Chapter 133
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: 30. Chapter 2, Conclusion (2)
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The business was a resounding success.
Though it had required a hefty investment, if things kept rolling smoothly, they could break even within a few years.
And when you factored in the fees from lending the name to the Viola Mercenary Corps, the monthly net profit came out to around five hundred gold coins.
That was more than enough even after covering all the employment and operational costs. ...In short, the mercenary corps finally had some real substance to it.
Of course, it wasn't time to let their guard down. They were barely at the point of nibbling on the top ten corps' toenails. To be recognized as a mid-tier outfit, the business scale needed to grow at least three or four times bigger.
Still, compared to the early days, it was a monumental leap. Back then, they couldn't even eat if they weren't out on jobs.
On top of that, the Allen Mercenary Corps had finally escaped the rundown roadside office and moved into the guild house. Sure, it was the top floor in the boonies geographically, but getting in at all was something.
However, changing office locations didn't magically alter their routines. Daily life ground on like a hamster wheel, same as always.
Allen dove deep into the business but never neglected managing his crew. Truth be told, the mercenaries were the heart of the operation.
Of course, "managing" didn't mean it took a ton of effort. Most mercs handled themselves just fine if left alone.
But you couldn't treat every single one the same. ...From the leader's perspective, pay grade dictated treatment, plain and simple.
Treating your members like caught fish was a huge mistake. They could bolt anytime, which meant constant upkeep was essential. Especially A-rank elites—they practically were the corps. Just look at the Allen Mercenary Corps: if the Blind Saintess and the Tit-Sucking Gum Swordswoman up and left, it'd be game over.
So, keeping them required the leader's steady attention.
Thus, Allen clocked into the inn room again this evening, diligently tending to his "friendship" with Natasha. After all, maintaining that bond was just an extension of business.
Not like using it wore it out anyway—!
"Allleeen...?"
The moment he stepped in, Natasha shed her noble swordswoman guise and transformed into a bitch in heat craving friendship.
Especially after that trip north, where she'd picked up all sorts of new tricks she was eager to try. But against his monstrous slab of meat, her amateur moves were just pathetic flailing.
Allen was pondering how to mercilessly pound her tiny slit today when she suddenly spread her legs wide open.
"Tonight... could I maybe... service you...?"
"Service?"
"Y'know... your cock... service it...?"
Even stripped bare with nothing left to hide, the words "cock service" made her blush.
"Where'd you pick up that phrase?"
"......Don't... ask...?"
The sight of a naked swordswoman shyly fondling his veiny, dark-red monster cock was more than enough to get Allen fired up.
Cock service, huh—.
The leader grew curious just how depraved this genius swordswoman—endorsed by the Sword Emperor himself—could get.
"Sure. Give it a go."
Natasha bit her lower lip with a shy smile, slid down slowly, and greeted his cock with her eyes. She locked gazes with Allen once more, pursed her lips, and planted a tender kiss on her beloved leader's friendship rod. ...Like announcing the start of cock service.
Then she parted her small mouth and slowly engulfed the monster's head. Her tongue slipped under the foreskin to savor the intense masculine flavor for the first time.
—!
It sent a jolt through her entire body. Leader Allen's cock taste wasn't gross at all. ...To her, who'd choked down that devil-plague sludge porridge, this was—slight exaggeration—a staple she could live on.
*Slurp slurp slurp suck.*
Like sucking a lollipop, the Tit-Sucking Gum Swordswoman lost herself in the salty tang of her leader, lavishing his cock with her mouth and tongue in lewd abandon. She peeled back the skin with her lips and went wild sucking the flushed pink glans.
Allen felt none of the clumsy shyness from Elena's early days. This had to be her first time sucking dick... yet the genius swordswoman was a prodigy at cock service too.
Using her soft tongue and plush inner cheeks to brush his cock like a toothbrush at an angle, *slurp slurp*, she was already glazed over with arousal, eyes unfocused.
