The grand opening of the high-class restaurant was drawing near.
Izumi had decided to bring in Uldo Alips for the occasion.
"Very well! I shall entertain you with the full extent of my supreme skill!"
…Did he really need to strike that dramatic pose like he was about to fire a Spirit Bomb just to say that?
The opening staff this time were, surprisingly, all male. A solid lineup of grizzled, middle-aged men chosen specifically to project an air of refined luxury. In this world, high-end restaurants simply did not employ female servers. Having women on the floor was considered a mark of lower status. It was one of those subtle, ingrained discriminations that always left a bad taste in Izumi's mouth, but for now he chose to play by the local rules.
Six men in total had answered the call. In the past, hires had run off with advance pay, but these professionals had been hand-picked through the Cooking Guild's chairman and came recommended by nobles who regularly served the lord of Shikito and even King Roddy himself. They were proud, honorable craftsmen who would never work for just anyone. Their pride was worth more than gold.
"We've heard the rumors about you, Sir Izumi," one of them had said with a respectful bow. "A great merchant recognized by royalty and nobility alike. It is our honor to serve under you."
Thanks to his close ties with the lord of Shikito and King Roddy, doors that once seemed impossible now opened with ease. Izumi could only offer silent thanks for the connections he'd built.
The interior decorations were already coming together beautifully, but the head chef had one more request.
"We should also prepare proper tableware."
And what "proper tableware" turned out to be…
"…One plate costs one gold coin."
Ten thousand yen. Ten. Thousand. Yen. Per plate.
Who the hell eats off plates worth ten thousand yen?!
Still, liquor sales had been skyrocketing lately, and thanks to Tenguru's meticulous bookkeeping, the restaurant's finances were finally transparent and healthy. At this point, Izumi could afford to splurge without breaking a sweat.
"I really have become rich, huh…" he muttered to himself, still not quite feeling it in his bones.
Meanwhile, the cooking classes run by Merusine's followers were proceeding at an astonishing pace. The women were absorbing recipes like sponges. They had already begun mastering soba noodles far faster than Izumi had expected. He was genuinely delighted… until he walked into the classroom.
They were all completely naked.
Breasts, cocks, everything on full display. Since the class now consisted solely of Merusine's devoted followers, they treated nudity as the most natural thing in the world. They lived, cooked, and learned without a single thread on their bodies.
"Should… should we buy them some clothes?" Izumi asked hesitantly.
Every single one of them shook their heads in perfect unison.
"It's warm here," they answered with innocent smiles.
Warm or not, walking around with full-frontal everything swinging freely was a bit much, even for demi-humans. Many of them had perfectly human-like figures. Even the sheep-girl from before had been casually nude the entire time.
"Well… for now, I guess it's fine," Izumi sighed, deciding to tackle one problem at a time. The biggest issues were already on their way to being solved.
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In the office, Amami's junior, Motomura Ami, was quietly observing her senior from across the room.
(Senpai is… just like always.)
The same dignified, serious, cool, and admirable senior she had always looked up to.
(…That video must have been some kind of mistake…)
Yet no matter how many times she told herself that, the footage she had seen was unmistakably Unou. The elegant, beautiful Unou, begging like a bitch in heat and sending lewd videos to a man. It didn't look forced. She had been smiling, eager, completely broken in.
(There's no way someone in that state could go back to living so normally…)
As Ami sank deeper into her thoughts, a familiar voice suddenly called out.
"Motomura."
"Hyai!!"
Ami jumped so hard she nearly dropped her pen. Unou was standing right beside her desk, looking mildly amused.
"…What's with you?"
"S-Sorry! I was spacing out!"
"You're spacing out way too much lately," Unou chuckled softly, then smiled that graceful smile that always made Ami's heart flutter. "I'm putting you on the next project too, okay?"
Unou began explaining the details while standing close. The faint, elegant scent of her perfume drifted over Ami, clean and refined.
(There's no way… Someone this dignified, this pristine, could ever do something so filthy…)
Ami desperately tried to convince herself.
Whenever she found even the slightest opening, Ami would glance toward Unou's personal smartphone, hoping to confirm it had all been some horrible misunderstanding. In truth, a darker curiosity burned inside her: she wanted to see more.
But that day, Unou never once left her phone unattended.
Night fell.
"…Nnh♡"
Alone in her room, Ami masturbated while replaying the video in her mind. Her fingers worked frantically between her legs as she pictured Unou's depraved expressions.
She had never masturbated two days in a row before, but tonight her body refused to calm down.
"It feels… so good♡♡♡"
The pure, admired senior… defiled. That beautiful woman reduced to nothing but a filthy object. The very thought sent shameful thrills racing through Ami's core.
