Werewolf, Eileya (3)
“Seriously~? I can't wear skirts for a while like this~?”
Eileya said that.
Watching her, I opened my mouth.
“Hey, Eileya sis?”
“Yeah~?”
I could see Eileya tilting her head as she lifted her skirt and pulled her tail out through the hole in the back. She reacted to my call.
I said to her.
“Could you lift your skirt and show me a bit?”
“What~?”
“I wanna see it again.”
“Didn't you just check it out earlier~?”
“That's different from now.”
I'd seen it plenty while writing her name and even more while showering together afterward. But seeing it with clothes on? This was the first time.
“...You're hopeless~ Well... I don't mind...”
Eileya made a face like she had no choice and hiked up her skirt.
There it was: her panties and, on the side of her thigh, an arrow pointing with Kanghan Cock Exclusive Pussy written bold.
And below that, a tally mark with just three strokes.
That was how many times she'd bought me—three this time. Looked like I'd written it nice and neat.
Just Kanghan Cock Exclusive Pussy felt a bit lacking, but those three strokes? Perfect finishing touch.
I wrote it myself, but fuck, it was hot as hell.
“...Happy now~?”
“Yeah, just a bit longer.”
After admiring my handiwork on her body to my heart's content, I finally said I was good. Eileya dropped her skirt hem.
“It definitely shows.”
The spot was visible enough, and with that super short skirt she'd worn today, the mark teased at the edge of sight—barely hidden.
“Is that so~? What're you gonna do about it~?”
She shook her skirt hem teasingly, side to side. Each sway flashed the words on her thigh—pussy, exclusive, all that—just a peek.
I said,
“Wear pants.”
Problem solved.
“...Not the reaction I wanted~?”
“Then what?”
When I asked, Eileya wrapped her arm around my neck and said,
“Like, this still looks way short on fills... so I shove it deep in my exclusive pussy, nice and hard~?”
She traced her fingertips along my dick—still rock-hard and not going down—with a smooth stroke as she spoke. I asked her,
“No problem, but you got the cash?”
“...Aren't you being too cold~? Shouldn't you just say 'can't be helped' and let it slide~?”
That's different.
She was right—it was still far from full—but still.
“I'll just grind another round. Worst case, hit the extraction room downstairs on my way out.”
Morning shift from dawn left me plenty of time. Lounge a bit, take a call if it comes, or milk myself at the station otherwise.
“Way too blunt~? I'm not exactly your girl or anything, but still...”
“That's that, this is this.”
Money's money. No point wasting it.
“...Tch. Not even once~?”
I saw Eileya click her tongue at me, but no meant no.
She'd already gotten her service—greedy much?
Well...
“Instead, when this hits five, one creampie free.”
I stroked her thigh, pointing at the three-stroke tally.
“But if it fades before then? No deal.”
“Who does that~?”
“Then keep it from fading.”
Can't guard your coupon? Your fault, not the house's.
“Even permanent ink wouldn't last that long~?”
Whatever.
“Yeah~? Just once more...”
As she tried clinging to me, saying that—a shrill beep rang from both my smartphone and Eileya's.
EMERGENCY ALERT
Dimension Collision Detected
Location: Coordinates [FAR FROM HERE]
“Ah.”
It'd been ages since I'd heard that tone—before I could react, a low rumble hit, followed by a light tremor shaking the place.
“Been a while, huh~?”
“Yeah.”
The reason the world's gone to shit.
Phenomenon from different worlds, dimensions merging into one: Dimension Crash or whatever.
Me and Eileya? Not fazed.
Too common now to panic.
A few years back, it happened non-stop—talk was the world was really fucked. Lately quieter, but here we go again.
“Wonder what this one's~? Hope it's nothing big~ I'm allergic to hassle~”
“Why would it hassle you, sis?”
What's Eileya got to worry about?
For most normies, Dimension Crashes were just quakes now—comes, goes, done.
Scholars and mages? Heads exploding over why merged dimensions and ballooning Earth stayed intact.
For average folks: Eh, something's popping out again? Shrug it off.
That's when Eileya looked at me and said,
“Don't let the looks fool ya—this sis does military-ish stuff~? Kinda different, but yeah. Sometimes these pull me in~”
Ah.
Got the picture. Explained her sketchy cash flow too.
“Sis, you're a Hunter?”
Merged worlds meant mixed critters too.
Like the Moo-goo I'd farmed.
Exotics, rare resources, all sorts crossed over.
Including shit that didn't talk, no sapience—monsters.
World Government doesn't count 'em as 'races'—controversy—but yeah, monsters exist.
Hunters smash 'em for bounties, harvest mats for magic or industry. High-risk 3D job: fight every freak out there. Die if you're not badass. But pays dirty money.
A top-earner Hunter right in front of me...
“Eileya sis, what's your rank?”
Slipping from 'nim' to casual as I asked slyly. She said,
“Me~? B-rank~?”
Damn, upper tier.
S-top, then A, B... two below peak. Still elite?
Heard aces rake billions per run...
“Ooh...?”
“What's up~?”
“Nah, nothing.”
Hit me—I pull that too.
Lilith's debt's huge, so I hoard every won, but yeah, I'm stacking fat cash.
“Anyway, sis must be crazy strong?”
“Nah, not really... My rank's high 'cause I'm clan leader. Plenty same rank stronger than me~”
“Clan leader?”
“Yeah... Me and family run a small clan gig~? Similar, anyway~”
She skirted it, reluctant. I let it slide.
Hunter clan boss, big earner—good enough.
Chatting away, the quake faded.
Soon, beeps from our phones again.
“Looks like it's dropping.”
“Where~?”
Checked mine: text about collision far off, distant coordinates.
“Nowhere near us.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup... ghost town now? No clue what pops, no people—World Gov handles it in-house, no Hunter gigs.”
Low priority, depopulated.
I nodded.
“Makes sense.”
Habitable land? Scarce even on bloated Earth.
Monsters, mana disasters—Hunters like her exist for that.
World Gov deems spots 'uninhabitable'? Off-limits.
Those coords? Old Egypt zone.
Desertified worse, vast wastes—uninhabitable. Mass exodus, abandoned.
Even World Gov says fuck it—let it rot.
“Anyway, sis?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop groping slyly. Hands off.”
“Tch...”
She pulled her hand off my bulge, tongue-clicking. I said,
“And time to pay up?”
“You're killing me~.”
Grumbling, she finished payment. I smiled.
“Thanks for the business. Call me again, sis.”