The cabaret girls called me over.
"Um… we have a favor to ask♡"
Five of them.
These five were former mid-tier courtesans.
When the chairman and I interviewed them, we hired all five under the "big breasts" category.
Their work ethic was solid and they had a good reputation, but…
"It's about the shop♡"
Looking back, our hiring method had been flawed.
Anyone interviewed together with the chairman got accepted purely because of their chest size.
That created this habit of thinking, "If we need something, we can just push our tits against him and it'll work out."
They took their jobs seriously and didn't slack off using work as an excuse, which was commendable, but…
"We heard you're opening a new shop♡"
"We really want to work there too♡"
Right. The new shop issue.
Currently, Avael—the de-aged 55-year-old former JK—was running the cabaret smoothly, so there wasn't much chaos. But factions had already formed among the girls.
The largest faction was the ten former low-tier courtesan candidates. Three had stepped away from cabaret work, leaving seven.
Recently, four more from the same brothel joined them, making it effectively eleven.
Next was the group of five mid-tier courtesans I hired when I bought the mansion. Their leader was Floria. They weren't particularly tight-knit and just did their own thing.
Then there was this group of five former mid-tier courtesans—the "big breasts adoption" squad: Sloira, Howly, Emrial, Urana, and Treat.
These five were very close and always hung out together.
The newest hires were still busy just getting used to the job.
So the cabaret would split into two shops.
One run by Avael.
The other by Annie, from the former low-tier group.
But the exact split hadn't been decided yet.
(What should I do…?)
I hadn't heard of any bad blood, but Avael's presence as a stabilizing force was probably the only reason things hadn't exploded.
"This involves the shop, so let me talk to some other people first."
We held a store meeting.
Attendees: me, Avael, Yuira, and Annie.
"About assigning staff to the new cabaret branch…"
Avael nodded.
"I'd like to hear everyone's thoughts… any advice on how to divide them?"
'Put Sloira in the new shop.'
Annie and Avael spoke at the exact same time.
Seriously?
"So you're saying we should separate Sloira and her four friends from the other group?"
Both of them nodded firmly.
What the hell did Sloira do?
"I don't have any strong feelings either way," Avael said.
"Sloira was technically a mid-tier courtesan, but she was basically at the level of a high-tier candidate. From her perspective, working under me would probably be unbearable."
Annie was from the low-tier group.
Statuses really varied, huh.
"The new hires should stay at the current shop. The new branch can be run by Sloira's group and Floria's group together—ten people. That should prevent any chaos."
"Then who will run the new shop? You, Avael?"
Avael made a slightly bitter face.
"I'd rather oversee both shops as overall manager."
I see.
"Then we should let those ten choose for themselves."
We gathered the ten former mid-tier courtesans in the new shop.
It was interesting—they hadn't even assigned seats yet, but they naturally split into two groups of five.
Sloira's big-breasts faction and Floria's mansion-hire faction.
Sloira's group was tightly knit, while Floria's was more laid-back.
The first to raise her hand was Floria.
"Since we've been gathered for the new shop, I understand we're supposed to discuss things here. So, what's this meeting about?"
Sloira swayed her massive breasts as she spoke.
"Is it about some new service idea~?"
"Avael will manage both shops overall. Annie will run the original location. This new shop will be handled by you ten for now. We need to choose a manager from among you."
A collective murmur rippled through the room.
"How will we decide…?"
"Let's choose by breast size~!"
Sloira said cheerfully.
"Are you an idiot?" Floria shot back.
"The details will be handled by others. Think of it as picking the shop's leader."
"Still, Sloira is…"
Well, Sloira was always like this—bright and cheerful the whole time.
She didn't seem very leader-like, but within her group of five, she was definitely the leader.
The reason? She was insanely popular with customers.
She had a huge fanbase and generously passed her regulars on to the other girls.
That generous spirit earned her a lot of respect.
From my perspective, Floria seemed better suited—she was good at wrangling her more scattered group.
But then Treat from Sloira's faction spoke up.
"Floria looks like a leader, sure, but she passes out the moment she drinks."
Even Floria's own group laughed at that.
"Whether it's Floria or Sloira, the shop will feel relaxed either way, so we don't really care."
Before I knew it, the choice had narrowed down to just the two of them.
"Flat chest vs huge tits."
"I'm not flat! Sloira's the one with weird tits!"
Weird tits?
"Let's settle it with a catfight!"
"Fight it out!"
Random cheering from both sides.
"These ten… aren't they a little too carefree…?"
I watched the girls with growing concern.
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(Mio's Perspective)
My period still hadn't come.
It was too early to be sure, but…
"Well, with that much cum pumped inside me, of course I'd get pregnant."
Now, what to do?
As usual, I headed to Izumi's house.
But when I arrived…
"…? Missed calls?"
Probably from Izumi's friends?
Right after he disappeared there had been tons of calls, but lately they had stopped.
Looking at the number…
"…!? International call!"
That meant…
"Izumi's dad or mom?"
There was a voicemail too.
I played it.
"Izumi~ I heard you disappeared or something~ You still alive~?"
