The Shopkeeper's Fellatio Service

I glanced back carefully. A silhouette larger than my own stood there.

It was Isis. She had her chest thrust forward, her expression carved into something severe.

"Haha, Goddess. About that…"

"I asked if she was better than I!"

Her eyes sharpened, and that unique goddess charisma rolled off her in waves. At the same time, she looked exactly like a girlfriend throwing a tantrum. Adorable, honestly.

"Come on, of course not! How could I possibly stack some ordinary mortal up against you?"

"Thy tongue is quick enough."

"You and I have already mixed our bodies, haven't we? How did that feel? It was hot, right? Same for me!"

"H-hmph."

"No woman alive can compare to you. The sexiest, most exalted being in all the world."

I even bowed with the full ceremonial etiquette one would offer a king. Isis, her mood visibly improving, flicked me on the head.

"Hmph. Then that is well. I am always at thy side — do not act rashly!"

"Isn't a little recklessness part of a mortal's charm?"

"Insolent whelp. Tch."

She vanished again. I let out a long breath. For a second there, I'd thought something was about to go very wrong.

Then again, sharing a bed with a goddess was hardly a safety net. Get on her bad side and she could snuff out a human without breaking a sweat. That was just what goddesses did.

Look at Greco-Roman mythology. The gods' idea of a personality was killing you or turning you into an animal because you bruised their ego.

Was Zeus-style rape even worse? No. They were all scum.

I caught my breath and headed for the general store, taking my time on purpose. Annie deserved a chance to get her mood back to normal.

Creeeak. Thunk!

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Annie was there in the navy-blue uniform she always wore. She'd already changed back into it. The bunny-girl outfit had been so much better.

"Oh? Lashu. What brings you here? Did work go well?"

She wouldn't even meet another customer's eyes, but with me she was all warmth. She probably thought I was the one being extra friendly first. I'd just been treating her like a normal person.

"Yes! And I even got a bounty for it!"

I shook the coin purse, grinning like a clueless little kid who didn't know how the world worked. Annie just smiled. I started browsing the shelves.

"Gotta buy something to celebrate my first bounty!"

"Oh, you don't have to force yourself. Give it to your mother!"

"It's fine. Let's see… ah, I've been curious about this one. This!"

I pointed at a figurine. This noona was selling a figurine modeled after herself — and not cheaply, either.

"A f-figurine?!"

"Noona, I've been wondering for a while. This figurine kind of looks like you, doesn't it?"

"Heheh. Yes, that's right. I used myself as the reference."

She just admitted it outright. I looked closer. It really did look like Annie. Beyond that, there was nothing special about it. No removable clothes, no customizable underwear, nothing.

Why did you even make this? Annie, if you'd been born in my country you'd have gone under in a month. Hundreds of small-business owners crash and burn chasing a weird gimmick that nobody asked for.

I scratched my cheek, silently delivering that slightly-too-real critique, then shrugged after another look.

"But forty gold… why is it so expensive?"

Annie's face went red, as if the question itself embarrassed her. She finally managed to speak.

"You'll know if you buy it. Not that anyone ever has."

Well, of course not. Forty gold for a figurine of jack-all. That was like slapping a four-thousand-dollar price tag on a figurine of some random civilian. Even an otaku wouldn't bite. A pretty-girl character, maybe. This? No.

"Ooooh. Then I'll take it. The price is forty gold on the nose — sold!"

I cheerfully pulled forty gold from the purse.

Clink!

The sound of gold coins spilling out was a welcome one. I wanted to hear that a lot more often.

The original Lashu had grown up wanting for nothing, but he hadn't been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Raised on happiness, sure — that counted as rich in its own way. The original me hadn't even had that.

But if I'd decided to become a hero, didn't that mean I was supposed to sleep with as many women as I wanted and rake in wealth and glory besides?

That was the royal road for any game-novel transmigration protagonist. Nod.

Annie's mouth fell open.

"W-wait? Really?"

