Capítulo 242: Ayaka(Genshin Impact)
Description: Kamisato Ayaka is tasked to investigate the Kanjou, but her first stop has a reasonable explanation for Inazuma's economic troubles: the youth won't stop putting cocogoat butter on their toast! To ensure she can better understand the plight of ordinary citizens, they hook her up with a job at a brothel fronting a bathhouse. Wait, what?
"–Ah." Ayaka made a startled little squeak, one hand flying up to cover her gaping mouth as she stared in wide-eyed surprise at the man who might be her new employer; her first employer, in fact! In all her twenty-something years, she had never done a day of honest labor in her life. She was a child of the Kamisato Clan, after all, closest to the Raiden Shogun; though her clan may have briefly fallen on hard times, they came out of their ordeal all the stronger.
When it came to utensils, Ayaka knew naught but the silver soup-spoon and the gilded chopsticks, a perfect pairing for any Princess worth her salt. That lack of work history, that pampering? That was exactly why she was where she was. She went into her first job interview accordingly, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, polite and courteous yet full of serene optimism for the experience she was about to have. No silver soup spoon, no gilded chopsticks, just the clothes on her back and her own body.
When they told her that she had an interview, that was all they said she would need! And yet, and yet… AND YET. There was no denying the sight before her eyes, so unthinkable and crass to her pampered princess sensibilities that she could only stare in silence at it. Her light-blue eyes were so often reflective of her inner calm, kindness and humility. Unblinking for an extended period of time, however, seemed to peel back another layer of the girl beneath it all, shy and uncertain and completely lacking in street smarts. Slowly, she started to stiffen up, that unsureness leaving her waylaid and adrift.
After all, the sight before her shouldn't have been a surprise. It was more-or-less communicated to her in a way that almost any other woman in Inazuma would have understood implicitly and been prepared for. And yet, and yet… AND YET. Her eyes only widened a bit further as her would-be employer's hand went down to cover the thing; she almost sagged with relief, certain then and there that he had an accident. That he had not, in fact, just stood up and dropped his trousers to reveal his uncomfortably large-looking penis, hanging along his thigh like some weapon secreted away on his person. He hadn't scrambled to apologize or covered himself up right away, though.
That's what Ayaka would have done, but– Ayaka wasn't the kind of girl who was used to seeing other people naked, or being naked around other people. Again, it must be reiterated that almost any other woman in Inazuma would have expected what happened and prepared themselves appropriately. Of the handful that would have walked into this room without fully understanding what they were signed up for? Ayaka was absolutely, positively the only one who would have assumed his hand was going to his penis to cover up, pure as virgin-white snow in the wild, yet unspoiled by the tracks of beast or man.
He wasn't covering up, of course. He was lifting his cock and giving it a stroke, pointing it right at her. Ayaka had caught a few glances of men naked below the waist at onsens, but she'd gotten pretty good at keeping her eyes up and pretending the water was opaque instead of clear. The way he brought it up gave her a better look at what hung beneath his already well-hung penis; wrinkled and hairy and… she trembled. Thrust into an entirely unprecedented situation for herself, she didn't so much as dare to breathe, stiffening up again.
Absolutely none of her etiquette training prepared her for a situation like this, and it certainly wasn't covered in any of the countless books she had read about job interviews. They told her the interview was just going to be a formality, but she wanted to knock it out of the part! She wanted to impress her future boss, no matter how briefly she worked for him. She was a daughter of the Kamisoto clan, after all, and that meant the people of Inazuma deserved her best.
"–Ah." Ayaka squeaked again, just a little higher-pitched than the last. She remained kneeling on her side of the low table, but her would-be employer, on his feet? He took a step forward. Still wearing his outdoor sandals (and the socks he dared to keep on with them), he stepped on the table, careless for how it creaked beneath his weight. Ayaka couldn't take her eyes off him, even though she had to now tick her head back to continue staring. Slowly, his hand ran along himself, as though he were… rubbing it? Trying to cover it? Make it smaller, perhaps? That made sense. It seemed to be swelling up, and that's just what people did when things got swollen: they rubbed it better. Maybe he was trying to sheathe his sword? Polish his spear?
