Chapter 41
It was time, so I headed to the convenience store. As soon as I walked in, the manager greeted me.
"Master~."
She was dressed normally, wearing her convenience store vest. Her everyday outfit felt strangely unfamiliar now. Spotting me, she immediately stepped out from behind the counter.
"Good news~."
"What news?"
I tilted my head, and she beamed brightly in response.
"My pregnancy number went down~."
"Your pregnancy number decreased?"
I tilted my head again and glanced above her head. A decreased pregnancy number made perfect sense. After all, we'd had so much raw creampie sex. And it wasn't a bad thing at all. For the women of this world, knocking even one number off was cause for celebration. It meant averting a potential death sentence. But there was something off about it.
Because from the moment we met...
"Wasn't it already 0? ...No, I mean, it was 0, right?"
Her pregnancy number had been 0. Meaning she was already safe, with no quotas left to fulfill...
As I stared, she rummaged in her pocket and pulled something out, handing it over. It was an object that looked oddly familiar.
"A pregnancy test?"
"That's right~! Two lines~."
It was a pregnancy test. Then it hit me. The woman in front of me might be my self-proclaimed slave now, out with me for public creampie fucks and play, but before that, she'd been a vicious pervert slut who seduced men with zero numbers, got knocked up, and erased their quotas.
...I saved the world.
I'd rescued men from this deranged sex maniac murderess. At least one of them.
I'll keep saving you. Don't worry, men of this world—I've got your backs.
Lost in a swell of infinite-number heroism, responsibility, justice, and smug superiority, pregnancy test still in hand—
Click.
The manager locked the convenience store door and flipped the sign to CLOSED. Looked like she had no intention of opening tonight. Fine by me, but was skipping evening business really okay?
"I'll go change in the storeroom~."
Confirming the glass door was locked, she turned and hummed a little tune as she headed to the back. That's when—
Rattle. Ding~.
The fogged-up convenience store door shook. The bell above it jingled. Through the misty glass, I could make out a figure looking flustered. They pushed the door again. Of course, it didn't budge, and the person paced anxiously in front.
"Oh my~ The customer's not leaving. I even flipped the sign to CLOSED~. Maybe they need something urgently~."
The manager glanced at me.
"What should we do? We have to head out soon~."
I peeked at the glass door. Outside, in the steamed-up view, someone paced back and forth in a brown coat. Like the barabari coat the manager always wore. And for some reason, they kept glancing around while clutching it tight, like they didn't want to reveal what was underneath.
Seeing that, I was certain.
"It's the guest I called. Or maybe a companion."
"Huh?"
I grinned at the manager's confused face.
"She said she was lonely by herself. Won't be lonely tonight."
Ding~.
"Come on in~."
She jumped at the sight of the manager but relaxed when she saw me inside, stepping into the convenience store. It was the squinty-eyed married woman, the Landlady.
"Dressed nice and warm."
"I-I watched some manga and porn and picked this out..."
I complimented her barabari coat, and she blushed, bowing her head. She wanted to hide her red face, but it only made her scarlet ears stand out more.
"I'll go change then~."
The manager, having locked the door again, headed back to the storeroom.
"Who's that...?"
"The convenience store manager."
"I see."
I approached the nodding Landlady and opened her coat. Just as requested, stark naked underneath. Her pale giant tits and hips made me smile contentedly, but she startled and slammed it shut. She glanced around the store—empty shelves, CLOSED sign, locked glass door—and let out a huge sigh of relief. Not satisfied, she even tiptoed to peek toward the storeroom where the manager had gone.
Her terrified meerkat vibe got me half-hard. I reached out again, but she clutched the coat and backed away frantically.
"Um, th-this morning, my husband..."
She was so scared her words were slurring. I considered ripping the coat open anyway, but curiosity won out.
"What about your husband?"
"H-he asked what happened yesterday. Why the room was like that..."
"What'd you tell him?"
"Uh, th-that... You took your medicine, your number went up, and you jumped me. Don't you remember messing up the bed like this? That's what I said."
"And what'd he say?"
"He was thrilled. Said he finally found a drug that works. Thought it was a dream, but it was real."
"Ooh, perfect."
"And he said sorry for the dinner invite—sending me off so casually."
"Tell him we were plenty treated well."
"Okay..."
The Landlady nodded. I figured the story was over and went to open her coat for fun—
"And... my number went down..."
"Your number?"
I looked above her head. Sure enough, it had decreased—from 2 to 1.
