The Maple Honey Shop's Pie Is Sweet (1)
Tusma, having returned to the bustling streets, found himself forced to buy another Golden Leaf Pie with his own money this time. The lewd, scorching tryst with Professor Lurua had been deliciously sweet, but it had cost him dearly. Of course, in truth, there was no real loss for Tusma. The money for this pie had come from the allowance he’d received while peeking at Ruriel’s panties. Besides, the scholarship he’d earned during training meant he had plenty of breathing room for living expenses for the time being.
Still, those noble young ladies really do have expensive tastes.
He didn’t feel the slightest pang of regret. If it meant he could fuck Ruriel in return, this was nothing but a sweet deal. Plus, the process of buying this pie had brought him even closer to Professor Lurua. This whole affair had been pure profit.
Thinking along those lines, Tusma waited for his ordered pie to appear. But then—
“Excuse me, are you here on an errand?”
The female clerk from the Maple Honey Shop spoke to him. She had a neatly swept brown ponytail, and her white frilled apron beautifully framed a narrow waist and plump, eye-catching hips. Seeing Tusma dressed like a commoner, she naturally assumed he was running an errand for someone.
“Ah, yes. Well… something like that.”
It wasn’t strictly an errand, but experience had taught him that when a lowly person like himself made a purchase, pretending to be on an errand was far more convenient. Since the other party wouldn’t know the identity of whoever had supposedly sent him, they were less likely to act carelessly toward him.
“Then, to help you complete that errand, could you assist me for a moment? May I ask your status?”
The vibe felt suspicious, but he couldn’t lie, so he answered honestly.
“My name is Tusma Ssex. I attend the Magic Academy. My status is that of a commoner.”
“Ohhh~”
At once, the Maple Honey clerk’s expression shifted into open mockery. Having confirmed his status was beneath her own, she swelled with a sense of superiority.
“I’m Mina Popo. I work here.”
The woman named Mina looked Tusma up and down. Her gaze carried blatant contempt, mixed with a calculating gleam that seemed to weigh his usefulness.
This bitch is planning to use me like a tool. She’s completely underestimating me because I’m a commoner.
Tusma clicked his tongue inwardly, but outwardly he wore a foolish, amiable smile.
“I see, Miss Popo. How exactly can I help you?”
“Perfect timing. I need to fetch some wrapping-paper boxes from the basement storage, but doing it alone means going up and down several times. With a strong, sturdy man like you helping, we could finish in one trip.”
Her tone wasn’t a request—it was an unmistakable command. It dripped with the arrogance of a commoner who believed ordering around someone of even lower status was only natural.
“But I’m a customer…”
“Oh my, since when did commoners count as customers? Hohoho. Anyway, it’ll take a while for your pie to be ready. What’s so difficult about helping out for a few minutes? It would be wise to follow me quietly before I mention to the other customers that you’re a commoner, don’t you think?”
What a devious little whore. Fine. I’ll gladly walk straight into the trap you’ve dug.
Tusma nodded as though he had no choice. Situations like this were all too familiar. Rather, if he could use this chance to be alone with her…
I can test exactly how well the Paint of Corruption works on commoners.
Tusma smirked secretly to himself. When viewed as an experiment, her behavior wasn’t bad at all.
The basement storage Mina led him into was cool and carried a mysterious sweet scent. Tall shelves stretched toward the ceiling, packed with boxes of every kind.
“Those boxes up there. Quite a stack, right?”
The boxes Mina pointed to—five or six of them—were all stamped with the Maple Honey logo. They certainly looked too heavy for a woman to handle alone.
“Could you bring the ladder from that corner?”
“Yes.”
At her words, Tusma silently fetched the old wooden ladder. He naturally assumed he would be the one climbing up to retrieve the boxes.
But Mina spoke as if mocking that very thought.
“What are you waiting for? Hold the ladder steady. It would be trouble if I fell.”
She intended to use Tusma purely as a ladder brace. After all, it was her shop’s merchandise—she couldn’t trust a commoner with it.
Has this woman forgotten she’s wearing a skirt?
Apparently unaware that her short employee skirt left her completely exposed, Mina began climbing the ladder right in front of him without hesitation.
Hah! This is an absolute jackpot!
Tusma cheered inwardly. The sight unfolding before his eyes was magnificent.
Each time Mina climbed another rung, her skirt fluttered dangerously, revealing the soft flesh beneath. And when her hips finally reached his eye level, Tusma swallowed hard.
