A Dose of Powder Right Before the Big Job
“Ah, got a call?”
“I was the one who called you. You’re not gonna charge extra, are you?”
In a decidedly luxurious room, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his late forties wore a worried expression. He had emptied a fortune just to buy the prostitute currently straddling him.
Beautiful blonde hair and a face so lovely it was like looking at an angel. Yet in complete contrast, she had the rare brown skin seldom seen in this country, heavy makeup, and a frivolous outfit that created a delicious sense of dissonance. She was the kind of woman who got him hard.
Among the women who possessed that gyaru quality, she reigned as queen, and he had no intention of letting her go.
So the man worked his hips even harder.
Paang! Paang! Paang!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Yet despite the man’s efforts, the gyaru only rocked a little. From the start she simply stared off into empty space, as if she had zero interest in what was happening down there.
“Old man, something urgent came up, so I’m wrapping this up right now.”
“Hmph! Who said you could?! I’m going to ride this out till the time’s up and get my money’s wor— Huuurk!”
The man had no intention of finishing quietly; he resisted the pleasure and held on as long as he could. But the sudden, crushing squeeze of her pussy hit him like a command burned into every cell of his body—drain every drop of semen—and he surrendered, offering it all up to the gyaru.
The problem was that the ejaculation never stopped.
Ten seconds passed, then a minute, three minutes, five minutes, and still he kept cumming. The price of that endless climax showed itself with brutal clarity.
“Haaah! Haaah!”
The middle-aged man who had been on the plump side was rapidly turning into a withered mummy. Even as he dried up and died, a blissful smile stayed fixed on his face from the overwhelming pleasure.
Even the gyaru, who had shown no reaction while his cock was buried inside her, now wore an ecstatic expression and convulsed.
And when those convulsions reached their peak—flap!—a pair of black angel wings unfurled from the gyaru’s back.
“Haa… Old man, your dick was pathetic, but your cum was pretty decent, huh?”
“…”
“Did you have high blood pressure? You’re dead.”
The gyaru—no, the angel—rose without the slightest interest in the corpse of the man who had died with a blissful face, pulled open the curtains, and let the warm morning sunlight wash over her.
And in that sunlight, the black, cracked halo above her head stood out all the more clearly.
“Old man… well, you got what you deserved. The punishment for trying to buy a nation’s dream tree with money.”
She didn’t exactly look like something you could call a dream tree, but the angel remained unbothered.
Then something rang in her ears; she covered them as if she didn’t want to hear it, and silently stared at the screen that floated up.
“Well, setting everything up does take a fair bit of time.”
The angel called Azazel smiled as she thought of her fellow angel’s refined hobby. She rather liked that hobby herself.
And to enjoy that hobby properly, there was no room for half-measures.
Azazel spread her wings as wide as they would go; their size was enough to fill a good portion of the room. The moment those wings beat—
KWA-AAAAANG!
A hurricane of wind erupted, smashing everything in the room as she soared into the sky. That day, the imperial capital spent a noisy day as if struck by a bolt from the blue under a clear sky.
Good news: the status window didn’t just display erotic stats.
For example, like this.
Name: Serena
Race: ???
Job: Saintess (Sexual)
Lv 1
HP 70/100 DP (Divine Power) 0/1000
— Grit and Bear It
— Mental Victory
— Lewd Gate
— Sensitivity Up
— STD Immunity
— Mother of All (5 stacks)
— Guts That Digest Anything
It was performing the basic, normal functions of a status window too. And—
Hey, status window.
If I asked like that, it came running right away. Ah! Convenient! But if it came running so eagerly before the route got screwed up, would it really kill you?
Anyway, I asked the status window a question to settle one curiosity.
That contract being terminated… is the literal meaning, right? What’s the disguised contract?
It is the literal meaning. In reality you have become a free person, but your former master Morus still believes the contract is valid.
Honestly, anyone with eyes and a brain could figure that out without asking the status window, but I wanted confirmation anyway.
The thing that bothered me was the DP—Divine Power being unusable in plain Korean—but I’d look into it once it recovered later.
“Kyaaaaaahooo!”
“Fucking female! Use your damn turn signal!”
“What are you on about? Alimony and child support. You didn’t pay either one, so you don’t have human rights… ah, right, you never had them to begin with.”
