The bank.
I had finally reached the point where I could deposit money in a bank.
This was actually a huge deal.
You needed proper identification and status before they would even let you open an account.
After I was officially appointed to a guild position, approval finally came through.
I deposited 250 gold coins.
"That's the profit from all four stores combined…"
It was incredible.
But this money would disappear again once the next two stores opened.
I couldn't waste any of it.
If it got stolen here, I'd be in real trouble.
Being allowed to use the bank was a lifesaver.
Zoil Affair—better known as Fair-san.
The beautiful cross-dressing woman I had put in charge of the bar.
She said she had something to discuss, so I went over.
"I want new products."
"Hmm, what kind of things would fit the atmosphere?"
She wanted to serve food that matched the bar's elegant vibe.
What kind of food do you even serve in a bar?
Cheese?
Edamame felt wrong.
Not that edamame even existed in this world.
Bar food…
Come to think of it, I had never actually been to a bar before!
While nodding thoughtfully, I realized:
"The kitchen here isn't very big… proper cooking would be difficult."
I had considered serving soba here too, but…
"Soba… hmm."
I wanted to try, of course, but something simpler, something that could be prepared in advance.
"Ah."
I had an idea.
"Potato chips."
Crispy, salty, dry snacks that could be made ahead and served instantly.
Perfect for a bar.
The problem was whether potatoes existed here.
They did.
There was something similar to a potato.
It just wasn't very tasty—slightly bitter.
But that bitterness could be masked.
"If we fry them and season heavily with salt, it becomes edible."
It would be very salty, though.
The strong saltiness was too overpowering to pair with soba.
But as a standalone bar snack, or sliced thin like chips, it should work.
"Let's try it out. I'll experiment."
"How about this?"
"This one tastes better."
The potato chip plan failed.
Freshly fried they were good, but they quickly went limp and soggy.
Basically, they were just sad potato fries.
Instead, I tried the burdock-like root fries I had experimented with before. Customers had rejected them earlier, but…
"These stay delicious even after time passes."
"Yeah, let's go with these."
The flavor held up nicely.
"Salty things should be popular."
"Oh, then how about pickles?"
Pickles in a bar? I thought, but…
"They're tasty, right? Let's try putting them out."
"Then soba too."
"Please teach me how to make it next time."
"Of course!"
I was genuinely happy.
Roiza had already learned, and now Fair-san made three.
Uorld Alips-san said he would learn too.
Today I spent the whole day at Fair-san's shop.
I had barely visited since it opened.
It was a women-only establishment (like Roiza's shop), and the space was small, so…
"The atmosphere is really nice."
The only downside was the limited space.
The twenty or so seats filled up almost immediately.
Fair-san's bar opened early and closed before it got too late at night.
The target customers were noble ladies and wealthy wives.
In this world, high-status women had quite a bit of freedom to spend money.
Everyone was dressed in glittering clothes and looked like they were enjoying themselves.
But they didn't raise their voices.
Fair-san moved gracefully between tables, taking orders and chatting softly.
"This shop would be perfect if not for the lines."
The lines were the real problem.
Still, moving to a bigger location would change both capacity and atmosphere.
"This shop can only be run by Fair-san."
After all, it had been built exactly according to her wishes and requests.
Night fell.
I had planned to head home after staying at the shop all day, but…
"I still have more to discuss."
Fair-san stopped me.
It was about purchasing supplies and other details.
We talked for so long that the magical lights had already dimmed.
"Please stay here tonight."
"I'll take you up on that."
Even though public safety was relatively good, wandering around at night without lights was still dangerous in this world.
You couldn't complain if you got killed.
I went up to the second floor, but then remembered—
"Ah, right. This shop only has…"
One room.
"Fufufu♡"
Fair-san gave a slightly mischievous laugh.
"Shall we play again?"
"Fair-san, that wig really suits you."
"I'm glad♡"
She changed into a frilly dress and put on the long-haired wig.
"Seeing you like this, you really look like a perfect beauty. The short hair is nice too, but…"
"Aahn♡ It's fine♡ Just once in a while like this♡"
She rubbed her cheek against my cock.
"Today, I don't want it just on me♡ I want you to cover the entire room with your cum♡ I want this whole room to reek of semen♡"
"Fair-san, you're such a pervert."
"Yes♡ I'm a huge pervert♡"
Where had the usual cool beauty gone?
But that gap was exactly what made her irresistible.
"I even prepared a mirror."
"Yes♡ I want to watch myself get covered and dirtied♡"
The usual dashing cross-dressing beauty loved dressing up cute and getting drenched in thick, sticky cum.
Yeah.
"You're so cute, so I won't hold back."
"Cover me♡ My face too♡"
First load.
"Aaahn♡"
I painted her beautiful face.
"Hehe. It stinks♡ I love the smell of dirty cum♡"
She smeared it all over her cheeks, then checked herself in the mirror.
"More♡ Give me more♡"
I didn't stop. My cock was rock-hard again in seconds, throbbing with the need to mark every inch of this elegant room—and especially the elegant beauty in it.
"Open your mouth wide, Fair-san. I want to see that pretty tongue coated."
