But if I start thinking like that, none of this will be worth the effort. Making money and spending it to have fun is valid. And this is a place for people who want to enjoy themselves. You should have fun, too!
Looking at his profile, I still couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I wanted to put my cat ears on for him. How is he so cool?
“...Guess time’s almost up.”
“Hmm?”
“Thirty minutes, right?”
Oh, exactly 30 minutes had passed. That’s some amazing internal clock action.
“...For 85 rubers, I can take you upstairs to my room...” I said, glancing up at him.
I knew it was a lost cause when I said it, and sure enough, he didn’t go for it.
He stood up briskly and headed for the exit. I said, “Thank you,” and watched him go. He didn’t turn around.
I wonder when it will rain again.
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I was thinking it was awfully lively in the pub, and sure enough, it was a group of soldiers.
Shequraso was at their table entertaining them. One of them was her boyfriend.
“This is Mr. Bisque.”
When I brought their mugs over, Shequraso bashfully introduced him.
He had heavy, light-blue bangs that he wore to one side. They nearly covered his eyes. He had been to the shop before, so I recognized him, but this was the first time I was properly introduced.
Well, he does have a pretty plain face, but his smile is nice enough.
“Thanks for being so kind to Shequraso all the time!”
“Oh, hey, here’s a cutie.”
Soldiers are good customers, so the shop values them. They come in a big group to eat and drink, and they’re young, so they’re quick to buy girls. They’re perverts in proportion to how pent up they are normally, but they’re usually pretty cheerful, so even just drinking with them is fun.
The other nice thing is that when they’re around, the ruder customers settle down. Chiba doesn’t like that more wholesome atmosphere, so he leaves right away. It’s all good things when the soldiers are here.
Sometimes soldiers buy me, too. I’ve even been on some dates.
Apparently some of the guys deployed from the capital or volunteering from the countryside left girlfriends or wives at home, so sometimes they just want a taste of that date feeling.
Some girls get invited to the barracks for sex, but I don’t take that kind of work. Not that I haven’t been asked!
It’s not that I don’t like their goofy college bro vibes, or that there weren’t any I found cool, but just, I don’t think it’s a good idea to sleep around so easily when it’s not for work.
At least lately, I’ve been feeling that way.
“Okay, who ordered the oohaa?”
“Oh, that’s me.”
Making drinks, chatting, imbibing, switching up seats ‘cause it’s more fun that way—the soldiers’ table keeps you busy.
Is Mr. Bisque a dekasquad commander? At least that’s what it seemed like, like he was drinking with his subordinates. Everyone was nice and interesting. It was a good atmosphere.
“Have you been doing this long, Haru?” Mr. Bisque asked while Shequraso was talking to a different soldier.
“It hasn’t even been a year yet.”
“Oh, but you seem so used to it. You must be popular, huh?”
“No, no. I’m nothing compared to Shequraso.”
“Your legs are so pretty. You’re cute, you know.”
He touched my thigh.
Shequraso hasn’t noticed.
“What? Nah, that’s not true. Oh, does anyone need a refill?”
I casually stood up and moved. Wow, that was a surprise. So he’s that kind of guy.
You didn’t see, right, Shequraso?
“I heard the hectosquad commander who’s coming is pretty scary.”
“Oh, how he caused that uproar at Central? But I guess he’s related to a minister or something?”
“I heard he’s sent guys to the hospital just because he didn’t like them. And that he forced himself on some noble’s daughter out in the country.”
“That’s nuts.”
“If he’s being sent to this front, they’re probably just getting rid of him ‘cause he causes problems. Are we screwed?”
“Commander Bisque won’t let him have his way, will you, Commander?”
Mr. Bisque’s expression stiffened up for a second, but then he grinned. “Sure, I’ll protect you guys. Never fear.”
“Ahh, you’re so cool!”
“Yeah, protect me!”
This sports team-like world of the soldiers seems to include all types. Well, I’m part-way through my first year as a working person and have seen a lot of different ways to live. None of them are easy.
“Hey, I might want to go up to your room, Haru.”
A young soldier with fluffy hair propositioned me. My talking time was just about up.
“Oh? Sounds good. Let’s go.”
“Hold up. I want Haru!”
A short-haired soldier cut in. Times like this, the girl goes to the one who puts up more cash, but they’re friends and all, so I decided I would do them both. “Who wants to go first?”
“I asked first.”
“But I’m older than you!”
“Aw man, you’re right.”
So the soldier with the cropped hair bought me. I like how easy-going they are.
When we got to my room, he suddenly took me in his arms and kissed me. Kisses are 15 rubers. The girls get to set their own price for that.
“The girl from last time was only 10.”
“Sorry, I’m expensive. But lots of people tell me I’m worth it.”
“Oh, is that how it is? Well, fine. Here’s your 15 rubers.”
He kept kissing me and then pushed me down on the bed. He fondled my breasts through my clothes and undressed me bit by bit. It was the typical way young guys had sex. Soldiers are nice.
I licked his chest. His nipples stood right up. He had big, broad shoulders, too—a tasty body.
“You must work out a lot.”
“Yeah. I do push-ups and stuff every day.”
“To look good?”
“Of course.”
He laughed and said he had the best body in the squad. I thought he was kinda cute.
“Ahn, ah...”
He got on top of me with his stacked body, and inserted his rock-hard cock.
I put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. Statistically speaking, guys with nice bodies like it when girls cling to them like this. That’s firsthand research, ’natch.
“Haru, you’re so good. Ngh,” he panted.
“It’s good for me, too. Amazing. Feels so good!”
He thrust his hips, almost like he was doing push-ups, for quite a while, like Wow, he’s strong. Then, after enjoying me enough, Mr. Short Hair ejaculated and went back downstairs.
After I took a shower, I went back to the pub, too.