She'd heard the euphemisms before, after all! Ayaka's duties to her clan took precedence over all things in her life, and she had no real interest in romance outside of enjoying romantic ideals, but even she had heard men brag about the size of their blades or other women gossiping about the shafts of their men's spears. It didn't take much to put two and two together, really, except Ayaka was really failing to complete the equation. She should have known that two plus two equals four, and that a cock plus rubbing did not result in it getting smaller.
And it definitely did not get smaller. Her employer-to-be stayed studiously silent, staring down at her. Normally, Ayaka tried to look people in the eye, but the only eye hers was willing to engage with was that of her new boss' one-eyed snake, confused into shocked stillness. Over the course of maybe half a minute, his slow rub became a more blatant stroke, and not even all her innocence could keep the wool over her eyes. The way it grew? Impossible to ignore. For the first half of that half-minute, his hand seemed to encompass his cock. From the second half of that half-minute onward, his cock seemed to dwarf his hand.
It's so… big. How… How is that even possible? It's… I can't even imagine. Not that Ayaka could say anything like that. She was still too unsettled to put her thoughts into words. It wasn't like she was stupid or didn't know some of this stuff already, but– she'd always gotten the impression that men's cocks were smaller, quainter, somewhat in line with the scale of a woman's cunt. Not that she thought of them in such terms, of course. His cock was a penis! A member! And her– every woman's, but hers especially –was a vagina, a delicate flower.
They were the kind of private parts one did not whip out in the middle of a job interview, to the best of her knowledge. For a moment, though, for just a moment, Ayata's shocked-silly brain imagined the what if they are though; with how big it seemed to be, it couldn't have been comfortable to have against his leg all day. She tried to imagine and put herself in his pants (though considering they were off, maybe 'socks and sandals' were more appropriate). Trying to picture what it would feel like to have things dangling between her thighs made her shudder in instinctive revolt, but– she had breasts! Not immense titans compared to some Inazumans, certainly, but she always enjoyed taking off her brasserie at the end of the day. Maybe this was some strange male ritual along those lines.
The little room they were in was silent but for her breathing and his, and… thwack, thwack thwack thwack thwack. There was no ignoring the sound of what he was doing, especially not when it started to get a little bit wet with the addition of whatever was leaking out from the one-eyed snake's slitted eye.
"Well?" the man finally grunted at her, just shy of two minutes into whatever it was he hoped to accomplish. The second he spoke, she blinked and swung her eyes up to his, finally meeting his gaze. "Are you going to get on with it, or are you just going to kneel there and stare at it? It's not just going to fall into your lap, you know," he said, his tone conveying a hint of his deeper annoyance with his would-be employee. Ayaka couldn't help but fluster up on the spot, the red blush creeping up her youthful cheeks and down the graceful column of her neck, making for a comely contrast with her pale skin and paler, white-blue hair.
"Can you please explain to me what you mean by 'are you going to get on with it'? I'm sincerely sorry. I spent a lot of time preparing myself for this, but there was nothing like that in any of the literature I found, so this is very confusing to me and I'm not sure how to proceed," Ayaka said, calm and soft-spoken, clearly enunciating the reasons behind her odd behavior in a way that he was sure to understand. From there, she was sure he'd be able to clear up whatever misunderstanding was at play here and they could get on with the job interview.
… Well, that's what she said in her head, or at least along the lines of what she meant to say. They weren't the right words for her, nor were they the words that actually came out of her mouth. "–Ah," Ayaka just squeaked out for a third time, hapless and helpless and far, far in over her head. Some actual words left her lips right thereafter, though they were far from helpful in achieving her goals. "I… don't– it's– what?" she asked, before he made a strange grunt in the back of his throat that made her squeak once more. Fainter this time, but it made her shudder once more, and made her whisper one more word. Just a little one, yet all the better for conveying her confusion. "What?" Her hand lifted from her mouth, wavering uncertainly in the air.
Chagrin flashed over her prospective employer's face. The sounds coming from the carnal union of his hand and cock came to an abrupt but all-too-brief end as he stepped forward and off the table. It creaked again in relief, dispeling a soft nagging Ayaka felt at her nap, a worry over it breaking beneath him. Except he didn't step back to where he had been kneeling, but instead towards her. He took another long step and settled his feet shoulder-width apart, Ayaka's knelt-upon cushion between them.
