Lately I've been thinking about one thing a lot.
"I might be way too careless with everything."
Mizuki had helped me check my bank passbook, and the balance was far larger than I ever imagined.
The reason was simple: after breaking up with her, I'd done nothing but work nonstop.
My chain stores actually paid proper overtime, so the money had piled up nicely.
But the real problem was that I wasn't tracking my savings at all.
It was the same even after coming to this world.
I had to physically visit the bank every single time just to know how much I had.
I didn't even know my monthly income.
"This is dangerous! I'm in trouble!"
Yet I was still spending money like crazy—buying villas, mansions, whatever I wanted.
Am I going to be okay? No, definitely not.
"Maybe I should hire someone…"
I decided to consult the bank. They'd probably take a cut, but the current situation was unsustainable.
At the bank.
"We have specialists for exactly this," the banker said with a bright, predatory smile.
It was the kind of smile that said, 'Another fat duck just walked in carrying leeks on its back.'
Still, the risk was real. If I didn't get control of my finances soon, things could spiral.
It would be best if I could manage it myself, but people have strengths and weaknesses.
I possessed the kind of easygoing adaptability that let me survive being suddenly thrown into another world.
Probably because I'd traveled overseas so much as a kid.
That ability to adapt quickly was my real strength.
I didn't sweat the small stuff.
It was both a virtue and a flaw—my flaw was that I was so unbothered by details I couldn't even manage my own money.
So the smart move was obvious: let the professionals handle what they're good at!
I'd hire help.
I waited relaxed in the bank's waiting room, reflecting on how familiar this place had become. I came here all the time now.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
The banker returned with an unfamiliar woman and an old man.
"I called both of them. You can hire just one if you prefer. Please talk with them and decide."
The woman's name was Komora.
She had a cute, soft, rounded figure—overall very adorable.
Yeah. Definitely cute.
The other was an old man named Dengle.
He looked rugged and imposing, the kind of guy who commanded respect at first glance.
I explained my messy financial situation to both.
"U-um… first of all… you should probably start by properly grasping your income…"
Komora spoke hesitantly, stumbling over her words.
Yeah, I already knew that part. I needed to know *how*.
"First, we should centralize your management," Dengle said crisply. "From what I've heard, you operate three main businesses."
In sharp contrast to Komora, the old man was decisive and clear.
"The largest by volume—but also the most unstable monthly—is sake sales. Next is the hostess club you call a cabaret, which handles entertainment and client接待. Last is the restaurant business. All three are currently managed separately."
I nodded along.
He was spot on. I handled the sake, Avael managed the cabaret, and Yuira took care of the restaurant finances.
"Each has different seasonal demands, yet they're operating independently. That's inefficient. Centralizing operations is essential for the health of all your businesses."
I kept nodding.
For some reason Komora was nodding too, even though she was supposed to be listening.
Why are you acting like the audience?
"Our role is to handle the numbers," Dengle continued. "We cannot interfere with business decisions, but we can tell you exactly how much is coming in, how much is going out, how much you'll need going forward, and how much you can safely invest. We'll give you clear, actionable figures."
Damn, Dengle was incredibly easy to understand.
"Tracking cash flow is difficult. Are daily ledgers even being kept? For this scale, it must be a heavy burden."
I nodded. It really was.
"We can lighten that load dramatically. We're professionals. We can simplify the daily records and, with our assistance, cut the burden in half or more."
That sounded perfect!
"I'd like to hire you!"
"Very well. But words are cheap, so let's look at your actual ledgers together."
While I showed them the books, I negotiated quietly with the banker.
"I'll take Dengle-san!"
I said it with a big smile.
That man seemed completely reliable.
The banker made a slightly awkward face.
"…Are you sure you don't want Komora-san…?"
"…? It's not that she's bad, but…"
Comparing the two, it was obvious.
"Actually… she's been having trouble finding work lately…"
Ah, I could see why. With that hesitant personality…
"She's perfectly capable at the actual tasks, but she struggles with self-promotion."
So it was an appeal issue?
