The lower class sends ground essence to the upper class to obtain supplies. Theres another, lesser-known way for the lower class to get supplies from the upper class: by taking care of the upper class members.
One day, there was a knock at the door.
Hook: Whats that? You have business with the old man?
Oleg: Hook, its time for caretaking. Can you go to the core?
Hook: Again... Even if I say no, youll take me anyway, right?
Oleg: Sorry about that. Its for the sake of the lower class.
Hook: ...Ill go alone, so tell the old man in the Great Mine District for me.
With that, the girl headed straight to the core.
She feels the gaze of people. Usually, only those involved in the exchange of supplies and the strange blue-haired young man approach the core. Its rare to see a woman here.
Voices of pity come from those who are aware of the situation.
Pity? No way. This is for the lower class. Its only natural for the boss of the Mole Party to work hard for the lower class. Im different from the liars in the upper class. Convincing herself of this, the girl entered the core and reached the designated spot. There was a man in white armor, breathing heavily.
Silvermain: Huff... huff... A cute little girl today, lucky me.
Hook: I came to take care of you, be grateful―
Silvermain: Come on, suck it already. *Gasp*
Hook: Nn... nngh... Wait a minute!
The man, like a wild beast unable to control his desires, thrusts his hot rod into the girls mouth. The girl, still physically immature, could barely handle the hot, throbbing flesh.
It stinks... Its hot... And we havent even finished greeting each other yet. The adults from the upper class... they really are the worst. But I will definitely see this through. After all, I am the boss of the Mole Party.