The Popular Waitress Bell (20) Who Prefers Semen to Milk

“And sell these for me, too.”

I piled the items I’d pulled from my inventory onto the table.

“…My god.”

As Maxian inspected one of the items, sweat began to bead on his bald head.

“Th-this… where on earth did you…”

Aside from the occasional spontaneous burst of luck, the most common way I actively use my Luck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is through item enhancement. With the money I earned from the gambling den, I bought up a mountain of items and spent the rest on enhancement costs. Every single item I’d placed on the table was at +15.

‘It’s too much of a hassle to sell them myself.’

For an average player, getting an item to +15 is an incredibly difficult feat. Even in my past life, I only ever had one +15 weapon. If I were seen dumping a pile of such precious items, it would be obvious what would happen. I’d be pestered by all sorts of bottom-feeders.

That’s why I was consigning the sales to this guy.

“Sell them at the black market rate. I’ll give you a 1% commission.”

“U-understood. B-by any chance… would you be interested in us purchasing them immediately…”

“Do whatever you want with that.”

“Thank you!”

Everything on the table was gear obtainable in the beginner village, meaning the level requirements were low. To a high-level player, the high enhancement stats might seem like a waste, but for an NPC, it’s a different story. Unlike players, their growth potential is strictly capped, and they rarely break through those limits. Even Maxian’s subordinates only had an average combat power of around Lv.20. Even if five of them gathered, they couldn’t beat a single guard. But if they were armed with this gear? Two of them could beat a guard to a pulp. Well, that’s just a figure of speech. They wouldn’t go around beating up guards unless they were insane. But it would be very useful for dealing with rival organizations or handling dangerous deals.

“By the way, I’ll be bringing in a lot more of these in the future, so you’d better keep plenty of cash on hand.”

“A-ah, understood.”

Maxian’s attitude toward me became even more fawning. He even snatched up the cup in front of me and bowed at a 90-degree angle while pouring my drink.

“Would you like to stay and play today as well?”

“No. Not today.”

I realized it anew: no matter how healthy your body is, getting some sleep is good. It was already late, so I needed to head back if I wanted to get even a little rest. I left the gambling den, headed straight home, and soon drifted off to sleep.

‘…Huh?’

Something truly absurd happened. My consciousness was awake, but my body was still asleep. In other words, I was in a dream. A lucid dream? I’d never experienced one before.

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Feeling both bewildered and intrigued, I looked around.

‘A cafe?’

The setting was the Early Bird Cafe. But there was no owner, no customers. There wasn’t even a single passerby on the street. There were only two people here: me and Bell.

“…Bell?”

Bell, standing inside the shop, looked different than usual. She was wearing an incredibly revealing outfit. No, could you even call that an outfit? The top, made of strings, had so little fabric that even if she wore it properly, it would barely cover her nipples, and it didn’t even seem to cover her areolas… and she wasn’t even wearing it properly. It was shifted to the side, leaving her nipples completely exposed. The bottom was just as lacking in fabric… and she was wearing black stockings that covered her thighs, paired ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with red high heels. It was an outfit that even prostitutes wouldn’t wear out in public. On top of that, her pupils were heart-shaped, and there was a strange heart-shaped tattoo—a yin-mark—on her lower abdomen.

‘…I guess today’s events left quite an impression.’

It certainly was stimulating. Bell’s greatest traits were her energy and cuteness, but with the Succubus Curse adding a layer of lewdness, she was incredibly arousing. Plus, her mouth and throat, affected by the curse, were truly… extraordinary. I’d been thinking about them even before I fell asleep. Is that why I’m having this dream?

“Sion…♡”

Bell in the dream approached me. With every step she took, fluid dripped from her barely-covered crotch, leaving marks on the floor.

“Please… take this…♡”

She held out both hands. Now that I looked, her fingernails in the dream were painted red. And in her hands was a small, red orb.

“What is that?”

