Oral Cavity, Tonsils, the Crow and Fellatio, the Mouth-Pussy's Crevice
When I came to, I was sitting in the Dureupnamu Pub. A dark bar with every last light switched off, save for the single seat where I sat. The bulb flickered—maybe it was due for a change—and my fatigue-heavy eyelids flickered right along with it.
What did I even come here to do?
Four in the morning. The sun had yet to rise. Sleep pulled at me, but the stress had me so worn out that no amount of tiredness could actually put me under.
"Have a drink."
……….
The madam held out a cocktail glass. She was wearing the black dress I'd seen in Brigitte's past. I didn't ask why she'd been somewhere like that at an hour like this, in an outfit like that. I didn't want to cram any more useless information into my head, so I simply took the cocktail she offered and knocked it back.
Sweet.
It tasted of fruit. Drinks of this breed were more often than not poison beneath the sugar, but tonight I couldn't bring myself to care. I scooped up a fistful of the coffee peanuts that had no business accompanying alcohol, dumped the whole handful into my mouth, and chewed away. My teeth felt like they'd rot clean out of my skull.
"Did something unpleasant happen?"
……….
I had nothing to say, so I dodged the question with silence. It wasn't as if I could tell the madam about Suni.
Sleepy, wound tight, lust backed up with nowhere to go—I just asked for another drink, and as she mixed a fresh one, the madam murmured, low:
"The announcement alarm went off, saying the two of you had cleared the conquest. It's the dead of night, so there was no one else about, but it woke me right up. I was just taking a look around to clear my head…."
…So that was why she'd been outside at that hour. Was it a lie, or the truth? Would there really have been a reason for her to wander the streets in a dress? No—it didn't matter either way. I had no intention of answering, so I simply held my silence.
"It happens from time to time. People come into the shop, drink their fill, and leave without ever saying a word. Whatever it was that happened to you, you're wearing the very same face Master Changki did back then…."
Seeing how I drained my glass, she must have decided I liked it, because she mixed the same thing again. I was just a noob who'd happily chug anything cheap, but bless her, she read me kindly.
"If you'd rather not talk about it, you don't have to. If all you want is to drink, that's fine too. Don't mind me—just enjoy yourself quietly."
……….
I asked with my eyes.
—You're entertaining a woman at four in the morning.
—Am I perhaps intruding?
Whether my heart got through to her or not, she answered breezily.
"Master Changki is the star of our Tower. However much of a degenerate you act, however hard everyone glares at you, we will stand behind you all the same."
A truly madam-worthy line. And because I wanted to answer it, I went and said something I shouldn't have.
"Olivia."
?!
Crash.
At that single word, the glass shattered. It was glass. I peered through bleary eyes to check whether she'd been cut, but thankfully there wasn't a scratch on her.
"You… knew my name?"
"We're comrades, aren't we?"
"Is… that… so…."
Short as it was, that one line seemed to settle it for her; she gathered up the shards one by one and steadied her breathing. I'd merely spoken her name—was there really any reason to be that shaken? Or was there something else behind it? I gave her yet another suspicious look, took on a stress that wasn't really stress, and raised my glass again.
If I gather the guilds through Ian… and bind Suni down, then everything will be settled….
I tipped back another mouthful, and the cocktail vanished in no time. This wasn't how a person was supposed to drink. Even I could tell I was a first-rate cheap-booze guzzler.
"Whew."
By then, the cleanup was finished. The glass had shattered into big, chunky pieces, and they'd been wrapped in newspaper and set aside in a corner.
"The same again? Or shall I choose for you?"
"I'm a booze noob—I wouldn't know. You pick, Madam."
"Of course."
Unlike me—emotionally stewed by dawn—the madam's hands moved with astonishing energy and lightness. Every time a rainbow-colored cocktail slid down my throat, a knot of stress popped and scattered. If anything, I felt drunk on the situation itself: being served in silence, without a single question about what was wrong with me.
Drink… go back to the guild… greet the girls in the morning….
Gulp.
Explain why they fainted… tell them why I conquered the Tower….
Gulp.
What happened in there… about Ian and Miss Lee Soyeon….
Gulp.
And then… the Tower Master… and about Suni, I have to… explain….
……Gulp.
Clink.
I set the glass down and exhaled. The madam's hands stopped; she braced a hand on the bar and swayed on her feet.
Tasty for alcohol, I'd thought—and then the drunkenness crashed over me all at once.
"Let me help you walk."
"I'll… head back to the guild…."
"No. The hour being what it is, rest in my room before you go."
"…Olivia."
"It's quite all right. Given my relationship with Master Changki, there's no problem at all."
What problem, exactly? What kind of relationship did we even have? I went so far as to suspect I was about to be assassinated, but my head was spinning in circles and I had no strength left to resist.
Supported under the madam's arm, I made my way from the basement of the shop up to the first floor, and from the first floor to the second, where she lived.
First time up here.
Olivia's room was far more ordinary than I'd imagined. Roughly a two-room flat—spacious for someone living alone, though cramped for a woman of her standing. Since she was always dressed in mourning black, I'd expected something pitch-dark and gothic, but the color scheme was bright. There was even a pin-up poster hanging on the wall of someone I recognized: Dalgui, the former guild master.
