Today was another full day off.
Actually… come to think of it.
"I'm supposed to be running a soba shop, right?"
The thought hit me while I was lazing around.
What exactly is the purpose of a soba shop that's closed for renovation?
"Might as well check how long the rebuild is going to take."
I grabbed a couple of barrels of my best sake and headed over to the dwarves' workshop.
When I arrived, they were already in the middle of a massive drinking party. Five dwarves were roaring with laughter, slamming tankards together, and somehow still working at the same time.
I had no idea what they were saying, but this was apparently completely normal for dwarves.
"Hey! The booze tastes great again today!"
They were making solid progress on the shop despite the drinking. Honestly, it looked dangerous, but dwarves apparently worked better while drunk. Some even claimed they'd die without alcohol. I'd never seen one actually drop dead, so I wasn't sure if it was literal or just exaggeration.
I poured fresh sake into their cups and asked casually, "How's the rebuild looking?"
"Mm. We'll need about a month."
That was still impressively fast.
"The villa area is tight on space," one dwarf explained. "No room for neighbors, so construction's a bit cramped."
Makes sense. Limited space meant slower work.
"Without the shop I've got nothing to do."
That single sentence was a mistake.
Dwarves are terrifying when it comes to alcohol.
Word spread instantly to the Dwarf King.
"That guy says he's bored."
Next thing I knew, I was summoned.
"I was thinking of taking a proper vacation."
"Income's important too. Work a little, at least."
Fair enough. I still had to pay the adventurers when they brought in materials.
"Alright, I'll help out."
I started filling more barrels with sake.
"Wait, did the cellar get even bigger?"
How many underground floors did they have now?
"We've been building extra barrels just for you~"
A group of dwarves wandered over.
I used to hide the magic generation, but lately I'd learned that dwarves never gossip about anything that would hurt their own alcohol supply, so I openly created sake right in front of them now.
"I didn't ask for more barrels."
"Come on, you produce ridiculous amounts. We're just trying to keep up."
You really don't have to try that hard.
"Isn't expanding the cavern this much a lot of work?"
"Ah, that's thanks to—"
Footsteps echoed from below.
"Seriously, I've been doing nothing but this lately."
Almar-san's older sister climbed up, wiping sweat from her brow.
She could manipulate earth with magic, which explained the rapid expansion.
"Are the barrels magic-made too?"
"No way could we craft barrels this huge without magic. There isn't even a kiln big enough."
True.
"The King ordered it, so I'm busy, but at least the children don't have to do child labor anymore. That makes me very happy."
She smiled gently.
Right. Before I arrived, the children had been forced to make sake as punishment labor.
If the kids were freed from that, then yeah… it was worth it.
"Izumi! The upper barrels are empty again~"
"Already?!"
They drank way too fast!
I checked finances with Tengle-san afterward.
"Stabilizing income is still a challenge."
He showed me the ledgers.
"Numbers somehow balance out, but…"
Basically, most of my revenue came from high-end sake like Sekauma and direct sales to the dwarves. Both were unstable. I limited production on purpose, and orders didn't come every month.
Sekauma's market price had dropped recently because the King's brother was terrible at selling it. Wholesale prices had been lowered slightly.
On the other hand, "Shizuku" — the second version of Sekauma I supplied to one particular merchant — was selling extremely well.
That merchant was insanely good at business. Supplying only him had been the right call. Price control was crucial.
Still, even with Shizuku's 100% profit margin, monthly income fluctuated wildly depending on when large Sekauma orders or dwarf requests came in.
"Looking at current savings after expenses…"
We had more than enough cushion.
"Well, Shizuku's profit margin is 100%, after all."
No wonder it was profitable.
I dropped by the new cabaret to see Komoru-san. She was helping out at the new location because, according to Avar-el-san, "We have plenty of arithmetic-skilled staff at the main store, but the new one needs help."
I had visited the new store a few times and was curious how it was doing.
"Oh?"
"Ah, hello."
The merchant who handled Shizuku was there, sipping the most expensive fruit wine on the menu.
"…I must admit I was surprised. This place has a very commoner vibe."
"Yes, I understand. Normally I drink in the noble district. Thanks to you, money is no issue."
He drank slowly, savoring every drop.
That was the most expensive drink in the shop.
I suspected he still didn't have the best personal opinion of me, yet he still came here out of respect for business.
It was surprising he would visit a chaotic commoner establishment just to relax.
"I like the atmosphere here."
Atmosphere?
I looked around.
"Don't sleep!"
"Let me sleep!"
For some reason Floria had brought a blanket and was trying to nap on the floor while Sloia yanked it away. Customers were laughing and clapping like it was a comedy show.
What kind of skit is this?
The merchant watched with a soft smile.
"Laughter is a wonderful culture, don't you think?"
Laughter?
He was genuinely smiling.
"This shop is like a jack-in-the-box. Every time I visit, there's some ridiculous trouble or argument that's never truly serious — just funny enough to laugh at."
Now that he mentioned it, it did feel like watching a comedy routine.
"If I want a quiet drink, the staff let me be. I think this shop is wonderful."
