Volume 4 Chapter 14 Comfort Of New Employees＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hmm, this place is quite stylish. Doesn’t seem like a store from a backwater port town,” he murmured, casting a curious glance around.
The lavatory was unexpectedly refined—spacious, immaculately clean, and softly illuminated by the glow of red demon stones embedded in the walls. The ambiance carried a strange elegance, far removed from the grimy image one might associate with a backwater establishment.
”Unnhh, fuu, unnhh──”
The lighting here matched the rest of the building, but the effort put into decorating this private space was evident. It wasn’t just for show—its unnecessary size and inviting atmosphere suggested it was used for more personal purposes. With windows large enough for entry and exit, and no clutter in sight, one could easily imagine what this room often hosted.
”I see,” he said under his breath, gaze scanning the details. “Someone certainly went to great lengths.”
”Unnh, unch, unnnhhh…chch”
”That’s enough, Mina,” he said, voice calm but firm. “Stand up. Turn around.”
The girl—small-framed, golden-haired, with the unmistakable features of a Beastkin—was kneeling before him. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glistening with effort, and a sheen of determination painted across her tear-wet face. She looked up, her mouth slightly agape as she caught her breath.
He gently caressed her head, fingers stroking over the fine golden strands before helping her to her feet with a light grip beneath her arms. She was featherlight, more so than he expected. It reminded him of the slim figures of women like Adelina—developed, mature, and yet still delicate. Mina, on the other hand, felt like she was crafted only for brief intimacy, not enduring companionship.
”Unnhhh──unnhhh-hee! Did you like Mina’s mouth?” she asked, eyes sparkling mischievously. “It was twitching… so that means you did, right?”
”Yeah, yeah,” he replied dismissively, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Now, turn around. You can do that part yourself.”
Mina’s pout was brief and half-hearted, soon replaced by obedience. With practiced ease, she turned, lifting her skirt and revealing the soft curves beneath. Whether this teasing attitude was part of her act or her real self was unclear—but either way, she fit the job well.
The white fabric rolled up, baring her petite form under the warm lighting. Her delicate skin caught the glow of the red stones, and a faint tremble moved through her shoulders.
”Good. Looks like you’re ready,” he muttered, his voice low, approving.
Her skirt was held in place by her curled tail, and the sight that greeted him was one of prepared eagerness. The subtle moisture, the slight parting of her soft folds—it was clear she’d readied herself before their encounter even began. Whether it was diligence or desire, he chose not to question it. Instead, he simply accepted it with silent praise.
He leaned forward, adjusting his stance.
”Unnnhhhhhh──!”
Her back arched as she pressed herself to the wall, and his movements began—steady, careful, adjusting to the tight fit. She was snug, almost restrictive, but warm and accepting all the same. He remembered the difference in size and eased in, letting the rhythm find itself naturally.
”Hyaaahn! Nyaaah!”
Her voice echoed faintly in the tiled space, a sound that wasn’t unfamiliar to him. Her frame clung tightly around him, reacting with every motion. Judging from her tension and short gasps, she likely hadn’t experienced this depth before.
He paused to let her adjust, his breath heavy against her shoulder.
”Fuu… fuu… funyaa…” she murmured softly.
”So warm,” he whispered against her ear. “You’re doing well.”
”Nya… eh?” she blinked, startled.
Realizing his slip, he gently rubbed her head, offering silent comfort. She stilled, processing, before relaxing once more under his touch. He resumed, each motion met with a soft, rhythmic squeeze from within. The passage, though tight, welcomed him with a warmth that grew wetter with every breath they shared.
”Nnn, fuu, fuu… nyau… nnng”
Time melted into motion, the only sounds in the room being their breaths and the quiet rustling of clothing. She offered herself without resistance, and he moved with purpose—not out of lust alone, but with a strange sense of quiet appreciation. Mina wasn’t the woman he had sought, but she carried her role with such earnestness that he couldn’t help but enjoy her presence.
”Not bad,” he thought to himself. “Not bad at all.”
He wasn’t planning on returning—he’d be departing for the Beast Continent come morning—but in this moment, he chose to let her believe otherwise.
”You’re pretty cute too, you know,” he said casually, eyes still fixed on her swaying tail.
”Nnh, nnh, r-really…? You’re not lying…?” she asked, her voice wavering with hope.
”I’ll call for you again sometime,” he added.
”…I’ll be waiting,” she whispered.
He said nothing more.