One last step put him just a little too close for her comfort. Ayaka already had her head craned back a little bit to stare up at him, but now it went a bit further, tipped back almost as far as she could put it. The long fall of her high-set ponytail touched her skin. Silky hair tickled the smooth skin of her calves, but she didn't notice it despite how that would normally make her squirm. Now his hardened cock was right above her face, its turgidness and nearness to her making its size all the more shockingly blatant to her. If she tried to look up at his face past his shaft, she'd go cross-eyed– but it had seized her attention, completely and utterly. She'd seen diagrams, but–
Still! Nothing like this, nothing so up close and brazen. For some reason, Ayaka expected it to be more like what she had, even though the diagrams made it obvious that wasn't the case. Slowly, she blinked her eyes again, lips parting but only to breathe shallowly, saying not a word. There just… didn't seem to be words for this. Thankfully (or perhaps not), her boss' impatience had hit its limit. He reached down and grabbed her raised hand by the wrist. Ayaka didn't squeak this time; she just breathed in a sharp little gasp and turned her eyes towards it as he dragged her fingers through the air, right to–
Right where she'd been staring prior. "Oh," she heard herself say, the words simply slipping out of her in her continued reeling. His fingers slid up from her wrist to guide her digits, gently making them curl around his skin (warm and far stiffer than she imagined, yet not entirely hard; the skin was certainly soft). Just his hand dwarfed hers; the half-foreigner was well above the average height for an Inazuman man, and she, pure-born, was just below average for a woman, and all-around small for it. "... oh."
Suddenly, Ayaka felt a startlingly clear sense of how tiny and vulnerable she was compared to him. She had spent plenty of time around people who made her look diminutive, but she had always felt safe around them before; even when the civil war was at its worst, she had never felt like she was in any sort of danger. The people loved their White Heron Princess, after all, seeing her kindness and her earnestness and her clearly recioperated love for all of them. This was a weird sort of danger, though– not carried by a fear that he might be violent, but that he might hurt her in some way by accident. He was just so… so big!
And just holding his cock hammered that fact in even further. He closed his fingers around hers entirely, manicured nails painted virgin white, neither tight nor loose but somewhere between the two. When he first dropped his pants and started to touch himself, Ayaka had noticed how his hand held most of it and how that had changed. Even if he was still soft, she wouldn't have been able to claim half as much as he did. "Are you a virgin or something?" he finally grumbled at her, starting to drag her hand along him until she seemed to get the idea of what he wanted her to do.
It wasn't a conscious choice on her part to start stroking him. He led her into it, of course, but Ayaka was the one that kept doing it. It felt– natural. Right? Like the correct thing to do? She very earnestly wanted to impress him, after all, but at the same time– she wasn't stupid. She was naive and innocent, but not completely so; sheltered from the world but taught a bit about this sort of thing, with the expectation that she would one day marry a man for the sake of continuing the clan's proud lineage. It felt right, even though this… couldn't be her job interview, right?
Because this was wrong. All her life, she knew she'd be marrying for the clan: it had been impressed upon her time and time again that she'd only be doing THIS kind of thing for the clan. The unstated implication was 'with her husband', but– this was for the clan. For the Yashiro Commission. The two were synonymous.
"I–" His fingers left hers, and she continued unabated, though she would have preferred to have his hand's guidance. Ayaka stirred, batting her eyelashes and trying to look up past his cock at his face. What do I even say…? The little woman drew a small breath in through her parted lips, feeling the flush across her face far more distinctly now. Of course she was a virgin; she'd only lose her purity when the clan needed her to, which just made all of this so much more confusing than it had to be. She decided to avoid that question entirely, even just answering it for herself, internally.
Instead, she fell back on what she had learned in all her studies. Putting a bit more focus and attention into how she stroked his cock helped Ayaka focus and compose herself, like secretly fidgeting her hands just beneath a table when her nerves got the better of her. "Sorry," she murmured, before her eyes transfixed on the crown of his cock again. The slit there seemed to be the closest thing to an eye she'd be able to meet without going cross-eyed. Every book on job interviews had their own unique list of things to ask when invited to question the interviewer, but some seemed to be tried-and-true variants on each other. "Can you… tell me more about the day-to-day responsibilities of this role, please?"
