3. Mushroom Soup
3. Mushroom Soup
"Huh?"
At the message that suddenly appeared, Sofia couldn't hide her embarrassment.
'No way...'
She unconsciously imagined a grim future.
A very, very terrible future where the Sensory Blocking suddenly released.
'No. I don't want to moan 'ogo gogok-' and fall into female corruption...!'
Pusyusyusyusyut-!
With just a slight worry and stimulation, her pussy vigorously sprayed female juices.
Because some semen was mixed, the murky, sticky pussy juice flowed down her thighs in a stream.
"Eek!"
It was a usual bodily reaction, but perhaps because of the message just now, Sofia was especially startled.
Just as she was trembling her hands at the pleasure she would feel next.
Hans, seeing Sofia's reaction, let out a snicker, looking satisfied.
"Hehe, still, you react honestly at the end!"
"...Eh?"
Listening to Hans's nonsense, she realized her mind was still intact.
'Phew, that's a relief...'
Fortunately, the misfortune of the Sensory Blocking being released did not happen.
She barely calmed her startled heart, but Sofia felt somehow uneasy.
'What was that message earlier? And 1,000 people? Hmm, was I really that promiscuous...?'
It's an achievement that even adventurers who are dragged to goblin villages and contribute to the creation of baby goblins every month couldn't achieve.
Sofia, who was a man in her original body, had more female orgasms than any other woman.
Around the time she was pondering her own abilities.
Hans was very excited by the 'first' human-like reaction Sofia had shown.
"Alright, I'll make sure you can't live without my cock. Hehe."
No one could stop Hans, who had gained suspiciously abundant confidence.
He looked at Sofia and smirked slyly.
"Prepare yourself...!"
Watching Hans charge at her again, Sofia muttered inwardly.
'How many hours this time...'
She sighed at the tedious time she would spend again.
3 hours later.
Byureut, byureureut-
Hans, having weakly ejaculated into Sofia's pussy, soon collapsed from exhaustion.
"Shit..."
He simply could not satisfy Sofia.
Because unlike a man's ejaculation, a woman's climax is endless, and moreover, Sofia's 'body' was on a different level from ordinary women.
'Is it over? Still, he held up pretty well.'
Sofia's female pussy could be called a legendary cunt without any damage.
No matter what cock entered, it would instantly turn it flaccid and then squeeze it sticky and tight.
Looking back that most men barely lasted even 1 hour, Hans certainly had stamina. Of course, it might just be that he was boring.
Sofia calmly stood up and looked around.
As if a flood had hit, the bed had long been a wreck.
The old cloth blanket had already soaked up her pussy juice, and she was still spraying plenty of warm pussy juice, causing steam to rise in wisps.
Normally, if she had spilled her pussy juice everywhere to this extent, she should have been dehydrated long ago, but Sofia's body was still fine.
'Sometimes it's amazing.'
Sofia's physical strength was far inferior to ordinary women, but surprisingly, her stamina was excellent.
Having an extremely sensitive pathetic premature-ejaculation pussy, yet having plenty of stamina...
Really, it's like a constitution perfect for tormenting.
'Without the Sensory Blocking, it wouldn't be strange if I had fallen long ago.'
"Let's see, 3 hours plus creampie..."
Sofia naturally searched the pockets of the fallen Hans.
If caught, she would be beaten like a dog and raped, but since she wasn't trying to steal, just checking beforehand, she didn't particularly care.
By calculation, she should be getting 4 silver coins, but...
Taltaltal-
Only 2 copper coins came out.
"Tsk, this bastard."
The money was severely lacking.
Sofia frowned and looked at the fallen Hans with contempt.
'Fucking a prostitute without money?'
No wonder he followed along without haggling after hearing a somewhat expensive price.
Given the nature of the job, this type wasn't unheard of, but most customers honestly paid.
Because as long as she didn't occasionally run into a nuisance asking for credit or something, most men couldn't forget her body and kept coming back.
"Sigh..."
With a sigh, a deflated Sofia picked up the 2 copper coins and then put back on her cheap-looking underwear.
'Won't even cover the cost of underwear.'
After all, there was no way to get money from such a bum, and if she got caught up in unnecessary trouble, she might even be kidnapped and gang-raped.
Since she had plenty of such experiences, Sofia tactfully left the room first.
As she came out into the inn corridor, she immediately regretted.
'I should have at least kicked his dick really hard before leaving.'
