The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess

I took a sip of my tea and set down the newspaper I'd been reading.

Ev came over and placed two contraception magic kits on the counter (my desk).

I patted my knees.

"Ev. Come sit here."

"..."

"Hurry up."

However much Ev might curse me out as a pervert boss in her head, outwardly she stayed meek and obedient as ever. She was homeless, after all — if she got on my bad side and got fired, things would get very difficult for her.

Ev folded her legs neatly together and settled onto my lap.

"What is it, Boss?"

Without a word, I untied the chest strap wrapped around her neck.

Her glossy, SSS-grade female breasts bounced free into view.

"Mmnh?"

I began kneading the bewildered girl's breasts with both hands, full palm, squish and squeeze.

"Why are you suddenly touching my chest..."

Flustered, Ev subtly tried to slip out of my arms, but she was no match for my strength.

[What the hell is with this guy's strength...]

I pulled her in even tighter against my chest.

"Hmm? Why? Can't I touch them? Your chest is so springy, Ev, it feels great to play with. Like when I do this to your nipple."

With my thumb and forefinger, I twisted and squeezed the pert, swollen bud.

Ev's brow furrowed and her chin tilted back before she could stop it.

"Nngh."

"Feels good, doesn't it, Ev?"

She grabbed my hands with a grip as firm as her resolve.

"Boss. This is not okay."

"I know these are the breasts that grew after eating that pendant you gave me. But my breasts are not your toys, sir."

"I would appreciate it if you refrained from using them for personal entertainment."

[You tell him, Ev! Read the room all you like, but this much you have to say!]

I nodded as if thoroughly convinced.

"Then would it be fine to touch them when I'm doing a product review?"

Ev thought for a moment, then scratched her cheek and answered.

"Well. Reviews are work, so I suppose that can't be helped."

"I see."

And I went right back to kneading Ev's breasts with both hands, full and generous.

"...Boss? Didn't we just settle that? If this is some kind of joke, it was hilarious. Ahahaha."

She was desperately managing her expression.

I said, entirely unbothered:

"I'm reviewing them right now. That's why I'm touching them."

Ev's hands froze halfway through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pulling mine away.

"...I'm sorry?"

"The pendant."

"..."

"Your breasts, Ev — the ones that grew from the pendant I gave you. That's what I'm reviewing. I'll write it up today and mail it to the publisher. So this should be fine, right?"

Ev didn't appear to have a comeback.

"Yes. Well."

[Damn it. You corner me with that and of course there's nothing to say.]

I took one of her breasts in hand and began suckling at the pink nipple with slow, deliberate pulls.

"Mnnh."

There was nothing she could do.

Nothing but watch as her pervert of a boss sucked on her nipple.

[This bastard. Why is he so good at this? Ahh... I'm getting turned on. I'm getting hard up. What do I do. So embarrassing.]

Ev's nipple swelled stiff inside my mouth.

Unsatisfied, I flicked the tip rapidly with my tongue. Licklicklicklicklick.

"Ahhn♥ Bossshh."

Ev let out a moan.

"Hm?"

Her face flushed red, she stared toward the shop door.

"A customer might come..."

"It's fine. We barely get any in the mornings anyway."

I circled her other nipple round and round with my fingertip.

[Does he want to show off my chest to a customer or something? Absolutely not. I need to close that door, at the very least.]

Ev spoke up in a hurry.

"Then, Boss, since there's no business in the mornings anyway, how about we only open in the afternoons from today? In the mornings we could do product reviews or organize the shop's stock. It'd be far more efficient."

"Hm. Sure, why not."

She had a point. No reason to keep the doors open when there was nobody around anyway.

"I'll go close the shop door real quick."

Ev wriggled out of my lap.

Her nipples standing at full attention, she darted off toward the door.

Click.

Rattle.

She even pulled the blinds all the way down.

Morning sunlight leaked through the flimsy slats and poured into the shop in diagonal shafts.

In those slanting beams, only the tiny motes of dust drifting through the shop were visible — a strangely dreamlike atmosphere.

Boing, boing.

Her chest swaying with every step, Ev came bouncing back.

I patted my knees. Pat, pat.

Ev sat obediently down on my lap once more.

I filled both hands with her breasts again and said:

"Now then, shall we get you contracepted?"

"Yes."

[Right. This is better than just getting my nipples sucked all morning, I suppose.]

I examined the two contraception magic kits sitting on the desk.

One showed a man and a woman locked in an embrace, a little heart drawn between them, with FOR PARTNERS printed in large letters on the side.

The other showed a woman in a harness wearing a dog collar, taken from behind by a man. He had the leash pulled taut; her eyes had rolled half back, tongue lolling out, with FOR MEAT SLAVES written large beside them.

"Hmm. Partners or meat slave... which one should we go with?"

I studied the two magic kits in dead earnest, alternating my gaze between them.

