The Guest Who Only Wanted a Beer
A guest ordered nothing but beer the moment he arrived and immediately struck up a conversation.
“Your name’s Elisha, right? Wow, you’re tall, but your head is small so the proportions look amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“That physique is rare even in Xenuma. You’d make an excellent soldier.”
“Are you from Xenuma, sir?”
“I may not look it, but I’m a lieutenant. I’m on extended leave and came to Eden to relax.”
The information window displayed by his implant had already shown that he was from Xenuma and a soldier. Xenuma, a militaristic nation located to the northeast of Eden, produced many veterans.
“Eden really is astonishing.”
“In what way?”
“It’s peaceful, and the level of development in the city is dazzling.”
“Eden’s peace exists thanks to Xenuma and the other nations.”
Eden was a small city-state surrounded by four countries: Xenuma, Kensus, Tarykin, and Ryuzan. The god of Eden had established the organization called Eden at the center where all four nations’ borders met. Using overwhelmingly superior technology unmatched anywhere else, it had accumulated enormous wealth. As a hub of trade and a leader in advanced science, Eden had secured firm autonomy from each nation and become a neutral state.
“Because we’re the ones fighting the monsters directly.”
“Has Eden’s technology been helpful in battle?”
“It’s been a huge help. The mortality rate has dropped dramatically. The technology-sharing fees are expensive, but in the end what matters is that fewer people die, so we have no choice but to pay.”
“I heard you’ve also been developing a lot of medical technology.”
“Thanks to that, we’ve saved many lives. It’s still hard to understand how your country develops at a speed our homeland could never match.”
The guest kept saying that Eden should be more proactive in sharing its technology. He explained that the current costs were too high and the scope of sharing too limited, so proper military supplies couldn’t be secured. As a result, units armed with outdated weapons suffered heavy casualties in wars of attrition.
“Of course, thanks to Eden’s technology, soldiers’ death rates have decreased, but I think you’re being too greedy with people’s lives.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“Regardless of public opinion at home, the upper echelons want to keep things as they are. I have no idea why.”
“There must be reasons we don’t know about.”
If I had to guess, it was probably the result of various lobbying efforts. The powerful never hesitated when it came to satisfying their personal greed. There would always be those who filled their own pockets regardless of how many people died on the battlefield.
For a while, the guest drank only tequila and talked nonstop. I chimed in at the right moments, and eventually he said,
“I never understood why soldiers took leave to come to Eden, but now that I’ve met an angel in person, I get it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Angels cater to men unconditionally. There are no women in Xenuma who do that. Women serve in the military too, and they have such strong personalities that they never submit to men.”
“Aren’t there brothels?”
“There are. But the atmosphere is different, you could say. Since those women are also military personnel, it’s basically just relieving sexual desire.”
“So that’s why you come to Eden.”
“I’ve been wandering around the entertainment district for days now. Angels are truly incredible. At first their dead-looking eyes felt off-putting, but now I find even that attractive.”
I could acknowledge that angels had eyes like the dead, but hearing it said right in front of me didn’t feel pleasant. Excited, he began recounting his adventures in the entertainment district.
On the first day, following his superior’s recommendation, he had gone to the largest brothel in Eden and received an angel’s devoted service, having sex all night long. The next day he went to a club and stayed up dancing and drinking. After that, he visited image clubs and enjoyed every kind of pleasure imaginable, chattering away enthusiastically.
Today, to relieve his fatigue, he had gone to a massage parlor for some indulgence before coming to this quiet bar.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“I like that angels listen well even when you talk about things like this. I enjoy dirty talk with women too.”
“Just don’t get too absorbed. It’s best to enjoy things in moderation.”
“I’ve already blown through several months’ salary. But I have no regrets.”
It was a common reaction for men visiting Eden’s entertainment district for the first time. They would squander their money like this at first, then gradually grow accustomed to the pleasure and stabilize. Once accustomed, they became excellent sources of steady income for Eden.
“What about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you think someone like me would be good for a night? I’m supposed to be really good.”
“Our establishment does not engage in prostitution as a rule.”
“It’s not prostitution. I’m just saying we could enjoy each other. I really like you.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.”
He widened his eyes in surprise at my refusal. He must have assumed every angel would accept until now. But from the perspective of Angels’ Haven, which only accepted after-service based strictly on favorability, he still had a long way to go. Besides, he looked like the rough type. After getting used to how angels catered to their guests, he would probably have sex without any consideration at all.