"Yes. I already took the money out, see? Maybe buying a figurine will bring me some luck? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Haha."

I reached for it. Annie's face went rigid, and she caught my wrist. The strength in her grip was no joke. What the hell?

"Lashu. You're not joking, right?"

"I'm not. I'm always sincere with you, Noona. You know that."

I even landed the line properly. Annie's lips curved into a faint smile.

"Then come around back for a second…"

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you the real reason I put that figurine on display. Heheh."

Annie disappeared behind the counter. I pushed through the swinging door and followed. Behind the display, to my surprise, was a dark room lit by a single weak lantern.

Whoa. This place had been here the whole time. You couldn't get back here in the game, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd never known.

I looked around. Aside from the lantern's glow, it was genuinely dark.

"Huh. Didn't know there was a room like this."

A presence stirred ahead of me. Annie's silhouette was faintly visible.

"Thank you for buying the figurine. But you can't take it with you."

"What? Why not?"

"Because that figurine exists for a certain service. It's a smokescreen."

"A service?"

"A fellatio service♥"

Annie's voice — always so calm, so even — had shifted. Sweet and dripping, like a she-cat in heat trying to seduce you.

I was stunned. My mouth, however, was already smiling.

That's what it was? So she priced it sky-high so nobody could actually buy it? Not like any adventurer in a backwater territory like this would drop that kind of gold anyway.

I looked down at her with expectant eyes. In the lantern light, her face came softly into view. The corners of her eyes were curved in a way they never were during business hours.

Fumble, fumble. A soft rustle.

Her hands were already tugging my pants down, groping between my legs. Every brush of her fingers landed with startling sensitivity. Was it because of the dark? With my eyes half-blind, every other sense felt sharpened to a knife's edge.

Then she got down to business in earnest.

Her hand slid in as if it belonged there, stroking between my thighs as she leaned in to whisper against my ear.

"For the record, this is a secret from everyone else. Got it?♥"

"Yes, Noona…"

So that was it. There was a reason it cost so much. No — if a woman like this was going to suck me off, I'd have happily thrown in extra.

And then her body came fully into view.

She had already taken her top off. I'd never known, because she always wore that uniform.

Snow-white breasts well past an E-cup. Two thick nipples already standing stiff. And below, a lush, meaty lower body that her skirt was barely managing to cover.

She sank to her knees in front of me and pulled my pants down with deliberate slowness.

The moment her fingers touched my cock, it broke through its own limits. The head was already past twenty centimeters, veins standing out hard along the shaft — and she looked down at it with naked greed, licking her lips.

"You've become a man before I knew it♥ I thought you'd spend your whole life throwing tantrums. Haa, that nostalgic smell of a male♥"

She handled my cock like a precious treasure, gently rolling my balls in her fingers before pressing into them like a massage. The shaft that had been twitching up and down grew harder by the second.

As if she couldn't wait any longer, she pressed her lips to the head.

"Mmwah♥ My, it's so hot♥"

Her eyes narrowed. She blew a soft stream of air across the tip, then opened her mouth and took it in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked it down.

"Nngh, haa."

A moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. Annie hummed through her nose as she worked, her tongue moving inside her mouth like a tentacle, wrapping my cockhead like a snake and stroking it back and forth. A pleasure so intense it felt ready to burst crashed over every one of my senses.

"Pop, slurp♥ Mmph, haaah♥ Already making a face like you can't take it? A hero should be more composed!♥"

This was nothing like the meek, withdrawn woman I knew. She trained my cock with practiced skill. I reached down and filled my hands with her breasts — soft, heavy flesh that hadn't seen many men's hands.

She nipped the head, just lightly. That strange pressure made my cock swell even harder with excitement. Then she pried my slit open with her tongue and forced it inside.

It was humiliating and thrilling at the same time. The sense of transgression melted straight into orgasm.

She kept her eyes locked on mine the entire time she bobbed her head, as if she refused to miss a single struggling expression. As if she were curious what kind of face her prey would make.