“The men who came to the shop today, almost all of them showed their desires to me. Hehe, but I only have eyes for you, Sion…♡”

Bell’s eyes, looking at me, were burning hot. The heart marks in her pupils were no longer pink; they were turning a deep red.

“But maybe it’s the influence of the curse… my necklace, my body, they absorbed those people’s desires on their own.”

“Absorbed?”

“This orb is the desires I absorbed, condensed into one.”

Something was strange. Even if it was a lucid dream, the sensations were too realistic. “I don’t really know what this is either, but I thought it might be helpful to you… so I brought it.”

I checked the orb in her palm once more. Since I was closer than before, I could see its form better. It wasn’t just a red orb; it was a transparent glass marble filled with a red heart shape. And… I could see something I hadn’t noticed before.

A Heroic-grade elixir? The moment I took the orb, it seeped into my palm.

The item info, the system messages—everything was too realistic. Why is this dream so vivid? No, no matter how I look at it, this doesn’t feel like an ordinary dream.

“Um… was it helpful?”

“Yes, of course. But Bell…”

I tried to ask her about this situation, but Bell didn’t listen. She just looked up at me with burning eyes and pleaded.

“Then please praise me…♡”

Bell lowered her posture. She squatted right there, spreading her legs to reveal her yin-mark. She raised her left arm, pulling her hand back to show off her armpit, and formed a ring with the index finger and thumb of her right hand. She moved it back and forth as if she were stroking my cock. At the same time, she stuck out her tongue and flicked it, as if licking my glans.

“I can’t take it anymore. I’m so thirsty… please give me your semen, Sion…♡”

The moment I faced that temptation, I felt my reason burning away into nothingness. ‘Fuck, I can’t take it.’ I couldn’t think about whether this was a dream or not anymore. All I could think about was tearing into that adorable mouth of hers like a dog.

Slide.

“Please… use me to your heart’s content♡”

As if to fuel my lust even further, Bell climbed onto the table. She lay completely on her back, but since the table wasn’t very wide, she couldn’t rest her head on it. Her neck arched backward, and Bell looked at me upside down, opening her mouth wide.

‘Fuck. I really can’t take it.’

I shoved my cock into Bell’s mouth and rammed it all the way in. ‘Crazy. Fuck. This is so good.’ Bell’s mouth and throat gave me a pleasure that reminded me of a completely different organ, just like I’d experienced during the day. The word mouth-pussy came to mind automatically. I pinched and pulled at Bell’s cutely swollen nipples with both hands while thrusting my hips.

“Slurp… sluuuuurp… gulp♡”

Bell didn’t show any signs of pain; instead, she sucked on my cock in rhythm with my movements. No, it was more than just sucking. Every time my glans entered and exited her throat, she tightened it with all her might. I could feel the will to squeeze every drop of semen out of me in that tightening.

“Nngh♡ Ahh…♡”

Every time I pulled my cock out after thrusting it to the hilt, she shook her head and wiggled her tongue, providing intense stimulation. “Ahhh♡” I was the one moving, and my mind was filled with the desire to ravage her throat… but it felt more like she was ravaging me with it.

‘Doesn’t matter.’

I didn’t care about that. Every time I rammed my cock into her throat, I could see her neck bulging. I took my hands off Bell’s nipples and grabbed her neck with both hands. ‘Ah, fuck. This is insane.’ The pressure became even stronger. Since I wasn’t touching her nipples anymore, Bell began to roll them between her fingers herself, which was incredibly arousing. The way she intentionally blew hot breath onto my balls was also a huge turn-on.

“I’m cumming!”

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

I couldn’t hold it anymore and poured my semen into Bell’s throat. Bell’s throat gulped as she swallowed it, drinking every last drop as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

‘…What did I just do?’

Once I’d finished, my mind cleared up a little. “Bell, I’m sorr…?”

