Six years had passed since I arrived in this world.
Six years since I started spreading soba noodles.
"This is it!!! Urd Alips-san!!!"
Finally. After countless trials, I had perfected it.
I handed the elf mushrooms to Urd Alips and watched as he tasted the broth. His eyes widened.
"This… this is exactly the flavor I've been searching for!"
It was the real deal — a genuine Japanese-style soba tsuyu base, built on a rich, savory soy-sauce foundation enhanced with fish stock, fragrant herbs, and those premium elf mushrooms. This was true soba. The completed form.
"Shopkeeper… so this is your ideal," Urd Alips murmured, looking a little troubled. "It might take people time to accept something this new."
Soy-sauce-based broth was simply too foreign for this world. All previous local versions used completely different base flavors. Still, I was confident.
"Well, think of it as exotic cuisine from afar," I said with a grin. "The possibilities are endless. I'll develop all kinds of new menus starting with pickled vegetables to go with it!"
I spent the afternoon in the shop happily experimenting with large batches of prototypes. This was what I truly loved — creating food. The alcohol business was just a lucrative side gig.
Then the dwarves arrived.
"Oh, there you are. The Dwarf King is calling for you."
"…Yes, sir."
I sighed. Prototypes would have to wait until tomorrow.
The dwarves curiously sniffed the test batches on the counter.
"Strange but interesting smell…"
"Please, help yourselves. They're prototypes — completely free."
The moment "free" left my mouth, they attacked the samples with gusto.
"Delicious!"
"Mm! Weird taste, but it pairs amazingly with meat!"
That gave me an idea. Dwarves loved meat. Soy-sauce-based meat dishes could be a huge hit here.
"I'd love to cook for everyone when I visit your country," I offered.
The Dwarf King's request turned out to be the usual — more barrels of Sekauma. But after delivering the wine, he made another offer.
"One more matter. Why don't you come live in our country?"
"…Pardon?"
"Your alcohol disappearing causes constant complaints from the citizens. Thanks to you, we no longer need forced labor for brewing. Having you here would be a tremendous help."
"I'm honored, but… I really like it here in the City of Knowledge."
"We won't ask you to move for free. We dwarves have plenty of land. You may use as much as you like."
"I'll think about it."
For now, I filled their barrels to the brim.
The banquet started the moment I went upstairs. I brought out the new soy-sauce-style glaze and grilled it onto thick cuts of meat.
"Amazing!"
"This goes perfectly with the wine!"
The dwarves were ecstatic. The new flavor clearly resonated with them.
"Start with the dwarves," I decided. "Spread it slowly from those who appreciate it first."
That night I stayed over in the dwarf country as usual.
"Shopkeeper, you're here?"
"Almar-san."
She smiled sweetly. Round face, big sparkling eyes. Honestly, without the pointed ears, it was hard for me to tell dwarves apart sometimes.
"Visiting family?"
"No, I'm here to maintain my tools." She showed me the crepe and galette irons that needed repair. "Dwarven craftsmanship is the most reliable."
"Looks like a big job. Might take until tomorrow."
"Fufu, I'll do my best~"
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**(Almar's Perspective)**
The shopkeeper was fast asleep.
Once he was out, nothing could wake him until morning. I knew that from experience.
"…There's no proper bath in the dwarf country anyway…"
His body gave off a strong, masculine scent of sweat after a long day. The moment I caught a whiff, heat flooded between my legs.
"…Haa… aaahhh♡ That smell… it's so intense…"
I had a serious sweat fetish. The stronger and muskier a man's scent, the wetter I became. I only realized it recently, when I pressed close to him at the crepe stall. Ever since, whenever I could sneak into his room while he slept, I did this.
I buried my nose against his neck and inhaled deeply, one hand slipping under my clothes to pinch my hard nipple while the other dove between my thighs.
"Hyan!!!"
The moment my fingers brushed my swollen clit, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.
I moved lower, inhaling the thick, pungent scent rising from his crotch. My pussy was already dripping, soaking through my panties.
"…Haa♡ …Haa♡"
I pressed my face directly against the bulge in his pants and sniffed like a bitch in heat. The smell made my head spin.
I wanted to taste it. I needed it.
Trembling with lust, I carefully pulled his pants down. His thick cock sprang free, already half-hard and twitching.
"…Aaaahhh♡ It's so big… and the smell is even stronger♡"
What if he woke up? The thought only made me wetter.
*Wake up. Wake up and ravage me. Call me a perverted dwarf slut while you destroy my holes.*
I stuck out my tongue and licked slowly from the base to the tip, savoring the salty, musky flavor.
