Selling Otherworld Goods for Money. Busy as Hell, and the Whore Mary Keeps Tripping Me Up
My talk with Humson had run long, so by the time I stepped out of the weaponsmith's shop and started for home, darkness had already settled over the streets.
The road was so black I briefly considered jamming my key into any random door and summoning my one-room apartment right there—but that would mean opening my door tomorrow morning to face this godforsaken town first thing, which sounded even more dreadful. So I simply quickened my pace.
By now I was more than a street vendor; I had my own shop and a settled place in town, which meant no particular lot was assigned to me anymore. Even so, twisting the key near the market district and the inn—where honest merchants and customers bustled about—to anchor my room in its final spot and hit 'save' (?) there was what kept me most at ease.
The back alleys of Greenhill, pitch-dark beneath the fallen night.
The only light came from the candles residents had lit inside their homes, and out here it was dreadfully dark. Keep this up and I'd end up stepping in whatever filth the locals had flung out their doors.
No one around to see, though, so it should be fine.
I pulled out my smartphone and fired up the flashlight app. Outside my room, this thing was nothing but a lump of luggage—the only reason I bothered carrying it at all was this one function.
And if I had to name one more reason... maybe it was that holding the device in my hand gave me the fleeting illusion of being a citizen of the modern world again, if only for a moment?
So there I was, picking my way carefully down the filth-strewn street, when from the mouth of a narrow alley ahead came a woman's moan—one I knew all too well.
"Haah... haah... enough already...."
Thud. Creak. Thud. Creak.
And the irregular sound of mounds of flesh colliding.
Skin grinding roughly against skin. Palms smacking wetly against great slabs of meat.
These were the kinds of sounds you normally heard plenty of at Plenty Meat Butchery.
What the—? Oh, right. I'd forgotten. This was where she'd been earlier, wasn't it? Mary.
She'd seemed desperate to get laid today, so for the low, low price of a single copper I'd rounded up some men and made the introductions for her. Served her right.
And yet... hold on. They're still at it? It's been hours!
I switched off the flashlight and cautiously poked just my head out to peer into the pitch-black alley. Just as I'd expected, a cluster of men with nothing but their lower halves bared were huddled together like one massive blob of flesh.
But Mary was nowhere in sight. What the hell, where'd she go? Don't tell me they've moved on to each other—no way that's happening!
Looking closer, I spotted two slender legs poking out from between the tangle of bodies. Mary's clothes, flung off as man after man mounted her in succession, lay abandoned at the mouth of the alley, reduced to rags. (Not that they'd been much better to begin with.)
"Ahh... haahh... enough, mmph!"
Her words cut off. Someone had apparently stuffed something into Mary's mouth.
Maybe... I went a bit too far? I hadn't meant to rile her up this badly—I was starting to feel a little sorry.
I clapped my hands to draw the attention of the men having their way with Mary.
"All right, that's enough! Gentlemen, you've had plenty by now, haven't you? Still got strength to spare? From the looks of it, you're all getting a free fuck while the getting's good—if you've got a shred of conscience, call it quits. If this communal whore breaks, you're the ones who eat the loss in the end. Don't you want to keep enjoying her, cheap and easy, for a long, long time?"
...
They ignored every word and kept on pounding away, but one man—trousers around his ankles, waiting his turn—took the bait and came toward me.
A scar across his left eye. A thug at a glance.
"What'd you say, you fancy bastard?"
"Was I talking over your head? I said, that's enough."
"And if I don't?"
"I wasn't asking for your opinion."
"I've been waiting my whole damn turn to nail that bitch's hole and it's driving me up the wall. You picked a fine time to show up."
Maybe I should have just walked away. Someone once told me the two most useless worries in life are worrying about celebrities and worrying about whores.
Honestly, this was none of my business. I couldn't fight, and I wasn't carrying a weapon. All I had going for me was money—and the respectable look of a man in fine clothes.
"Whoa, you're about to hit me. Don't come any closer."
"What crap are you spouting now, you fancy bastard?"
Fighting with my fists? Not confident. Fighting with money? Now that, I could do all day.
I fished two coppers out of my money pouch.
"Hey, gentlemen! Pocket money, free for the taking. Turn this punk giving me lip into a bloody pulp and I'll pay two coppers for it. First two men to do the job—that's the deal."
"What? What did you just say?"
Whoosh.
The moment I drew out the coins and waved them, the men gripping Mary's body here and there began rising to their feet, one after another.
"You serious about that? Two coppers?"
"Try lying about it. I'll wreck you first."
"Like I said—first come, first served. Exactly two!"
I pulled four more coppers from my pouch.
At that, nearly every man around Mary's body rose to his feet—all but one bastard, still hammering away between her legs.
The scarred thug who'd picked a fight with me panicked and waved his hands in alarm.
"W-what's wrong with you idiots? Come on, don't—why don't we all just rob him instead? He looks loaded!"
"My way's legal. Don't rob me the illegal way and get dragged off by the guards for nothing—go earn your money the legal way."
Jingle.
I tossed the four coppers at him.
