The Shop Noona's Secret

After the last of their sex had ended, she lowered her head.

Beside her, the human hero she had met only today was sleeping without a care in the world. Isis glanced down at her own pussy, still dripping with the seeds of his desire, and smiled.

To think this body of mine would be joined with a mortal. And that I would climax—not once, but again and again!

To her, Lashu Leonhart was an existence beyond every calculation. Meeting him, having sex with him, being drawn to him—none of it had been accounted for.

A coincidence. It has to be a coincidence. …Is it a coincidence?

Through more than ten rounds of sex, the goddess had agonized. This was nothing more than a physiological response. There was no way she, a goddess, could possibly come undone on a mortal's meat rod.

A jolt ran through her.

Of course, her body was honest. Even the mere recollection of Lashu's erection was enough to make her lower half answer first. In her eyes now, he looked like the most adorable yet reliable man in the world.

She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠let out a sigh.

Surrender through sex is still surrender. I shall acknowledge it, as befits a goddess. Very well. Lashu, was it?

Stroking his hair as golden sunlight spilled across it, Isis smiled with a wicked little curve of her lips.

I shall watch over you. How far you will go… and how thoroughly you will satisfy me.

The goddess finished a meal she had whipped up on the spot by transforming wood and stone, and I gathered my things. I'd figured food transmuted from timber and rock would taste bizarre, but it was the same kind of meal I always ate. That caught me off guard.

Then a notification pulled my attention.

Asgard Chronicles had always been a game thick with dating-sim elements. The mods had probably made that even worse. But an affection system? Hell yeah.

The hearts went up quite a bit, though. Don't they usually climb half a heart at a time? Heh.

Did that mean the goddess liked me that much? Well, even if my body's small, once I get hard my other self easily clears twenty centimeters. This much is baseline, honestly.

I was stretching out after collecting the quest rewards when something odd caught my eye. A hidden reward.

Ysgard has a concept called the Abyss. The higher the value climbs, the more your very existence transforms—or the better you comprehend otherworldly knowledge. Of course, that also means the people around you start treating you strangely, and monster patterns turn vicious. Climb past a certain point, and they say you give up being human altogether.

I'd only ever heard about it. Never thought it'd actually go up.

A moderate increase is fine. Cross some unknown threshold, though, and you're fucked. Goddammit, why did they even make this?

Huh. Another title? Probably from the power-sex with the goddess. Whoa—normally you only get points from killing monsters or putting someone down. But you can get them from sex too?

So now I've got even more reason to have sex? Heheh! Hell yeah. Lucky me!

I grinned, pleased with myself, and was about to head back with the lord's necklace when I glanced behind me.

Isis was following along as if it were the most natural thing in the world, still wearing that see-through dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Uh, Goddess? Are you coming with me?"

I knew she was the finest woman alive. Her race was goddess; her looks were top-tier. But she was still overwhelming—like a broke nobody with no connections marrying a conglomerate heiress.

The goddess glared at me, then snorted.

"Hmph! Do not be mistaken! I merely intend to watch and see whether I may entrust this world to you! Foolish mortal!"

"B-but still…"

"And thou art my apostle! Of course I shall follow—where else would I go?"

Heat bloomed suddenly in my chest. She was willingly making me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hers. Haah. I felt like a stray cat that had just found itself a butler.

"But if you go like that, the other humans will panic. They'll be on guard. Humans are frail creatures, to that degree."

I laid out the argument. Isis considered it for a moment, then clicked her tongue.

"As expected, humanity remains a filthy lot."

"It's more that you're so overwhelmingly beautiful they won't be able to comprehend it—and they'll go mad!"

She stroked my head, as if she found me endearing. Watching that faintly wicked smile of hers, I thought my cock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠might stand up all over again.

"O Hero, thou possessest the silver tongue of a bard."

"Thank you! Please keep stroking, nngh~"

"What an adorable thing thou art. Very well. I shall remain in spirit form. Call upon me shouldst thou have need."

Isis vanished in an instant. The feeling that she was still right beside me, though, lingered and would not leave.

I walked hard and made it back to the territory. I'd returned in one piece, but nobody seemed particularly impressed.

"Whoa, Lashu's back? He made it?"

"He was probably just off messing around."

"Nah, he just got handed some ridiculously easy job, right?"

"I heard the lord's wife plays favorites with him. Looks really are everything, sheesh."

I walked past them without a flicker of interest. That was just how trash talked when they wouldn't even lift a finger for their own lives.

I gave the guards a brief greeting and moved on. Mid-stride I caught one of them looking stunned, eyes ready to pop out of his skull.

At the lord's manor, the butler came out to meet me. I showed him the necklace.

"His Lordship is dead."

The butler's face, always so composed, collapsed into something grave. He gestured at me urgently.

"Follow me. Quickly."

We hurried to the lord's wife. Lady Renata had been attending to official business; she looked at us and frowned.

"What is this commotion? Have you forgotten your manners—"

"My lady, please look at this!"

The butler thrust the lord's necklace at her. She sighed, glanced down at it—and her eyes went wide.

"Th-this is…?"

"His Lordship died a glorious death in battle. My condolences."

At my words she looked at me, then back down at the necklace. Then she fixed me with a hard stare.

"Look at me."

"Pardon?"

"Look at me—at Renata Gailwarz—and say it properly! Did His Lordship… truly fall in battle?"

