The Flower Shop's Distress
Bright daylight flooded the bedroom.
I took a moment to savor the sight of Veronica panting above me.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!!!!
“Hngh!! Ooooh!! Ohh!!”
Squiiish!!!!
Veronica shook her hips on top of me and came all on her own.
When her juices splashed all the way up to my face, irritation flared and I slapped her ass hard.
Smack!
“Kyaaak! Master!!!”
Tremble tremble tremble!!!!
Veronica shuddered as if even that felt good, her pussy clamping down greedily around me.
Today marked the seventh day of construction.
The work was proceeding smoothly. Ryuji had reported that the site managers and foremen we’d hired were doing their best to stay on schedule within the next two weeks.
We couldn’t throw all fifty-two members of Dark Hound onto the site, so twenty-five were assigned to construction while the remaining twenty-seven continued their day-labor jobs and funneled the money upward as tribute.
In the meantime, I occasionally watched massage demonstration videos from the penthouse, studied them, prepared the few items I’d need to run the shop, and spent the rest of my time thoroughly fucking Veronica, Lika, and Yua.
My cock had already been a monstrous thing that could cum close to ten times in a row, but after enhancing my virility, I now had energy to spare even after firing off more than twenty loads. If I felt like it, I could pound away all day and night without breaking a sweat.
“Lika and Yua started their periods too, so you’re going to have to take everything tonight.”
“Yesss! Just leave it all to meee!!”
Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!!
Just like Veronica, both Lika and Yua—who had been getting railed by me for over a month—had started their periods yesterday.
Veronica’s had only lasted two days, but there was no telling how long theirs would drag on.
Veronica had comforted the panicked girls, and that day they had gone home after giving me nothing but fellatio under the excuse of “dick massage.”
Since we charged by the number of pussy sessions, we could simply resume once their periods ended. The real problem was the lost revenue during that downtime.
Opening the shop really had been the correct decision.
It had been about a week since Veronica’s period ended, so next week should be her fertile window.
She had prayed every single day while we fucked, begging me to get her pregnant on my final spurt, yet Veronica still hadn’t conceived.
I watched her diligently grinding her hips above me and pondered.
What if she actually gets pregnant?
Not yet.
If Veronica’s belly started to swell, it would throw all my plans off schedule.
In that case, I would have to test it on Yua or Lika first.
Once their periods ended and two weeks passed, when ovulation arrived, I would pump them full of as much seed as possible and see whether pregnancy occurred.
And for Veronica, who wouldn’t be able to take vaginal sex for a while, I should open up her ass in advance.
“Ugh! Mmm!! Ahh! Lord Theo.”
“There, there. Veronica’s pussy feels incredible.”
“Haaah!!!”
Even though I answered half-heartedly, Veronica’s cunt squeezed and fluttered as if she loved it.
I observed the way her hips moved for a moment, then picked up my phone.
There was something else I needed to ask besides the construction progress.
After confirming Ryuji’s report, I set the phone down and grabbed Veronica’s waist.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!!
“Hngh! Mmm! Yesss! Lord Theeeeooo!!”
I slammed my hips upward violently.
Thud! Thud!! Thud!! Thud!!!
“Kyaaang! Uuuuugh!!! I’m cumming! Veronica’s pussy is cumming!!!”
Squiiiiiish!!!!
“I’m cumming!!!”
Spurt spurt spurt!!!! Spurt!!!! Spuuuuuuuurt!!!!
“Aaaaaaaaah!!!!”
Thump!
Pop—!
Gush, gush, gush!!!
After I finished ejaculating, I rose from the bed, leaving Veronica basking in the lingering afterglow.
Yet she desperately latched onto my cock again.
“Lord Theo. Just a moment! Slurp!!”
Veronica’s blowjob technique had clearly reached mastery.
Considering how quickly she absorbed administrative work, it made sense that she improved this fast too.
After she swiftly cleaned me with her mouth, she collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied expression.
I stroked her hair once, then headed out to the living room.
Gulp, gulp!
“Puha! That hits the spot.”
While drinking cold water, I reviewed the plan once more.
I had originally intended to meet Ayame as soon as construction began, but after Veronica offered a few inferences, I had deliberately stayed away from the site for several days to shake Ayame’s mentality a little.
Seeing from Ryuji’s report that Ayame was reacting exactly as we predicted, a smile crept across my face without me realizing it.
“Time to show my face soon.”
If I dragged it out too long her mind might completely shatter, so it was about time to visit the site.