I deflected the goblin’s tackle with a tai chi redirect, and the goblin expressed its dissatisfaction by getting hard.
“…Is that right? Why do you get hard as a sign of dissatisfaction? Don’t people usually scrunch up their faces?”
“Dick is angry.”
Zzuk♡
At those words, my heavily pregnant belly and my pussy, glistening with love juices, throbbed. Dangerous. If I let my guard down even a little, the memory of pleasure would make things difficult. And no matter what else I did, I first needed to give birth.
Originally I had planned to mess around with the “pong-pong man” bit, but now that I knew the contract was broken, there was no real reason to stay here.
If you’d just told me a little sooner I would’ve bolted ages ago!
Fuck. From now on, put unconfirmed messages at the very top.
Judging by that, it was quick with work but completely lacking in tact or flexibility. If Skynet were this kind of bastard, John Connor would save the world while picking his nose.
Anyway, right now we were in something like Morus’s little workshop, watching him sleep.
Hey, status window. When’s that guy gonna wake up?
Based on sleep patterns, 70% chance of waking in one hour. However, excessive noise will wake him.
And my due date?
Within 30 minutes. Note: Pain-to-Pleasure Conversion is running at 100%, so the probability of him waking from moaning is high.
Better than pain, I guess?
I was fucked. Or more precisely, there was no time, so I had to act fast. The alimony was a waste, but… no choice.
“Wanna do a chu♡?”
“Female, good.”
“But let’s do the chu while drinking. I’ll hold liquor in my mouth and feed it to you while we chu♡.”
“Female knows things! Smart!”
The goblin bounced around, rummaged through Morus’s bag, and pulled out two bottles of liquor and some pouch.
“Heavier than expected. Female carry it.”
“Fine, give it here.”
“Kikit. Female listens we— Female, where you going?”
I ignored the goblin’s question and walked toward the sleeping Morus. Right now Morus was asleep. Completely defenseless. But the moment I remembered this bastard was a mage, I casually poked his face with a finger.
Thung.
An invisible barrier stopped my finger. Even if I swung the liquor bottle with all my strength… it would be a gamble.
“Female?”
“Nothing. Just curious how a human with a pig face sleeps. Let’s head to the cave entrance first. Lead the way.”
“Got it. After chu♡, mating. Make new one.”
“Alimony doubles?”
“…Just mating.”
The moment alimony came up, the goblin bolted toward the cave entrance. I followed behind with a smile. The [Virgin Route] was dead. The [Normal Route] only worked if you’d at least done it with a human, so that was dead too.
That left the [Prostitute Route], the [Pong-Pong Route], the [Tomb Route], the [Demon King Route], and the [Disgusting Hypocrite Route].
Tomb and Prostitute were basically bad endings. Pong-Pong was just marrying into some household. Demon King was selling your pussy, falling into corruption, and becoming the Demon King.
At first glance the [Pong-Pong Route] looked like the best option, but it had an [NTR Route] that led straight into the Tomb and Prostitute paths. The [Demon King Route] was a rough road. That meant the one I had to aim for was the [Disgusting Hypocrite Route].
The conditions were simple.
Act out the life of a pure, sacred saintess on the surface while being a piece of trash who committed every lewd act behind the scenes.
I was already pregnant with a goblin’s child, so all that remained was to continue the saintess life without letting the “public” find out.
I arrived at the goblin wearing a victor’s smile without even realizing it.
“Kekek! This not jerky! Just powder! Trash!”
The goblin opened the pouch it had grabbed earlier and looked disappointed that it wasn’t jerky. Up close, the pouch was packed full of nothing but pink powder. Regardless, I gripped the liquor bottle tightly. So I could finish this in one blow.
“Don’t need it!”
Swaaak!
Unable to contain its anger, the goblin flung the pouch of powder. But that powder… I’d seen it somewhere before. Ah, fuck. That was the shit that knocked me out—
Hypnosis
The pink powder engulfed Serena, and she instantly turned into a doll waiting for orders.
“Tsk! Not meat! Angry! Female, spread pussy!”
“…Understood.”
“Kekek! Listening so well since earlier, good. Then alimony and child support exempted!”
“I will do so.”
“? For real?”
The goblin found it suspicious how easily its requests were being granted, but it lacked the intelligence to think any further, so without a second thought it shoved Serena down.