Chapter 43
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Roy and Tanya (7)
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Clink clink...
"Hic... hiiickchoo!!! Ahh, damn it!!!!"
The harsh puffing from the pipe had stopped a while ago, replaced by the sounds of sneezing and cursing from a young girl's voice.
"Ah, it's cooooming here!!!"
Crash!
"Ah, shit!!! Hngkchoo!!!"
After the sound of shattering contents amid her sneezes, it took quite some time before the loli beastkin finally shuffled back toward me.
"Phewww!!! Hoo... almost bit the dust there... suuuuck!!!"
She clamped the pipe back in her mouth, puffing out thick clouds of smoke as she approached. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, and her face was beet red.
It looked like she'd sprayed tears and snot everywhere from sneezing. Was she okay?
Thud.
"Hey, come over here."
"Yesss, sis."
"Hngh."
She seemed pleased that I'd been consistently calling her "sis" from earlier.
Despite her surprisingly youthful looks and the stress etched on her face, I'd heard beastkin didn't sweat the small stuff like that. Apparently not?
"Here, the stuff to drink and the stuff to rub on."
"Ooh... and the effects?"
"Suuuck... the drinkable one turns you into a rutting dog in heat for about eight hours after ingestion. Mix it in booze or drinks, and it still works just fine. The topical? Slather it on your dick or pussy, and wherever it touches'll itch like crazy—drive you insane. Hooo..."
It was impressive how she rattled that off in one breath, but hearing such crude words like "dick" and "pussy" from someone who looked like a little kid felt all kinds of wrong. And that contemptuous glare she shot me while saying it? Stung my conscience hard.
"Uh... prices?"
"Three silvers for the drinkable. Two for the topical."
"Both, please."
"Hmmm... suuuck."
I'd asked for everything, but the beastkin just stared me down without handing over the goods.
"Something wrong, sis?"
"Nah, just... with a face like yours, girls oughta be spreading their legs wide for you. Wanna call it quits?"
"What?"
She flashed a rotten grin, sticking out just her pinky and wiggling it in front of my face. Pissing me off now?
"Suuuck... hoo... what? Oh, maybe this pipe's too small? Pfft!"
Seeing my scowl, she extended her ring finger too, mashing two fingers together and shaking them mockingly.
Son of a bitch, that really grinds my gears.
"It's not for me."
"Gonna use it on her, huh?"
"Goddamn it!"
"Ah, reaaally!!"
Fine, she took the bait. Now she's strutting like she owns the place. Time to end her.
"How 'bout I show you?"
Whoosh.
"You... you psycho!!! ...Kuhk!!"
I grabbed my waistband to drop trou, and she recoiled, choking in shock.
"What's wrong, sis? Lemme confirm if it's really just finger-sized."
"N-no, forget it! Kyaa, he's actually stripping!!!"
"Still got my underwear on."
"J-just put your pants back on!!"
"Nah, you hurt my feelings. Gotta show you now, sis."
"Kyaaa!!! Kek hack!! Eekchoo!!!"
Forgetting her pipe entirely, I ditched my underwear and dangled my dick out. Suddenly, she started hacking up a lung.
"Eeekchoo!!! Kchoo!!!!"
"Sis?"
"D-don't... kchooo!!!!!"
Ting!
Her sneezes kicked back in full force. She staggered, and the pipe slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor. From then on, the sneezes wouldn't quit.
"Hey, that's not even the issue—your coughing's brutal."
"Ehekchoo!!! P-pick... it up... quick kek!!"
Panicking at her ragged breaths and nonstop sneezes, I scooped up the pipe and shoved it into her hand.
"Suu... kuh!! Hoo.... Kek!! Kek!!"
"Isn't it getting worse?"
"...Shut... the fuck... up..."
She jammed the pipe in her mouth and puffed furiously without pause. Her color slowly returned.
What the hell? Not tobacco—some kind of medicinal herb? Asthma or something?
I watched her puff away steadily. Her breathing evened out, and soon she shot me a pissy glare while grumbling.
"Hooo..... Almost died, thanks to you, you perv."
"You really okay now?"
"Suuuck... hey, pay up quick and get the fuck out."
"Here, five silvers."
"Drinkable's one dose. Topical's three. Now scram."
"No words for me?"
"What, 'nice fat cock'? I saw it—now beat it!!"
Still hanging out my dick while talking, her face flushed red again as she shrieked at me.
What a temper... "Oh, got any awakening agents? Or a sedative mixed with something to knock out for a set time, then wake up."
