It happened a long, long ago in the past—or was it in the unforeseeable future? Maybe this happened in one of the countless variations of this world which isn't of concern to us; as such, this is a tale of redundancy. And this meaningless tale will interrupt another meaningless tale about a boy who lives a slow, uneventful life in some remote village, for both these tales are headed to their own meaningless conclusions, and one tale of waste will lead to another, following many more tales valued just as little.
To preface this story, let's talk about our protagonist. There was a boy, or rather, he had now grown into a man. From the outside, he was a bar owner with a decently established business raking in enough to retire in peace, but it was far from the only thing he was, for he had a hidden identity.
One ordinary evening, the man lazily rubs away at a mug, preparing for the opening that's to come soon. He looks up at the tidy and well-maintained floorboards and grins at the satisfaction of how far he has come since he bought this place in a less-than-pleasant condition. This bar was all but a hobby to him, but it still was something he had grown attached to, for this was where he got to live an ordinary life.
He returns all his attention back to rubbing the mug with a clean cloth, only to have his attention broken away seconds later. He hears the creaking of the wood, followed by footsteps. Careful, slow steps, as if the person was uncertain whether to follow.
"You are here too early, we aren't open yet," the man speaks, not looking up to see who it was. For he had already decided it was just another dungeon diver too impatient to get knocked out with cheap beer. This was something that happened often enough to make this reaction instinctual.
"Umm, sorry, I heard you were hiring, and umh..." contrary to the expectations of the man, a soft, nervous voice replied—a woman's voice, one he was familiar with.
"Oh, it's you, Mel. You don't have to be this hesitant to visit me. I thought we were close enough to not necessitate this indecisiveness."
"Aha, you are right, Zeth. I am never certain how familiar I can get with you; I have never been this close with a person of the opposite gender."
Yes, you heard it right. The man is Zeth, the protagonist of this story. As for when and where it takes place, that is up to your interpretation, for the Zeth you know certainly didn't own a tavern. Now, getting back to our story.
Zeth looks up to be greeted by the sight of a well-endowed woman. She wore a green dress with her cleavage spilling out, squinted, gentle eyes which always seemed somewhat nervous, and long red hair laid free without any bindings.
Zeth's face lights up with a smile at this sight. "Oh, you want to apply for a waitress position? Wait a second, I will get to you after cleaning this set of utensils. You can sit anywhere you want."
"Oh, okay." The woman, Mel, fidgets a bit, deciding where to sit, and settles on the seat closest to the one Zeth stands at.
Meloise Yearl: she is a woman Zeth tends to often encounter on his way back home at dawn after closing the bar. Zeth admired the earnestness in her, which he believes is a rare virtue, while Mel saw Zeth as someone she could trust. Small talk led to longer talk, and longer talk led to casual meetups until they had become close enough to consider each other friends.
Zeth finishes scrubbing the last fork and walks over to her, rubbing a cloth in his hand to wipe off the water.
"Have you had experience serving customers before?" Zeth asks.
"I don't think so."
"Hmm, my impression of you is someone who isn't very cool at interacting with others."
"Y-you are right, but I want to help in any way I can."
Zeth notices that despite her nervousness and fumbling words, she had an odd resolution in her eyes.
"I have an idea. What if you could become the poster girl of this tavern?"
"Poster girl? What's that?"
"Your job will be to attract customers our way. You are cute and have a generous figure, so you would be an instant hit with the customers."
"Umm, if you think so..." Zeth notices a faint blush spreading across her face.
Following this brief interview, Zeth started making his final preparations before opening the tavern. Mel tried to help him, but she ended up creating more work rather than helping with her clumsiness. Zeth sighs and pats himself on the back for not having let her be a waitress instead, as that would have been a disaster.
As the dusk fades and night arrives, a hustle and bustle could be felt in the tavern, and it only keeps escalating as the night goes on.
Mel is already in her position. Zeth thought it wouldn't be safe for her to be doing it outside, considering the kind of crowd this place gets. So, he instead made her stand near the counter. He figured he would rely on word of mouth to attract more customers as they were taken in by Mel's charm.
And surprisingly—or maybe not so surprisingly—Mel is a huge hit among the rough and rowdy crowd this bar attracts. She had a sex appeal that couldn't be matched by common women or even premium escorts. Her lush red hair and gentle, innocent face, contrasting with her generous bosom and rear, created an odd sense of eroticism from sheer contrast.
While Zeth is away preparing some food that the dungeon divers who make up the usual crowd want with their alcohol, a man approaches the counter, staring at Mel with a perverted look.
The man is about in his 40s, with a wrinkled, bearded face, a poor hairline, and some of the hair on both his face and head having turned white. Due to his occupation, he has a physique you wouldn't generally expect from him. Well, you as the reader wouldn't expect it is what I mean, but in this particular world, and in this particular town where diving into the unendingly descending Laplace's Dungeon is the primary occupation, people like him aren't rare. Even men up to their 60s are seen doing this work due to the fortune it offers.
