Hectosquad Commander Buffness brought his subordinates around for drinks often after that.
And the soldiers changed more and more each time. They had more wounds on their bodies and complained about the harsh training.
But every one of them said, “Hectosquad Commander Buffness is a wonderful person. He’s easy to misunderstand, but he’s putting serious thought into how we can get stronger.”
The sex changed, too. They used to be more polite, but soon they were rough like any old dude off the street and treated sex workers like tools to satisfy their sexual appetites.
“Men exist to fight.”
I stopped caring about flashy stuff like the beauty of their muscles or the softness of their hair.
Rather than enjoy chatting with the girls, they crowded around the hectosquad commander with shining faces, as if they didn’t want to miss a single word.
And then between drinks, they got permission from their commander and slept with girls.
They fucked us so casually, like they were going for a bathroom break.
“Women are...cum dumpsters...ngh!”
A man with a sandpapery shaved head, who was once Fluffy Hair, violently ejaculated into me.
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“They’ve gotten a bit too savage lately. How about your boyfriend, Shequraso? Is sex with him shitty now?”
We were outside on the bench before the shop opened, and I was full of complaints. Shequraso just sighed and said nothing. Before, she would have bragged about how many times they did it.
When Lupe and I peered at her face from either side, she hugged her knees and said, “It’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t seem like you’ve done it lately.”
“You probably aren’t getting enough of that sweet, sweet protein.”
“Shut up. Who cares? I wasn’t serious about him, anyway. How could I be?”
“Huh? You broke up?”
“Well, it’s not like he said anything like that... But he doesn’t invite me out anymore. And even when he comes to the shop, he doesn’t ask for me anymore.”
“Couldn’t you go to him? He even introduced you to his men.”
“Mm, that would be kinda...I dunno... How to put it...? It’s kinda hard to go if I’m not invited. You understand, right?”
“But you’re dating!”
“I can’t. But it’s fine. I knew it would end quickly, so I wasn’t taking it seriously from the beginning.”
Not taking it seriously? I don’t buy it.
But our position is so weak. I mean, we’re sleeping with different guys every night.
So even if you want attention, you can’t say anything so selfish as that. You aren’t even sure if you’re an item. You give yourself insurance, like, It won’t last, anyhow, but all you can do is hold on to a faint hope along with your knees—But you never know.
That’s a prostitute’s love.
“Guess it’s almost winter...” Shequraso curled her shapely lips into a frown and sighed again, tugging and twirling her heavily accessorized orange bangs. “Guess it’ll be another winter alone...”
Lupe and I could only sit there in silence.
“Want to make hot pot together sometime?”
“Nice. I can’t cook, so I’ll just eat, but it sounds fun.”
“Shequraso, you should really learn how to do something besides sing.”
“Just eating is fine.”
“Okay, then it’s settled: We’re having a hot pot party!”
“Yay!”
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Well, since big groups kept showing up, the hectosquad commander was a plus for the shop, and Madam told us to make sure we were serving the customers with respect, so we were still getting along okay with the soldiers.
Just, they’d been cultivated into such an army you wondered where the hell they came from.
“Hey, you!”
“Eek!”
A short-haired soldier grabbed Lupe’s fluffy pink hair.
I stood up in a panic, but Mr. Bisque clamped a hand on my shoulder and pulled me back down.
Lupe had been in the middle of pouring a drink for Commander Buffness. Apparently she spilled a bit on his pants. (I’m sure it was because one of the soldiers horsing around bumped into her.)
“What an affront to our hectosquad commander! Apologize immediately!”
How could she apologize, or do anything else, when she was suddenly getting her hair pulled so roughly? Still, she bowed and said, “I’m sorry.”
The commander was sipping a drink like the scene had nothing to do with him, completing ignoring his wet thigh.
“I’ll clean it up right away...”
“Hey!”
“O-Oww!”
“Did you think a bow would be enough to pay for what you did to the commander? A woman should perform womanly service as an apology!”
He kicked the back of her knees and forced her to kneel at the hectosquad commander’s feet.
His wet thigh was right in front of her. The soldiers’ vulgar stares gathered on Lupe.
“Oh, if that’s what you want, then leave it to me!” I had experience with that kind of thing, getting called a cat or a dog or whatever, and that time the atmosphere was even more messed up, so I could totally handle this.
But when I tried to stand up, another soldier punched me in the stomach. What the fuck. Violence is fucked up.
Lupe made eye contact that said, I’m all right. Let me handle it.
She stretched out her cute, pink tongue and lapped at the commander’s thigh.
The commander, for his part, continued to look as if he had nothing to do with any of it, sipping his drink and ignoring her. Then he remembered something and laughed. “I should have brought that goblinork’s head. It would have been amusing to have her lick that!”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha! That’s hilarious!”
“Thanks to you, they’re practically wiped out, huh, sir?”
“I’ll make sure to get 14 next time!”
“You said it, ha-ha-ha-ha!”
Lupe kept working her tongue like a puppy.
The soldiers seemed to forget they were making her do something so humiliating and laughed at their pointless jokes.
What the hell. This is abuse. I was so mad, but I couldn’t do anything, so I just bit my lip.
Lupe... I see you. You’re so sexy. That’s some nice tongue work.
Eventually, the hectosquad command shifted his hips and undid his fly.
He flopped out his big cock. Even the soldiers were surprised for a second, and the whole atmosphere paused.