“...Sure am lookin’ forward to the next expedition.”
“Yeah. Our squad will get the most heads again!”
But they changed the subject and averted their eyes right away.
Not only that, but they shifted their seats around to hide what was happening from the staff and other customers.
“If you wanna do that sort of thing, you can pay money and go ups—” I was pissed, but when I tried to say something, Mr. Bisque pressed down on my thigh and put 200 rubers on the table.
Lupe glanced at me with a look in her eyes that said, I’m fine, and stretched her tongue out.
“Nnn,” lum, lum, smooch.
Lupe licked the hectosquad commander’s hectocock, making all kinds of dirty noises.
She tangled her tongue around him all gooey. Amazing as usual, Lupe. I’m taking hella notes. You’re doing great.
“Ah, I wanna go slaughter some demons ASAP!”
“Don’t get turned on about it, ha-ha!’
But these guys are the worst. I had actually kind of liked them, the bastards.
“Commander Bisque,” the hectosquad commander said, with Lupe still sucking him off. “I heard you’re keeping one of the girls here?”
His eyes were black and expressionless. His pupils were so dark they looked like they were painted on with ink.
“Yes. I don’t see her here today, though,” Mr. Bisque smiled faintly—another one of those fake ones, just plastered on—and answered without looking at Shequraso, who was singing up on stage.
“Hm, I see.”
Commander Buffness leaned back in his chair, stroking his mustache; Lupe was still on her knees.
“You can bring her over to the barracks sometime, if you want.”
For a split-second, Mr. Bisque’s smile nearly crumbled.
But I only noticed it because I was so close to him, and almost immediately he had a slight, innocent grin on.
“Sure, I’d love to introduce her to you.”
Mr. Bisque kept stroking my thigh and chatting with the other soldiers, even after that, while Lupe was still giving the hectosquad commander head.
What the heck is going on? These guys are having such cruel conversations. And I don’t want to be touched.
After the 30 minutes are over, I’ll get up right away and save Lupe.
“Urk!”
Just as I thought that, the commander grabbed her hair and jerked her head up.
He stared at her up-close, face-to-face, and even though the very sight of him was gross enough to give you goosebumps, Lupe put on her customer-facing lusty face and licked her lip.
The hectosquad commander wrinkled his mouth into a smile. “Heh.”
“Someone can go sleep with this woman.”
“Oh! Yes, sir, then I will.”
The man next to the commander watching longingly as she fellated him happily took her away.
Should I be relieved or not? With Lupe gone I felt a bit nervous.
I had forgotten, but Mr. Bisque had been stroking my thigh the whole time, and I realized he was fingering my underwear.
“Hey, please don’t do that!”
Without thinking I loudly denied him.
I was so annoyed by so many things that I did something you were never supposed to do with a customer.
And to a soldier.
“Hey, you. What kind of tone is that to take with a dekasquad commander?”
Short Hair balled up a fist and stood. Mr. Bisque seemed to have lost interest in me and sat with his legs crossed, drinking.
It was the army’s way to have subordinates mete out punishment for offenses against their superiors. The way this guy was now, he would definitely hit a girl. I clamped my eyes shut and tensed my whole body...
Just then, rain started pounding on the windows.
The sudden downpour even came with thunder, startling the band so much they stopped playing, and the shop grew quiet.
That’s when the door opened and a single customer came in.
The silver-haired man.
Naturally, he didn’t pay any attention to all the eyes on him. He walked at his own pace straight over to the window seat that was open as if waiting for him. His heavy steps rang out and his wet coat dragged over the floor.
For some reason, when he reached his seat, the sound of the rain receded a little. In a low voice like the growl of a wolf, he made his usual order. “Raz wine.”
As the whole shop was dumbstruck by the silver-haired man’s cool, ultra-sophisticated vibes, the hectosquad commander murmured, “...My horse is going to get wet.”
The soldiers all leaped to their feet and ran out the door.
Mr. Bisque rose a moment later. He didn’t look at me or Shequraso before leaving.
Finally, the hectosquad commander glared at the silver-haired man, then me, and said, “I’ll be back,” as he left.
Don’t bother.
“Did he do something to you?” Shequraso approached in concern.
I smiled and said, “It was nothing,” then asked some of the other girls to clean up the table. I went over to the silver-haired man.
“Mister.”
I knew he didn’t have the slightest intention of saving me or making a point or whatever. And I knew it was only a coincidence that he really did always bring the rain with him. And I knew I shouldn’t bother a customer who just wanted to have a drink.
“Thank you.” I bowed.
The man didn’t seem surprised, but asked, “For what?”
I just wanted to thank you, that’s all.
When I told him that, he said, “I see,” and sipped his drink.
“...Sorry to bother youuu.”
I pinched the edge of my skirt and curtsied.
Ah, how embarrassing. What a mortifying thing to do.
I’m so stupid.
“Wait.”
But as I was about to scuttle away with my bright-red face, he stopped me.
Is there something else you need? I’d rather you didn’t corner me at the moment.
But he had put that which is beloved by all sex workers—rubers—on the table.
Twenty rubers. The price to chat with me.
“While you’re at it, give me another 30 minutes of your goofy stories.”
You bastard. You damned sadist.
Fine! If you want to humiliate me even more, let’s do it. I suppressed a giddy grin as I sat down, took a breath, and looked up.