I had become a great merchant, well-known enough across the land that people now treated me with genuine respect.
That was why I found myself in this position—being entertained rather than doing the entertaining.
Yes, a reception.
We were in the massive garden known as the "Grand Hall" in the city of Shiki. I had been invited to a standing buffet party here.
Unlike the previous Rodi Kingdom coronation, where I somehow ended up working even though I was supposed to be a guest, this time I was purely a guest.
In fact, I was the guest of honor.
A standing party thrown specifically to entertain me!
When the hell did I get this important?
Of course, there was a reason.
No matter how successful a merchant I had become, normal merchants didn't receive this level of treatment. Merchants were the ones who did the hosting.
So why all this fuss?
The answer was sitting right beside me.
The person who had decided to sell the new high-grade sake that replaced Sekauma as their exclusive product—a premium wholesaler of fine liquors.
This man had gathered nobles from all over and was serving my sake to them.
And right now, he was lavishing me with hospitality.
At first I didn't understand why he'd go to such lengths, but it quickly became clear.
He was essentially showing off: "This magnificent sake is exclusively contracted to my shop."
By treating the producer—me—so grandly, he was making a very public statement.
Well, it was a grateful situation, so I let myself be thoroughly entertained.
A standing buffet party.
We didn't really have these back in Japan.
After all, I barely attended university before dropping out, and after that I only ever worked part-time at a soba shop and then as its manager.
I had traveled overseas a lot, but only because my parents dragged me along.
My parents ran an NGO that helped poor and struggling people around the world, so the places I visited were always like that.
Standing parties, huh…
I'd done plenty of standing-and-eating events, but never anything this fancy.
It felt nostalgic.
"Izumi-san, this is Minister Seekweel Aladils of the Meta Duchy."
Another hard-to-remember name.
"I'm Izumi. Nice to meet you."
"You're so young, yet you possess such wonderful skill. This sake truly moved me."
The minister smiled warmly.
"I'm honored."
"We've already secured the deal. We look forward to receiving the product."
With that, he left.
"…Even a minister came?"
"Yes. Alcohol is something every nation wants. It keeps well, after all. And the sake you make never leaves a bad hangover."
I see.
"I'm glad I decided to release this. Everyone seems to want it. Please continue to work with us."
That night, as always, I worked at my usual place.
The izakaya-slash-soba shop.
This rundown little shop was my true home in this world.
Even after I bought a villa and a mansion, this shabby place remained my pride.
"Soba's ready!"
The shop was still full of old men, just the way I liked it.
It reminded me of the shop in Shinbashi back in Japan.
"…Nostalgic."
I didn't feel like going back anymore.
But that was fine too.
"Alright, the sea bream tempura is up!"
Wherever I went, I made soba.
I lived by making soba.
The next day was a holiday.
Honestly, this world had a lot of days off. Modern society really overworked people.
I was staying at the hot spring villa I'd ended up buying.
I still had plenty of money, after all.
But man, I was spending it like crazy.
The new mansion I bought recently was currently under renovation. I'd asked the dwarves to connect it underground to my current mansion.
And now this place.
I wanted to build a proper house here eventually.
But unlike the island, there weren't many trees around. Materials were scarce.
"What should I do…? Guess I'll go ask."
I decided to consult the dwarves.
"Once the current underground passage is finished, I want to build a house here, but there aren't any trees nearby."
"Hmm."
The dwarves thought for a moment, then said,
"Can't tell without seeing it."
So we all transferred over to the hot spring area together.
"Ahh, yeah, this won't work. Not enough materials."
They shot it down instantly.
Hmm. Maybe I should've thought harder before buying.
Still, I could always soak in the hot springs and then transfer straight back to the mansion. I didn't have to force a house here.
That was when one of the dwarves pointed at the rocky cliff.
"This rock is excellent quality. How about building a cave house instead?"
The dwarves were truly brilliant.
Thank you, dwarves.
In gratitude, I made them a fresh batch of my special sake.
Then—
"Shopkeeper."
"Almar-san."
Almar had shown up.
She said she'd been coming back here more often lately.
"You're staying here tonight, right?"
"Yeah."
I kept pouring more sake while we talked.
When the brewing was done and I went upstairs, the usual banquet was already in full swing.
"Drink up!"
"Thanks for the meal!"
My sake!
Everyone was gulping it down.
And because they were dwarves, they were also devouring meat.
So good!
Meat really is delicious!
Why don't more people eat it? What a waste.
"I drank too much~"
I staggered toward the room that had been prepared for me.
"Oh? What's wrong?"
For some reason, Almar was already inside.
Why—?
"I'm so drunk~"
"Yes, yes. You really overdid it."
She laughed as I collapsed onto the bed.
"Ahahaha, what a great sake~"
I was in a pleasant, dizzy haze. It felt wonderful.
"…You're such a drunkard."
Almar approached, her voice soft.
"Yeah, I'm totally wasted!"
She leaned in close and—
"Mmmph!"
—kissed me without warning.
"It's just a drunkard's delusion," she whispered playfully.
"Yeah! I've been holding it in for so long!"
"Mhm♡ So let's fix that."
Almar slid my pants down.
"♡♡♡ Haaah… s-so strong♡♡♡ This smell… I've been craving it so badly♡♡♡"
She pressed her face against my chest, rubbing her nose into my skin.
"What? Almar-san, you're a smell fetishist~?"
I grinned and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Nnnh♡♡♡♡♡"
Her hot breath tickled my skin.
"Does smelling a man's scent turn you on that much?"
She didn't answer with words. Instead, she licked my armpit, seeking out the strongest traces of my musk.
"Mmmmn♡♡♡♡♡ It stinks so good♡♡♡ I get so wet just from a man's dirty smell♡♡♡"
Her hand slipped between her own legs and she started masturbating shamelessly.
