Traveler: Derek Walker 7
I unleashed a mighty stream of piss right on the two dwarves. It was like trampling fresh-fallen snow underfoot last night—pure conquest. An overwhelming sense of domination washed over me. Pokuri and Mislim's posture, discarding all pride for a man's pleasure, was exemplary, a model for others.
Pokuri and Mislim closed their eyes and took my piss straight on. Pokuri didn't avert her gaze at all, and while Mislim grimaced, she didn't turn her head away.
"Kyaha! Mislim! This piss is sweet~!"
"Y-you're gonna drink it!?"
"It's a gracious gift from Cock Master~♥ You should drink it like me!"
Pokuri was a master among masters. She knew exactly how to please a man. She didn't stop at just a golden shower—she took my piss into her mouth. Thanks to the Sweet Flesh Juice branch skill from Yin-Yang Harmony Technique, my piss tasted like sweet juice. Not that I'd ever tried it myself. And I never would.
Pokuri opened her mouth wide, showing off the yellow piss she'd gargled up to the brim. It even smelled like mango. She swished it around with a bubbly gargle, then swallowed it in one gulp. She opened wide again to prove not a drop remained. The way she disposed of my piss without wasting a single drop was insanely erotic.
Any man who doesn't go wild for this is no man at all!
"Cock Master's holy water~! So delicious~♥"
She shouted that while making a tiny heart with her thumbs and index fingers. Her face brimmed with pleasure, clearly enjoying every bit. Well, she wouldn't even dream of such bold play without that innate nature.
"Pokuri... You've thrown away something important as a woman...."
Mislim's curt one-liner. But the moment she was drenched in my piss, she'd already dipped a toe into perversion. She sounded shocked, but she'd gone along with all of Pokuri's requests, revealing her weak-willed side when pushed. The type who falls easily.
"Mislim~! Your turn~♥"
Was she embarrassed to be the only one looking ugly? No, she probably figured dragging Mislim down with her would win more of my favor. Mislim freaked at Pokuri's words, but after I pressed her a few times using her squandered fortune as leverage, she relented with a resigned look and mimicked Pokuri's perverted play. Maybe the sweet mango juice taste of my piss dulled her disgust.
"Glug glug! Gulp~! Ahhn!"
If anything, her bubbly gargle was more enthusiastic than Pokuri's. Mislim was a woman who committed when she did.
"Hehe! Let's offer thanks to Cock Master for this delicious holy water~♥"
Pokuri bowing naked before my cock perfectly recreated the naked dogeza. It was enough to stir any man's sadism, impossible even for an enlightened Buddha in nirvana to resist. Naturally, a guy like me with zero enlightenment got rock-hard, veins bulging, thrilled beyond words. This dwarf knew how to flirt with a man.
"Ahn~♥ Cock Master's perking up with a mighty stretch! To pound our cock-rice pussy holes mercilessly~♪ Hehe! Pokuri's so happy~!"
Pokuri flirted as if my cock were alive, then elbowed Mislim.
"Hey! Bow your head too!"
"Hngh! B-but this far...!"
"Oh come on! You've already done a piss shower and gargle on your face—now you're worried about face? We're this deep; time to recoup our investment."
"Ugh...."
Mislim, ever the gambler, bowed at the mention of principal. Two criminally curvy naked dwarves doing naked dogeza before me. It was killer enough on its own, but the yellow piss splattered on the floor added perversion. Pokuri was even licking up the stray drops. I knew she was no ordinary bitch, but this exceeded imagination. A man-eater in bed.
"Kyahaha! After all this, you'll pick us, right? Give us money, right? Pleeease? Moooney! We've got two tasty pussies~!"
Her vulgar greed shining through the humiliation made her even uglier. Perfect for my tastes. As she begged, she wagged her ass side to side. With Mislim pressed hip-to-hip in dogeza, her ass jiggled too. Watching them abandon all feminine pride to seduce me was a sight. Uploading to Credit.com would blow up with the fetish crowd.
"Mislim. Beg like me."
"M-me too!?"
"Sheesh! You're already shaking your tail with me, ass wiggling while bowing—can't do that much?"
"Hnggh! Sorry, Hegrig. P-please pick me...!"
"Please pick us~♥"
The two dwarves' ultimate move hit dead center. I wanted to keep them at the mansion right away. I swung my cock around as I declared,
"Fine. You're maids at the lord's castle from now on! Who knew I'd find bitches this perfect! Gotta thank Madam for this!"
"As long as we can play pachinko, we're happy~!"
And so I spent a mad night with the two dwarves.
*-*-*
Just placing a talent like Greia made Walker Merchant Company grow day by day. Once trade routes opened to Tarshion Barony north of Coolong Territory, wagons loaded with goods rolled constantly. We dealt in everything: household wares, clothes, food, potions, weapons, ore, paper, timber—you name it, we sold it.
Our ironclad rule was clear: Supply quality goods at low prices. Dominate the market, then jack prices with monopolistic hell. This trade was just the bait.
Thanks to the Balrud Merchant Guild Service Application, no company in Solary World can match Walker Merchant Company's supply power.
←Item→
●Balrud Merchant Guild Service Application (C-grade)
⇒A bundle of service applications. Commission the Balrud Merchant Guild to purchase goods. They can deliver to your desired port. Pay upfront in cash equivalent to the goods' trade value, plus a fee. Their service spans worlds, but inter-world adds Credit fees.
