I only started talking to Chiba since we came to this world, and I still don’t really understand his topics of choice, or like, he only rambles about boring stuff.
All he brings up are anime I’ve never heard of, and when I try to adapt to his tastes by mentioning Conan, he only makes fun of me. So I don’t think he really wants to be my friend at all.
Why did he have to jump on me back then? There was a weirdo princess right there.
“What’s the plan for today? Wanna go upstairs?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. If you want, I guess...”
“Or do you want to try a different girl?”
“N-No, I’m not that kind of guy!”
Chiba got all bewildered and waved his hands, blushing.
Honestly, I think it’s way stranger to come to this kind of shop and pay money to sleep with your former classmate all the time, but whatever.
Well, I need to take good care of my regulars, and in the beginning it was me who asked him to buy me, so I took him upstairs.
He looked up my skirt the entire way.
“Chiba, you undress, too.”
“Huh? You won’t take my clothes off for me? Aren’t you guys here to provide that sort of service?”
“Sure... Then put your arms up.”
After I stripped my panties off, I took off all of Chiba’s weird, putzy clothes. Meanwhile he was ogling my boobs and pussy to get his uncut baby cock hard.
I laid him down on the bed and sat next to him. When I started rubbing him, he said, “Do it with your mouth...” in the quietest voice, ha.
When I pretended I hadn’t heard, he begged, “With your mouth, with your mouth,” in a voice like an old geezer about to kick the bucket, so I gave him a little lick.
“Ahh, nnn...” He moaned like a girl and arched his back, squirming.
He’s the type who will suddenly cum in my mouth if I lick him too much, so I stuck a finger in the jar of boiled and cooled yog nectar (it’s like lube), got my lovely pink pussy all wet, and shoved the luvya grass contraceptive herb paste up inside.
“Hey, can I put it in...? I can’t wait any longer.”
Chiba’s eyes relaxed with his smile and he nodded. “Sure, I guess.”
If I said that sort of thing to any other customer, they’d get pissed and be like, “Don’t cut corners with me!” I love amateurs—they’re so easy!
“How do you want to do it? Me on top again?”
“Yeah. However you like to do it.”
This is what’s annoying about Chiba. When I’m on top I get worn out; I don’t like it, but he always wants me up there.
He doesn’t even drink, but I guess he intoxicates himself, ’cause he said with these spacey eyes, “When you’re with me, it doesn’t have to be work. We can have real sex.”
The first time we did it he didn’t know how to thrust, so I took pity and showed him. In his mind that means I was really getting off on him.
Apparently he was so inexperienced that he had to come here and pay 70 rubers (that’s the money here) to buy me.
He had mumbled something about having a girlfriend in junior high, but that had to be a lie. He was a virgin, and even now that he’s not, he still has no interest in learning how to fuck a woman. He just clams up and lets it happen.
Guys can be dead lays, too. He doesn’t want to have sex—he wants to jerk off. He comes here for masturbation, not the real thing.
Of course, we sex workers have to give these sorts of customers proper service, too.
I spread my legs wide and showed him my pussy. In this world, shaving your pubes is good manners for both guys and girls, but even though Chiba’s always staring at my smoothness, he thinks shaving is a pain, so he doesn’t do it.
That’s annoying to me, so I just get it in as fast as possible.
“Ah, nnn, you’re so big...!”
“Ooh...”
I gave his foreskinned elementary-schooler peepee a squeeze. When everything is on point he’ll cum just from that, but I guess I didn’t give him enough oral, because he just bit his lip and took it.
“Can I move? Hey, can I move?”
I didn’t wait for his reply and started rocking my hips. I thrust out my breasts to be all, Hey, I’m being sexy. Chiba grabbed the sheets and pointed his toes, stiff as a corpse in deep-freeze, and started mumbling dirty talk.
“Oh man, I’m, doing it with Koyama... Wish I could tell Sekiguchi and the guys...” he panted.
Apparently he really wanted to go back to our world and tell his otaku friends he had sex with me.
Conversely, if it ever got out to my friends that I slept with Chiba, I’d probably get kicked out of our LINE group. When I remembered school, I got hella sad. I had friends and a boyfriend, and it was so much fun, so why do I gotta be in this old-timey fairytale world fucking this weirdo?
“Koyama, you’re making such a sexy face... Ah, my cock is getting you off...”
This guy even knows that until I came to this world I was going out with a hot J-Soul-type soccer player from the class next door.
He was getting off on that fact. Like he stole me from him or something. You really think I would let that happen, dumbass?