The next day.
I left the penthouse wearing a moderately casual semi-formal suit.
Today I went alone, without Veronica accompanying me.
“The weather’s gotten quite warm.”
It was already March.
I seemed to have possessed this body around the end of January, so a fair amount of time had passed.
I now had a shop, fifty underlings, and three pussies that let me fuck them whenever I wanted while also bringing me money.
“Is this what a successful life looks like?”
No.
I was still far from done.
Since I had possessed a body with these kinds of abilities, I needed to seize control of the entire country—no, the entire world.
“Now that I think about it, the magical girls only appear in Japan. If I corrupt and break all of them, what happens to the other countries?”
That was another question worth exploring.
Why did the magical girl who would save the world always show up in Japan?
It was obviously just an anime cliché, but I suddenly felt the urge to look into it.
I’d think about that once I had corrupted more than half the magical girls and secured the upper hand.
I stopped by the convenience store where I had previously traded for the figure, swept every drink on the shelves, and asked them to deliver the haul to the interior construction site.
The clerk looked slightly surprised by my neat attire but quickly packaged the drinks.
“Wow. Running an errand for the company?”
“No. These are for the workers doing the interior renovation on my shop.”
The convenience store clerk’s jaw dropped at my answer.
“Eh? You’re the owner?”
“Haha. I’m just about to open for business.”
“That’s impressive. You look so young to already be a boss!”
“It’s nothing special.”
After possessing this body, nearly eighty percent of my time had been spent fucking, so holding a normal adult conversation felt a little awkward after so long.
Still, judging by the clerk’s reaction, I must have looked perfectly ordinary.
After entrusting the delivery, I took a taxi to the shop.
With graduation only one week away, Erika had already completed the two required school days for the week, so she was helping Ayame hold down the register at the flower shop.
Erika had pulled a chair up to the counter, leaned her chin on one arm, and was staring exclusively at her phone.
She scrolled through shorts and social media, then let out a small sigh.
“Ugh, I’m so bored.”
“Erika.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
At Ayame’s deliberately stern tone, Erika grumbled but straightened her posture—only to immediately prop her chin on the opposite arm.
Ayame sighed softly at the sight and stared blankly out of the shop.
Lunch break must have ended; the whole building and the floor above shook with noise and vibration.
Erika scowled deeply and shouted.
“Ugh, it’s so loud!! What the hell is all this racket?”
“Erika.”
“They’ve been at it from dawn till dusk. Don’t they have to compensate us for damages or something?”
“That’s…”
“Come on, sis, say something! The landlord just laughs it off, and if he can’t complain because his building’s getting nicer, shouldn’t you at least speak up?”
Although her little sister was a constant headache when it came to allowance and other matters, what Erika was saying now was correct.
But.
I must never get on his bad side, just in case.
Ayame had no way of knowing what kind of person the “real boss” was—she hadn’t even seen his face yet.
From the way the workers treated him, she had assumed the man with the pompadour was the owner, but apparently not.
He was involved, but she had overheard him say there was someone he served.
That made the identity of the true boss extremely important to her.
He was a man of staggering wealth, capable of funding the complete exterior remodeling of the building while renting out the shabby third floor.
If someone like that succeeded on the third floor, set his sights on the second, and then decided he wanted this first-floor spot as well?
“Ugh.”
As the landlord, he would evict them—the ones who occasionally fell behind on rent—and do whatever that man wanted.
Even if they were ordered to vacate, no method of resistance came to mind.
“…ni.”
“…”
“Sis!!”
“Huh? What?”
“Are you even listening? God, you’re so annoying.”
After a week of construction noise from dawn until late night, the lack of sleep had filled her head with worst-case scenarios that chained together endlessly.
With the exterior work underway, the few customers who had still trickled in had now vanished completely.
The workers had put up screens around the shop, but the blocked sunlight only caused the displayed flowers to lose their vitality day by day.
The sight mirrored the way her own heart was withering.
It was no wonder Erika was grumbling and losing her temper.
Ayame herself wanted to march upstairs right now and beg them to ease up a little.
But the terror of getting on his bad side kept her lips tightly sealed even as the loud tools rang out.
Ting-a-ling—!
Both sisters startled.
“Ah?”
The sudden sound of the bell.
Ayame looked up at the entrance in surprise.
“Whoa.”
Along with Erika’s dazed voice, what entered their sight was.
“Hello.”
An extremely handsome, tall man holding a convenience-store plastic bag stepped into the flower shop.