Once the sucking warmed up, she started taking it deeper, inch by inch. Guess she'd learned that was true cock service.
Stuffing that tiny mouth with cock was insanely hot. Precum drooled from her nose and mouth, tears welling up—her face a wrecked mess already.
But even geniuses couldn't defy physical limits easily. No telling how deep she'd go eventually, but half his length was her current max.
"*Gaaah—.*"
The cock pulled free from her throat with a pop, slathered in her thick saliva. She panted like it'd sinned, hurriedly licking it clean. ...Once her breath steadied, back into her mouth-pussy it went—.
She used her mouth like a literal pussy. Allen's massive rod ravaged her tight throat without mercy.
But that stimulation alone wouldn't make him cum, so he grabbed the back of her bobbing head and yanked his cock out.
"*Hek hek hek.*"
Panting like a dog on a summer day, tongue lolling, she looked up at him with hazy eyes.
Already maxed out on arousal, Allen flipped her over onto all fours and slammed his saliva-slick friendship cock into her dripping slutty slit.
"*Hnnnngaaaah——.*"
Since their first friendship fuck, Natasha's bald pussy had been regularly reshaped—it now swallowed nearly all of Allen's cock.
Her sticky hole clenched like a vice, molding to his shape, slowly remolding even now.
He gripped her hips in that ass-up cat pose and pounded until her plump cheeks bruised, wrenching death-rattling moans from her.
"*Hah, haang, thah, ahng, ang, ngh, ahng, haang—.*"
When Allen's thumb teased her pink anal wrinkles, her gasps grew louder.
No fancy technique in his pounding—just shallow thrusts mixed with deep ones now and then.
Then, as her walls clamped down hard, he ramped up for the final sprint to climax.
*Smack smack smack smack.*
*Ang ang ang ang.*
Flesh slapping and her shrill moans blended in harmony.
Allen shook his hips furiously until the urge hit, then pulled out and spun to her face. He shoved his throbbing cock against her lips, and her mouth eagerly parted.
The Tit-Sucking Gum Swordswoman shuddered in orgasmic spasms from her ass while gulping down Allen's thick seed. That potent male musk flooded her mouth instantly.
Instinctively sucking like a baby on a nipple, she milked the last drops from his urethra.
To keep from spilling, she nursed it greedily, cheeks puffed with cum, nostrils flaring as she heaved for breath.
Her unfocused eyes stared at him, brimming with affection—like she'd welcome any act he desired.
The leader panted softly, grinning as he stroked her hair gently.
"Ah—show me."
Flopped prone, Natasha lifted her head and cautiously opened wide, displaying the pooled cum in her mouth.
And his follow-up request.
"Wanna swallow?"
Gladly—.
Without hesitation, the Tit-Sucking Gum Swordswoman closed her mouth and gulped it down her throat. Unsolicited, she opened again to show her empty mouth. *Mission accomplished*, as if to say... .
"Good girl. That's my Natasha."
She beamed dopily, then crawled forward to nuzzle his limp cock with lips and tongue, like comforting it.
Allen glanced out the window. The sunset sky had gone pitch black.
"Alright, that's enough for tonight."
He patted her plump ass and stood. She looked wistful but didn't beg for more.
"Thank you... as always."
This was purely a nominal friendship exchange, so polite Natasha never skipped thanking him for his efforts.
"Thanks? Between us?"
Those words—"between us"—hit just right... .
They cleaned up and left separately—Natasha first, then Allen.
But instead of heading to the third floor, Allen slipped into another second-floor room. ...Without being spotted.
"Leader...!"
There waited the Red Panty Mage in nothing but slutty lingerie, pining for her leader.
They collided immediately, trading sloppy, obscene kisses.
His cock, freshly serviced by the Tit-Sucking Gum Swordswoman, now plunged into the Red Panty Mage's eager mouth. Starved for it, she savored it with filthy lust.
And the intense fucking that followed—.
...Allen sensed his communal cock had real talent for pussy maintenance.