But I bit my lip and made a sexy face.
“Yeah, feels sooo good. You’re the one who feels the best!”
“Koyama,” he panted, “that’s good. Keep feeling it. Forget about work—show me your true self!”
Oh, if only I could. I want to forget all of this, including you, and go home.
But this is Haru Koyama’s job now. Gotta make a living, so I have no choice.
I put a finger in my mouth and, with unfocused eyes, told him, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Ooh, yeah, cum for me! O-Ohh, I’m—I can’t—!”
Annnnnd he came.
Seventy rubers’ worth of semen paid straight to my pussy.
“How was it, Haru?” he panted. “Was it good?”
“Uh, yeah. Suuuper good. How was it for you?”
“Mm, okay.”
“Really? I’m so glad!”
This little shithead.
“So, it doesn’t have to be now, but...” he said, eyeing my boobs as I mentally clicked my tongue, “...wouldn’t you want to quit this and do a different job?”
“Like what?”
“For example, like, be a slave?”
“The fuck? What are you talking about?”
“Err, no, I mean, I guess they don’t have a word for it here. I mean more like a maid.”
“Why would I do that? Besides, who would hire me?”
“Nah, I mean, if you wanted to quit this job, I could hire you.”
Huh? I mean, of course I wanted to quit, but this just sounded like Chiba wanted to hear me call him “Master.”
If he’s being serious, he’s a sicko. But I do kinda smell money.
“Do you really make that much as an adventurer?”
“Well, as an adventurer...I’m kind of a special case. I told you before, didn’t I? About my cheat abilities?”
Maybe I had heard it before, but I forgot.
When I told him that honestly, he was like, “What? C’mon!” and poked my boobs, which pissed me off.
“If people found out, they’d get jealous, so don’t tell anybody,” he said, all pleased with himself, and started to explain.
In this world, there are invisible levels, skills, stats, and whatnot, and those are values that describe a person’s abilities and strength.
Skills are inborn and specific to an individual. They’re really important. Even a higher-level fighter can lose to someone lower depending on their skills. Most people only have one of these precious abilities, and very few people put it to good use. Why? Like I said before, levels and skills are invisible—even the person who has a skill doesn’t know it.
I should have remembered that much. After the runaway truck brought us here, we did get a lecture from an easy-going god.
But Chiba was so hyped and getting all buddy-buddy with the god even though it was our first time meeting him that the mood was too corny and weird for me, so I let it go in one ear and out the other. That’s why I didn’t really remember.
I guess the god liked Chiba and gave him a good skill.
“Actually, I have three. 16x Experience Points, Immunity to Status Effects, and Immunity to Attack Magic. In other words, I level up way faster than other people, and nothing besides physical attacks work on me. Frankly, I’m the strongest.”
“Cool...”
Basically, the cheat is that he got those really good terms right off the bat. He’s a prodigy or whatever thanks to that god. There is something pretty sneaky about that, yeah.
“But that’s kind of the template for ‘other world’ stories. The protagonist, like me, gets summoned from another world and is unbeatable thanks to a cheat ability and contemporary knowledge. There are tons of anime and light novels like that, you know? Hilarious, right?”
Like I said, I don’t know anything about anime, so I didn’t get what was so funny.
Chiba’s definition of common sense is too different from mine. I’ve slept with him so many times, yet we still live in different worlds.
“Well, eventually you’ll start hearing rumors about me, so then you’ll understand. Lately I’ve started appearing at the arena. You can brag that you know me if you want, Haru.”
Sigh.
“I haven’t caught up to the higher-level guys yet, but I level up 16 times faster than normal, so I’ll pass them up pretty soon. And I’m hunting monsters in a pretty deep area, so I have a decent income outside of prize money, too.”
“Huh? So you’re rich?”
“Well, a bit.”
I did not expect that. Say that stuff up front!
“Does that mean you want to add time?”
“Huh?”
“If you extend, I’ll throw in something special for free. How about it?”
“Uh, will you kiss me, then?”
Blorgh, kiss?
He’s so persistent. But...
“Sure, I’ll kiss you.”
This is for my sales numbers.
I’m a sex worker who takes it like a pro when her shitty weirdo former classmate kisses her lips so hard it seems like they might swell up.
That’s my new lifestyle in this world.
“Mm,” smooch, “Haru, mm, even if I...defeat the demon lord...and become a national hero,” ker-smooch, “I’ll never abandon you, mm,” he panted.
Well, with this, maybe I’m getting closer to number six.
I hid a yawn between kisses and decided that the next day I would go eat something tasty.