(The world is going crazy)
The sound and voices of Rinka and her guest, who shared a room, could be heard from the shower room ahead of the door.
It seems that this inn, where the soundproofing between rooms and corridors is solid, didn't feel the need to do so for between the rooms.
"Nuu♡ After letting out that much, but your cock is still so hard ♡♡ I'm getting smashed in the back♡"
A sweet voice immersed in the pleasure of a sex and the viscous sound of water caressed Roa's nerves.
"Ah, umm... Roa-sa ──── Pugyu..."
And what's more irritating than the wasted boobs natural bitch Rinka is this pig writhing under Roa's feet.
The man who runs the general store in this town is called Zorube, and Roa and the others have met him several times to buy all kinds of work-related items.
Roa was impressed when he heard that a middle-aged man with a standard build, or rather a slightly fleshy body, was quite successful in opening his own shop in a single generation, but the respect she had at that time has now disappeared. There are no fragments left.
(Ah, using pigs as a metaphor for insults would discriminate against beastkins...was there a pig beastkin?)
Even if she turn her thoughts in such a rambling direction, the butterfly in her stomach won't go away.
"How did this happen?" Roa recalled the circumstances.
It all started with the documents that Roa each filled out when registering with the union as prostitutes.
It's not uncommon for prostitutes and other adventurers to have their identities unknown, so they don't bother to check their identities, but they still need to disclose the information necessary for customers to buy prostitutes.
Age, gender, race, etc... and one of them is "what kind of play can you do".
After all, there are many different types of sexual activity, and naturally the acceptable range differs from person to person.
Therefore, prostitutes clearly need to show the line between what they can do and what they can't do, and customers nominate prostitutes according to that information.
Roa did not fill out this document except for a few prohibited items, such as "the act should be exposed to those around you" and "the body should remain the same before and after the act".
Roa, who is aware of and accepts her own M-nature to be oppressed, concluded that there would be no problem if it wasn't too much.
In fact, even if she was flogged or forced to perform humiliating acts, Roa would have gladly accepted it if she was given a penis at the end.
That's right, the problem wasn't the "level" of perversion, but the "direction" --- Roa came to realize the vastness of the world in an unpleasant way.
"Ro, Roa-san... I'm going to let it out!"
Roa's consciousness, which was flying to the past to distract herself, was pulled back by an unheard report.
His face, which usually has a gentle smile like that of a merchant, is distorted with joy and has a sloppy expression that arouses physiological disgust.
"Uh..."
Then, without waiting for Roa's reply, the filth that is as thin as water, but smells much worse than others, is sprayed on her legs.
Her favorite knee socks, which have already caught the masochistic male's ejaculation seven times so far, are heavy and sticky, as if they had been playing around on a rainy day.
(Even though it's a dangerous day...)
Roa sighed while staring at her own feet dripping with sticky semen.
When she decided to take turns taking guests on the grounds that she would be in trouble if something happened to all of her, it was out of her good will that she handed over her first day to Lelia and Mei. Not out of shyness.
Roa, who hasn't had a chance to have sex since she broke up with Alphonse, decides to sell herself as a prostitute if she wants to have sex for the first time in a long time (in Roa's sense), and find a way to make herself feel as comfortable as possible. She adjusted it so that their days overlap.
However, when she welcomed him into the room with her womb and egg that was ready to be fertilized, this man start off with nonsense like "I want you to bully me".
If you forget that the other person is a customer and look at her with eyes that look at him like pests, instead of flinching, he starts to smile in ecstasy.
Still, if she was alone, she might have thought that it was her job.
But in the next bed, Rinka was passionately mingling with the manly and energetic guest Roa had envisioned.
She can't say anything about the emptiness of dealing with a masochistic male while listening to Rinka's sweet voice that echoes in the womb.
In an attempt to release the stress, she spit and cursed at him, and stepped on his penis with enough force to keep it from collapsing.
Should I really stomp it?--As Roa thinks while rolling on her feet at the smallest penis she's ever seen, Zorube stares at me with a disgusting smile that is a mixture of servility and lust.
"what?"
"Ah, um, it's about time... I want to see Roa-san's skin..."
Currently, Roa is wearing her usual robe.
Some of them are wearing provocative underwear suitable for prostitutes, but at first they intended to take off their robes in front of the customers and stir up excitement, but because of this man, she lost both the desire and the opportunity to do so, and as a result, her motivation. And continued the act without exposing the skin other than the hands.
Roa is someone who has exposed her naked body to many men. It's not like hse's reluctant to take off her clothes now.
But--
(I don't like it)
Now she’s a prostitute who sells her body for money, and Zorube is a customer.
She doesn't have any reason to refuse, but it irritates her to just obediently respond to his request while continuing to shrug her shoulders.
While Roa was hesitant to put her hands on her clothes out of vague discomfort, she heard voices from the shower room.
It was Marx's request for orgy, and Rinka's request.
(That's unfair. Even I want to have a proper man’s cock instead of such a crude opponent. Is it a breast? Are such big boobs great?)
As she listens to it while striving, a clever idea suddenly comes to her mind.
Roa lifted the corners of her mouth and, unlike the perfunctory movements from earlier, skillfully attacked the man's weak points.
She teases Zorube's meat rod.
She looked down at the customer who was writhing with her sudden change in footwork with eyes like a child who found a use for a broken toy.
"Do you really want to see me naked?"
Zorube's spine rose when Roa smiled like a flower in a complete turn from her previous sullen expression.
Her smile was endlessly beautiful, but it was like a poisonous flower that would infect you if you touched it.
Is it okay to take the bait?--Even though Zorube's face is filled with anxiety, he can't resist the suspicious charm that the young girl in front of him emits.
Zorube nodded while staring at the young elf's blue eyes as if fascinated.
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