I Became a Male Prostitute Exclusively for Non-Human Races - Chapter 79: Rest (3)
Thanks to Sati, I was able to buy everything Hoaran had asked for without any issues.
Mandrake or century-old hyssop—whatever those spirit herbs were—they were sold separately at the elixir shop, so without Sati, I would've wandered around forever. Lucky break.
It was kinda weird that even a small neighborhood mart sold low-grade elixirs like that, no matter how basic they were.
But apparently, in this world with its super-saturated mana density, even low-grade stuff was easy to farm. So I just shrugged it off.
Anyway, after finishing shopping, I turned to Sati, who still looked kinda pale—probably from that lunch not sitting right.
"Thanks to you, I got everything. Appreciate it."
"No biggie... But, oppa."
"Yeah?"
She looked up at me and said,
"You're really okay, right? Like, nothing happened?"
I smirked at her worried gaze and placed a hand on her head.
"Eek..."
"Don't worry about me—worry about yourself. Don't go starving all the time. How else you gonna pay off that debt?"
Her face flushed as she mumbled,
"I will pay it back, for real... Once I get my paycheck this month... Wait, this month's kinda tight, but next month..."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Work hard and pay it off."
I ruffled her hair messily.
"Seriously... You're messing up my hair..."
Even as she said that, she didn't push my hand away, so I kept at it. That's when my pocket buzzed.
"Ah, hold on."
I pulled my hand from her head and fished out my smartphone. Glancing at the caller ID, it was Eileya.
"Eileya?"
I'd figured it'd be Lilith or maybe Hoaran, so this was unexpected. And a call instead of her usual texts? Weird.
I hesitated for a sec, then picked up.
"Hello?"
"H-Hello~? Can you talk right now~?"
Her voice sounded a bit hesitant as she asked that, so I replied,
"Yeah, I can. What's up?"
"Well... I was working, so I just saw your texts now. You haven't been around lately~? You said you were sick, so I wanted to check if you're feeling better... Sorry, was that too nosy...?"
Her voice trailed off, sounding more deflated by the second, so I said,
"Nah... It's not nosy or anything. Anyway, thanks for worrying. I'm all good now."
Truth was, I hadn't been sick at all, but I'd played it off that way in texts, so whatever.
A sigh came through the line.
"Good to hear... Oh, I heard you're back tomorrow—got any bookings yet~?"
"Nope, not yet."
"Then..."
She paused, then asked if she could book me for tomorrow. I thought for a sec.
Tomorrow?
"Noona, your heat isn't due for a while, right?"
Her last one had just ended, so she should've been good for a bit. Werewolf heats lasted 2-3 days a month, so I could kinda track clients' cycles.
Rough math put her next one at 3-4 weeks out.
She replied,
"It's not exactly about that... You don't wanna...?"
No reason to say no.
Honestly, Eileya started off with some bias 'cause of Lilith, but she wasn't a bad person. Loaded, no drama—prime client. And I was planning to work tomorrow anyway, so pre-booked was fine.
No rule saying dispensers were only for heats.
"Nah, it's cool. Yeah, I'll take that booking."
As we sorted out time and place, she added,
"Oh, if you're okay with it, how about that promise from last time too~?"
I froze.
What promise? First I'd heard of it.
"Y'know, dinner together...? I said I'd treat... You didn't forget, right...?"
"Oh, right, that."
Now that she mentioned it, yeah, we'd sorta agreed.
Completely slipped my mind.
Back then, my head was too fucked worrying how to calm pissed-off Lilith after ghosting her.
Dinner, huh...
Free meal? Sure. But committing right now felt off.
"Nah, dinner might be tricky... Sorry, we'll see when the time comes."
Probably needed to clear it with Lilith or Hoaran first. Silence on her end, then,
"O-Okay? But tomorrow's still on, right~?"
"Yeah, that's fine."
"Okay, see you tomorrow..."
She sounded kinda down.
"Yeah, see you."
I hung up, pocketed the phone, and caught Sati staring.
"What?"
She bit her lip, fidgeting with her fingers.
"...Who was that?"
"Why, you gonna do something about it?"
"No, just... y'know..."
She trailed off, then dropped her head. I ruffled her hair again.
"Just a noona from work. Don't sweat it."
"Work... like, dispenser stuff?"
"What else?"
I shrugged at her obvious question.
"Anyway, I'm heading out. You work hard too."
"Ah... Yeah."
"See ya. Take care."
"Yeah... Bye, oppa."
She smoothed her messed-up hair, looking even more down than before. Made me worry.
