The Waitress Who Prefers Semen to Milk
The time spent in the alleyway hadn't been long, but the intensity was thick and suffocating. The dead-end alley, and even the various knick-knacks stored by the Early Bird cafe, were drenched in the couple's fluids, leaving the air heavy with a sharp, pungent scent.
Flash!
While Baek Siyoon used his Light of Purification to scrub away the traces, Bell fumbled to put her discarded clothes back on.
'W-what have I... done...'
Her face was burning hot. She felt mortified by the things she had done just moments ago.
'I showed him... such a lewd side of myself...'
The moment the cursed choker had tightened around her neck, a fierce, intense thirst had surged from the depths of her throat. It was a thirst to drink her fill of Baek Siyoon's semen. To quench that craving, she had actively sought out his penis and begged for him to ejaculate.
Of course, it was the influence of the curse, but Bell knew deep down. These actions had stemmed from the desires buried in her own heart.
'Does he think I'm a perverted woman? Is he disappointed in me? Maybe...'
Worries piled upon worries. Just as her body began to tremble with mounting anxiety,
"Bell. Are you alright?"
Baek Siyoon, having finished cleaning the area, crouched down in front of her. His face, looking up at her, was filled with genuine concern.
"Yes? Yes! I-I'm fine!"
She tried to answer bravely so as not to worry him, but after a moment, Bell blushed and asked, "A-about earlier... I was too lewd, wasn't I? You didn't hate it, did you?"
"Not at all. In fact, I was incredibly turned on. That’s why I came inside you so much, Bell."
"Heh, hehe... Really?"
"Yes. Really."
Baek Siyoon stood up again, and this time, looking down at her, he stroked her hair. Then, he showed a different kind of concern.
"Is the curse okay?"
"Yes! I'm really okay now! The thirst is gone!"
When she had drunk Baek Siyoon's semen for the third time, the thirst had vanished, and with it, the lewd impulses. "I think I'll be fine until tomorrow at this rate!" It felt like the satisfaction of skipping dinner after a heavy lunch.
"Still, just in case, come find me if anything happens."
"Y-yes! Thank you!"
The paper Baek Siyoon handed her had his home address written on it. Bell nodded with a flushed face and tucked it carefully into the inside of her pocket.
"I'll head out this way. Bell. See you tomorrow."
Smooch.
Baek Siyoon leaned down, tilted his head, and pressed his lips to hers. Then, with a warm smile and a wave, he left through the alley leading to the other side of the cafe.
"...H-huh?"
Only after a long while did Bell realize what had just happened, and her face turned even redder. For a moment, her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed on the spot.
'Is it okay for me to be this happy?'
That such a cool man, such a magnificent and extraordinary Hero Candidate... would cherish a plain, rustic country girl like her. She thought it was happiness beyond her station, but soon, greed began to swell in her heart.
'...I want to be loved... even more.'
She already knew how. By gathering more information. And by letting more people know just how wonderful a person Baek Siyoon was.
'Let's... do this!'
Fueled with motivation, she headed back to the cafe. And the moment she stepped out of the alley, the gazes of the men sitting in the cafe turned toward her.
"Bell! Where have you been?"
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
Her childhood friends, Tim and Smith, were the first to speak to her. But strangely, Bell could feel a sensation in their gazes that she hadn't noticed before.
'Is this... desire?'
It wasn't just her two friends. The majority of the men looking at her held desire for her.
'Is this... also because of the curse?'
Even from that desire, some unknown energy flowed into her. The more she accepted it, the more she felt a certain power within her growing stronger. Yet, apart from that energy, Bell gained greater confidence from everyone's gaze.
'Siyoon was right. I’m allowed to have confidence.'
Something inside her was fulfilled. Baek Siyoon had been right. Just as he said, she was clearly an attractive person. Otherwise, men wouldn't be looking at her with eyes like these.
'So this is what it feels like.'
Once, she had craved such attention. She had wanted to look beautiful and be a person loved by men, like the pitiful yet beautiful protagonist in a story. 'But not anymore.' While these gazes were satisfying, she no longer craved them. Because what she truly desired was something else.
'More than these many gazes... Siyoon's single gaze makes me happier.'
But amidst the gazes filled with lust, there was one gaze filled with truly pure love.
"Bell. Are you back?"
"Ah, Dad..."
