Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 9
Daring to take a job as the dedicated sex maid in someone else's house without even asking my permission—my plan to drag Kaldir back and turn her into my personal living onahole, laying her out beneath me every day to rape her senseless and spend the rest of my life in bliss—seemed to go off the rails right from the start.
At first, Aurora's voice rang with confident guesses about where Kaldir might be, growing quieter with each passing moment. Even I, who'd spent fifteen years with Kaldir and seen every unsightly side of her, had no clue where that bitch had vanished to.
With no other choice, I grabbed Aurora's hand and warped to a planet, wandering through crowds with Kaldir's photo in hand, asking every single person one by one... but the reactions were lukewarm at best. If Aurora hadn't been there to translate, I wouldn't have even mustered the courage to approach anyone.
"Um, excuse me... have you maybe seen this girl? Her name's Kaldir Astra... she's got huge tits and a massive ass. Like... this big..."
Overwhelmed by my insane possessiveness, I hated showing Kaldir's image to random men, yet I was willing to endure some losses if it meant getting her back. In the end, I waved around a photo showing only her face while gesturing wildly with my hands to mimic her outrageous curves.
"Hmm... never seen a girl with that name."
"Yeah, the face looks unfamiliar too. Isn't this kind of look pretty rare around these parts? She looks more like someone from... y'know, the Solar System side."
"Huh? Kaldir? The only Kaldir I know is the 'Kaldir Cocktail'... but damn, that photo's a cutie."
Even after sending Solt, Aurora, and Plang on errands to scour the area, the results were basically zilch. The only scrap of info was that some drug ripping off Kaldir's name was hot in the underground scene right now.
I mean, sure, I get that Kaldir's like a drug herself, but was she this famous? Hoping for a lead from the latest batch, I had Aurora snag some. Popping open the syringe cap and sniffing it...
"Hng... yeah... that's the scent. Fainter than what wafts off Kaldir's body, but this is definitely her smell."
As someone who's passed out from drowning in Kaldir's pheromones, I could swear to this: if shit like this hit the black market, an already lawless security situation would go straight to hell.
"Fuck this, I don't give a damn who the original creator is—just transmit the formula back to the homeworld already!"
"You out of your mind? If the Governor-General's office monopolizes this drug, think of the cash we'd rake in... what the hell has the homeworld ever done for us anyway?"
Shuga's hunch was spot on. It wasn't just about worsening security a bit—the rumor of a new cash cow in a colony already bleeding money was straining relations between the Atlantis Governor-General's office and the Lucid Empire's central government to the breaking point. The Kaldir Cocktail's presence was massive.
The Governor-General's office wanted to team up with Atlantis's power nobles, sell the stuff, and fund their luxuries. The central government hoped to spark the economy out of panic, even if just a little. Starting from this flashpoint, conflicts erupted everywhere over clashing interests, and the psychological distance between the two grew as vast as the physical one—millions of light-years across galaxies.
"Mistersss... if you help find Kaldir-unnie... I'll let you touch my cute little butt... can't you help?"
"Help? What's not to help! Finding one person? Piece of cake!"
The more those two groups fixated on the money right in front of them, shoving governance and security aside, the bolder Shuga's crew could get. Solt, already wise beyond her years, flashed her loli ass at the old pervs to extract cooperation on the Kaldir hunt—a move impossible in a place with decent law and order.
"Sol, Solt... even so, offering your ass to those burly old creeps... you know what that means, right?"
"Shh. Just trust me and follow, sis. We gotta do this to find Kaldir-unnie quick and crash hard!"
Solt groveled like she'd do anything for me, and for a moment, my heart swelled. Yeah... if blood family pitches in, failing to find Kaldir would be embarrassing!
The problem? Even steeling myself to shake hands with back-alley sleazebags, the universe was just too damn vast to pinpoint one person. At first, the pedos swarmed at the sight of Solt's ass, cocks twitching—but as the search area ballooned with no end in sight, their faces soured with frustration.
"Now, look at this light, and your memories from the last hour will be completely wiped. Poof!"
Of course, with Aurora on our side, those hopeless potbellied pervs charging like something out of hentai were no threat. Wipe their memories clean and bounce to another planet—who's gonna catch us?
"Whew, we escaped somehow... but doesn't look like we'll find the Mistress here either. So... Plang, your turn to sacrifice this time instead of Solt."
"M-me... sacrifice...? What do you mean, Aurora-unnie?"
"What else? Bare that ass of yours and lure in some helpful leads!"
Despite Solt's sacrifice, we'd scored zero on that planet and bailed to a remote one next door. Its red-light district looked just as seedy as the back alleys we'd scoped before leaving the last world—a total demon den.
Men getting hard watching a loli-type android like Plang sneak in and flaunt her squishy ass? Sounded like prime entertainment. So Aurora—unnecessarily, really—sent Plang in as bait... and by the numbers pulled in, it was a smashing success.
Of course, those guys had no skill finding some Kaldir they'd never heard of or seen. Their one talent? Sneakily kidnapping defenseless girls like us wandering without guards and selling them off as high-priced sex slaves.
That's exactly why they approached: sizing up Shuga's seemingly unarmed group for an easy mark. If Aurora's combat prowess hadn't been mixed in, their vile plot would've worked.
"Waaah... s-see... I told you, Aurora-unnie... this stuff's all useless... I said so..."
Sssshk... hiss... True to red-light scum, they'd pulled heavy weapons while lunging at Shuga's crew... Plang's special materials spared her physical damage, but mentally? She looked wrecked. Smoke billowing from her whole body—no way she was fine.
"No, Plang. Useless? It was a rare treat."
"A treat? You call this a treat? Should've saved me sooner... I hate you, unnie..."
"I saved you before it went all the way, didn't I? Unlike Solt, you've got the power to break free yourself—why the drama queen act?"
By the time it ended, Plang's clothes were shredded to rags. Aurora's last-second rescue stopped actual fucking, but those potbellied creeps' massive paws had nearly overwhelmed her.
Shuga tuned out whatever the Aurora-Plang sisters bickered about, eyes shut tight as she trudged on, lost in thoughts of Kaldir. Where the hell had she gone? The Kaldir Cocktail lead flopped... maybe dig through stories Kaldir told me for clues?
Atlaine I... yeah, Kaldir mentioned him a ton. Always with hatred for the Lucid Empire bubbling up. Guessing she'd gone to meet him felt plausible. But... how to find that bitch Atlantia's dad in this vast cosmos?
"Fuck... I don't even know where my dad is... why the hell should I care where that slut's old man's at..."
The bitch mom who'd given rabbit ears to me and Solt was too busy gangbanging dudes to care about her kids—a total trainwreck parent. Damn, dragging that up just soured my mood.
Anyway...
The People's Government interim secretary-general—the guy the Governor-General's office hated most—surely hid his pad airtight... but Shuga had no clue Aurora could've pinpointed it ages ago if she wasn't slacking on purpose.
"Hey, Aurora! You charged ahead all confident—time to cough up a plan already? No sign of this Atlaine whatever!"
"Wellll... a good idea might hit soon, or maybe not... push me like that, and it's leaning toward the latter..."
Bickering like this while enjoying Plang and Solt's loli ass show was fun in its own way? Dragging out time let the landlady and Mistress cross that line—might as well let 'em push further, so the crash when Shuga reunites hits harder. Aurora, the robot getting off on screwing with humans.