Plain white cotton panties adorned with tiny floral patterns. They clung precariously to her plump, elastic ass.
“Ugh…! Why is it so tight up here!”
Mina struggled to pull the box from the top shelf. Every time she strained, her hips and pussy tensed and twitched. The motion caused her panties to wedge between her labia, sinking even deeper into her slit.
Ohhh…! Look at that—her panties are getting swallowed whole! What a view!
The camel toe grew sharper by the second. As the fabric disappeared between her lips, it lewdly outlined the shape of her secret valley and the puffy mound above it.
Damn… this is perfect.
Tusma gripped the ladder tightly, savoring the breathtaking sight. Every time Mina squirmed and grunted, her pussy became even more provocative, demanding his gaze.
I want to bury my face right in that camel toe. Those panties must smell incredibly sweet.
Feeling his cock growing heavy and thick between his legs, Tusma studied her wedged panties with even greater focus.
Right then—
“Whoa?! I-it’s coming out!”
With Mina’s strained cry, the stubborn box suddenly slid free. The recoil sent her body lurching backward, balance completely lost.
“Kyaaaaah!”
A terrified scream tore from her throat. The box crashed noisily to the floor while Mina’s body flew off the ladder into open air.
If she falls like this… she’ll die!
In that split second, the fear of death flashed through Mina’s mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, imagining her skull cracking against the hard stone floor.
But the expected impact never came. Instead, something firm yet warm caught her gently, cradling her body.
“…Huh?”
When Mina cautiously opened her eyes, she found herself staring at Tusma’s face. He was holding her in a princess carry. Beneath the storage room’s dim light, his dark eyes gazed down at her with genuine concern.
…What? A mere commoner… why does he look so handsome right now?
His powerful arms, broad chest, and serious expression made Mina’s heart pound wildly. It was unthinkable. Feeling her pulse race for a commoner?
“A prince…”
The whisper slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
Paint of Corruption
Invisible corrupting pigment rises from Tusma’s body and rapidly seeps into Mina. Perfect conditions—physical contact and heightened emotion—accelerate the effect.
“Are you alright, Miss Popo?”
Tusma’s low, quiet voice slid into her ear. It sounded so sweet, so irresistibly sexy, that Mina felt her whole body melting. Her face burned crimson, and a hot surge of heat bloomed from her lower belly.
“Ah… y-yes… Th-thank you…”
Mina stammered, completely forgetting to ask him to put her down. She simply stared at his face in a daze. Her body had already begun to crave him.
“Um… Mr. Tusma.”
“Yes, Miss Popo?”
“Break time at the shop is coming up soon. I’ll have about two hours free. If… if it’s alright with you, I’d like to treat you to something delicious as thanks. Do you have time?”
Her voice was shy, but her eyes burned with open seduction.
Satisfied that the Paint of Corruption was working exactly as planned, Tusma offered a gentle smile.
“It would be an honor, Miss Popo. I’d be delighted to join you.”
Only then did Mina slip from his arms. Face still flushed, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along. The place she led him to was a secret space on the shop’s upper floor—reserved exclusively for staff.
“This is the employee changing room. No one comes here at this hour.”
Mina whispered as she guided him inside. Her breath was feverishly hot, and the hand clutching his trembled faintly.
Inside were a small table and chairs. On one side, various pies provided for the staff were neatly displayed.
“These are the same items we sell downstairs. Staff get to eat them for free. Please, Mr. Tusma, help yourself to as much as you like.”
Mina placed several different pies on a plate and offered it to him.
So this is the pie that drives nobles wild…
Tusma picked up a piece and took a bite. The smooth cream melted on his tongue, the crust was perfectly crisp, and a delicate sweetness spread gently through his mouth. He was genuinely shocked. It was unbelievably delicious. The absurd price suddenly made perfect sense.
“Mmm…! This is truly excellent. Now I understand why the nobles are so obsessed with it.”
As Tusma ate with open admiration, Mina watched him in a trance. The movement of his lips, the bob of his throat—every tiny motion struck her as unbearably erotic.
“I’ll… I’ll get us something to drink.”
Feeling an overwhelming urge to do more for him, Mina stood. But her legs, still enchanted by his presence, tangled beneath her.
“Kyaa!”
With a short cry she tumbled to the floor. By some cruel twist of fate, she landed with her legs spread wide in a perfect M-shape. The plate of pies she’d been holding flew into the air.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
The pie slices traced graceful arcs before landing beautifully across her exposed navel and pristine white panties.