"Still one left, huh?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Gotta snag some more medicine later."
"Right..."
Mixing in some casual speech, she turned away and muttered.
"But even at 0, you can still use the medicine... maybe a few more..."
"Huh? What was that? Couldn't hear."
"N-nothing! Ah, the manager's back."
I asked her to repeat, but she played it off, turning away. But no paradise in flight, they say. Her flushed, squinty-eyed married face went wide-eyed at the manager emerging from the storeroom in her outfit.
"Oh, your clothes...!"
The demon slave costume we'd bought before. Boldly wearing just that, the manager approached me.
"Master~."
She handed me the collar. The Landlady's jaw dropped.
I took it without a care, and the manager dropped to her knees, acting all cute.
"Master~ Like my outfit~!"
"Wh-what is this...?"
The Landlady stared in disbelief.
"Hngh~."
Meanwhile, the manager nuzzled her face right into my crotch like she was showing off, rubbing and sniffing wildly. Huff huff. Her hot breath made me stroke her head, then shove it down onto my cock. She smiled in bliss.
"Haa... Haaa..."
And beside her, the watching Landlady stared at us with a flushed face.
"Hah, this slut!"
"Master~ Wanna suck your cock~!"
With another woman there, she clung even more shamelessly. I gently pulled her head back from my crotch.
Like training a dog, I suggested:
"Wanna do your signature pose? Been a while."
"You'll give me cock if I do~?"
"Obviously."
Hearing that, she stepped back, positioned herself—hands clasped behind her head, legs spread wide in a squat, tongue lolling out and waving everywhere.
"Cock please~!"
She yelled so loud the Landlady flinched.
"Good girl."
I stroked her cheek, dropped my pants, and laid my cock on her outstretched tongue. In a flash—slurp—she deepthroated it, sucking slurp slurp like it was delicious.
"N-no way...!"
The Landlady gawked in shock. Meanwhile, ignoring her, the manager bobbed deep, swirling her tongue around the glans, smack smack kissing it.
"Hngh... Hngh...!"
The Landlady's breathing grew ragged. She peeked at us, cracked her coat open, slipped a hand inside—and it wriggled toward her pussy.
That's when—
"Hey there~."
"E-eh? M-me?"
The manager slid my cock out long from her mouth and addressed the Landlady.
"You wanna suck master's cock, right~?"
"Eh? Th-that's...!"
"It's all over your face. You're dying for master's cock. Wanna ram it down your throat glub glub."
She tapped my cock on her tongue tap tap tap as she asked. The Landlady's face turned beet red in an instant. Her potato-like cheeks screamed she couldn't hold back anymore. She nodded slowly.
But the manager shook her head.
"But I never share with other women~. Selfish slave, you see~."
"W-wait a sec. Sl-slave?!"
"Yup, slave. Master's cock slave~."
Slurp sluuuurp. Sucking once more, her voice turned icy.
"Wanna eat cock? Prove you're master's slave too. Or show some sincerity."
"S-sincerity... H-how...?"
"How? Fix your pose first."
"P-pose...!"
She hurried closer, studied the manager carefully, then slowly lowered herself. Hands clasped behind her head just like that. Legs spread wide as she squatted down.
"Nice attitude."
The Landlady's face lit up.
"Good. Repeat after me."
"Y-yes!"
"Master!"
"Ma-master!"
"Cock please!"
"Co-cock ple... ase!"
The instant she shouted—smack!
The manager slapped her ass.
"Lower that ass!"
"Ohok!"
"Tongue out too!"
"Ohook! Cock please! Cock pleaseok!"
Tongue flailing wildly, she yelled with gusto. The manager stepped aside and nodded at me.
I stepped forward and dropped my cock onto the Landlady's tongue.
"Hoob! Hoooob!"
She latched on like she'd been starving, sucking smack smack.
Meanwhile, the manager crouched low and—
"Whoa... fuck...!"
—licked and sucked from my balls to the taint below, so tenderly. Slurp slurp. The Landlady buried her face mindlessly in my pubes, sucking from under the glans down the shaft smack smack. Pop pop. Below, the manager slurped my balls and lapped my taint.
The stimulation was dizzying. I nearly blew it right there. What saved me was the collar in my clenched fist—I'd grabbed it trying to hold back.
I yanked the collar hard, stopping the manager's ball-sucking taint-licking. Then halted the squinty-eyed milf's deepthroat.
I glanced outside the convenience store.
"Let's take this to the street."