It must have been magical exhaustion.
When I woke up, my whole body felt heavy and drained, even though I hadn't had sex the night before.
"What the hell…?"
I started replenishing the wine barrels with magic from early morning. The moment the dwarven children saw the barrels filling by themselves, they swarmed me.
"The forced labor for brewing is gone!"
"Thank you!"
"Please stay here forever!"
A bunch of tiny dwarves latched onto me, chattering excitedly. Six of them at once made it impossible to move.
"Stop—hey, this area is off-limits! Go back over there!"
" We wanna help~!"
"Let's make it together~!"
Just as I was about to be overwhelmed, a sharp voice cut through the chaos.
"Hey! What are you doing!? I told you kids you're not allowed in here!"
Almar came running. The children scattered with playful squeals.
"Thanks for the save, Almar-san."
"Honestly, those kids…" She sighed. Apparently, dwarven children were traditionally forced to help with brewing, so they were genuinely grateful and wanted to "help" me.
"The king means well, but you should still refuse," she added. "The food in the human city is much better anyway."
"…Almar-san, you don't eat meat, right?"
She blinked, then nodded. "No, the women don't."
That explained a lot. The dwarf capital would be heaven if I could eat meat there.
Still… "That city feels like my hometown now," I said with a smile.
---
Back in the City of Knowledge, I had handed most of the other shop management to Yuira and was focusing on my main store. Today, however, I went to Fair's place because of a certain harpist I'd hired — Marola.
She was extremely professional: she played her harp beautifully, never flirted with customers, and left the moment her shift ended. That cool, detached attitude had actually made her popular, but now she had a problem.
"On my way home, a girl keeps following me," Marola said flatly.
A stalker.
"I thought maybe I'd upset someone with my cold attitude, but…"
"No, that's not it," I replied. "That's definitely romantic interest."
A same-sex crush. We already had Royza in the harem, so it wasn't an issue for me, but Marola looked troubled.
"I'll keep an eye on things tonight," I told her.
I stayed until closing. The combination of Marola's elegant harp and Fair's warm hospitality created a wonderful atmosphere.
When her shift ended, Marola bowed expressionlessly and left. A young woman immediately slipped out after her. I followed discreetly.
"Eek!?"
She noticed me instantly.
"Are you a murderer!?"
"No. You've been tailing Marola, haven't you?"
"I'm not tailing her! I'm just making sure she gets home safely!"
"…Her house is right there."
"I have to watch until her lights go out!"
This was borderline dangerous. A woman standing alone in the street at night for hours, even in a relatively safe area.
"You've been really lucky nothing bad has happened…"
The woman smiled. "Oh, I'm a professional assassin, so I can handle myself."
...
"…Excuse me?"
"My job is assassination. I only kill when I'm paid. If there's no money involved, I don't kill."
This was way too dangerous to get involved with. Whether she was serious or delusional, she was clearly trouble.
Valante appeared just then. "Master."
"Valante-san!" My most reliable guard.
She took one look at the woman and tensed. "This one's bad news."
"Yeah, I can tell."
The assassin introduced herself as Euryaut Valante — same clan as Valante, apparently. After a tense discussion, we managed to convince her to stop the stalking behavior, though Valante warned me she was too skilled to deal with easily.
I really didn't want to get involved with dangerous people like this…
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**(Royza's Perspective)**
"Royza big sis, let's play cards!"
"Sure."
While Yuira was away, I was staying at the shop again. Oumi had been spending a lot of time in my room, playing and even sleeping here. It was fine with me, but Yuira had recently confided that Oumi seemed to be avoiding her.
Maybe a rebellious phase?
I decided to ask directly.
"Oumi-chan… has something happened between you and your mother?"
Oumi's cheeks flushed. She looked down.
"…Royza big sis, Mom is being dominated."
"…Huh?"
"I saw it. The shop owner is dominating her. He does really mean things to her, but she looks so happy. He thrusts into her so deep she screams, saying she loves it. She keeps calling herself a slave, a meat toilet, a cumdump… over and over."
Oumi's voice trembled, but her face was bright red.
"It's scary… but…"
She suddenly stood up and pulled her pants and panties down in one motion. Her smooth, 18-year-old pussy was glistening with arousal, strands of sticky nectar dripping down her thighs.
"…I can't stop. Ever since I saw Mom like that, I can't stop touching myself…"
Her fingers shook as she reached down and rubbed her swollen clit.