Did I overfeed her? Should've eaten more together.
I headed home, arms full of bags, and spotted Hoaran outside like she was waiting.
She saw me too and hurried over.
"You're a bit late. Everything alright?"
"Yeah, met up with someone I know. Where's Mom Lilith?"
"She hasn't returned yet."
Made sense—even Lilith wouldn't be off work this early.
Probably evening at soonest. Then, a doll popped from my pocket and leaped into Hoaran's arms, burying into her massive tits.
"Hoah."
"Hm? What is it?"
"Hoah, hoah...!"
"Hm..."
What the hell?
The doll chattering "hoah hoah" like it was talking, and Hoaran nodding along. Then she turned to me.
"You've gotten close to that satyros girl from before, it seems. Hanjo."
"Huh?"
No way.
Hoah had snitched on my meetup with Sati? I'd planned to ask Hoaran how to make one—cute and useful—but this backstab?
Not really a backstab, though. Hoah was her shikigami doll, and I hadn't done anything shady.
Still, after buying fox jerky for it, felt a bit betrayed.
Nothing wrong, but getting called out made me uneasy anyway.
Tensing up, I watched her. She beamed.
"Forgiving others is no easy task, yet you've done it. Truly, this lady's son."
"Ah, uh... yeah..."
Lilith called me a sucker for forgiving Sati, but Hoaran praised me.
Opposites attract, huh? How'd these two even become friends?
"The evening chill bites. Come, let's head inside."
She took half my bags.
Lilith would've just grabbed the beer bags...
Mama material?
What was Lilith then...?
No need comparing. Each had their perks.
Lilith gave me her scooter and ran a World Government branch—power player, unlike Hoaran.
Still...
Something nagged at me. What was it?
Felt like I forgot something, but I'd double-checked the list.
"What's wrong? Some worry on your mind?"
Hoaran eyed me concernedly. I shook my head.
"Nah, nothing."
If it was important, it'd come to me. Probably nothing.
I followed her in.
"You're late."
"Yeah."
Clock said nearly seven.
Lilith usually ditched early and lounged at home—should've been back by now.
"Should I call her?"
"That would be wise. Dinner's ready, but waiting idly isn't ideal."
I nodded and went to dial Lilith when my phone buzzed with a text.
Speak of the devil.
"Ah, she says she's almost here."
"Is that so? Then I'll reheat the food."
"Need a hand?"
"No need. Just warming it up."
She glided off to prep. I set the table for immediate dinner once Lilith arrived. Then the door chimed open.
"...What? You ate without me? I even texted."
"Nah, we saw the text and were prepping. Welcome back anyway."
Lilith scowled at me mid-setup, then shrugged it off and chucked something at me.
"Huh?"
Caught it—a golden bracelet.
"What's this?"
"New-model Body Checker. Prototype, but swap your old one for this."
"New model?"
"Yeah, it's different from the old... Ah, whatever. Explain later. I'm starving—food?"
"It'll be ready soon. Wait a moment."
Hoaran called from the kitchen. Lilith sighed and plopped beside me.
"Hey, don't just sit. Help set the table."
"Shut up. I'm beat from work."
"Tch."
I'd shopped with aches and flu-like symptoms.
Whatever.
No point expecting help from her "I'm done now" face.
I finished solo. Hoaran brought the food.
Thanks to shopping, the table was loaded. I marveled—Lilith griped,
"Ugh... Mushroom hotpot? No meat?"
"Bought some. We can do shabu-shabu. Right, Hoaran-mama?"
"No issue. But this lady's portion needs separating."
"Ah, you don't like meat?"
"Not disliked, just not appealing. I'll fetch a pot for the hotpot."
She rose again.
Hoaran skips meat too. Another difference from Lilith.
How are they friends?
"Beer? None?"
"Bought some."
"You little..."
She threw an arm around my shoulders—whole body screamed.
"Ow, easy..."
"So? Got my panties?"
"Ah."
That nagging feeling—her panties.
She eyed me slyly.
"You didn't forget, right?"
"Nah, just no time."
"So you didn't buy 'em?"
She squeezed harder—my joints cracked in protest.
Normally I'd savor her tits pressing in, but no way now.
Physical agony drowned everything.
"...Joke's over. Eat, Lilith."
Hoaran intervened, small pot in hand.
"Don't forget tomorrow either."
Lilith released me with the warning. I thought—muscle pain gone by then, maybe skip and take the hit?
"Skip tomorrow and I'll beat the shit outta you."
"Ah."
Decision: Buy tomorrow. No forgetting.