Having checked out the products herself, Ev glanced sidelong at my face.

[This perverted bastard. What is there to think about? Obviously the Partner one. Am I your meat slave? Well, we're not exactly sex partners either. But a meat slave? Absolutely not!]

I let go of Ev's chest and turned the two boxes this way and that.

"They're both two-week kits, identical on that front. The difference is, this Partner one just handles contraception, but the Meat Slave one gives you a womb tattoo right here on your lower belly. Which would you prefer, Ev?"

Ev picked the Partner kit in an instant.

"Ahaha. I'd say the Partner one is probably better, don't you think? Since I'm not your meat slave, Boss."

She certainly had things to say. Was that so.

"Ev."

"Yes?"

"I know that much. That you're our shop employee and not my meat slave — I'm aware, thank you."

"Ahaha. Then why..."

Ev laughed awkwardly.

I spread the newspaper open.

"Ev. The reason I'm thinking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it over isn't anything like that. Look at this. There are so many defective units of this Partner contraception magic floating around lately that it's been causing a genuine pregnancy epidemic."

Ev checked the paper.

Ev's eyes went wide.

[What? It's actually true? Under 80% is way too dangerous, isn't it?]

As she read the article, I muttered on:

"But there's no contraception method as good as these kits, you know. Condoms — well, you know how it is, Ev — hard to find ones that fit me, and there are times a review simply has to be done bare. And if I pull out instead, well... the inside of you feels far too good, so I always end up wanting to finish inside..."

Ev set the newspaper down.

[Do not slip your true feelings in at the very end, you perverted bastard.]

"So what should we do? Since it's going on your body, Ev, you get to choose. If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility. So ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠don't worry about that part."

And I went back to sucking on Ev's nipple. Slurp, slurp.

Quietly, with her nipple still in my mouth, Ev sank into thought.

[Well... he's not entirely wrong. Condoms that fit that cock of his are hard to find and expensive on top of it. And if we're doing that 'dildo indistinguishable from a real cock' comparison review sitting over there, we'll have to try it bare sooner or later. And in the middle of that he might lose control and finish inside — so relying on the pull-out method isn't sound either. I suppose this really is the only option.]

Ev picked up the Meat Slave Contraception Magic Kit and turned it over in her hands.

She checked the back of the package. Her expression froze solid.

"Hold on a moment, Boss."

I let the nipple pop wetly out of my mouth.

"Hm? What is it?"

"This Meat Slave Contraception Magic Kit. It doesn't just come with the womb tattoo..."

"What else is there?"

"Look here. It says you have to recite the words written here before receiving a creampie, or the effect doesn't activate."

Watching Ev's face the whole time, I said in a clumsy, put-on acting voice:

"Eh? What's this? These vulgar incantations? I've never seen these befo~re~"

Ev glared at me, expressionless.

[Should I kill him? Anyone could tell he knew all along.]

But she immediately moved into expression management, plastering on her workplace smile.

"Ahaha. Boss. This might be a bit difficult, don't you think?"

"Hmm? What's difficult about it? You just have to say these words before taking a creampie, right?"

"I'm sorry — you want ME to say THIS?"

I shrugged.

"It's not for real, so what's the harm?"

"Still..."

"It might be embarrassing if you were actually a meat slave and meant the words, but you're not, are you? You know it's just speech for the sake of the contraception, and so do I. It's not a turn-on at all."

[Ehehe. You perverted bastard. Your cock is so hard right now I can feel every inch of it against my ass.]

"Hmm. Still, though..."

"Besides, Ev, it's only for two weeks. My guess is that in two weeks they'll have the Partner kit properly manufactured again. We'd just be using this until then."

I pinched Ev's nipple hard between my fingers.

"Nngh! Bossshh."

"Answer me."

"...Mmnh."

I pinched the nipple again.

"Answer."

"Ahhn♥ Okay, okay, I got it..."

"Feels ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠good, doesn't it? Your nipples?"

"Nnnh."

Ev struggled to hold back her moans.

"About that pendant I gave you, Ev. Turns out it was quite the expensive piece — I read the instruction manual for the first time last night. Apparently it turns your entire chest into one big erogenous zone?"

"...So that's what it was."

[I knew it (I did not). No wonder it felt like I was losing my mind.]

"And thanks to that — look here, Ev."

I slid my hand into the slit of her uniform.

Ev lowered her head to check, and her face went white with shock.

"Wha...? Why."

The slit of her uniform was soaked clean through, stained a deep, dark color.

"Ev. You got this wet this morning from nothing more than having your nipples sucked for a few minutes."

"No — no, that's... Boss, that's not—"

"Well then, shall we begin?"

I tore open the box of the Meat Slave Contraception Magic Kit.

"Ugh. Honestly. I wanted the Partner one too."

Ev's eyes seemed to be cursing me out with every fiber, but I didn't bother to check.