"How is it? Hnngh♥ Better than those young girls, isn't it? Heheh♥"

I could only nod. The last scraps of reason in my head felt like they were about to evaporate. Every time her tongue dragged across my slit, the strength threatened to leave my legs entirely.

She savored the look on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my face, her eyes curving into a pair of crescents.

"I used to do this a lot. I didn't have a choice. The lord was useless, and I still had to eat. From mercenaries of unknown origin to kids who were only adults in body — I swallowed them all♥"

After that rather colorful account of her previous career, she took my cock back into her mouth. She whipped her head back and forth as if she meant to vacuum me down to the root. Her throat-pussy clenched around my shaft wetter and tighter than any real pussy could have. I felt the base go taut and a moan tore out of me.

"But I never let them have my pussy♥ I married a rich man thinking I'd finally get to use it, but he died before we could. Am I just an unlucky woman?♥"

Then she shook her head, as if taking it back. Meeting me had already made her the luckiest woman alive.

She devoured my cock with shameless hunger, the corners of her eyes softening by degrees. A madness bright enough to gleam even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the dark welled up in her gaze.

"Haa, a cockhead that stabs all the way down my throat♥ Uurk♥ Look how full and heavy those balls are, heheh♥ I wonder what a hero's love juice tastes like?♥"

"Nngh, hngh, Noonaaah, I can't hold, hah—!"

"Cum♥ It's okay, Lashu♥ Pump it all into Noona's mouth-pussy. As much as you want♥"

A single pubic hair clung to the corner of her mouth as she sucked me with raw, messy hunger. Pleasure hit like lightning. I threw my head back. My hips jerked once, my cock swelled, and I came.

Spurt! Splurt-splurt-splurt!

"Mmph♥ Mmm, there's so much♥ Mmh, haa, that thick smell — it's delicious♥"

She sucked down every last drop, wiped the cum from her lips, and licked them clean. The corners of her eyes were still curved in a smile.

Oh, I actually got points? I should be able to raise my stats with these!

The affection went up too. Interesting. She must have already been carrying some pretty warm feelings for me.

"It's been so long, that felt good. Don't tell anyone we did this here. This is our little secret, okay? Heheh♥"

And that was how our encounter ended.

I stepped out of the general store and looked up at the sky. It seemed especially clear.

After I transmigrated, I thought this territory was hell.

I made it all the way home, then stopped dead and smiled.

But it was heaven, wasn't it? A paradise of horny, thick-bodied beauties!

I went inside and greeted Mom the way I always did.

"Son, did work go well?"

"Yes. The lord passed away, apparently."

"Oh dear, what's going to become of the Lady? She was such a good person."

"Ah, yes…"

"I hear goblins and slimes and such have been running wild around here lately. It's frightening."

"Mom, you've got me!"

I called it out with all the dependable composure I could muster, while still keeping that trademark shota cuteness. Mom cupped my cheek.

"Heheh. My son. I love watching you grow into a man♥"

I nestled into her arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My own private happily-ever-after was officially underway.

Annie stepped out of the dark room after cleaning herself up. She wiped her mouth and grinned.

After her husband's death, she had lived through hell, despised by everyone around her. Once, an old man who claimed to be former special forces had cursed her out and nearly fucked her on the spot. She hadn't even been treated as a woman.

Just when she thought she would live and die like that, she had met a light named Lashu.

I thought I'd never be treated as a woman again. That the best I could hope for was being treated like a bitch in heat.

She smiled, still tasting Lashu's cum in her mouth, and pictured him smiling back at her, answering her.

Lashu. Just thinking about you makes my chest tremble. What is this feeling? I never felt this even looking at my husband.

She was confused. And yet, slowly, she licked her lips.

I want to taste you again. Then I'll understand this feeling, won't I?

She wanted to know more. This feeling — and the man named Lashu. Treating the attention that kept drifting toward him as something good, she licked her lips once more, slow and sticky.