"Dengle is older, so some people reject him based on looks alone, but he's remarkably vigorous and sharp regardless of age."
Yeah. He definitely seemed dependable.
"…Would you consider hiring both of them…?"
Each salary was 10 gold per month.
So,
"I'll hire both."
"That would be wonderful. My eyes aren't what they used to be for all that paperwork."
"I'll do my best!"
Both looked genuinely happy.
Great!
This should finally solve my money problems!
Later that evening, at the villa.
I'd finished work at the soba shop and teleported over.
"This coastline really is on another level…"
I flopped down onto the warm sandy beach.
There were almost no bugs here, and no magic beasts either.
I could lie on the shore without a single worry.
"Ahh~ this feels so good…"
The night beach.
Everything felt like it was being gently washed away by the sound of the waves.
I dozed off just like that, completely relaxed.
"…Excuse me…"
When I slowly opened my eyes, Valante was standing right in front of me, looking down with a mix of exasperation and concern.
My pants and shirt were completely soaked.
This was…
"Do I need to explain the tides to you from the beginning?"
Valante's voice was flat, her beautiful elf features twisted in disbelief.
Apparently I had nearly drowned in my sleep as the tide rose.
"You're definitely pregnant, so please stop moving around so much. It's dangerous."
She grabbed my arm and dragged me to higher, safer ground.
"Thanks!"
"Please… stop moving around so much."
Hm?
"Please stop moving around so much."
That could only mean one thing.
"Then, as an apology—"
"Noooooooo♡♡♡ The baby will be startled♡♡♡♡♡"
Without any foreplay, I slammed my cock straight into Valante's tight, dripping elf pussy in one rough thrust.
"Wow… Elf pussy really is on another level…"
It honestly felt like her insides were crafted exclusively for taking cock—hot, wet, and perfectly shaped to milk every inch.
"Oooohhh♡♡♡ Nooo♡♡♡♡♡"
The moment I started fucking Valante, I never wanted to pull out. Her walls wriggled and squeezed in waves, massaging me with mind-blowing pleasure.
"I'm going to cum inside—"
"Yes♡♡♡ Give the baby your thick milk♡♡♡♡♡"
*Spurt!! Spurt!!*
I flooded her womb with the first heavy load.
"Oooohhh♡♡♡ It's pouring in so deep and hot♡♡♡ Feels so fucking good♡♡♡"
But I didn't pull out even after softening a little. I kept grinding slowly inside her cum-filled pussy, stirring my own seed. Her walls immediately started squirming again, eagerly bringing me back to full, throbbing hardness.
"W-why♡♡♡ It's getting even bigger inside me♡♡♡ How is it swelling again so fast♡♡♡"
"Because your greedy elf cunt is too perfect. It won't let me go soft."
"Ahh… it feels so good… Your cum inside my pussy is being churned by your fat cock♡♡♡ It's incredible♡♡♡ I love it so much♡♡♡"
A loud, wet *gush!* erupted as her pussy juices sprayed violently around my shaft.
"Oooohhh♡♡♡ My pussy is turning stupid from your cock♡♡♡ It's going completely dumb♡♡♡"
"Round two, you pregnant elf slut."
"I'm cumminggggg!!!!"
*Spurt!! Spurt!!*
"Fuuuuhiiiiiiii♡♡♡♡"
So fucking good.
This really was the best feeling in both worlds.
"More♡♡♡ Give me more, harder♡♡♡"
Her plump ass started trembling uncontrollably.
"Nooo♡ Pull out once, please♡"
Instead of listening, I grabbed a thick fistful of her long silver hair and yanked her head back sharply, forcing her to arch.
*SMACK!*
I slapped her flushed cheek hard, the sound echoing over the waves.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, you cock-drunk elf whore."
"Ahh—!♡♡♡ Yes… slap me harder while you ruin my pregnant pussy♡♡♡"
I tightened my grip on her hair and started pounding her with brutal, deep strokes, my hips slamming against her ass loud enough to rival the ocean.
