The believers who worshipped Meryujinu came from all sorts of races. Most were beastkin, but there were plenty of unfamiliar species I had never seen before.
Especially this one…
"…A bipedal armadillo…?"
That was the only way I could describe it. The face was pure armadillo too. My brain immediately fired off a ridiculous Kansai-style retort: "What the hell is this nonsense?"
Anyway, these people — or rather, these non-humans — needed regular meals, and I was the one supplying them.
"Soba and dumpling soup got accepted pretty well, at least."
There was zero chance of making any money from this. After all, this was the poorest district in the city. Nobody here had any coin to spare.
"For now, how about a tasting session?"
I called over Raiza and Urdoripusu-san to help prepare a wide variety of dishes.
"Eat as much as you want! Just tell me which ones taste good!"
Everyone dug in happily, faces lighting up with joy.
"This is the first time I've ever eaten this much!"
A cheerful girl with fluffy sheep-like ears and woolly hair beamed as she spoke.
The tasting party was a huge success in terms of happiness, but the feedback was useless.
"Everything was delicious!"
That was literally all anyone said. Not exactly helpful for menu planning.
"You can eat it, that's all that matters. Nobody here is picky," Meryujinu muttered while chewing on a piece of meat.
Meat, huh.
"You eat meat too?"
"Huh? Obviously. It'd be stupid to skip something this tasty."
So there were no religious taboos against eating meat.
"None at all. Hell, we don't even have proper doctrines."
It was all incredibly casual.
"In that case… let's develop some proper meat dishes!"
There were cow-like creatures in this world used for plowing fields. When their numbers grew too large, they became cheap to buy. Here they were called Kouhoku.
They were affordable, but butchering them was a pain. I came from a chain soba restaurant, so I had zero experience with that. Normally, the dirty work of dismantling beasts fell to the lowest slave class — exactly the kind of people living in this district.
"Kouhoku meat is seriously delicious! Can someone handle the butchering?"
At first they gave me strange looks. To them, meat was something you ate only when you were desperate and starving.
But the dwarves had eaten it before and confirmed it was amazing. The only problem was that the meat was quite tough since the animals weren't raised specifically for food.
Still, if I simmered it long enough and seasoned it well, it should turn out great.
I took the cut-up meat, tossed it into a big pot, and kept adding seasonings while it boiled for hours. I wished I had a pressure cooker, but of course that didn't exist here.
Eventually, I created a rich soup with tender meat and grains.
"It smells so good…"
"I wanna eat!"
Everyone happily dug in, and thankfully they all seemed to enjoy it.
"You can't come here and cook every single time," Jelaghadome-san pointed out during our discussion at her house. As usual, the giant smiling flower face on her wall kept cackling "Uke-ke-ke-ke-ke!"
"That's true…"
"Teach someone among them how to cook. Since there are people who can butcher the meat, there must be some who can handle the rest."
"Good point. I'll ask around."
I packed large jars with ingredients and called out to the crowd.
"I'll keep supplying the ingredients regularly. Is anyone here good at cooking?"
A shy hand slowly rose.
"…Yes, I can do it."
It was the same sheep-eared girl from earlier.
"Great! I'll teach you together with the others. I'll also leave barrels of alcohol and juice, so help yourselves to those too."
Lately, dealing with Meryujinu's situation had kept me away from the main shop too much. I sat down with Denguru-san to check the accounts.
"New store preparations have meant pausing Coaché's shop, so sales are slightly down overall, but alcohol revenue has been insane."
Alcohol.
The special brew I'd given the usual wholesaler — the one I named "Shizuku" (Droplet), also known as Sekauma II — was selling like crazy.
It now fetched a higher price than regular Sekauma. The royal brother handling Sekauma was terrible at marketing, which had driven its price down, while Shizuku's value kept climbing. In this world, the perceived worth of liquor depended heavily on who was selling it.
Wholesale price for Shizuku was 20 gold coins per bottle. On the market it went for 100 gold coins — basically a million yen per bottle. Insane.