"Hiiiigiii!!! "
*Squirt!*
She came instantly, just from that single touch, juices splashing onto the floor.
"Oumi-chan… your sensitivity is insane…"
"Big sis… help me… I don't want to become like Mom… but I can't stop… it feels too good…"
She pinched her nipples hard and moaned sweetly.
I knew this was dangerous, but the sight of the beautiful 18-year-old half-human girl trembling with need made something snap inside me.
*(This is to help her… yes, that's it…)*
I pulled Oumi into my arms and gently but firmly took control.
"You're hurting yourself by scratching like that. Let me show you how to do it properly."
I laid her on the bed, spread her legs wide, and began slowly circling her clit with two fingers, applying perfect pressure.
"Aaahhh♡ …Oooohhh♡♡♡"
"Feels better like this, right?"
"Yes♡ Big sis… your fingers feel so good♡"
I leaned down and sucked one of her perky nipples into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue while my fingers kept teasing her dripping slit.
"Hyaan♡"
Her moans grew louder and sweeter. I slid two fingers inside her tight, virgin-tight pussy and curled them against her G-spot while my thumb kept rubbing her clit.
"You're soaking wet. Look how your pussy is sucking my fingers in."
I lowered my face between her thighs and dragged my tongue slowly from her entrance up to her clit, savoring her sweet taste.
"Hyaannn♡♡♡ Big sis's tongue… it's inside me♡♡♡"
I ate her out hungrily, sucking on her clit and tongue-fucking her while my hands roamed up to pinch and twist her nipples. Oumi's hips bucked wildly.
"Big sis… I'm… I'm going to cum again—aaaahhhhh♡♡♡"
She squirted hard, soaking my face. I didn't stop. I kept licking and fingering her through the orgasm, then suddenly slapped her clit lightly.
*Smack!*
"Kyaaaah♡♡♡"
Her whole body jolted in pleasure.
"You like it a little rough, don't you? Just like your mother."
I slapped her clit again, then her inner thighs, before shoving three fingers deep inside her and pumping hard.
"Yes♡♡♡ I like it rough♡ Big sis, slap me more♡ Pull my hair♡"
I grabbed a fistful of her soft hair and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. I leaned in and bit down on her neck while choking her lightly with my other hand.
"You're such a naughty girl, Oumi. Watching your mom get fucked like a whore made you this wet? You want to be used too, don't you?"
"I do♡♡♡ I'm scared but… I want it♡ Choke me harder, big sis! Slap my face while you finger-fuck me♡♡♡"
*Smack! Smack!*
I slapped her flushed cheeks, then her tits, leaving pink marks as I relentlessly fingered her dripping cunt. I pulled her hair harder, forcing her to look into my eyes while I choked her and rubbed her clit furiously.
"Beg for it. Tell me what a perverted little slut you are."
"I'm a perverted slut♡♡♡ Just like Mom♡ I want to be dominated and used♡ Please make me cum again—choke me, slap me, pull my hair harder♡♡♡"
I flipped her onto all fours, yanked her hair like reins, and shoved my face back between her legs from behind, licking her asshole and pussy at the same time while fingering her roughly. My other hand reached around to slap her clit repeatedly.
Oumi screamed in ecstasy, squirting again and again. I didn't let up. I choked her from behind, slapped her ass bright red, pulled her hair, and kept up a constant stream of filthy encouragement.
"You're going to cum on my tongue like the dirty girl you are. Say it!"
"I'm a dirty girl♡ Big sis's dirty cumslut♡ I want Master to fuck me like he fucks Mom—facefuck me, choke me, slap me, pull my hair and treat me like a meat toilet too♡♡♡"
I made her cum over a dozen times—fingering, licking, slapping, choking, hair-pulling—until she was a trembling, sobbing, squirting mess. Only then did I pull her into a deep, sloppy kiss, our tongues tangling as we ground our wet pussies together in a passionate tribbing session.
We kept going for over an hour, lost in rough, loving lesbian pleasure—hair pulling, face slapping, neck choking, nipple biting, and endless dirty talk about how she wanted to be used by me and eventually by the shop owner just like her mother.
By the end, Oumi was completely exhausted, covered in sweat, love bites, and her own juices, whispering happily, "Big sis… I want more… teach me everything…"
I stroked her hair gently. "We'll talk to Yuira-san and the Master about this… but for now, rest."
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The shop owner's new broth was gaining popularity, Marola's stalker situation was handled (for now), and a new, very steamy secret had begun between Royza and Oumi.