"You bastard!!!"
"No, really need it."
"Pants first!"
"Why? Turning you on?"
I deliberately snapped my hips side to side, making my dick swing wildly.
"Wh-what the fuck, you real crazy bastard?"
Her face wasn't just red from sneezing this time. Eh, my irritation's gone—time to wrap it up.
Feels like teasing a bratty kid cousin at family holidays.
"Hoo... wait here, you pain in the ass. Shoulda said all at once."
"Frankly, place looks so shabby it probably doesn't even have aphrodisiacs, so I mentioned the must-haves just in case."
"Fuck..."
I waited for the loli sis to rummage again, pocketing the aphro items and pulling out my silver pouch.
"Suuuck.... hey, this one's a pill: take it, sleep one or two hours, then it forces you awake after."
"Weirdly specific effect."
"Then don't buy, asshole!"
"Nah, it's perfect—exactly what I wanted. If I crush it and mix in water or drinks, does it weaken?"
"A bit, but not much.... You psycho, pants on!"
"Why? Feels nice and breezy."
"Suuuuuck... hoo.... suuuck... crazy bastard."
She grimaced in disgust, but I shook my hips harder, swinging my dick like a pendulum. Her eyes couldn't peel away.
"Total?"
"F-five silvers thirty bronze. Suuuuck..."
"Here. I'll be back."
"Hoo... please just go. And never come back."
"No wonder business sucks, treating customers like this."
"You little!!!"
"I'm out!!"
Bam!
"Man... that was hilarious."
She was grinding her teeth in rage, but couldn't tear her eyes off my swinging dick. Less pitiful, more like watching a cute kitten.
"If the stuff works well, I'll swing by often."
Judging by the tiny shop and her fetching items herself, she's probably the owner. Alchemy gear on shelves screams handmade.
"Topical for Sia, drinkable and sedative for Roy."
If performance's solid, repeat customer for sure.
How do I resist that pouty loli beastkin sis?
"Went to visit the sick girl again today?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, stopped by there too. Got a bunch of places to hit up."
"Yeah? You've been heading out a lot lately."
"Been grinding Labyrinth too much. With 3rd floor and beyond in mind, gotta prep. Scouting advice here and there. You? Training going well?"
"Mm... Asked Frank to check in when he's free. No tank in the party, so focusing on stuff I can handle."
"Nice."
Sure enough, after over two weeks without Pleasure House visits and steady stamina training, Claude looked more mature than expected.
"How's it look? Pretty cool, right?"
"Party leader's gotta be at least this level, fuck."
"Tch..."
"Gonna treat you to a tail parlor soon."
"Wh-what!!!"
Claude's eyes bugged out as he rushed up to me.
"You've trained hard without complaints till now. Looks like you're getting your head straight, so I'll even cover it. Not a full Pleasure House, so no ban."
"Bro!!!"
"But keep it up like this."
"Thank you!!!!"
Thud!!!
Proud of him, I send the kid to a beastkin handjob joint, and he's bawling, pledging loyalty, kowtowing like a dogeza.
Can't just squeeze him dry—stress builds, might explode wrong. Gotta rein him in under me, control that libido.
"Hey, Claude."
"Yeah?"
"You ever done it with beastkin?"
"Guhk...! Wh-why?"
"Just curious. No beastkin at Pleasure Houses?"
"N-no, they stick to their own shops..."
"So you haven't?"
"Uh..."
"What? Spit it out."
Averted eyes finally met mine as Claude mumbled.
"Went once before... Thought my dick was gonna get yanked off."
"Yeah?"
"Beastkin got more strength baseline than humans, right? Labyrinth divers with boosted stats? Grip's on another level... Not that you'd get it, but felt like my dick'd burst... Why ask, anyway??"
"Dunno? Saw you going nuts at brothels, wondered how good the pounding must be."
"...Khmm! Anyway, surprising? You interested in that stuff? How'd you know about tail parlors?"
"Forgot our afterparty chats with Hawk?"
"Oh... right..?"
"I'll send you sometimes. Don't stress too hard."
"Whoa... seriously, bro, thanks!!"
Bam!!
Claude headbutted the ground dogeza-style in thanks for the handjob promise, then bolted back to the clearing for more training.
He'd come to rest near me during breaks before, but now he was showing off extra hustle.
Sweat pouring, gasping, swinging that sword nonstop while sneaking peeks my way—like begging "I'll work harder, send me often."
Tail parlor, huh... Sis's hands were too small for that, but a tail? Wonder what that feels like.