It was her father. As soon as she faced him, her mind became chaotic. 'W-what should I say?' She had told Baek Siyoon confidently that she would explain it herself, but in reality, she couldn't think of any excuse.
However, her father just stroked his daughter's hair and asked, "Bell. Are you happy?"
"Y-yes..."
"Then that's enough."
As Bell nodded shyly, her father nodded as well. Soon, Bell smiled brightly and hugged her father.
"Hehe... I love you too, Dad."
"Me too? Have I already been pushed down the priority list?"
"Geez! You know that's not it!"
With a lighter heart, she returned to her work as a waitress. At the same time, she poured her heart and soul into her work for Baek Siyoon.
"Welcome!"
She greeted a new customer with a bright smile. At that, the customer's face turned red in an instant, and his breathing grew ragged. Bell could tell he held a strong desire for her.
"O-oh, hello. Y-you’re incredibly cute."
The man stammered his compliment, and Bell poked her own cheeks with her fingers and asked, "Really?"
At that, not only the man but the other customers' faces turned even redder. Naturally, their desire grew stronger as well. 'Oh? Right now... I feel like they would answer anything I ask.' Was this feeling accurate? She smiled even more brightly, and without realizing it, tilted her head and asked,
"You're a new customer! You must be an outsider. What do you do for a living?"
It was a somewhat sensitive question, but the customer answered immediately. "O-oh... it's nothing special! I'm just a merchant!"
"A merchant? What do you sell?"
The customer explained in minute detail what goods he sold, how much profit he made, and even what his cost price was.
'It's true!'
She didn't know how it worked, but this also seemed to be an ability stemming from the curse. 'I can be even more helpful to Siyoon!' The information he wanted was about Habak, but he had clearly said that hearing interesting rumors within the village would also be helpful. The thought that she could be loved more by him if she had this ability made her smile naturally.
'...Oh?'
But the moment she smiled, she could feel something else from the men around her. '...Right now, they would believe anything I say.' It felt like they would even do whatever she asked. Bell targeted the merchant who said he was a merchant again. And without knowing it, yet very naturally, she clasped her hands together. She pressed them to her cheek, tilted her head, and asked,
"Sir. By any chance, do you know about the Hero Candidate, Baek Siyoon?"
"Baek Siyoon...? I'm not sure."
It was natural that he didn't know. He was a merchant who had just arrived in the village.
"Let me tell you what kind of person he is..."
Bell told the customer stories about Baek Siyoon. In addition to the stories she knew, she even relayed the virtuous deeds she had heard from other customers... and not only the merchant but quite a few other customers were listening intently to her story.
"He sounds like a truly wonderful person. Wow, to think such a person exists... I must tell my employees later."
The merchant customer was genuinely moved and nodded. After pondering for a moment, he spoke with a determined face. "And... actually, there was an important task I wanted to entrust to a Hero Candidate, and I think I should look for him first."
Then Bell could feel another emotion from those around her. It was jealousy. Especially the jealousy of her childhood friends, Tim and Smith, was very strong.
'Hmph. As if you didn't tease me for having freckles.'
She felt unpleasant at their jealousy for a moment, but Bell recalled what Baek Siyoon had said earlier. 'I didn't hear the exact reason... but he said he was happy when other people picked up trash and did good deeds like him, right?' Bell lightly clenched her two fists, pressed them to her cheeks, and swayed her body.
"Hehe... As expected, people who practice good deeds are really cool."
The reaction was immediate. Just like before, the men who stood up began to pick up trash nearby. Tim and Smith were especially diligent. The two glanced at Bell as if asking how they were doing, but she was no longer looking at them.
'If I do this... I'll get praised even more tomorrow, right?'
Just as she was looking forward to that moment,
A very familiar and annoying voice reached her ears.
"What is this? Why are there so many people?"
Turning her head, she saw that guard, Habak, approaching. He seemed very annoyed that the place he was supposed to patrol was crowded with people. But the moment his gaze, which had been wandering irritably, landed on Bell,
"...Hmm?"
He quickly scanned Bell from head to toe, then grinned.
"Young lady. You changed your clothes?"
It was an incredibly unpleasant gaze, yet Bell's eyes sparkled.
"You're here again! Welcome!"
"Yeah. You take care of your regulars even when it gets busy, huh?"
"Of course! You're working hard again today."
"Ahem! Hard work, my foot."
