved.
"But how do I figure out which ones are from the aristocrats?"
Eventually I figured out the trick.
The key was to look at the names.
The snobbier the name sounded, the more likely the job posting was from an aristocrat.
Names like "Sir Munchaven" or "Lord Varian Wyrmbane" or "Earl Arkdam Crystalion" were a sure guarantee.
I flirted with a girl until she gave me a sheet of paper and a quill.
Then I jotted down all the potential places of employment and started to visit them one by one.
There were six promising job offers in total, looking for various kinds of employees: carriage driver, dishwasher, cook, butler, gardener, and so on.
First I visited Sir Munchaven.
But the guy turned out to be recently dead: his funeral was scheduled for a few days later.
He’d been killed in a recent skirmish with the Demon King’s scouting parties.
Lord Varian Wyrmbane, who I visited next, was gay and had no heirs.
That was an instant pass.
There was no point in working for a man who had no wives or beautiful daughters to seduce (and convince to bring me into the castle).
My third, fourth, and fifth attempts also failed.
I didn’t get a job and I even failed to flirt with the house servants—their levels were too high and I couldn’t figure out how to raise their seduction bars.
I was beginning to lose hope when I knocked on the double doors of a three-story mansion with marble columns and decorated friezes.
"So where’s Earl Crystalion?" I said to the brunette maid who led me into the drawing room.
She was a bit curvy for my tastes but her citrus perfume smelled nice.
Her balloon butt wiggled as she walked.
"He’s in the city for business," said the maid.
"You’ll have to wait here until his return for your job interview.
He should be back in a few hours.
I’ll make you some tea."
"Screw the tea," I said to the maid.
I patted the cushion next to me on the settee.
"Come sit and chat with me.
It’ll help pass the time."
There was a pink number "1" glowing above the maid’s head.
Finally, an easy lay.
She came and sat down next to me, her thighs touching my own.
I smiled at her and winked.
Her cute round face and large eyes reminded me of a chipmunk.
"You’re cute," I said.
"Has anyone ever told you that?"
"I ... I have a boyfriend," she said, blushing.
"Congratulations," I said, moving my hands further up her thigh.
"He’s a lucky man."
The maid let out a little gasp when my hands brushed through the fabric against her clit.
"So tell me," I said, massaging her thigh, occasionally flicking her clit through her panties.
"Does Lord Crystalion have a hot wife?"
"Earl Crystalion is only eighteen," purred the maid, leaning her head on my shoulder and scooping her hips into my hand.
"He is not m-married and doesn’t have a betrothed."
"Well shit," I said, pushing up her skirt a little higher.
"That’s a problem."
"W-why do you say that?"
The maid was super flushed now.
I slipped my hand into her panties and began to finger her soaking pussy.
"O-ohh ... that feels so nice ..."
The maid stopped talking as my fingering picked up pace.
Soon the only sounds were her moans and the squish squish of my fingers going in and out of her pussy.
The air smelled of salt, sweat, and fish.
Before long, she was cumming all over my hand.
Fluid was spraying out from under her skirt, getting on the teacups, the table, and the expensive-looking rug.
"Ohhhh yyy-yesss ..."
She’s a squirter!
At this moment, the drawing door opened.
A woman in her mid-thirties with luscious purple hair walked in.
From her expensive-looking dress, gold jewelry, and arrogant facial expression I knew she was an aristocrat.
"Meena," shouted the woman.
"What are you doing with a man in our drawing room? Stop this at once!"
But Meena was squirting and couldn’t stop.
She kept showering the furniture.
A few spurts even flew out and sprayed the aristocrat in the face.
Meena eventually collapsed against me and moaned: "Fuck! That’s my boss! I’m so screwed."
I pulled my hand out and sucked on my fingers.
Salty.
"I thought Earl Crystalion didn’t have a wife."
"He doesn’t," Meena panted.
"That’s his mother, Lady Beatrice Crystalion."
"Oh. Nice. I’m into mothers too."
"Meena!"
This snapped Meena out of her post-orgasm daze.
Face twisting in horror at what she had done, Meena gathered her skirts and ran, crying out of the room.
Lady Beatrice Crystalion was pretty pissed.
She was shouting "Guards! Guards!"
I was in deep shit.
This was the woman I needed to seduce if I wanted to sneak my way into the castle.
But the number above her head was "4."
Which meant she would be my hardest seduction yet.
And now I had pissed her off.
"Guards! Guards!"
"Listen. Calm down. I—"
"GUARRRDSSSS!!!"
Several burly men burst into the room.
They took me to one of the mansion’s cellars, beat me with their fists, kicked me a few times, spit on my face, and left me there, half-dead and tied up with rope.