His pace quickened, tension building with every thrust. Her delicate form trembled beneath him, but she made no effort to pull away—only braced herself against the wall, tail twitching faintly. Her dress, bunched around her waist, fluttered with every movement.
The tightness, the heat—everything was drawing him closer to the end.
But instinct reminded him of reality.
”I should finish outside,” he thought, frowning slightly. “Can’t take risks.”
And yet, the idea of ending within her stirred something dangerous and primal. Recently, he’d often had to hold back, avoid finishing where his body most desired to. But now…
”Nnyaa, nnyaa, nee! Nn, outside, da, please do it──” she cried, her tone becoming more urgent.
The words were clear, the plea sincere—but the heat in his body made reason waver.
”Sorry, Mina,” he muttered inwardly.
Instead of pulling out, he leaned forward, lifting her legs and pressing deeper, his motions becoming fevered. There was no room for restraint now.
”Nnyaa, ahh, ahh-ahh-AHH!?”
A final thrust—deep and firm.
Her entire frame shuddered.
He held her there, buried, and felt the moment take him over. His body convulsed slightly, then stilled, a deep exhale escaping his lips. Warmth spread slowly, filling the space between them with an unspoken finality.
”FuuNyaa! FuuNyaa──ahh… i-it’s… coming out…”
Mina’s voice was faint, barely a whisper as she clung to the wall, trembling. Her body instinctively responded, her muscles tightening around him, drawing the moment out.
He stayed a little longer, allowing the feeling to settle deeply within him.
Perhaps it was her youthful inexperience, but her delicate warmth embraced him naturally, guiding him gently to a satisfying release. Even after his earlier encounter with Suzette, he still found energy enough for Mina. Any ordinary man would have been exhausted by now, but the strength granted by the ‘Something Loper’ was remarkable.
He withdrew slowly from the young woman, their bodies still connected at the lower half. The sensation of sharing himself with her remained vivid.
Strong, steady pulses continued within her, persistent and unyielding. Although he expected to be spent by now, each wave brought fresh intensity. He found himself admiring the stamina of his own body, especially on a day filled with such moments of intimacy.
”Auuugh, nnuuuh, I said outside! … Ugh, so full…” Mina murmured, her voice soft but strained.
”Bear with it. Come on, lift your hips,” he urged gently.
Her body trembled, her legs weakening beneath her. He steadied her against the wall, encouraging her to remain upright, maintaining their position.
With her lower half still held close, she glanced back hesitantly, as if wanting to say something. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, revealing a vulnerability that seemed almost innocent.
It was the aura of a young woman, naive and uncertain. He had encountered this before; inexperienced girls often gave off this delicate, almost pleading look. Usually, they would cling to him afterward, a gesture he wasn’t fond of. Mina’s role as a ‘sex processor’ made her different, but if this was a deliberate act, she certainly possessed a rare talent. Perhaps she would become quite the enchantress in time.
”Nnh~! Why did you… inside me~? My stomach’s going to get big!” she protested, pouting with a childish innocence.
He chuckled softly. “Oops, sorry, sorry. I just couldn’t resist Mina’s charm. But I’ll be careful next time, I promise.”
”Nnh! You have to control yourself properly since you’re an adult! If you get me pregnant, we’ll have to get married, you know!” she said, looking away, cheeks flushed.
Though embarrassed, her words carried a serious tone—a reminder that responsibility follows such encounters, no matter the partner. Still, he thought it unlikely they would meet again.
”Hey, how about one more round?” he asked with a playful grin.
”Eh? You still want to? Bu-but—” Mina hesitated.
”No go? Aw, come on—” He displayed his still-elevated resolve, and Mina’s eyes widened in surprise.
Though he’d just finished, he remained firm. Seeing this, she cleared her throat nervously.
”It’s just that Mina’s too cute. Can’t settle for just once,” he added, his compliment thinly veiled but effective.
He pressed her gently against the wall, requesting another round. Her confused expression suggested little experience with customers.
”Alright, alright, I give up. But it’s only because Mina’s too cute… It’s a special exception, okay? I won’t forgive you if you don’t pick me next time!” she warned, half-smiling.
’Special,’ likely a term she’d picked up from her work. She leaned back against the wall again, facing forward this time. Her short skirt lifted slightly, revealing her youth and innocence—not fully matured, yet somehow alluring in its rawness.
He gently parted her, noticing that the previous evidence hadn’t fully dissipated—just a small trace remained.
”Sorry, but if we’re going to do this, let’s make it quick,” she said softly, stopping his teasing with a serious tone.