Nobles treated owning even one bottle as a status symbol. They didn't drink it like normal booze; they savored a single drop by smell alone. Because it was so expensive, demand wasn't huge in volume, but it sold steadily.
One bottle of Shizuku easily covered the losses from closing Coaché's shop.
Shizuku really was incredible. In theory, I could live luxuriously just selling that, but that lifestyle didn't suit me.
"By the way, how's Komoru-san doing?"
"She's calmed down a lot. When she takes her time, she makes fewer mistakes."
That was good to hear.
I headed over to the cabaret club before opening hours and the moment I opened the door—
"I'm cummingggggg!!!!!!"
*Splash!!!!*
A face-full of girl-cum greeted me.
"Wow… this is actually a talent," Avael-san muttered in disbelief.
Right in front of me, Komoru-san had her legs spread wide, pussy convulsing as she rode out an orgasm.
"Why the hell are you doing it right at the entrance?"
"Every time I squirt, someone gets hit, so I aimed toward the empty direction…"
Talent? Or a curse?
"…Fuuunyaa… feels so goood…♡♡♡"
Komoru-san wore the happiest, most blissful smile imaginable. Her pussy was steaming, and her pubic hair was thick and wild — ridiculously erotic.
I leaned in closer without thinking, and—
*Splurt!!!!*
Her pussy suddenly clenched and shot another powerful jet straight into my eyes.
"My eyes—!!!!"
It stung like hell!
The cabaret had been split into two shops.
One featured Annie's group of lower-ranking trainees plus the new hires. The other was run by Sloira's team and Floria's team — ten girls total. Sloira was the leader, and I had been extremely worried because she was so laid-back.
But the new shop was doing amazingly well.
"Welcome~♪"
The customers felt safer knowing the popular Sloira was in charge.
"It's Sloira-chan's shop, after all."
The original five from Sloira's group were tightly knit, and Floria's girls worked with real responsibility, saying "We have to support them properly."
So that side had no problems.
Surprisingly, the issue was with Annie's shop.
"…Annie is pushing herself too hard," Avael-san said with concern.
"Only six of Annie's original group remain, plus the newcomers. It's natural for customer numbers to drop a bit. I keep telling her that…"
Apparently Annie was stressing over the reduced foot traffic and trying to compensate with over-the-top service.
"I'll talk to her too."
"Please do."
After speaking with Annie, I explained calmly.
"It's perfectly normal for customer numbers to drop by half when you split the shop."
"…B-but…"
When we checked the numbers, Annie's shop had only dropped by twenty percent. Sloira's shop, on the other hand, was earning just as much as the original combined location.
"Sloira's shop has the novelty factor. It's natural they have momentum right now."
"…Yes."
For now, we agreed to stop the excessive service. That was the main thing.
===
Ayaka and the others were at the live house.
They had been practicing hard, and new songs came together quickly. The band members were shocked at how well Ayaka was doing.
Today they were the surprise guest for a band that had Crazy Nasty's guitarist Jirou on support.
It was Ayaka's first time singing in front of people since her return, yet she showed zero nervousness.
"It's a tiny venue," she said, sounding bored.
"We started from places like this," the drummer gently reminded her.
"I know. Size doesn't matter. We're starting over from scratch."
The drummer looked relieved at her words.
"Tonight we have a very special guest—!"
The band began the introduction.
"On guitar support — Jirou-san from Crazy Nasty!"
Jirou bowed.
"It's not 'was'! It's 'is' — still is!"
The crowd buzzed with surprise.
Crazy Nasty had been inactive for over two years. They had debuted big, then immediately disbanded. Ayaka had gone missing. Everyone thought the band was finished.
"And above all — you think a legendary band like that would come to a tiny place like this?"
The vocalist voiced the audience's doubt.
But then—
"Please see for yourselves! Crazy Nasty!!!"
Ayaka walked out first, dressed casually, sharp eyes, beautiful face.
"Uoooooooohhhhh!!!!!!"
The crowd exploded.
Ayaka waited until the cheers calmed a little.
"There are probably a lot of first-timers here. Some of you might remember us?"
Another roar of screams.