*Slap-slap-slap-slap!*
Each thrust made her swollen belly jiggle slightly.
I wrapped my other hand around her slender neck and squeezed firmly, choking her just enough to make her eyes widen and her pussy clamp down even tighter.
"Feel that? Your cunt squeezes me so fucking hard when I choke you."
"Nnngh—!♡♡♡ Choke me more… make me light-headed while you breed me♡♡♡ I'm just your pregnant elf onahole♡♡♡"
I loosened my grip for a second so she could gasp a desperate breath, then squeezed again in time with my savage thrusts.
*SMACK! SMACK!*
I slapped her face twice more, leaving bright red handprints on both cheeks.
"Look at me while I fuck you stupid. Smell how sweaty and musky I am after a long day—does that turn your perverted elf nose on?"
I shoved her face into my chest, forcing her to inhale my strong, masculine scent while I kept railing her.
"Mmmph—!♡♡♡ Your smell… your dirty man smell is making me cum again♡♡♡ I love how you reek after work♡♡♡"
Her pussy gushed loudly around me as another orgasm ripped through her.
I didn't let up. I pulled my cock out with a wet pop, strings of cum and her juices connecting us, then immediately shoved the slick, cum-covered shaft straight into her mouth.
"Clean it, smell-slut. Taste your own pussy and my cum mixed together."
Valante moaned around my thickness, gagging as I started facefucking her roughly on the sand.
*Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck!*
I held her head with both hands and thrust deep into her throat, my heavy balls slapping against her chin.
"Take it all the way down. Choke on it like the shameless pregnant whore you are."
She looked up at me with teary eyes, mascara running, but her tongue swirled eagerly.
I slapped her cheek again—*SMACK!*—while my cock was buried in her throat.
"Good girl. Now smell my sweaty balls while I fuck your face."
I pulled out just long enough to grind my heavy, musky sack across her nose and lips.
"Inhale deep. That's the smell of the man who owns your pregnant cunt."
Valante whimpered, inhaling greedily, her hand frantically rubbing her clit.
"I'm cumming just from your balls' smell♡♡♡ Please… use my throat harder♡♡♡"
I grabbed her hair again, yanked her head back, and slammed back into her mouth, facefucking her with merciless speed.
*Gluck-gluck-gluck!*
Between brutal thrusts I choked her neck with one hand, slapped her reddened face with the other, and kept talking dirty.
"You love being treated like a cheap cumdump on the beach, don't you? Pregnant elf elite reduced to a facefucked, piss-soaked toy."
"Yesh—!♡♡♡ I love it♡♡♡ Slap me, choke me, pull my hair while you rape my throat♡♡♡ I'm your dirty smell fetish elf♡♡♡"
I felt my balls tightening again.
"Gonna flood your throat this time—swallow every drop while I choke you out."
I buried myself to the hilt, both hands around her neck squeezing hard as thick ropes of cum shot straight down her esophagus.
Valante's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing in another violent orgasm as she squirted all over the sand.
Only when I finally pulled out did she collapse, gasping, face completely ruined—red from slaps, swollen lips, cum and drool everywhere, nose still filled with my scent.
But I wasn't finished.
I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and slammed back into her cum-leaking pussy.
"Round three, you filthy pregnant bitch. I'm going to break this elf cunt tonight."
"Yes♡♡♡ Break me♡♡♡ Use your pregnant elf onahole until I can't walk♡♡♡ Choke me, slap me, smell me, piss on me—do whatever you want♡♡♡"
I pounded her mercilessly, one hand choking her neck, the other slapping her tits and face in turns, pulling her hair whenever she tried to look away.
The wet sounds of our bodies, her moans, my dirty commands, and the distant waves mixed together under the night sky.
We kept going like that for a long, long time—rough, raw, and completely intoxicating.
Valante eventually passed out with a blissful, fucked-stupid smile, her body covered in cum, piss, and handprints, belly slightly swollen from multiple creampies.
I lay beside her on the cool sand, breathing hard, completely satisfied.
This really was the best life.