"Heh heh. Then I'll give you the strongest smell I have."
I pressed my cock right against her nose.
Just that—
"Fuuuuhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
*Squirt!!*
She came instantly, just from the scent.
"Almar-san, I haven't even touched you yet."
I rubbed my cock all over her face, smearing precum across her cheeks and lips.
"It's c-coming out♡♡♡ It's leaking because my face has become an erogenous zone♡♡♡"
Her nostrils flared as she desperately inhaled my scent.
"Smell fetishists are amazing. Alright then—how about I paint your nose with cum?"
"N-nooo♡♡♡ I'll die from pleasure♡♡♡ Don't put cum in my nose♡♡♡"
I ignored her teasing protest and kept grinding my cock against her face.
"I'm gonna cum."
"Nnnhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
*Spurt!!*
Thick ropes of semen shot straight into her nostrils.
"Let's pack it in nice and deep."
I used the head of my cock to push the cum further inside her nose.
"Hoooooooh♡♡♡♡"
The warm seed filled her nasal passages. Soon her nose was swollen like a little balloon from the sheer volume.
"Cum♡♡♡ It smells like nothing but cum♡♡♡ I'm so happy♡♡♡ I'm cumming againnnnn♡♡♡"
*Squirt!!*
She sprayed wildly, body convulsing in repeated orgasms.
"Cum♡♡♡ Cum♡♡♡ My brain is being completely taken over by your cum♡♡♡"
Almar smiled blissfully, her entire face glistening with my semen.
But I wasn't done. Not even close.
I grabbed a fistful of her silver hair and yanked her head back hard, forcing her to look up at me with those hazy, lust-drunk eyes.
"Open your fucking mouth, smell-slut."
Almar moaned at the rough command, lips parting obediently.
I didn't ease in. I slammed my still-hard, cum-smeared cock straight down her throat in one brutal thrust.
"Gllk—!!"
Her eyes widened, tears instantly spilling as I buried myself to the hilt. Her throat bulged visibly around my thickness.
"That's it—take every inch, you filthy smell whore."
I started fucking her face with savage, relentless strokes—pulling back until only the head remained between her lips, then slamming forward until her nose was mashed against my pubes, smearing more cum and her own drool everywhere.
*Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck!*
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as I used her mouth like a toy.
Almar gagged and choked, but her hips kept bucking, fingers frantically rubbing her soaked pussy.
I reached down and slapped her cheek hard—*SMACK!*—leaving a red handprint.
"Eyes on me while I rape your throat."
She whimpered around my cock, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up my spine.
I slapped her other cheek, harder this time. *SMACK!*
"You love this, don't you? Getting your pretty face beaten while choking on my dick."
"Mmmph—! Yessh♡♡♡ I love it♡♡♡ Hurt me more while I smell youuu♡♡♡"
Her words were garbled, but the desperate need in her voice was clear.
I tightened my grip on her hair and started truly facefucking her—fast, deep, merciless thrusts that made her throat convulse around me.
Every time I bottomed out, I held myself there, choking her with my cock until her face turned red and fresh tears streamed down her cum-streaked cheeks.
Then I'd pull back just enough for her to gasp a desperate breath before plunging in again.
"Fuck—your throat is gripping me so tight. You were made for this, weren't you?"
I wrapped my other hand around her slender neck and squeezed, cutting off her air completely while I kept pounding her face.
Almar's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her pussy gushed loudly onto the sheets.
I loosened my grip just enough for her to suck in a wheezing breath, then choked her again, timing it with every brutal thrust.
"Smell it—smell my balls while I choke you out, you dirty bitch."
I pulled her face even tighter against me, grinding my heavy, sweaty sack across her nose and lips while my cock ravaged her throat.
Almar came again, harder than before—her whole body shaking violently as she squirted all over the floor.
I finally yanked my cock free with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting her gasping mouth to my glistening shaft.
She coughed and wheezed, but immediately leaned forward, tongue hanging out, begging.
"More… please… I need your smell… your cock… don't stop…"
I slapped her face again—*SMACK!*—then grabbed her hair and forced her back down.
"We're just getting started."
I shoved my cock back into her mouth and resumed the savage facefucking, alternating between choking her neck, slapping her flushed cheeks, and yanking her hair so hard her scalp stung.
Between brutal thrusts, I let her speak—just enough to hear her broken, horny pleas.
"Harder… slap me harder while you fuck my face♡♡♡"
*SMACK! SMACK!*
"You like being treated like a dirty onahole?"
"Yesss♡♡♡ I'm your smell-cum toilet♡♡♡ Use me rougher—choke me until I pass out on your cock♡♡♡"
I did exactly that.
I fucked her throat without mercy, slapping her face red, pulling her hair, choking her until her vision blurred, then letting her breathe only to do it all over again.
Every time she came, she screamed around my cock, the vibrations milking me closer to the edge.
Finally, I felt my balls tighten.
"I'm gonna flood your throat—drink every drop, you smell-obsessed slut."
I buried myself as deep as possible, choking her with both hands around her neck while I pumped thick, hot ropes of cum straight into her stomach.
Almar's eyes crossed in overwhelming pleasure as she came one last time, squirting violently while swallowing everything I gave her.
When I finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, face completely ruined—red from slaps, swollen from choking, covered in cum and drool, nose still plugged with my earlier load.
She looked up at me with a blissful, fucked-stupid smile.
"More… ♡ I want to smell you all night… use me until I can't think of anything but your cock and your scent…"
I grinned, already hard again.
The night was still young.
And I had every intention of giving my little smell fetishist exactly what she craved—rough, relentless, and completely intoxicating