“Haru, did you make sure to clean up right? It would suck if any of him was left over, seriously.”
“Dude, shaddup.”
Apparently the fluffy-haired guy had waited for me, so he bought me right away, getting knuckled by Short Hair.
I took him upstairs and undressed him. He wasn’t as muscly as Short Hair, but still pretty fit. Ottermode.
The best thing about the soldiers is that they’re all a bunch of snacks.
“Ahh...oh man, you’re really good at this...”
I went down on him, and Fluffy Hair pet my head in a trance.
His long, thin cock had a cool bend to it.
“Hey, I want to do you, too. I like it. That’s okay, right?”
Is that why he wanted me to wash up well? I spread my legs up on the bed. Fluffy Hair moved his face in close and said, “Such a pretty color,” and kissed me.
“Mm...”
Shit, I moaned for real. I hadn’t been licked down there in seriously forever, and he even knew what he was doing—like, his soft tongue got me all sticky and buzzing.
He spread my opening with his tongue. Then he smeared the wetness with a quick motion, and I moaned again.
“Ahh...”
Dang, he’s really good. I dunno if anyone ever got me like this just with their tongue.
Fluffy Hair grabbed my thighs and slurped. The feeling was electric, and my back arched.
“...Can I go from behind?”
I nodded—”Yep”—and flipped over on all fours, spreading my legs.
“You’re crazy tight.”
Fluffy Hair trembled inside me. It seemed like he felt good.
I was really happy he made me feel good, too, so now it was my turn. Showing off my butt, which had improved its reputation lately, I ground up and down his cock.
But then he started to match me. He really knew how to use his hips.
“I’m the best in my squad on horseback. Riding women is kind of like riding a horse, you know.”
Are you for real?
But I did feel like he was an expert rider. We were having perfectly in-sync sex.
And apparently he liked the ride, because he was really nice, caressing my back, kissing my head.
“Haru, this is so good. You’re so cute.”
He squeezed my hands, and we had sex like lovers. I squeezed back and pushed my bottom into him. This is good. It’s been a while since I did it like this.
“Haru, I’m gonna cum...!”
His hot mess hit the back of my insides.
It was a little embarrassing, but even I got off a bit.
“I’ll buy you again next time.”
“Thanks!”
I gave him a special freebie kiss on the cheek.
When I took my shower and went back downstairs, there were still lots of cheerful soldiers waving me over.
I’m gonna make a fortune tonight!
＊
I drank too much, so the next day my head felt a bit like dead weight. I was cleaning up around the shop when I heard a gloomy voice.
“...Is Miss Haru here?”
Ugh, it’s Kiyori.
The pretty girl, dressed in that weird, all-white outfit as usual, stood cheerlessly outside.
“There’s something I wanted to ask you about...”
“Uh, umm, err, then, should we go somewhere?”
The other girls were eating lunch on the bench outside, and I thought maybe it would be better to get out of the neighborhood, so we headed toward the area Sumo’s cafe was in.
When I asked if she wanted to go in somewhere, she gave the standard response in this world, “I don’t want to go if it’s just us girls,” so we bought some frankfurter-like meat and sat down on some grass.
When I went to spread a handkerchief for under my butt, Kiyori said, “If you do that your handkerchief will get dirty!” and let me sit on her cape.
She’s feminine, and she seems like a good girl. She’s just a bit oppressive.
Nibbling the frank with her little mouth, she looked sort of like a squirrel. She wouldn’t even have to open her mouth for men to be attracted to her. If she went out with a guy who would develop her personality a bit more, she’d probably get cuter and more cheerful.
I’ll be friends with her after that.
“So what did you want to ask me about?” I asked reluctantly. I knew it had to be about Chiba.
“It’s about Mr. Innodiator of Roaring Flames, Endless Crimson Rain: The Next Innovation...”
“Who?” It was so convoluted that his amazing X Japan name got buried. Idiot. “You can just call him Chiba. His real name’s Chiba.”
“Chiba...? I didn’t know that.”
“If you call him ‘Gunma’ or ‘Ibaraki,’ he’ll say, ‘It’s Chiba,’ back at you super fast. You should try it sometime.”
Honestly, I don’t even remember Chiba’s first name anymore. I’m pretty sure I still knew it when we got here, but now...
I guess it’s ‘cause I’m using my brain on all the new people I have to remember... It’s not like I forgot everyone in Tokyo, but the number of people who don’t pop right into my mind seems to be going up...
“Oh yeah, I heard you’re going out with him now. So have you been past the front lines yet?”
Kiyori blushed. “We are dating.” She nodded. “Although he hasn’t taken me past the front lines yet. I thought maybe I should get your permission...”
“I told you before—it’s got nothing to do with me!”
“But Mr. Chiba seems to think differently.”
“He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t understand other people’s feelings. He’s just convinced he’s popular with girls and doesn’t really think very hard about how you or I feel. It’s like he only thinks about himself.”
Well, I’m probably pretty similar sometimes, but still.
But one thing I’ve learned since starting this job and not being able to use my phone anymore is that having no way to communicate besides face-to-face is really inconvenient. It makes you think.
You have to look at the person’s face, ask right away if you don’t understand something, make your opinion heard, correct yourself or change the direction of the conversation if you’re wrong—and you have to get it all done in one shot, so unless you’re really using your head, a conversation just can’t happen.
You feel like every meeting is a miracle, and if you want to complain or get comforted by someone later, it’s not so easy. If you have regrets or something, you have to reflect on them all by yourself. If I don’t put in that much work, I can’t get along with these people, because I have no common sense in this world. But thanks to all the effort, I’m starting to feel more confident about my ability to survive here.