It was a good question! It showed a genuine interest in learning about the company!
Ayaka didn't see his blink so much as she felt it. "Are you serious?" he asked, without an ounce of humor but plenty of incredulity; she bit her bottom lip lightly and nodded, trying not to let too much shame for her failure to prepare properly sheen through. He grunted, paused. In the short silence that followed, Ayaka's fingers settled into a rhythm as they glided up and down his cock. Thwackthwack, thwack thwack, thwackthwack. It was softer to her ears than when he was stroking himself, but no less distinct. Her hand pumped all the way along his shaft, just like she'd seen him do, even up to the crown, shifting her hold briefly there to feel over its tip with her palm. "Fine," he finally said.
Feeling something damp on her skin, she swallowed, but– she'd seen that. It hadn't stopped him. It didn't stop her. Ayaka wasn't sure if she was supposed to be smearing that dampness along the rest of his cock, but that's what she did, just the tiniest hint of her teeth still buried into the flesh of her bottom lip. "As one of our onsen's spring-side attendants, you'll escort guests through to their assigned pool and ensure that they have everything they need. Drinks, towels, so on and so forth." Ayaka nodded to that; she had seen as much in the advertisement that had been presented to her.
Nothing new. "You'll also take care of various other needs that they might have," he continued, crossing his arms and shifting his hips slightly. Ayaka nodded again to signal that she was following along (another suggestion in all the books). So far, so good. "Whether that need is conversation…" A little nod, the first of several. Conversation made sense! "Or perhaps the company of a pretty young woman…" Nod, nod. "Or even the weight of a giggling little slut on their lap," he continued, and Ayaka nodded, then paused, then–
"–Ah." There she was, squeaking again, but her to-be employer continued unabated, arms leaving their fold almost as soon as they had settled to start counting off them. Her eyes were wide, startled, but her hand? It kept moving, her meager facsimile of poise dependent on it. Slut? That was… such an awful word to use!
He ticked off a fourth finger and then his thumb before starting to count off his other hand. "They might want you to help them 'clean up' in the pre-soak wash or in the pools; either is fine, whatever they might want. Handjobs, blowjobs, whatever. Rimming is pretty popular with some of them, so you'd better not be skittish about that." The onsen's owner paused, launching into a tangent. "Oh– and we charge up front for everything, so if you were hoping to negotiate prices for this-or-that, I'm telling you now that will get you fired. Too many problems with girls abusing that system to skim a little off the top. We'll track your productivity and pay you an appropriate commission, so don't worry."
"–Ah." Helpless and hapless again. Poor Ayaka. Wide-eyed and worried, she nodded her head weakly and just kept on pumping at his cock. Her other hand fretted with the knee-length skirt of her kimono.
"Anyway," he started anew, counting once more. "We are full service. If the guests want to fuck your cunt or your ass in the pools or any public area, that's fine, but if it seems like it's going to get out of hand, you'll be expected to take them to a private room. Massage rooms count for that. The only room that you shouldn't fuck in, period, is the sauna. Had too many girls pass out there, you know." He paused again, jaw tensing then relaxing before he asked, "Are you squeamish about cum? You'll be expecting to let them unload wherever they want, whether that's on some part of your body or in your mouth, cunt or ass."
"No…no?" Ayaka didn't quite squeak out that answer, though it sounded less than certain. She knew some euphemisms and some other things, but cum was a new one to her. "I don't think so–" she started to say, getting the vague sense that perhaps this wasn't a good idea after all; that the clan didn't need this from her, not truly.
Her words trailed off at the feeling of his hands gracing the sides of her head, slipping into her hair. Intimate, familiar, in a way no one had ever touched her save perhaps a maid and her hairdresser. Not quite as intimate as her hand on his cock, but that was her being made to touch him. This was him touching her, without warning. Ayaka blinked and tried to look up at his face, taking her eyes off his cock for but a second, at the worst possible second. She missed the only little warning that something was about to happen– a tiny twitch, then there was something thick, wet and warm slapping against her skin. Not solid, though. The thick liquid splattered against her skin.
