I was surprised —and quite satisfied— with the new ability.
Yes, it was degrading that the damn system insisted on calling me "pig" all the time,
but the effect was useful.
According to the fine print, it had advantages and disadvantages.
It lasted twelve hours.
If I wanted to reactivate it, I had to fill the girl again.
The more times I did it, the worse she would look to other men.
It was, basically, a way to mark territory.
The effect counted as camouflage or makeup.
But if the other had strange tastes, or some ability to see through the camouflage...
it could fail.
It wasn't perfect.
But it served me.
---
We were already close.
The alley was starting to appear.
Pajamas was at the entrance,
counting bills with a smile on his face.
I greeted him.
He returned the gesture without stopping smiling.
---
Inside, Pigtails was "working."
She was "milking" a couple of college students.
By how they treated her —and how they spoke to her—
it was obvious they were frequent clients.
On one side, Griller was dealing with five guys.
And she didn't look comfortable.
Worried.
She didn't seem to have experience with five against one fights.
I shook my head.
"> It was obvious those tits would be popular."
Maybe Pigtails should put a limit on participants.
---
Saki looked a bit uncomfortable.
Probably she didn't expect to see something like this so up close.
I was also annoyed.
There didn't seem to be space for anything.
I thought about asking Pajamas for some bills.
---
I approached.
But he just shrugged.
According to him, the money was Coletas' and Griller's.
He just took care of it.
How convenient.
I went back inside the alley.
We would have to talk to Pigtails directly.
---
She seemed to have finished.
The college students left with happy faces.
No wonder.
Pigtails had good hip technique.
I had seen it.
Griller was still busy.
Pigtails approached to help her.
With each step,
the thick, white liquid slipped between her legs.
I wondered why the hell they didn't use condoms.
"> Don't they worry about STDs?
Or do they want to save money?
Or does this world just not have sexual diseases?"
I didn't have the answer.
---
With Pigtails' help,
Griller managed to get rid of two guys.
And then she concentrated on milking the three remaining ones.
The tits bounced like pure hypnosis.
It worked.
Soon they came, dressed, and left.
---
Pigtails smiled as they thrust into her from behind,
Her hands and mouth weren't free either.
It was noticeable that the 3 against 1 wasn't new to her.
---
Since she was still busy,
I decided to talk to Griller.
She was cleaning herself with some wet wipes.
She looked annoyed.
I asked her why.
---
She complained.
She said she didn't like doing it on the floor.
That there was no order.
That she didn't like doing it without a condom.
And that she didn't want to serve so many at the same time.
I was surprised.
I thought that in this world no one used preservatives.
I had never seen one.
Pigtails never took one out.
None of the girls I saw did.
---
Pajamas entered a little later,
bringing new clients.
Griller got dressed.
She didn't want to keep working today.
Pajamas gave her her share of the bills.
And she left.
---
Some clients left disappointed.
Others, seeing Pigtails, decided to stay and wait for their turn.
A few looked at Saki...
and made a bad face.
They turned away.
---
Pigtails was quite a worker.
After finishing with the guys she had taken from Griller,
she continued with a couple of office workers,
a guy dressed like a laborer,
and a strange subject with glasses.
In the end, she ended up covered in fluids.
---
I felt a bit uncomfortable.
A scene like that, seen on screen, could seem exciting.
But live... no.
It wasn't the same.
Maybe, if they were all mine,
it would have provoked something in me.
But from so many different guys...
it didn't excite me at all.
---
Saki looked a bit pale.
I hugged her and asked if she was okay.
She answered with a trembling voice:
"—Do you... do you want me to do that too?
Do you want me to make money for you?
Even if I'm inexperienced... if you ask me... I... will do it.
But... don't leave me. Okay?"
She clung to me harder.
With force.
---
I stayed silent.
Confused.
"> Did Saki think I brought her here to prostitute her?"
If I were like Pajamas,
or like some of those other degenerates,
maybe I would have considered it.
I wasn't going to lie:
it was a quick way to make money...
with zero effort on my part.
But I didn't want to share.
It wasn't my thing.
---
Yes, I could be egocentric.
But I considered myself someone on the edge.
I could see orgies, prostitution, even rapes
—most of the time, in manga or on screen—,
but I didn't want to participate.
Yes, I fantasized.
I got turned on.
It was part of me.
But to actively participate...
no.
I didn't touch what others had already touched.
And I wasn't going to let others touch mine.
---
Saki had been my first real woman.
The only one.
Seeing her so confused made me think about the future.
"> Would she stay with me?
Would it be possible for her to always be mine?"
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But if one day she decided to leave...
even if I did everything to keep her...
then, at least I wanted her to leave like Bun.
---
I appreciate Pigtails.
She's okay.
But she's not a good example.
If Saki had to leave...
let her leave like Bun.
Not because I wanted her to prostitute herself.
But for dignity.
Bun chose.
Pigtails also did.
But she didn't respect herself.
Not entirely.
---
I shook my head.
"> Why do I think so much in a hentai world?
Why do I rack my brain?"
This world wasn't mine.
The rules were different.
I caressed Saki slowly.
I whispered as softly as I could:
"—You are mine. Only mine.
Never forget that.
No one can touch you,
except for me."
---
I walked away from the alley.
It seemed like there was no space today.
---
***
Saki clung to Noa more tightly.
She was falling more and more in love with her "boyfriend."
"—What a fool I was...
How could I think that he was going to sell me?
He loves me. He takes care of me.
I'm an idiot for doubting him."
As they walked together, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
When they reached a crossroad, she stopped.
Noa looked at her, curious.
"—What's wrong?"
Saki hesitated for a moment...
but in the end, she told him with a soft voice:
"—Let's go to my house."