"Watch your step coming in."
"Ugh…."
I waded through the dozens of heels and shoes scattered across the entryway, kicking off my socks as I stepped inside. The coat I'd worn slid to the floor; the madam picked it up, hung it on the rack—and then wrapped her arms around me.
"Are you all right?"
"What the hell did you… feed me…?"
"You looked so down in the dumps, so I added a little lady-killer to it…."
A lady-killer. One of those honeyed cocktails men use when they're out hunting? No wonder it tasted good and packed a punch.
"Still, I didn't pour you anywhere near enough to cause trouble. It seems your fatigue and stress have simply piled up."
Had she truly called me up here thinking nothing of it? Just because it was late, and the guild was a bit of a walk? Well—if she'd meant to kill me or kidnap me, she'd have done it long ago. I decided to simply relax.
"I'll lend you the bed."
"Hate to ask, after all that… but the bathroom first…."
"You did drink quite a lot. It's this way."
I followed her into the bathroom right beside the entrance. I'd figured a bathroom was a bathroom, but this one carried a floral scent.
Nnnnngh~?
I put strength into my wavering legs, braced a hand on the wall, and planted myself dead center over the toilet. I was done with it now, so I turned my head to shut the door—and there stood the madam, right beside me, tall and unmoving.
"…Madam?"
"Yes?"
"Move…."
"It's fine. Go ahead and pee."
Fine, how? Was she out of her mind?
"Madam. Don't mess around. I seriously need to go—…"
"I know. That's exactly why. You're terribly drunk; if you fall, you'll hurt yourself badly. Especially in a bathroom, a fall doesn't end with just a bump…."
Muttering words that made no sense, she reached for my pants. I thrust out a hand to stop her, but she swatted mine away without so much as a blink.
Whoa—!?
Come to think of it, this woman was a fighter under that fragile exterior, wasn't she? Strong enough to clash head-on with the colossal golem Brigitte had unleashed as her final trump card. While I was still shivering at the black aura rising off her slender fingers, my trousers were yanked down—underwear and all—in one clean pull.
"It's all right. Let's pee nice and easy. Ssssssss~"
Am I seeing things right now?
I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I'd drunk myself stupid. But no. This was reality. The madam was kneeling there, pat-pat-patting my cock back and forth, helping me take a piss.
"My, it's thick. Sniff, sniff… and it reeks of man, too. Could it be Miss Brigitte hasn't been draining you?"
"Madam… just a moment… I genuinely cannot process this situation…."
"As you can see, I'm merely assisting with your excretion. I'm a cleaner creature than I look, you see—I'd rather hate for the bathroom to get soiled."
She was speaking faster than usual. I was the one wound tight with tension; she was beaming, delighted.
"So allow me to aim for you. Come now, let's pee together. Ssssssss~"
"Ah…."
—Fuck.
The curse climbed right up my throat, but I forced it back down. I was tired. My vision swam and I had no fight left in me. This had been going on since the date that morning, straight through to dawn. I had no idea why the normally stone-faced woman was acting like this all of a sudden, so I filed it away as a hallucination and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"……♡"
At that, she beamed once more.
Using the madam's shoulder as my prop, I steadied my swaying body and bore down. A snow-white stream drew a smooth arc and pattered down—thankfully not looking quite as filthy as all that.
"You've been holding it in for ages, haven't you? It's all right, so let it all out in one long go… sloooowly……."
"Uuuurrrgh…."
"There you go. There you go."
The snow-white hand that had been swirling a cocktail glass not two minutes ago now scratched at my balls, stroking and fondling them. The dark seam carved down the middle of my sack; the space between every wrinkled ridge. Each time her nails dragged lazily across, my glans gave a violent shudder.
"You poor thing—so heavy like this. You look worn through from holding it all in."
His sex had been interrupted twice today, so backed up he certainly was….
"Hoooooh…."
"…Ngh!"
She breathed onto my glans.
"Hoo, hoo, hooooo…."
As she kneaded my balls slowly, deliberately with her fingers, and blew warm breath over me, I felt like I was going to lose my mind. Her fingers pinched the tip shut so nothing scattered, but my cock was thickening all the same. Naturally, the madam gripping my dick was the first to notice.
"You seem to be having a hard time of it. If it were Miss Seres, perhaps—but has Miss Brigitte truly been doing nothing for you…?"
There was something pointed in her tone. She'd been dropping Brigitte's name for a while now.
…Don't tell me.
"Heh heh."
Looping her fingers around it, the madam drew my cock from root to tip in one long, luxurious stroke. With practiced ease she squeezed out the last drops clinging to my urethra, tidied up after me with a wet wipe—and then, to finish, pressed her lips to it.
Mwah.
"Ngh!?"
However thoroughly she'd wiped it, this was a place dirtied mere moments ago, and yet—my glans, as though it weren't dirty at all—she planted one crisp, satisfying stamp of her lips and….
"To bed with you. While you sleep, I'll take care of everything for you."
"…Take care of what?"
"Who knows~? Whatever could I be taking care of~?"
A lecherous crow dressed in a beauty's skin stuck out her tongue and lured me in.