"A lot happened over the past two years. I've decided to start walking again. Today, I'm borrowing this stage to sing for you."
"Waaaaaaaaah!!!"
"Rise up against!"
The first song was a fierce English rock number. The audience went wild, moshing hard.
While watching them, Ayaka thought to herself:
(…Yeah, LUV SONG really was too early.)
Whispering about love had been premature.
(Feelings need to be conveyed in the right order.)
She believed that was why her feelings hadn't reached Izumi — she had skipped steps and rushed.
(Let's start again from this small venue.)
Izumi wasn't here, but Ayaka didn't mind.
(I will make sure my feelings reach him.)
After the show ended successfully—
"You did great!"
"Yeah, it was the best performance ever!"
The band members were overjoyed.
"Hey, where's Ayaka?"
"She said she went to the bathroom."
"Alright. When she comes back, let's plan the next live."
Inside the bathroom stall, Ayaka kept orgasming over and over, sweating and panting in ecstasy — but that was only the beginning.
The moment the last tremor of her solo climax faded, the bathroom door creaked open. I had slipped away from the others, following the faint, needy sounds I'd heard echoing down the hallway. Ayaka's eyes widened when she saw me, her fingers still buried deep inside her dripping pussy, but instead of stopping, a wicked, hungry smile spread across her flushed face.
"Izumi… you came," she breathed, voice husky and trembling with leftover pleasure. "I was just thinking about you… about how rough you get with me… and I couldn't stop touching myself."
I stepped inside the cramped stall, locking the door behind me with a click. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal. "You really are a dirty little rockstar slut, aren't you? Fingering your cunt in a public bathroom right after your big comeback show, moaning my name like a whore in heat."
Ayaka bit her lip, spreading her legs wider on the toilet seat, her soaked fingers glistening. "Yes… I'm your dirty slut♡♡♡ I got so wet on stage thinking about you choking me while you fuck me senseless. Come here… punish me for being such a needy girl."
I didn't waste time. I grabbed her by the throat with one hand, squeezing just tight enough to make her gasp, and yanked her up off the seat. My other hand slapped her left breast hard through her sweaty top, the sharp smack echoing in the small stall.
"Ahhn!!♡♡♡ Yes! Slap me harder, Izumi♡♡♡ These tits are yours to punish whenever you want♡♡♡"
I ripped her top open, exposing her perky breasts, and delivered a series of stinging slaps — left, right, left — watching them jiggle and turn pink. Ayaka moaned louder with every impact, her hips grinding against nothing.
"You like getting your tits slapped while I choke you? Tell me how much you need my cock right now."
"I need it so bad♡♡♡ Choke me tighter while you slap them — make them red and sore♡♡♡ My pussy is throbbing just from your hand around my throat♡♡♡ I'm such a masochistic bitch for you, Izumi. Please… use me rough like you always do."
I tightened my grip on her neck, cutting off her air until her eyes watered, then loosened just enough for her to suck in a desperate breath. At the same time I kept slapping her breasts, harder now, the sounds wet and obscene in the confined space.
"Beg for it properly. Tell me what a cheating, cock-hungry rockstar you are."
"I'm your cheating, cock-hungry rockstar whore♡♡♡ I don't care about the band or the fans — I only care about your thick cock destroying my pussy♡♡♡ Slap my face too, mark me so everyone knows I just got fucked in the bathroom♡♡♡"
I slapped her cheek lightly but sharply, then again on the other side, watching her head snap slightly with each hit. Ayaka's moans turned into broken whimpers of pure lust.
"Gonna fuck you right here, right now. Bend over the toilet."
She obeyed instantly, bracing her hands on the tank and pushing her ass out toward me. I shoved her skirt up, yanked her panties aside, and slapped her dripping pussy hard with my palm.
*Smack!*
"Fuuuck— you're absolutely soaked. Look at this sloppy cunt dripping all over the floor."
"It's dripping for you♡♡♡ Slap my pussy more — make it sting and swell♡♡♡ I want to feel your handprints when I go back on stage later♡♡♡"
I slapped her swollen clit repeatedly, each wet smack making her legs shake. Then I lined up my rock-hard cock and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix.