She obeyed instantly, sticking her tongue out like an eager slut. I slapped my heavy cock against her cheek—once, twice, the wet smack echoing—then aimed and unleashed a thick, ropey blast straight across her face. The first spurt hit her forehead, dripping down over her eyes. The second painted her nose and lips. She moaned loudly, the sound vibrating through her chest as she rubbed the warm semen into her skin like expensive lotion.
"More… please, Master… I need it thicker… hotter…"
I grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her eyes fluttering with lust. "You're such a filthy whore under that pretty dress, aren't you? Beg properly."
"Please… cover your perverted Fair-san in thick cum… make me reek like a cheap brothel whore… I want the smell to linger for days…"
That did it. I stroked myself faster, slapping her tits hard through the dress until the fabric stuck wetly to her nipples. Another massive load erupted—six, seven powerful spurts that drenched her wig, her neck, and the tops of her breasts. Cum slid down in heavy rivulets, soaking the frilly neckline.
She was panting now, fingers already dipping between her legs, scooping my seed and pushing it inside her pussy. "It's so hot… so sticky… I'm cumming just from being painted…"
I wasn't done. I pushed her onto her back on the bed, straddling her chest. "Keep your eyes open. Watch every drop."
Slap—my palm cracked across her cum-smeared cheek, leaving a red mark under the white. She cried out in pleasure, hips bucking. I aimed again, this time targeting her open mouth. The load was even bigger, flooding her tongue until it overflowed and spilled down her chin in thick strings. She gargled it noisily, then swallowed with an obscene gulp, only to beg for more.
"Choke me while you do it… please… make me feel owned…"
My hand tightened around her slender neck again, thumb pressing into her windpipe as I jerked off furiously over her face. Her eyes watered, but she smiled through the mess, tongue lolling out. Load after load followed—twelve, thirteen, fourteen—each one harder than the last. Cum coated her eyelashes, glued her wig strands together, dripped from her ears. The dress was ruined, translucent where the semen had soaked through, clinging to every curve of her body.
"Smell it… sniff your own degradation," I growled, shoving two cum-drenched fingers into her mouth while I continued stroking. She sucked greedily, moaning around them, her free hand frantically rubbing her clit with more of my seed.
"Ahh… it's everywhere… the room smells like your balls… I love it… I'm such a dirty cum-rag…"
I stood up, cock still pulsing, and walked around the small room, deliberately shooting the next ropes onto the pillows, the headboard, even the small table where she kept her makeup. The heavy scent filled the air, thick and musky, making her whimper with fresh arousal.
"Get on all fours. Present that ass."
She scrambled into position, dress hiked up, no panties underneath. I slapped her ass hard—left cheek, right cheek—leaving bright red handprints. Then I pressed the head of my cock against her puckered hole, not entering, just teasing while I jerked the next load onto her back and asscheeks.
"Feel that? That's what a real man's cum feels like when it claims you."
She pushed back desperately. "Fuck my ass too… fill every hole… but don't stop covering me… I want to drown in it…"
I obliged, slamming into her tight ass in one rough thrust while my hand kept pumping. The impact made her scream, body shaking. I choked her from behind, pulling her hair like reins, pounding deep while ropes of cum continued to spray across her shoulders and the sheets.
"Take it, you cross-dressing cumslut. This is what you wanted—your fancy bar reeking of my seed so every noble lady who comes in tomorrow will smell it on you."
"Yes… yes… I'm your cum-dump… choke me harder… slap my face while you breed my ass…"
I did exactly that—pulling out only to flip her over, slap her cum-covered tits until they jiggled and turned red, then drive back into her ass while my free hand wrapped around her throat again. Her pussy clenched visibly, untouched but dripping, as another orgasm ripped through her. I pulled out at the last second and painted her belly and thighs, the thick white contrasting beautifully against her flushed skin.
Fifteen loads. Sixteen. Seventeen.
By now the entire bed was a slick, sticky mess. The mirror across the room reflected a beautiful, ruined woman—face unrecognizable under layers of semen, dress plastered to her body, hair matted, eyes glazed with pure ecstasy.
She was fingering herself again, three fingers deep, using my cum as lube, moaning brokenly. "I can't stop… every time I smell it I cum again… Master, please… one more on my tongue while you choke me…"
I straddled her face, cock sliding between her cum-slick lips. One hand around her throat, the other slapping her cheek lightly but firmly with each thrust. I face-fucked her roughly, balls slapping her chin, until the final, biggest load of the night exploded straight down her throat. She gagged, swallowed, then pulled back just enough for the overflow to coat her lips and chin again.
We collapsed together, the room heavy with the unmistakable scent of sex and semen. Fair-san—still in her wig and ruined dress—curled against me, idly smearing more cum across her breasts like perfume.
"Tomorrow… the customers might notice the smell…" she whispered dreamily.
"Good. Let them wonder what their elegant bartender does at night."
She giggled, already half-asleep in the filthy bed.
"…I'm supposed to sleep on this cum-soaked bed…?"
But as I lay there, feeling her sticky, warm body pressed against mine, I couldn't bring myself to complain.
Fair-san was smiling, utterly satisfied, reeking of me from head to toe.
And that made it all worth it.!