"Chin… kasu♡" (smegma)
The strong, bitter taste of his accumulated cock cheese made my eyes roll back.
"No good… this is so dirty… but I can't stop♡"
I licked it lovingly, cleaning every inch like a devoted pet. The pungent, cheesy flavor and overpowering stench made my brain melt.
"Oooohhhhh♡♡♡ This smell is making me stupid♡♡♡ I'm turning into a brainless cock addict♡♡♡"
I took the whole head into my mouth and sucked hard, swirling my tongue desperately.
*Gluck… gluck… schlurp…*
More and more precum leaked out. I wanted his cum. I needed it flooding my throat.
I pushed deeper, forcing more of his thick shaft past my lips until it hit the back of my throat.
"Nnnngh!!!♡♡♡"
Just as I started bobbing my head, a large hand suddenly grabbed my hair roughly.
"…The hell? Almar?"
The shopkeeper's sleepy voice turned sharp as he woke up to the sight of me slobbering on his cock like a desperate whore.
Before I could pull back, he yanked my hair hard, forcing my face down until my nose pressed against his pubes.
"You filthy little dwarf slut. Sneaking in to suck my dirty cock while I sleep? You really are a perverted cum addict, aren't you?"
He slapped my cheek sharply with his free hand — *SMACK!* — then again on the other side, making my eyes water.
"Answer me, pet."
"Y-Yes, Master♡♡♡ I'm a dirty sweat-smelling cock addict♡ I couldn't help myself… your musky dick smells too good♡♡♡"
He sat up, still gripping my hair like reins, and started facefucking me brutally. His thick cock battered the back of my throat with wet, obscene sounds.
*GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUUURK!!!*
Tears streamed down my face as he used my mouth like a fleshlight.
"That's it—choke on it, you nasty dwarf whore. You love cleaning my unwashed cock, don't you?"
"Mmmph—! Yesh♡♡♡ I love your dirty cock♡♡♡ The smell, the taste, everything♡ Use my throat harder, Master!!"
He slapped my bulging cheeks while thrusting, then wrapped his strong hand around my neck and squeezed, choking me while pounding my face. Drool poured down my chin and onto my heaving breasts.
I came hard just from the rough throat-fucking, my pussy squirting onto the floor.
He finally pulled out, strings of saliva connecting my gasping lips to his glistening cock. He slapped my sloppy, tear-stained face again.
"Beg for it properly."
"Please, Master♡♡♡ Fuck my face harder! Choke me, slap me, pull my hair and treat me like your personal cum toilet♡♡♡ I want your thick load down my throat!!"
He grinned darkly and rammed back in, facefucking me even more savagely. He alternated between choking my neck, yanking my hair to control the depth, and slapping my red cheeks while calling me every filthy name I loved.
After several long minutes of relentless throat abuse, he groaned and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into my stomach. I came again from the feeling alone, swallowing greedily.
Even after he finished, he kept his cock in my mouth, making me clean every drop while he stroked my hair almost gently.
"Good girl… but we're not done yet."
He dragged me onto the bed, ripped my clothes off, and pinned me down. He slapped my tits hard, then choked my neck while slamming his still-hard cock deep into my dripping dwarf pussy in one brutal thrust.
"Aaahhhhh♡♡♡ It's splitting me♡♡♡ So deep—Master's cock is ruining my little pussy♡♡♡"
I wrapped my legs around him as he pounded me mercilessly, hips slamming with loud *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP* sounds. He kept one hand choking my neck, the other pulling my hair or slapping my face and breasts red.
"Tell me how much you love being used like a dirty onahole," he growled, slamming into my cervix.
"I love it♡♡♡ I'm your secret sweat-sniffing, cock-cleaning dwarf whore♡♡♡ Fuck me harder! Choke me until I pass out! Fill my womb with your superior human cum♡♡♡ Breed your filthy little pet!!"
He flipped me over, pulled my hair like reins, and railed me doggy-style while spanking my ass bright red. The rough, animalistic sex continued for over an hour — multiple positions, constant choking, face-slapping, hair-pulling, and filthy dirty talk flowing between us.
By the time he finally pumped his second massive load deep into my womb, I was a trembling, cum-filled, mark-covered mess, happily broken and whispering, "More… please use your perverted dwarf slut all night, Master♡♡♡"
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The shopkeeper's new soy-sauce-style broth was a massive success with the dwarves, and my secret late-night visit turned into one of the roughest, most satisfying nights yet.