"Aaaaaahhhhh♡♡♡♡ So deep— your cock is splitting me open♡♡♡ Choke me from behind while you pound me, Izumi♡♡♡ Make me your choking fucktoy♡♡♡"
I wrapped my hand around her throat again, pulling her head back as I started railing her with savage, deep strokes. The stall walls shook with every impact of my hips against her ass.
"You feel that? My cock claiming this tight little pussy right after your big performance. Does it turn you on knowing anyone could walk in and hear you getting fucked like a cheap whore?"
"Yes! It turns me on so much♡♡♡ Let them hear me moaning for your cock♡♡♡ Choke me harder — I want to feel dizzy while you breed me♡♡♡ I'm cumming already — cumming on your rough cock♡♡♡"
Her walls clenched violently around me as she came hard, squirting around my shaft. I didn't slow down. I kept choking her, slapping her ass cheeks red with my free hand while I pounded through her orgasm.
"Cum again. Tell me how much you love being slapped and choked while I use you."
"I love it♡♡♡ I love being your slapped and choked slut♡♡♡ Slap my ass harder — leave bruises♡♡♡ Pull my hair and call me your dirty rockstar cumdump♡♡♡"
I yanked her hair back like reins, slapped her ass over and over until both cheeks glowed bright red, and tightened my choke until her voice came out raspy and broken.
"Gonna fill this pussy up. You want my load deep inside?"
"Yes— breed me♡♡♡ Pump your hot cum into my womb while you choke me unconscious if you want♡♡♡ I'm your breeding whore, Izumi — use me, slap me, choke me, fill me♡♡♡"
I came hard, flooding her depths with thick ropes of cum. But I stayed buried inside her, still hard, and immediately started thrusting again, mixing our juices into a messy froth.
"Don't pull out… keep fucking me through it♡♡♡ I want every drop♡♡♡ Slap my tits while you're still inside — make them bounce for you♡♡♡"
I reached around, slapping her swinging breasts while I railed her from behind, choking her rhythmically with every thrust. Ayaka kept cumming, one orgasm rolling into the next, her voice hoarse from screaming and being choked.
We switched positions constantly in the tiny stall — I sat on the toilet and made her ride me reverse cowgirl, slapping her ass and choking her from behind as she bounced wildly. Then I stood her up against the wall, lifted one leg, and fucked her standing while slapping her face and tits in time with my hips.
"Harder! Choke me until the room spins♡♡♡ Slap my clit while you're balls-deep — make me squirt again♡♡♡ Talk dirty to me — tell me I'm nothing but your bathroom fucktoy tonight♡♡♡"
"You're my dirty bathroom fucktoy, Ayaka. Just a cock-hungry rockstar who sneaks off to get choked and slapped and filled with cum. Your fans would lose their minds if they knew."
"That turns me on even more♡♡♡ I'm cumming again — cumming so hard while you slap and choke your little whore♡♡♡ Fill me up again — I want to leak your cum on stage later♡♡♡"
I lost count of how many times I came inside her — five, six, more — each time staying buried deep, slapping, choking, and making her confess how much she loved the rough treatment. Her pussy was a sloppy, cum-filled mess, her body covered in red handprints on her breasts, ass, and face. Sweat poured down both of us as the stall filled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh and her broken, ecstatic moans.
By the time we finally slowed down, Ayaka was trembling uncontrollably, her belly slightly swollen from the sheer volume of cum I had pumped into her. She leaned against me, panting, a fucked-out, blissful smile on her face.
"Aaahn… Izumi… I love when you're this rough with me… choking me, slapping me, using me like your personal slut♡♡♡ Next time… do it even harder after the next show… I want to perform with your handprints still fresh on my skin…"
I kissed her sweaty forehead, still buried inside her, already planning how much rougher I would be next time.
The rest of the night passed in a haze of satisfied exhaustion for the band, but for Ayaka and me, the real performance had happened right there in that tiny bathroom stall — raw, filthy, and unforgettable.