The man is a regular here and has been on friendly terms with Zeth. He might lack inhibition, but he isn't what one would call a bad person.
"Oyger."
"Huh?"
"That's my name. What's yours?"
"Umm, it's Mel... I was hired as a mascot for this tavern."
"Mascot? Zeth sure has strange ways to run his business."
While he says this, he couldn't keep his eyes off Mel's bosom. Everyone in the room who notices this isn't lost to his intentions, for it couldn't be any more clear.
Mel flinches from his stare. She doesn't have much experience dealing with men, thus ending up flustered. But she recalls that she can't disappoint Zeth, so she takes a deep breath and straightens her posture.
"Sorry, but Mr. Zeth has told me not to interact with others while he isn't present."
"Hmm, is that so?"
But Oyger doesn't turn away his fierce and lustful gaze.
He pulls out and empties a bag of coins and gems onto the counter.
Mel's eyes are dazzled by the sheer fortune that meets her eyes. Mel hadn't seen this much money at once ever, and she wasn't clueless about its worth as well, for it is more than what the tavern earns in a month.
"If you let me knead your breasts, I will let you have this all."
"Huh, um, uh, I am not really in need of money right now, but..."
She remembers once when Zeth talked about his dream to expand the bar and add a high-quality inn and a proper restaurant to its side. He seems to really enjoy this venture of his, and Mel wants to help him achieve it in any way she can. For Mel, who was born an orphan, Zeth ended up as the person who finally gave her the feeling of family. Zeth, as earnest as he was, didn't leave anyone behind, and Mel could feel it. She felt a sense of security that she hadn't before.
"...But I want to help Zeth in any way I can."
The man grins.
He puts his hand on her enormous chest and gives it a light squeeze.
"Kyaa!"
Amused by her reaction, he starts kneading it. She is wearing a green dress which parts in the middle, giving exposure to her sideboob. The man feels something odd and inserts his hand inside her top through the gap, making Mel let out a moan louder than before.
"Hehe, you aren't wearing any underwear. Such a perverted woman you are. Were you trying to seduce us from the beginning, or was it Zeth whom you were trying to seduce with that succubus-like body of yours?"
"Uhmm, that's... kyaa!"
Mel's nipples are squeezed by the man, which by now are clearly hard. He switches his focus to an attack on her prominent nipples, which are very clearly poking through her dress.
Mel feels her knees growing weak as the assault on her weak spots continues. Her pink buds were unnaturally sensitive; they acted as an erogenous zone close in sensitivity to her clit. She can feel a drop of liquid flow down from her crotch.
"No... uhh... anymore and I will..."
This reaction only incites the man further. He wordlessly continued as he paced up his attack on her weak spot, finally giving a pull to her nipples.
What happens next made every penny worth it for the man. Mel reached her limit and let out her love juices flowing out from her crotch in an incredible amount. This was the first time the man had seen someone orgasm solely from stimulating her teat.
But that wasn't the only surprise the day had in store for him. Warm liquid started flowing out of her teat in tandem with her orgasm. This world has some people who are born with a special trait that allows them to lactate without pregnancy. And Mel happens to be one of those. This isn't limited to women only; there have been men as well with feminine builds who were born with this condition. It truly is a world straight from an erogame.
The man had more than made his money's worth; he is going to pleasure himself to this memory till the day he dies. Well, that is coming sooner than you would expect, but that's a tale for later. Later, but not too late.
Mel is rendered a mess after her encounter. She cleans it all up before Zeth arrives. Oyger calls over some of his friends to help with the floor while Mel cleans up her dress. Oyger silently leaves behind a huge tip for Mel aside from the money he promised, and he went out feeling more than satisfied.
They were doing all this out in the open, so today's event isn't quite a secret, and it's just going to escalate as the days go on.
Zeth later comes and could notice what went through with the context clues. He knew it was his ability at work, and seeing Mel wasn't hurt or distressed, he didn't probe her any further for now.
Soon, dawn began to slip in through the dark blanket wrapped over the sky, and the crowd began to dissipate. Zeth let Mel go in early. He had to clean it up a little to make sure there's no stain that dries anywhere. Mel insisted on helping, but Zeth wouldn't have it, and she had to begrudgingly go back alone.
Zeth single-mindedly focused on his work without a single wasted moment and had it all done before morning fully arrived, but his business didn't end there, for he had to attend to a very important guest today.
And as if right on cue, a figure in a black robe arrived—one with a distinguishably short stature.
She pulls down her hoodie to reveal a youthful face in mismatch with her actual age, and pretty jade hair which she lets down with a graceful gesture.
"Eileen... you never give up, do you?"
"How could I, when you haven't yourself?"
And so Zeth, for once again like the thousands of days gone by, proceeded with the same meaningless attempt which he is going to repeat till he is sentenced to execution in a day soon to be.