Payment with Her Body at the Cafe - Part 1
'Nothing's happening...'
The world kept flowing by indifferently. I'd thought the police or heroes might come after me at any moment. But they did nothing beyond a simple witness interview. It didn't seem like many people knew I'd had sex with Witae. The people inside the Burger Shop might have some idea, but they probably figured there was no reason to spread it around. In their eyes, I was likely the rape victim, and blabbing about it wouldn't do anyone any good.
At the Company, on the bus, at home. I trembled in fear, wondering if that ability might activate. But nothing happened.
About a week later, I returned to my routine. The same old grind of slaving away at work and grabbing coffee during lunch break.
Well, it said the ability activates periodically, but it never specified the cycle...
If possible, once every hundred years would be perfect. By then, I'd probably be long dead and turned to dust.
The Burger Shop incident would fade as some unspeakable mishap. That would be ideal.
Hmm...
The cafeteria lunch was better than usual today, and I'd overeaten without realizing. I headed to the Cafe as always, intending to order my usual cafe mocha—with extra syrup.
Set the range.
Peace shattered. My languid body trembled with tension. The drowsiness weighing on my eyelids vanished in an instant.
Should I be relieved... This is driving me crazy.
Just seconds ago, I'd been out on the busy street. There, the range of Common Sense Alteration would have had to be huge. I was grateful it hadn't triggered then.
Range... minimum.
Range set to minimum.
Analyzing Common Sense Alteration list.
(1) Delicious coffee, thank you!
You become the supplier providing coffee beans to this cafe.
Women who drink the coffee will feel extreme satisfaction and think they must repay the supplier.
Before leaving the cafe, the women will recognize you and spread their pussies, begging to be fucked by you.
Women who fail will suffer intense self-blame and anxiety.
(2) Could you let it slide just this once?
You become a special inspector dispatched from headquarters.
The cafe staff will truly love the cafe and wish for its survival.
The cafe will have a secret that can never be tolerated if discovered by the "special inspector."
The staff will offer their bodies to the special inspector, begging him to overlook their mistakes.
(3) Stamp of Kind Service, please!
All male customers visiting the cafe gain the right to stamp a "Kind Service Employee" mark on a woman's womb!
Women will start providing "kind service" to male customers to collect more stamps than others!
After intercourse, you can secure control of the hypnosis!
If intercourse does not occur within the time limit, the next ability's range and intensity will increase!
I skimmed the choices and naturally reached for option 3.
1 and 2 affect too many people, but 3 lets me choose...
Just as I was about to select it, I yanked my finger back.
What the hell? All male customers? It's not just me?
I'd nearly fucked up big time. Since the first Common Sense Alteration had only me as the "male player," I'd assumed this one would be the same.
Come to think of it, I was the only guy in that Burger Shop...
I needed to be more careful from now on. Stealing one woman's body already felt guilty enough. If countless men ravaged countless women, things would spiral out of control.
1's no good. 2 seems the least bad.
I needed to think seriously. Less than a month had passed since the first incident. If new ones kept popping up at this rate, I'd need a more fundamental solution.
Even 3 bugs me.
So far, I'd managed to pick options that minimized harm. But in the worst case, three options like 3 could appear.
...Later.
I selected 2 and walked to the counter.
"Welcome... S-Special Inspector? W-We haven't done anything wr— Aaaah!!!"
The employee at the counter frantically hid a bag of coffee beans from the back.
"It's... um, this is... how do I explain..."
I couldn't make sense of it anyway. I just stared at her silently.
"Just a moment, please wait!"
As she said, I waited briefly, and I heard her whispering with the other staff and manager.
Soon, the busty manager approached me.
"...Give us a chance to explain. We'll tell you everything."
I followed her to the storeroom. The air was thick with coffee scent.
The three employees and one manager stripped naked and folded their clothes neatly.
...?
"We're sorry! Forgive us just this once!"
It was a perfect naked dogeza, easy to guess their brains had been warped by the altered common sense.
"Enough apologies. Stand up."
I recalled the conditions. I didn't need to fuck them all. Time to filter.
"Stand."
The four women lined up. They varied slightly in breast size, grooming, and figures, but all were beautiful.
But that was that, and this was this. I intended to minimize the damage from this ability.
"Minors, out."
No one left.
"Anyone with a boyfriend, out."
Two women trembled and bowed their heads.
"I-I do have a boyfriend, but I'm a virgin. I can do it really well. Let me serve the Inspector's cock. I'll offer my unopened new pussy..."
"M-Mine is a slutty pussy I wasted on my boyfriend instead of saving for the Inspector! I'm a whore! I won't beg you to fuck me—just shove a mop handle in my pussy! I'll atone that way—"
I shook my head.
"Enough. Out."
I looked at the remaining employee.
"No boyfriend?"
"N-No boyfriend?"
"Seeing someone?"
"W-We just... went to the beach together once..."
"No—wait a sec."
The last one standing, the manager, was strikingly beautiful and seemed a bit older than the others. Experience told me she might be married.
"Thank you! I'll cut ties with that guy right away and submit to the Inspector!"
"Quiet. You, Manager."
"Yes..."
"No boyfriend, but a husband?"
"No husband. I have one daughter..."
"Why no husband? Divorced?"
"He cheated..."
"No close ties or plans to reconcile?"
"I swear! Just seeing that bastard's face makes my blood boil!"
This felt genuine, not hypnosis—her forehead even stood out with veins for a moment.
"Okay. You, the one with the almost-boyfriend, out."
"B-But I can do it really well..."
"One's enough. Out."
"Yes..."
Now, only the divorced manager and I remained.
After a moment's thought, I spoke softly.
"Suck."
It was worth testing. Oral sex counted as intercourse. But compared to vaginal, it left far less trace on the woman's body. Whether the status window recognized oral as sex would be a key variable for future incidents.
"Yes!"
The manager rushed over and sucked my cock vigorously. Her lips wrapped around the middle, her tongue softly stimulating it.
"Th-The Inspector's cock... it's huge..."
Since awakening this ability, my stamina and cock size had grown abnormally. A minor side effect compared to involuntarily dominating others without consent.
"Harder."
Stronger stamina meant longer to cum. I had my own life—lunch break wasn't endless.
The manager sucked desperately. I wondered if the shop meant that much to her, or if it had been "set" that way.
I sat on a folding chair, enjoying her blowjob.
"Cumming. No need to swallow."
"Mmmphhh!!!"
A hefty load spilled from my cock. I'd said it was fine, but she swallowed every drop diligently.
"Guh... Hah... I'll clean up too. Can't dirty the floor..."
She licked the cum off my cock and urethra thoroughly, even lapping up what had dripped to the floor from her lips.
Unfortunately, it didn't count as sex. The status window wasn't that generous.
"On all fours."
Lunch was running long. Should've started with her pussy.
"Yesss... Eheheheee!!!"
Fortunately, her pussy was soaked. Licking my cock had aroused her.
I thrust into her pussy, which softly enveloped me like a living thing, sucking me in deeper.
For a while, the storeroom echoed with moans.