Technically he hadn't fallen in battle. He'd just been slaughtered by a goddess. And he'd been about to do something nasty when it happened. Still, we'd call it a warrior's death. I needed to score some points with Renata.

She really did love him, huh. Even knowing what a scumbag the man actually was.

So this was why politicians managed their image. Even a son of a bitch looked like a good man to people who didn't know him.

I nodded.

"I found him while following the trail. In my limited judgment, it appears he encountered a dragon, engaged it, and fell."

"A dragon? None have appeared in this region for over fifty years!"

"His Lordship must have been unlucky."

At my even tone, Renata's expression twisted. I followed up without missing a beat.

"But he was braver than anyone. If you go and see for yourself, you'll understand—he alone was burnt black. He fought protecting his soldiers. To the very end, he carried a lion's valor."

I dressed it up as calmly as breathing. Renata clutched the necklace and began to cry.

"Ughk, I knew it. My love! Ahh-hhk, why did you have to leave so soon…!"

And so she became the tragic heroine. Time would take care of the rest.

The butler approached and pressed a coin purse into my hands, his face wrecked.

"You've done well. Tomorrow the hero candidates assemble, so come to the training grounds. See to your preparations."

"Understood. Then I'll take my leave."

I took the heavy purse and went back outside. The moment I hit the street again, a laugh slipped out of me.

Alright. I've laid the seasoning. Now I just wait for her heart to collapse.

How do you go after a woman you can't touch because of status or specs? You break her heart. They even say the important thing is a spirit that never breaks. The moment that spirit snaps, even a warrior goes down.

Huh. Isn't this a title built for running your mouth and stirring a crowd? Ahh, they really do hand these out for everything.

I checked the purse. Fifty gold.

As expected of the lady lord. She's loaded. Thirty gold alone is a commoner's monthly living expenses.

I smacked my lips. It was an awkward amount, though—not quite enough to commission proper gear, and my household wasn't hard up enough to need it for living costs.

What should I even do with this. Home first, I guess.

Times like this, I should ask Mom for advice. Oh—maybe I should buy her a present?

I was heading home when I found a crowd packed into the street. What, a fight?

I pushed closer and saw women in bunny-girl outfits and maid uniforms standing on a carriage, or leaning against it, striking model poses and expressions.

Whether it's the game or the original novel, this place has a fair number of modern fixtures. Those are race queens—no, wait. Cart girls.

When a new model of carriage dropped, they used people like this to snag the eye and sell it. And among them, I spotted Annie from the general store, in a bunny-girl outfit and fishnet stockings.

Didn't expect that. Her coming out for something like this. Is the shop not enough to live on?

She was holding every gaze in the street. This was not the woman people usually ignored and looked straight through.

"That girl's pretty. The bunny girl. Who is she?"

"Dunno. Did we have someone like that?"

"Her face is kinda ordinary, though. Hmm."

I couldn't believe it. They didn't even recognize it was Annie-noona? Sure, after she lost her husband the setting had slapped her with the lovely little epithet of "the bitch who ate her husband"—but this was a bit much.

I shook my head. I watched for a good while, and then the event wrapped up. The captain of the guard stepped forward to make the announcement.

"The event is concluded! Should anyone wish to purchase this new carriage, the Grandeur, please inquire!"

The spectators scattered. Annie headed for a nearby warehouse to change back into her regular clothes. Alone. There should have been a designated changing room.

I found out why from the models she'd been standing with.

"Ugh, I'm gonna catch her bad luck."

"Right? Why did that bitch even come out?"

"Fuck, and her ass is smaller than mine. This is some bullshit."

A woman's worst enemy really is another woman, huh. I clicked my tongue and looked where Annie-noona had gone. It was a ramshackle warehouse that wouldn't have been surprising to see collapse on the spot.

Should I go say hi?

I headed for the warehouse. I should at least tell her I'd been watching and she'd done well. I was almost there when—

"Ahn, hhk♥"

A moan. I stopped short and scanned the surroundings. What the hell was that. I circled around behind the warehouse. As far as I knew, there was a peep hole back here. Oh—found it.

I put my eye to the hole. Inside, Annie had stripped completely naked and was masturbating.

She had climbed onto a liquor barrel and spread her legs in a completely shameless pose, and she was violently thrusting the toe of her high heel into her pussy. The heel was already soaked glossy with her juices.

"Ah, haah, so many men saw me♥ I wasn't wearing any panties♥ Will they remember me? Nngh♥"

I've got nothing. This is what she was? The quietest maiden in the world?

I kept watching. I could feel the blood pushing into my cock, but I held it down for now. Annie shoved the heel in deeper and squeezed her own breasts.

"What if I get caught like this♥ Would they all look at me nicely then? I didn't eat my husband, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nngh♥ Hic, I'm so turned on—Lashu, aah, I like you♥ Fuck me more♥ I—I'm cuuuming!♥"

Her pussy convulsed, then sprayed love juice in a hard, arcing jet—so hot that white steam actually rose off it. Annie stared at the mess with a flushed face, tears rolling down her cheeks.

I'd imagined burying myself in Annie too. I just never thought she'd masturbate saying my name. Seeing this new side of her caught me completely off guard.

Damn. A woman who gets herself off calling my name. I only ever treated her normally!

A problem presented itself all at once. Should I just walk in there and tell her to do it? With my face, it was easily doable, but…

I watched Annie get dressed again, then stepped back.

"Was it that enjoyable?"

Someone asked from behind me. I swallowed hard and turned around.