“I thought angels had to accept no matter what.”
“It depends on the angel.”
“What a shame. I’ve only been with petite women, so I wanted to hold someone with a bigger build.”
Indeed, with a height that appeared to exceed 190 centimeters and a massive frame, he made most angels look small by comparison. Even in our bar, there was no angel larger than me, who stood at 180 centimeters with a substantial physique.
“Angels all seem to have voluptuous bodies as if by agreement, but they’re too soft. I prefer a firmer body that feels good when I thrust into it.”
“You’ll find one if you look. Eden has every man’s ideal type.”
“This won’t do. I’ll go look for one.”
“Have a pleasant trip.”
He finished paying and left in a hurry. The front of his pants was bulging, suggesting he had gotten hard just from imagining it.
While I was washing and organizing the used glasses and utensils, I overheard the conversation at the next seat.
“You saw the guy who just left? The big one. He’ll be broke and enlightened before long.”
“It’s a common rite of passage for newbies who come to Eden.”
“It reminds me of myself six years ago.”
“Weren’t you about to blow all the company money back then before Johanna snapped you out of it?”
“She’s my savior.”
“What’s she doing these days?”
“Still working at that club, I suppose.”
“Should we go see her sometime?”
“No. Right now, I only have Stella.”
I let the uncles’ conversation, still full of Stella obsession, flow past me and greeted the new guest who sat down.
“Welcome.”
“Mm, hello.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“A glass of beer, please.”
“Understood.”
Today seemed to be a day when more people wanted beer than cocktails. The guest looked quite young. He had sparkling blond hair and was an incredibly handsome man. His clothes, according to the information window, were from extremely expensive brands.
I poured draft beer into a glass I had chilled in the refrigeration unit and set it before him. He took a long drink, smacked his lips, and said,
“I’ll have some french fries too.”
“Yes.”
I placed an order for french fries in the kitchen and handed him a wet towel. It was rare for customers to order snacks at the bar. Those who drank with food usually sat at the tables.
While waiting for the fries, the guest simply looked around, observing his surroundings. Whether or not he talked to the bartender was entirely up to the guest, so I simply waited. It seemed he had come more to look around than to converse.
When I set the plate of french fries that had been delivered from the kitchen in front of him, he finally looked at me.
“Here are your french fries.”
“Ah, thank you. I’ll enjoy them.”
As he ate the fries and sipped his beer little by little, he glanced at me and spoke.
“Um… do angels really grant whatever a guest wants?”
“We tend to accommodate most things.”
“I see.”
After that, the guest continued eating his beer and snacks in silence. While looking at the luxury watch on his wrist—something rarely seen these days—he seemed to come to a decision and ordered a strong cocktail. After drinking two in a row, his face flushed red as he said,
“I… I have a favor to ask.”
“Please tell me.”
“That… um… there…”
“Yes?”
Apparently finding it difficult to say, he looked around once more before speaking.
“I want to see… that place.”
“That place?”
Not understanding what he meant, I asked again. His face grew even redder as he gestured for me to come closer. I leaned down, bringing my face near his, and he whispered in a tiny voice right by my ear.
“Your pussy.”
“Ah, my pussy.”
“Ah! Your voice is too loud!”
The flustered guest buried his head on the bar. The uncles watched with expressions that said how cute, while the young man was too embarrassed to lift his head. Still, it was fascinating that he could be so shy after barely managing to say he wanted to see a pussy.
Most of the customers at the Haven were older and had no hesitation using explicit language, so this was the first time I had seen such a reaction. Watching a man turn red and fidget after just saying those words gave me a strange, ticklish feeling.
“Everyone, excessive interest can also be poison. Sometimes you have to pretend not to see even when you do.”
At Stella senior’s words, the uncles cleared their throats and fell quiet. Instead, they sent intense gazes my way.
Hmm. His favorability is low since he’s a first-time guest, but since it’s not sex, the conditions are cleared… and it might hurt his delicate heart if I refuse. He’s cute too.
“Sir?”
“I-it’s okay… you don’t have to force yourself…”
“I’ll show you.”
“Huh? Really?”
“Yes. Would you like to follow me?”
“Yes!”