A laid-back voice.
Probably his dad.
"Well, as long as you're alive, anything's fine~"
The message ended.
I lay on Izumi's bed, waiting for him.
"I have two things to report."
"Yeah?"
"Your dad called."
"What'd he say?"
"As long as you're alive, anything's fine."
"Sounds just like him."
Izumi looked exasperated.
"That guy doesn't care if his son fails university or drops out. He literally thinks as long as you're alive, nothing else matters."
"Want to call him back?"
"No need. If I mention another world he'd probably try to come here. Too much hassle."
Come here?
"My dad's a great man. As long as you don't get in his way, he's fine with anything."
A great man.
I'd met him once.
"Right now he's working on desert greening projects."
"He goes to places where people will die if left alone. The failure of the Sahara greening project could affect millions."
Izumi spoke nostalgically.
"It was the same in Myanmar. That's the kind of person he is. When tens of thousands of lives are on the line, my academic record doesn't matter. As long as I'm alive, everything's fine."
A man with unbreakable convictions.
Maybe some of that had rubbed off on Izumi.
"Got it about Dad. What's the second thing?"
"Right…"
"I'm pregnant♡"
"Funyuu♡♡♡ Kiss me♡♡♡"
I had brought a tripod and camera from this side and set it up.
Facing the lens, I spoke with a cute, slutty voice.
"Ehehe♡♡♡ I'm Otsuki Mio♡♡♡ I became my ex-boyfriend's exclusive creampie cumdump and got knocked up♡♡♡"
I flirted shamelessly with the camera.
"Today, please fill me with lots of cum again♡ I'm a total cum addict♡♡♡ I'll die without semen♡♡♡"
Thanks to the knowledge that this would never leak, I grew bolder and bolder.
"Ehehe♡ Maybe Ando-kun from work is watching♡♡♡ You said you were interested in me, right♡♡♡ I know♡♡♡ But sorry♡♡♡ Mio is now just my ex's disposable cum toilet♡♡♡"
Izumi lifted me up and pressed his thick cock against my dripping entrance.
"Aaaah♡♡♡ Everyone watch closely♡♡♡ The moment Mio takes this huge cock, my brain turns into a stupid perverted toilet♡♡♡"
He slammed in with one brutal thrust.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh♡♡♡ I'm cumming♡♡♡ Just from insertion I'm cumming♡♡♡♡♡ My instantly-orgasming pussy is completely trained♡♡♡♡♡"
A massive amount of love juice gushed out of me.
Izumi reached around from behind and pinched my nipples hard.
"Higiiiiiiii♡♡♡♡♡ I'm cumming again♡♡♡♡♡"
*Splash! Splash!*
I squirted repeatedly, already a complete ahegao mess from the very beginning.
"Hey, Mio. Make a peace sign."
I smiled brightly and threw up both hands in double peace.
"Fwaaaaaah♡♡♡ Watch me, everyone♡♡♡ All my coworkers, look♡♡♡ Mio has completely fallen to cock and become a female slave♡♡♡"
Izumi thrust upward powerfully.
The overwhelming pleasure made me scream.
"Oooooohhhhh♡♡♡ So good♡♡♡ Mio is going to die♡♡♡ My pussy is dying from cock♡♡♡♡♡"
While he fucked me in a full nelson lift, I kept moaning into the camera.
"I'm cumming♡♡♡ Give the baby your cum♡♡♡ Please give me semen♡♡♡ Semen♡♡♡♡♡"
*Spurt!! Spurt!!*
"Oooooohhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
The force of his ejaculation made me lose control.
*PSSSSSSSSSSH*
I pissed myself violently.
One single creampie had already broken my mind.
While still kissing Izumi deeply, I begged.
"More♡♡♡ Break Mio even more♡♡♡"
Without a word, Izumi pulled out something.
A marker.
He was going to write on me♡♡♡
"Please cover me in lots of dirty writing♡♡♡ Make it so shameful I can never go back♡♡♡"
Every obscene word he scribbled on my body made me wetter.
"F-Fuck me"
"Cum Addict"
"Big Cock Only"
"Trained Perverted Cum Toilet"
All kinds of filthy phrases.
But the worst was when he handed me the marker.
My lower belly was still blank.
In that space, trembling, I wrote my company name and employee ID number—my greatest pride.
"Fufufu, now I'm going to cover that with cum."
"Hiuuuuuu♡♡♡ My pride♡♡♡ It's going to be ruined by semen♡♡♡"
He rubbed his cock against my lower belly, right over the writing.
"I'm cumming."
"Higiiiiiiiiiiii♡♡♡♡♡"
*Spurt!! Spurt!!*
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
The humiliation of having my pride completely defiled and turned into a sex toy sent me over the edge.
"I'm cumming♡♡♡ I'm going to die♡♡♡"
My mind was already shattered.
"Dirty me more♡♡♡ Mio is such a perverted whore that I'll do anything for cum♡♡♡ Please keep going♡♡♡"
I proudly displayed my cum-covered body to the camera, still desperately begging for more of Izumi's cock.