"I admired her… I admired her so much…♡♡♡"
She remembered Unou sprawled out with legs spread wide, face slack and ruined. The image pushed her over the edge.
"I'm cumming—!!!"
Her body convulsed hard, juices soaking her sheets as she cried out.
The next day, Unou once again kept her personal phone glued to her side, moving with effortless grace.
(So it really wasn't a trap… She just forgot that one time.)
Yet the urge only grew stronger.
(I want to see it again… I want to see that video… those photos…)
The impulse burned like a fever. But Unou gave her no opening.
Until—
"Motomura, I'm heading to a meeting. Contact me if anything comes up."
"Yes!"
Unou took only the company-issued phone and left for the conference room. Ami glanced at the schedule. At least one hour before she would return.
And there it was: Unou's personal smartphone, left sitting innocently on the desk.
Without a second thought, Ami snatched it, grabbed her earphones, and practically ran to the bathroom.
Locked inside a stall, her hands trembled as she tapped the screen.
LINE.
The chat appeared immediately.
"…!!!"
This morning's message was already there: a close-up of Unou's pussy with the words "Masochist Pig Bitch" scrawled across it in marker.
Ami frantically scrolled upward. Dozens of images and videos flooded the screen, the app lagging from the sheer volume, but she kept pulling.
She wanted to know how this had happened.
The chat history ended abruptly.
"…? Three days ago?"
The oldest message was only from three days prior.
(She deletes everything regularly… because it's too dangerous?)
Curious, Ami opened the video folder.
"…!!!"
Dozens of files, some older, all damning.
She hit play on one.
"…Fuuunyuuu♡♡♡ Masterrrr♡♡♡ This stupid, brainless, worthless pussy cat cunt wants your big cock so baaad♡♡♡"
Unou was wearing cat ears, striking a ridiculous, slutty pose while desperately begging a man. Then the man stepped into frame.
"…What the hell is this?"
He was large, powerfully built, and his cock… was monstrous. Thick, veined, and absurdly long.
"Aaahn♡♡♡ This cock-sama turned me into a brainless idiot♡♡♡ I've been remade into a creature that exists only for cock♡♡♡ Please, cock-sama♡♡♡ Ram that huge, wonderful dick into this stupid cunt♡♡♡♡♡"
Unou spread her legs obscenely wide and climbed on top, impaling herself in one greedy motion.
"Higyuuuuuuuuhhhhh!!!♡♡♡♡♡"
She rode him like a woman possessed, hips slamming down wildly. Her once-beautiful face was completely destroyed: eyes rolled back, tears, sweat, and drool pouring down her chin as she made an animalistic ahegao.
The man, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.
"Hey, Unou."
He roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"Your pussy's starting to bore me."
At those words, Unou's expression twisted in pure panic.
"Nooooooo!!! Don't throw me awayyyy!!! Please don't abandon me!!! I'll do anything, I'll try harder—!!!"
The man's voice dropped low and cold.
"You're not enough fun by yourself anymore. Next time, bring your junior. She's a top-tier office lady, right? I'll turn another elite bitch like you into a proper sow."
Unou's eyes glazed over with twisted delight.
"Yes♡♡♡ Unou will sell out her junior♡♡♡ So please♡♡♡ give me more cock♡♡♡♡♡ Don't throw me away♡♡♡"
"Show some fucking resistance, you worthless pig!!"
He seized her hips brutally and began pounding upward with savage force.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!♡♡♡♡♡"
Unou screamed in ecstasy, squirting violently as her body convulsed.
"You're gonna sell out your own junior! At least pretend to feel bad about it!!"
"But cockkkk♡♡♡♡♡ If I can have cock I don't care about anything elseee♡♡♡ I've already been rewritten into the lowest, most pathetic cunt-slave♡♡♡"
Unou moaned happily, eagerly accepting every brutal thrust.
By the time Ami realized what she was doing, she had been in the bathroom for over thirty minutes. When she finally returned to her desk, she was in a complete daze.
"Motomura, pull yourself together," Unou said with a tired sigh.
"…"
Ami couldn't even respond. Her mind was still replaying the video on loop.
"Oh, and Motomura? Can you leave on time this Friday?"
"…Friday?"
Ami blinked, confused. Fridays were always the busiest.
Unou smiled sweetly.
"I want to talk about the project at my place. We can have some drinks and hash things out, just the two of us."
The man's earlier words echoed in Ami's head like a curse:
"Next time, bring your junior."
"..."
"…Motomura?"
Unou tilted her head, looking puzzled.
But after a long silence, Ami whispered,
"…Yes."
She nodded.
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Sorry, no update on June 19th.
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