I tried to pull my hips back, but I couldn’t. Bell’s hands, which had been caressing her own nipples until just a moment ago, were gripping my hips and waist. Squeeze. She pulled me in as if to say she wouldn’t let me go. Because of that, I thrust my hips forward again, and her throat bulged as she accepted my cock once more. Only then, as if satisfied, I felt her hot breath on my balls again.

…Right. So this is what you want, huh? My reason melted away once again. I grabbed her neck and thrust my hips in again.

I wasn’t in my right mind, so I don’t remember exactly. But it was probably my fifth ejaculation. I poured another massive amount of semen into Bell’s mouth, and she drank it all down without leaving a drop. She even squeezed my glans with her throat, as if trying to wring out the very last drop remaining in my urethra. After being milked so pleasantly five times, I woke up from the dream and opened my eyes in my own bed, but…

“O-oh, hello…”

As soon as I woke up, I made eye contact with Bell. She was on my bed, wiping my body. To be precise, she was wiping my cock with a warm, damp towel. The bed beneath her was already damp, and… my curly pubic hair was smeared on her cheek. It was evidence that she had been holding my cock in her mouth until just a moment ago.

“So it really wasn’t just a dream.”

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. P-please don’t hate me. I’m sorry…”

Bell started to tear up. No, she actually started crying. It seemed she was worried I might hate her because of the series of events that had just occurred.

“Bell. It’s okay.”

I pulled her into my arms, patted her to soothe her, and heard the full story. “I… while I was sleeping… I was so thirsty… I couldn’t hold it back at all…”

The cause was the curse after all. I thought I’d ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fed her enough semen yesterday, but I guess I was wrong. She had been feeling the thirst for a long time, tried to suppress it, but eventually couldn’t hold it anymore and came all the way to my house.

“Was the way here dangerous?”

“N-no… I was fine. It’s close by.”

This was a fact I hadn’t known: her house wasn’t that far from mine.

“But what was that dream?”

“I-I don’t know for sure, but… I think it’s an ability that stems from the curse…”

“An ability?”

She told me one by one what had happened yesterday. That she could now grasp other customers’ emotions to some extent, that she had absorbed the desire among those emotions, and… that through simple displays of affection, she could obtain the information she wanted and lead most conversations to her advantage.

‘It’s Allure.’

I’d experienced it in the dream, too. The intensity would be different, of course, but hadn’t she been inflicting status effects—Allure—on other customers as well? ‘She really can do everything.’ I’d thought it was just a curse because it was called the Succubus Curse, but at this point, she’d basically gained the abilities of a succubus. ‘…That’s incredibly good.’ No matter how I thought about it, it was amazing. Listening to her, it seemed even Habak had been so allured by Bell that he’d spilled all sorts of information. If things went on like this, wouldn’t I be able to get the information I wanted really quickly?

“Bell. You were a huge help.”

“R-really?”

“Yes. That orb you gave me in the dream was a huge boost to me, too.”

The phenomenon hadn’t ended with the dream. My mental stat had truly increased. ‘I was in need of mental stats, too.’ To handle the Mind Reader’s Curse skillfully, you need a high mental stat. But it’s too wasteful to invest points gained from leveling up. I’d been worried about it, but what if I could keep obtaining Essence of Desire in the future?

“Th-then I’ll keep working hard to collect them for you, Sion!”

“Doesn’t that kind of attention make you uncomfortable?”

“When I think that I’m showing off the beauty you created for me… I feel proud.”

She’s truly admirable. I stroked Bell’s hair again, but she still seemed to have some anxiety left.

“B-but… coming here in the middle of the night… and making you have a dream like that… wasn’t it a nuisance?”

“Not at all.”

I was surprised, sure. But what was bad about it for me? It was incredibly arousing, and it felt great.

“Actually, it was too good.”

“He, hehe…♡”

“Look. Just thinking about that dream made it grow like this.”

“…Ah♡”

Hearts appeared in Bell’s eyes as she confirmed my cock rising again. I touched her cheek softly and asked.

“Bell. Do you want to try doing what we did in the dream for real?”

She answered by lying back on the bed and opening her mouth.