Ayaka gasped in shock, but it was a delayed thing, happening a half-second later, as was her instinct to recoil back from him. His fingers curled hard into her hair and kept her rooted to the spot, though, refusing to let her move her head even an inch to avoid the rest of what he had for her. He groaned, a long and low noise of satisfaction. Her hand kept moving, thoughtlessly, her built-up rhythm briefly interrupted. The boss was able to make up for that loss, though, starting to jerk his hips in little thrusts to complement what she was already doing. Another rope struck her before she even really understood what was attacking her, making a long, messy line that ran from one side of her brow, over the bridge of her nose, and to the cheek on the opposite side of her face.
That one made her yelp and squeeze her eyes shut, which was truly for the best; the next one hit her eyelid. Ayaka's lips closed and she whimpered in confusion, though– it didn't feel bad, whatever it was that was happening. Just like every other thing that had happened after he dropped his trousers. It was wrong, but not bad. Another two or three spurts from his cock must have struck her before it slowed. She could hear him breathing hard, still groaning, like some kind of wounded animal. Did I… did I hurt him? Ayaka tried to open her eyes to look up at him, but cum clung to one set of lashes and she got the sense that keeping that one tightly shut was for the best.
The other one opened, though, a second after one of his hands left her hair. "Stop," he growled softly, and her fingers obeyed before she consciously parsed the command; then his digits closed around her wrist and pulled it away. Some of the strange white stuff that had struck her clung to her fingers. "Open your mouth wide, whore." That was a word she'd only heard as an insult before. It didn't feel that bad, either, and after a moment she obeyed that too, opening her small mouth about as wide as she could for him, heart hammering away in her chest. The wrongness made it all… thrilling, somehow.
"That's a good girl." And that right there was a stark contrast to the rest. The praise felt good, and it left her almost (but not quite) feeling proud, straightening her already-straight back a little more. The hand on her head slipped around to its back and pulled her forward. Ayaka leaned into it, letting her open eye begin to close until she startled, realizing what he intended to do. That was definitely really, really really really wrong–
"–Ah." Despite her momentary panic, Ayaka's little squeak of surprise when it happened was soft. She knew right away that her purity had been thrown right out the window, lost the moment that even a little bit of him was technically inside of her body. Once his cock was past her lips, it kept moving forward, a heavy, hot weight against her warm, damp tongue. She let that eye drift shut, the panicked thumping of her heart slowing. The worry that she had slowly dissipated, too. … There wasn't much use wringing her hands over things now that it was done and over with, right?
Technically, she was doing this for her clan. He wasn't her husband, but in the oldest days of Inazuma, women were expected to be subservient to the men; it was a sort of employer and employee relationship, when she thought of it that way. … Which made all of this fine, right? Right, she told herself. Yes, that's exactly right. That made it much easier for her to take all of this and contextualize it for herself, to rationalize it in a way she could feel okay about.
Ayaka tried to focus on the taste and smell of him for a moment, not quite like anything that she had ever experienced before. Only a small part of him was inside of her, but it felt like so much– it was overwhelming, really. Her ears could hear the thwackthwack, thwack thwack, thwackthwack of him jerking his cock once more. A few seconds later, her attempts to focus on the mouth-feel and taste of his cock were thrown into disarray by him ejaculating again, held-back spunk formalizing the White Heron Princess' oral defilement. That made her squeak, too, but her mouth was far too full to really emit the sound. Not too full to gasp reflexively, however.
She barely even tasted his cock's freely-gifted protein before some of it accidentally went down the wrong way. The prospective employer pulled back on Ayaka's hair and drew his hips back, freeing her mouth so she could do what she needed to do with impediment. It was only a bit, thankfully, and right after she swallowed it all down with some difficulty. Its taste was more distinct than that of his cock, but the texture was thicker and made it a bit unpleasant on her tongue. Ayaka shuddered and sagged in place, breathing hard, one hand starting to lift to try and clean at her face.