Of course, it was just talk; she didn't actually have the guts to do that, so Sofia grumbled and headed to the inn's first floor.
"Sofia...!"
The woman working at the inn counter, upon seeing Sofia, ran over in one step and embraced her.
"Uuuung..."
Bubitbubit-
Sofia, whose face was buried in the huge breasts, deeply regretted that she couldn't feel any sensation at the moment.
With a hint of regret, Sofia slowly pushed her away.
"Isabella eonni, wait... I haven't washed up."
"It's fine, actually I like that you smell strongly of Sofia? Hehe."
'Is that so...? The smell must be quite strong.'
In fact, Sofia was emitting thick female pheromones as if she had taken a full shower in pussy juice.
But Isabella didn't seem to mind, fondling and enjoying Sofia's soft, pliable body.
The Isabella before her was one of the few women who looked at Sofia, a prostitute, without 'prejudice'.
One could say she was a person equipped with a rare mindset in this barbaric medieval era.
Of course, the decisive reason they became close started in a back alley.
At that time, when a thug was threatening and intimidating Isabella, Sofia calmly approached the thug, spread her pussy, and told him to rape her.
The thug, thinking 'what a crazy bitch,' was shocked and ran away, and Isabella repeatedly thanked her, quickly becoming close with Sofia.
Since Isabella's father ran the inn, Sofia often visited here for her.
Jomuljomul-
"Haaa, this is healing..."
"Ugh, eonni...?"
Isabella was squeezing her soft cheeks a little excessively.
When Sofia looked at her with slight bewilderment, Isabella ahem-ed and changed the subject.
"Soo, did the work end well?"
"...Yes."
Actually, she had completely failed, but Sofia hid the problem, thinking Isabella would worry for nothing.
Isabella looked at Sofia lovingly and gently stroked her hair.
"I know you work hard, but it's okay to rest sometimes. Hmm, and if you ever have worries, it's not bad to confide in a reliable older woman..?"
Cecil, not Sofia, was much older than her, so she itched to say something but held back.
'By the way, I thought I was moderating, but was I pushing too hard?'
To those around her, the prostitute 'Sofia' was living by selling her body more than necessary.
Of course, she herself thought she had exercised some restraint.
'About 5 people a day... hmm, theoretically possible, right?'
Before moving to the city, Sofia had handled over 10 men in a single night.
At that time, due to the thorough reporting spirit of some who found it suspicious, she was suddenly suspected of being a humanoid monster and imprisoned, and after that day, she started taking fewer customers.
When Sofia made a face as if she didn't know what was wrong, Isabella felt pity inside.
'How did she end up so broken...'
Isabella often lamented why Sofia, despite having natural beauty, would willingly engage in such vulgar work.
She wanted to tell Sofia to stop right away, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Not because she respected the profession of a prostitute, but for purely personal reasons.
'I don't want to let Sofia go...'
The only time Isabella could talk with Sofia was before and after she received customers.
Since she couldn't see her 'anywhere' else, Isabella didn't want to lose this connection.
Isabella felt complex emotions toward Sofia.
Regret, sympathy, guilt, self-loathing, faint affection, and so on.
Isabella, who always conflicted between debauchery and guilt, had a rather twisted sexual orientation, but she hid it and put on a fresh smile.
"Are you hungry? Today's meal is on the house!"
"...But I'm already full?"
Sofia patted and showed her lower belly, which was bloated with semen.
"......"
"No, it's a joke...!"
When Isabella began to genuinely tear up, a flustered Sofia hurriedly tried to calm her down.
"Here is the cream of mushroom soup you ordered...!"
Isabella, as if having regained her cheerfulness, handed the plate to Sofia with a pleasant smile.
Sofia stared blankly at the soup on the plate.
'I can't even taste it, do I have to eat it?'
It was free anyway, but she felt like she would just be wasting food.
As Sofia hesitated, Isabella approached and spoke in a cool voice.
"Eat."
"Yesss..."
Sofia reluctantly took a spoonful of the cream of mushroom soup and put it in her mouth.
Hureureup-
"How is it, tasty...?"
Isabella looked at Sofia with expectant eyes.
She was thinking about how to fake a taste reaction, but then noticed something strange.
".....Huh?"
The rich, savory flavor unique to cream of mushroom soup lingers subtly on her tongue.
Involuntarily curling her tongue, Sofia tilted her head.
The taste itself was absolutely excellent.
However, the problem was...
'I can taste it...?'
Her sense of taste had returned.