At Bell's affectionate attitude, Habak's lips twitched. Soon, he ordered the most expensive drink as if to show off, and Bell smiled even more radiantly and said to him,
"I heard from the other guards that you're working really hard."
"...Other guards?"
"Yes! Like suppressing Hero Candidates who cause trouble in the shopping district, or defeating monsters that occasionally approach the village..."
Bell rattled off the miscellaneous heroic tales she had heard yesterday. And as if it were a truly great feat, she said with sparkling eyes,
"You really seem amazing."
At that moment, Bell could feel a small sense of jealousy from Habak. And soon, Habak snorted and said,
"Ha! Those things are nothing! Young lady, I'll tell you what's truly amazing, so listen well."
Habak, who had only ordered coffee and complained about useless things until now, began to tell a very long and elaborate story today. Bell listened intently to his long story and chimed in.
"Wow! You've been through things like that too! Somehow, dangerous things are exciting!"
Habak began to talk even more, thinking that Bell truly found his story interesting, but...
'I'll be able to get more praise from Siyoon!'
She was only thinking about being helpful to Baek Siyoon.
A gambling den late at night.
Bald Maxian, who discovered me approaching from afar, welcomed me very warmly.
"Oh my! Customer! You've arrived? That person from yesterday is waiting for you again!"
It was a smokescreen, just like yesterday. Because the person waiting for me was none other than Maxian himself. He guided me to his office again today. I sat on the sofa naturally, took out some liquor and a glass, and asked,
"You cleaned up the kids on Hebamur's side, right?"
I had taken a quick look on the way in, and some of the gambling den staff I had seen until yesterday were no longer visible. The common denominator among those who disappeared was that they were guys who followed the second-in-command, Hebamur, not the boss, Maxian. In other words, it meant Maxian had ousted Hebamur in a single day and completely seized control of the back alley.
"Did my gift help a little?"
At that question, Maxian bowed his head to me immediately.
"I am sincerely grateful."
It seems he has decided how to treat me. I don't know who I am, but he concluded that since he benefited from me, he should stay on good terms, right?
"And here is the information obtained yesterday. Is it more comfortable for you if I report it?"
"Forget it. I'll read it."
The document envelopes I received were of three types; the contents were all the same, but the recording and organization methods were different. The documents in the first envelope recorded everything that came out of Habak's mouth, even his breathing and coughing. The documents in the second envelope were a summary that removed what was judged unnecessary. The third envelope had the deductions of Maxian and the brains within the organization added to the summarized content.
I only asked him to provide information, but to go this far... He really is a guy with both ability and resourcefulness.
"Keep doing this in the future."
"Yes. Understood."
There is no useful information right now, but if he investigates this thoroughly, something will definitely come up.
"And let's finish the talk we couldn't finish last time today."
"Please, speak."
"Like I said last time, I want to maintain a good relationship with you. Including the organization behind you."
They aren't threatening guys, but they are annoying if you make them enemies. Besides, the stronger the relationship, the more useful benefits I can enjoy. Naturally, I should stay on good terms.
"So... it's a bit awkward to keep taking money from gambling, right?"
"That means..."
"Yeah. I won't win the house's money from now on."
"R-really?"
His expression brightened as much as his head. Kid. You must have had a hard time. From the gambling den's perspective, I must have looked like a thief stealing their money. Even if they wanted to find fault, there was no evidence that I had played any tricks. But they couldn't just let it slide, or they might lose all their money. Yet they couldn't force me out either. I seemed like someone important, and thanks to me, they had solved a troublesome problem. Anyway, as I just said, I have no intention of stealing this guy's money for the sake of our future relationship.
"Instead, it doesn't matter if I participate in games held separately in the rooms, right?"
"Of course."
The place where Mindy first had her defeat-exposure climax was a gambling den room, and the second special room where she was toyed with was also a room. There are quite a few such rooms in this gambling den, and gamblers' own games are held inside them. The gambling den side lends a dealer and takes a commission, and even if I win a lot of money there, it doesn't hit the gambling den. By the way, the place where I was scammed in my previous life was also such a room.
'Well, I won't have much to do.'
From now on, there is no need to have any lingering attachment to gambling. Since my relationship with Maxian has started to become solid, I can earn money in other ways.
"And sell this for me too."
I piled the items I took out of my inventory onto the table.