And that was the end of the game. No further thought required—a handful of coppers turned their eyes feral, and instead of the two men I'd promised, six or seven of them surrounded the bastard and started beating him down.
You could say what was happening now was no different from what those men had been doing to Mary.
The men out on the streets at this hour were mostly petty criminals. They'd been seized by the guards for losing their temper in a flash, left bound and displayed with a blade hung round their neck on the main thoroughfare, or in the worst cases flogged so badly they'd come within a hair of being crippled for life.
So rotten as their natures were, these were men who'd rather not stir up trouble if they could help it.
And I had just handed them the perfect excuse. An excuse to fuck a woman senseless under the pretense of retrieving the coins stuck inside her, easy coppers for pounding some man on request—and if trouble came of it, a ready-made story for the guards. There was no reason not to jump in.
Whack. Whack.
"Wait—urk—hold on, just hear me out!"
"You've got no money! What's a broke bastard got to say?"
"If it burns you that much, cough up your own coin and pay someone to wreck him too!"
"I don't... have any—urk!"
Right. Say it again: here, money is everything.
So while the thug was getting his skull caved in over in one corner of the alley, I grabbed the hair of the man still diligently pounding away and yanked him off.
"What the—get in line, asshole!"
Then, rolling my coin-stuffed pouch tight in my fist, I swung it full force into his skull!
CRACK!!
Copper Coin Shot!
"Uuuuuuughh...."
Once the man collapsed, I seized naked Mary by the wrist, hauled her upright, and got us out of the alley.
There was no time to gather her clothes. They were rags by now, torn beyond wearing anyway. I simply dragged the bitch along by force and put as much distance between us and that place as I could.
"Ahhh, Luciel. You really did come for me! That was so mean of you earlier..."
The bitch barely recognized me through her daze. With every step she took, a trickle of fluid mixed with white seed leaked down from between her legs—but I forced Mary along and out onto the street.
"Time to find other work. Stop doing this."
"What else would I even do...? This body's all I've got."
"Go milk cows, or... there's plenty of work for women."
"That's... too hard, though. Milking men's cocks is easier than milking cows."
"Haah..."
Right. I'd seen plenty of girls like her back in my old world, too. Girls who started selling their bodies because it was the easiest way to make decent money, and kept at it until selling themselves was the only thing they could do—whores for life.
Girls like her never realize. That their youth won't last forever. That one day their bodies will age, that they'll be pushed out by the younger girls coming up behind them, that as they keep undercutting their own price they'll eventually stop at nothing just to be chosen by a man.
Come to think of it, this girl had been in the gutter from the very start. Where her hometown was, what her family had once been, what had become of her parents—nobody knew. All anyone knew was that she had a screw loose somewhere, a touch simple-minded.
If she'd only kept her legs closed and genuinely tried to make an honest living, I'd have helped her long ago.
Suddenly the summer night I'd fallen into this other world came to mind, and my chest grew heavy.
...
Not my problem.
Maybe because life had been getting comfortable lately, I kept feeling this urge to lecture people like some self-important elder.
Still, I had taken the prank too far. I owed her compensation.
I pulled ten coppers out of my pouch. Then it dawned on me that Mary wasn't wearing a stitch, so I kept the ten for myself and pressed the whole coin pouch—everything left in it—into her hand.
"Buy yourself some clothes with this. Get a room at the inn and wash up. Fill your belly. Then sleep like the dead, and after that, think about starting a new life. How's that sound?"
"Wow.... Luciel...."
Mary peeked inside the pouch, then spoke, her face glowing with gratitude.
"Luciel, you're my prince on a white horse!"
"Don't get the wrong idea. This whole mess happened because of me."
"Okay! In return, let me earn what you paid me!"
"Earn what you paid... what's that supposed to—"
Mary dropped to her knees right there in front of me, on the filthy dirt road, and before I could stop her she yanked my trousers down. Then she fished my cock out of my underwear and took it into her mouth in one greedy bite.
"Mary, seriously, you... honestly...."
I could have stopped her if I'd really wanted to. But when she was volunteering her services out of gratitude, it hardly seemed right to refuse.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp!
The crown of Mary's head bobbed rhythmically as she fellated me at a steady tempo. She worked her own salivary glands to flood her mouth with spit, then drew me in with a long, luxurious suction—thoroughly professional.
Yeah. She's good at this.... Guess that's what years on the job buy you—a girl who's sucked cock knows how to suck.... Nnngh...
I'd spent all day meeting masters of every trade...
Turns out this industry had its masters too.
By the point she'd pause her hard suction to flick her tongue teasingly, tickling nothing but the tip of my urethra, I found myself thinking that maybe my real assignment was to create work that would let Mary shine in her own way, on her own terms.
And so, barely a few minutes later, I emptied every last drop of my seed straight into Mary's mouth.
Gulp.
She swallowed it all, without wasting a single drop. This was less a service fee I'd paid than a genuinely hungry woman eating a meal.
"Wow, no wonder—since you're always eating such good food, Luciel, even your cum is packed with nutrients! Such a shame there wasn't more... I want to eat more!"
No. Don't say things like that!