※Witness the merchant's zeal that crosses worlds for profit.
With the Balrud Merchant Guild Service Application, I could procure goods from Solary World. But nothing's free—you pay cash equivalent. Want 100 outfits from reality? Pay reality cash.
The key: I choose the source world. I built a massive trade route between Soul Community World and Solary World. Soul Community mirrors reality's development, perfect for sourcing.
Buy from Soul Community via the application: sugar, salt, spices, clothes, paper, timber, fruit, coffee, booze, etc. Reality's mass production keeps costs low; Solary World's prices are high. Luxury goods yield insane margins.
Trade in Solary, convert gold earnings back to Soul Community cash. No risk laundering mystery gold there like in reality. Later, I'll swallow a mega-corp with Common Sense Alteration Stickers. But Jinglebell Middle School comes first—no rush. Time's on my side.
Buy cheap, sell high—repeat, and money snowballs. A literal money printer, slapping Nasdaq silly. Issue: fees. Applications cost Credits. Big trades drain 10-20k each. Good thing I'd saved.
At least small Credit grinds from uploads balance spending.
The recent dwarf sex vid exploded, giving Credit breathing room. A month's trade would burn it, though. Steady Credit income needed for smooth Solary ops.
From now on, spend Credits wisely.
Not just applications—tons of Credit-sink items exist. Anyway, watching Walker Merchant Company thrive filled my gut with satisfaction.
*-*-*
Reforms to enrich Coolong Territory included legal overhaul. Coolong's laws were riddled with ruler-unfriendly flaws. Local lords proclaim, legislate, and judge—a continental norm, Miles Kingdom included.
But laws aren't wildly varied. Drafting them is tricky; they reflect local culture, so nearby territories align. Mountain ranges or monster plains cause cultural breaks, splintering laws.
Trade suffers. Growing companies need sharp admins. Coolong mirrors adjacent Ernest Territory's system, but taxes differ starkly. Coolong's merciful rates—1-2/10 lower per Lienna—famed it.
Low taxes aren't always best, high neither. But Lienna said Coolong's leniency plus old Count's niceness made taxpayers treat it like a sucker. I'd beaten some bold tax cheats before, thought it fixed—but rates stayed low, collections underwhelming.
Coolong's tax resistance ran deeper than expected. Don't coddle people. Lienna drafted improved collection fitting reality. Reforms demand blood and cash. We needed money.
Her revised plan boiled down to: raise taxes.
"Raising taxes won't be easy."
"Lienna, aren't you this territory's owner? Tax collection's tough?"
"That's governance's hardship. We face scammers scheming against us. They dodge one pair of eyes. Game's unfair from start."
Without modern admin, even assessing assets is hell. They have systems, magitech beats ancient/medieval, but collections still suck. Old Count wasn't just soft—though that was key.
"Raising without justification's toughest. Force works, but grudges snowball to avalanches. They're sly too—forcing extra resources to uncover hidden assets."
"Justification... Territory war was perfect."
Ernest war justified hikes for Coolong. But old Count erred: limited duration. Announced as temporary.
Reason novels paint him noble.
Lienna cursed her unwise husband. To an ambitious woman, he kicked away a gift-wrapped boon. Again: No utopia here. No rice, meat soup, tile roofs, silk robes for peasants. Goal: Enrich Coolong, expand power. Rising prosperity lifts lives incidentally—like scraps from table.
Still, mind public opinion. Unhappy mobs as windmill wheels backfire. For loyal slaves building prosperity, manage sentiment. Botch taxes, stir hornet's nest. Smart Lienna stressed this.
Even reality: Taking's thousandfold harder than giving. Tax hikes/welfare cuts risk political suicide. Human nature's timeless.
"Walker trade income, tax boosts, mithril mine dev, ventures—these seed our development."
"Yes. Your 5-Year Territory Development Plan needs massive funds to break ground. Target: 10,000 platinum this year. Smooth taxes essential."
"You designed most of that plan. No need crediting me."
A thickhead like me can't plot that. Lienna conceived it as noble lady: laws, econ, military, tech—to crown Coolong Miles' heart. Total cost: 50,000 platinum over 5 years. Coolong's annual tax? 250—one twentieth. Insane sum, impossible now. Root overhaul demands it.
Buy reality bulk, trade via Walker, hike taxes, mine dev... Barely scrapes it.
Without cheat Balrud Merchant Guild Service Application, impossible. Lienna's pipe dream—now realized through me.
"Minimized backlash, maximized hikes. Best method after deliberation."
Alert popped:
←Quest→
●Bandit Extermination
⇒Eliminate all 7 massive bandit gangs in Coolong Territory.
"Bandit extermination."
I read it aloud; Lienna looked shocked.
"Impressive. Yes. Boost security via hikes—classic, hits hard. Merchants get indirect deductions. No bandits means no tolls—pure profit."
Lucky to pay protection; conscienceless ones strip and kill. Coolong's keep lines, but to me, all scum same.
"Raise taxes cheap, take credit. Perfect. I'll purge bandits myself!"
"Wonderful. Publicize widely."
Clear quest, crush scum, image boost. Three birds, one stone.