”Huh? What’s wrong?” he asked, puzzled.
”Just put it in already. I’m running out of time. I might get in trouble,” she replied quietly.
It seemed she had a time limit. Though she worked in a gray area—using her presence to attract customers—it appeared she didn’t get as much time as she wished with any individual.
Well, that made sense. Mina was new, after all.
It was no surprise that beauties like Meina and Larana were popular. Women who were willing to share themselves were more convenient for the customers. Most clients probably sought little beyond that. If Mina crossed too many lines, she’d risk offending the seniors.
Her role was to serve just enough to satisfy. If she played her cards right, she might even get chances with Meina and others—an incentive to captivate the clientele.
That’s the reality of such jobs—strict hierarchies and unspoken rules.
No use overthinking what he didn’t fully understand. He lifted her leg and aligned himself carefully. Knowing the welcome warmth, he entered steadily, without hesitation. This time, better prepared, he moved with ease.
”Mmmn—uh, ahh…” she breathed softly.
A brief moment of discomfort passed, then her face blossomed into that of a woman transformed. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded, lips parted—ready to embrace him completely. The expression was mature, hinting at her growing confidence.
She was quite the little vixen after all. He should have approached her like this from the start.
Though she seemed childish, Mina revealed a different side now—experienced and responsive, a woman skilled in her trade. From behind, she was modest, but now, she was like a seasoned companion, knowing exactly how to please.
”Mmm, mmmn, mrrnhh… Ah, Sir Klock…” she moaned softly.
He lifted her leg lightly and began to move with care. Mina responded with gentle sounds of pleasure, her voice deeper, more sultry than before. The high-pitched innocence was gone, replaced by the rich tones of a woman in her prime.
The sensations inside her shifted too. Her embrace grew tighter, welcoming him with waves of warmth that hinted at repeated enjoyment. From the feeling alone, he sensed she was experiencing small waves of delight—far beyond simple satisfaction. Even stubborn Suzette would likely surrender after such a session. Most wouldn’t be able to resist.
”Ah, it feels even better than before. Mina’s good at this and cute too—a wonderful girl,” he murmured.
He had recently noticed it was more satisfying with smaller partners—likely due to smoother movements and greater warmth in a snug space. Mina’s case was a clear example.
”Mmm, it feels so good… Ahh—maybe I’m too easy for you, and you’ll carry me away?” she teased lightly, a shy smile playing on her lips.
The praise seemed to encourage her, and she added something playful. Talking during these moments was a way to heighten excitement.
”I guess so. I’ll carry you out through that window after one more round,” he said with a teasing grin.
”I said no, but… am I really going to be taken away and… kept by you?” she asked, breathless.
”Yeah. I’m staying at a hotel nearby. I’ll take you there and keep you company all night. I’ll hold you close so you can’t run away, and we’ll stay together until morning. Then we’ll leave town together. You won’t be able to return here. You’ll spend your days by my side,” he explained, weaving a classic fantasy.
Her body responded noticeably at the thought of being unable to come back.
”Mmm… Mmm… Oh, that’s troublesome… If that happens, what should I do?” she whispered.
Even if he wasn’t a prince on a white horse, many women harbored secret fantasies about being swept away. Mina’s reaction was telling—she might just have that kind of yearning.
She clung tightly to him, pressing her face to his chest, breathing heavily with soft, uneven sounds.
What had started as a lighthearted joke had stirred something deeper. She’d shifted from leaning against the wall to leaning fully into him, acting shy and vulnerable.
”Klock, sir… Sir Klock… um, you know, Mina…” she began hesitantly.
”—Huh?” he responded, sensing a change.
Suddenly, she lifted her face. Tears shimmered in her eyes, cheeks flushed, a bit of moisture lingering at her lips. She looked like a woman at the height of emotion—her expression spoke volumes, without needing words.
Yet Klock noticed a shadow cross her face—an aura of seriousness that unsettled him. It was the look of someone about to share a troublesome secret, something he had seen often among newcomers.
”Mii was kidnapped by Sir Klock—” she started to say.
”—Excuse me,” came a calm voice just then, as the bathroom door opened quietly.
Notes:
• Mina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Larana – Her white hair contrasts with an aggressive seductress attitude, as she entices with her body and a calculated air, once the gold coins appear.
• Meina – The red-haired cat girl is a hostess who leans in closely, her blushing cheeks indicating her interest, but she plays hard to get.
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