The guest couldn’t hide his excited expression as he followed me eagerly. Leaving behind the uncles’ warm smiles and Stella senior’s meaningful wink, I found an empty room and entered.
The guest was probably a virgin. And from the looks of it, someone not familiar with sex.
“Please sit comfortably.”
“Yes!”
The guest, who answered vigorously as if tense, sat on the bed in perfect posture and stared at me intently. Seeing that, I felt a slight urge to tease him. So I deliberately undressed very slowly right in front of him.
“Oh…”
His face burned bright red, but his curious eyes were completely focused on my naked body as I revealed it. Every time I removed another piece of clothing and more skin was exposed, his gasps of admiration escaped.
I used to feel a bit of shame exposing my naked body, but for some reason it felt good right now. After neatly hanging up my bartender uniform, I began removing my underwear while conscious of his gaze. I deliberately emphasized my breasts by slightly bending forward and curling my arms, then unhooked the front clasp and took off my bra. His eyes stayed glued to my chest and wouldn’t leave.
I turned around, bent at the waist, and slid my panties down. I could feel an intense gaze on my buttocks.
“Gulp.”
“Is this your first time seeing a woman’s body in detail?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then I suppose I should teach you properly.”
A savoring smile naturally spread across my face. It seemed that being able to feel emotions made acting much more natural, allowing expressions to form easily.
Because of our height difference, I knelt in front of him so that my upper body was at his eye level. In front of the young man whose reddened eyes bored into me, I taught him the names of each part of the female body one by one.
I cupped my breasts with both hands to emphasize them and asked,
“Do you know what this is called?”
“Breasts.”
“More precisely, they are mammary glands. They are organs that produce milk to feed babies.”
The guest, who had been staring at my chest, pointed at my nipple with his finger and said,
“Is this an accessory?”
“Do you know what a piercing is? I had my nipples pierced.”
“Nipples… Doesn’t it hurt?”
“I’ve gotten used to it, so it’s fine.”
The guest brought his face close to my pink nipples, where the golden piercings sparkled, and kept nodding. For some reason, his gaze sent a shiver down my spine.
This feels better than I thought.
I heard that people with exhibitionism get excited showing their naked bodies to others. Was this similar?
“Can I touch them?”
“Yes.”
He lifted both hands and carefully cupped my breasts as if lifting them. He gently kneaded and played with them this way and that. Thanks to the drugs, my breasts had grown steadily and now surpassed an E cup. They jiggled softly yet with elasticity.
“Wow, the texture is really nice.”
He gradually grew bolder, squeezing them harder and harder. Since they were undeniably part of my body, I felt pain.
“It hurts if you squeeze that hard. It feels better if you touch them more gently and softly.”
“Is that so?”
He immediately eased the strength in his hands and caressed them tenderly. Thinking that I was teaching him about sex made me increasingly aroused. Growing more confident, he even touched my swollen nipples with his fingers.
Touching the erect, slightly hardened nipples, he said,
“I first saw and touched real breasts when I was very young, looking at my mother’s. It’s exactly as good as what I saw in books.”
“Shall we look at parts other than the breasts now?”
“Yes.”
I moved from top to bottom, teaching him the differences between male and female bodies.
“Unlike men, a woman’s reproductive organs are inside the body. Would you like to touch here?”
“Here?”
I guided his hand to my lower abdomen and said,
“Inside here are the uterus and ovaries, a woman’s reproductive organs.”
“Ah, I know. It’s where babies grow, right?”
“Yes. They are important organs, so they must be handled with care.”
“Women are fascinating.”
The way he kept stroking my lower belly as if it were wondrous and even pressed his ear against it gave me a thrill of pleasure.
What is this feeling? I was simply teaching him about the body, yet it felt so good. Was there such a fetish?
I climbed onto the bed, spread my legs in front of him, and revealed my pussy. The guest who saw it let out a shaky breath, and the front of his pants was stretched tight by his erection.
“Now it’s time for the pussy.”
“It’s beautiful…”
“Thank you.”
Before I could even finish speaking, he brought his face close to my pussy and observed it carefully.
“It’s really pretty. Don’t you have any hair?”
“I don’t, but most women do.”
“It’s much prettier than what I saw in pictures.”
The guest kept praising it, saying how pretty it was. Having my pussy exposed and receiving such compliments made my chest feel ticklish. More than that, since he had seen pictures, he already knew what it looked like. So he had wanted to see the real thing.