After closing, I was about to praise everyone when—
"Alright! Customers are gone! Time for strip Flops!!!"
"OOOOOH!!!"
…Huh?
Strip Flops?
Flops was a fast table game, kind of like simplified mahjong. Each round lasted about a minute.
But strip?
"Why are you wearing armor?"
Sloia and Hauri had shown up in full plate armor for some reason.
The idea was that even after stripping, there would still be layers.
They were both drenched in sweat.
And ridiculously excited.
Just watching was entertaining.
No wonder that merchant kept coming back. The chaos here was genuinely fun to watch.
Both girls were down to underwear, but they had layered multiple sets.
Hauri, however, was left with only one final piece.
When she lost—
"YESSSSS!!!"
Sloia roared in triumph.
Hauri just sighed.
"Fine, no whining!"
She sat down and tossed her last pair of panties.
*Plop.*
They landed directly on my head.
"Why me?"
They were soaked with Hauri's sweat. The strong feminine scent filled my nose.
"Ah, Shopkeeper! You can jerk off with those panties if you want!"
"No thanks!"
What kind of used-panty fetish service was this?
Still… it was arousing.
"Look, you're already hard~"
Sloia knelt in front of me with an excited grin.
"No fair!"
Hauri joined her.
"Let's all do it together♡♡♡"
Both girls had massive breasts.
And they were covered in sweat.
Sweaty, gigantic tits.
What kind of divine blessing was this?
I buried my face in them without hesitation, sucking and licking greedily.
"Fufu♡ Does it taste good?♡♡♡"
"Aahn♡♡♡ Suck on mine too♡♡♡"
They pressed their huge, soft, sweat-slick breasts against my face until I could barely breathe.
Giant breasts for the win.
Being smothered by sweaty tits until I almost suffocated — this had to be paradise.
While I was devouring their breasts, the girls giggled.
"Fufu♡♡♡ Cover our tits with lots of cum again, okay?♡♡♡"
The other girls joined in, pressing their breasts against my arms, thighs, and anywhere they could reach.
This was insane. A full breast service orgy.
They had done something similar before, but it never got old.
"It feels so good~"
My cock was immediately sandwiched between multiple pairs of soft, heavy, sweaty tits.
The slippery, warm pressure pushed me to the edge almost instantly.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Waa!"
I exploded across the girl who was paizuri-ing me, painting her breasts white.
"Normally that would be the end♡♡♡"
"But Shopkeeper can cum dozens of times, right?♡♡♡"
Sloia immediately took over, squeezing my still-hard cock between her massive, cum-covered tits.
"Ehehe♡♡♡ It smells so strong♡♡♡ Come on, cum so much it feels like you're getting my tits pregnant♡♡♡ Fill them up♡♡♡"
The sensation was overwhelming. Her sweat-slick breasts slid up and down my shaft with wet, obscene sounds, the heavy flesh engulfing me completely. I could feel every vein on my cock throbbing against the soft, warm skin.
"Fuck… your tits are too good," I groaned, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting up between her cleavage.
"Yes♡♡♡ Use my sweaty tits like a pussy♡♡♡ Slap them, choke me, do whatever you want♡♡♡"
I slapped her heavy breasts hard, watching them jiggle and ripple, then reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp while I fucked her tits faster.
"Harder♡♡♡ Choke me while you cum on my tits♡♡♡ I want to feel your cock pulsing between them♡♡♡"
Hauri pushed in from the side, mashing her own sweaty breasts against the side of my shaft.
"Don't forget mine♡♡♡ My tits are just as soft and sweaty♡♡♡"
I alternated between the two, slapping, groping, and choking them while they competed to milk me with their breasts. The wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room, mixed with their lewd moans and dirty encouragement.
"Cum for us♡♡♡ Cover our big tits in thick cum♡♡♡ We want to be painted white♡♡♡"
I couldn't hold back. With a deep groan I thrust hard between Sloia's tits and erupted.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out, splattering across her face, neck, and heaving breasts in messy white streaks.
"Aaahhh♡♡♡ So much♡♡♡ It's so hot♡♡♡"
Before I could even catch my breath, Hauri took over, sliding her cum-smeared tits around my still-hard cock and starting again.
"My turn♡♡♡ Fuck my sweaty tits now♡♡♡ Choke me too♡♡♡ I want to feel your hand on my throat while you use me♡♡♡"
I grabbed her throat and squeezed, slapping her ass and tits while I thrust between her breasts. The girls kept rotating, each pair of massive, sweat-drenched tits taking turns milking me.
One after another I came — ten loads in total — every single one delivered straight onto or between their tits. By the end, all ten girls were glistening with layers of cum and sweat, laughing and kissing each other, swapping my load between their mouths while they pressed their messy breasts together.
"More♡♡♡ We can keep going all night♡♡♡"
"Paint us again♡♡♡ Use our tits like onaholes♡♡♡"
The pleasure was so intense I eventually blacked out, buried in a pile of soft, sweaty, cum-covered breasts.
"…Paizuri is seriously amazing."
The overwhelming pleasure knocked me out cold