Already though, her boss was pulling on her hair once more, guiding her mouth back up to his cock. Knowing that her mouth was about to be filled again, she aspired to groan out a question before that could come to pass. "C-can you describe the, a-ah… working culture of your–" Then it was too late for her to say anything, her mouth once more filled with his meat, a good deal sloppier now. He didn't seem inclined to stop at just filling her mouth this time, though, pushing further. Her eyebrows, one covered in a diagonal slash of cum, pinched together in worry as she wondered if he was–
He was. That was absolutely, undoubtedly her throat he was entering.. "Shit, I don't know. We work hard so we can play hard, sort of like this." A hum and twitch around his cock suggested to him that she was nodding and trying to say something along the lines of 'I see'. He rolled his eyes, though, and glanced up towards the ceiling, slowing his forward progress into her forbidden tube. The girl was clearly inexperienced and obviously a virgin to boot, but…
People really liked Ayaka. She was untouchable, but a girl who just happened to look like Ayaka and dressed like her hero every day? That was something he could sell– and, he decided, exactly what he would sell her as. As far as he was concerned, she truly wasn't anything more than that. He'd seen her resume. Her name wasn't listed as Kamisato Ayaka on it, so the uncanny resemblance was just nothing more than a spot of cosplay. It wasn't like the Princess herself would apply to a job, much less one like his.
As she struggled to swallow him down, he spoke up lazily. In a few moments, his hardness would go limp, but he had no intention of leaving the little slut's mouth. He'd make her get him hard again and treat it as a training exercise. Clearly, she'd need a fair bit of that before he could throw her out on the floor. "Hey, girl."
Ayaka struggled to open her eye again, already tearing up from the strain. "Good work. You're hired." A sense of relief and wonderment flowed through her, the latter because he had only asked her the one question and she still had nine to ask him. Relief because maybe, just maybe, it meant this was over, that he'd give her a chance to stop, clean up and figure out what the fuck she just went through.
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It wasn't the worst thing in the world when he proved her wrong; what was supposed to be a fifteen minute conversation about the job stretched into two of the most whiplash-inducing hours of Ayaka's young life. He didn't spend the entire time in her throat, though he openly admitted to an increasingly dazed Ayaka that he was tempted to. The only reason he didn't was that he wanted her to get better, and that meant constantly pushing her limits to help her become the best employee she could be. It also meant constantly gagging on his cock. A lot of other little things, too. She licked and kissed his dick until she no longer hesitated to do it.
It was wrong, but her justification held strong: Ayaka was doing it for her clan, and being her employer was akin to being her husband. Did it waver when he pushed her head even lower, and made her worship his balls? Yes, absolutely! As a Kamisato, she felt so wrong with the implication she might worship at anything but a shrine to the Electo Archon, but– she got used to it pretty quickly, even if using her face had left him fairly sweaty down there already. After swallowing down his cum, a bit of that was nothing. It helped that she was able to stroke his cock all the while, finding a sort of poise in that once more.
He kept using those insulting, derogatory words to refer to her, too. He threw in more; she was a slut, a whore, a hooker, a hussy. And the adjectives! So many of them. Ayaka's boss told her that she was cock-starved, that she was thirsty, that she was shameless and cum-stained. The mixing and matching had her flinching, almost sulking really, but he kept her busy in other ways, and each eventually seemed to roll off her skin. Kind of like the cum already on her face, actually– staining and smearing, but not bothering her.
When he urged her face even lower and told her to use her tongue on his backdoor, Ayaka's first thought was to say no. Her second one was more along the lines of 'well, it hasn't been that bad so far', so she did it and what do you know, it wasn't that bad either. It got her the most heartfelt 'good girl' up until that point, so really, it exceeded her expectations. He had spurted in her mouth twice at that point and did it again. The texture was still a problem for her, but it went down easier. Despite being a Princess, she didn't consider herself better than other Inazumans. If that was the extent of what the job entailed, she'd do her best to make them all proud of her.
It was not the extent of what the job entailed. It was the tip of the iceberg, as Ayaka quickly found out. He made her strip and lay back for him, legs spread, showing him how she liked to touch herself. Somehow, her hands ended up on her face instead, widely spread fingers covering her mortified expression as he toyed around with one wet hole and one dry one. His fingers were so much bigger and rougher than hers, better-suited for some of the things he did to her– filling her, for example –than others. The way he played with her clit wasn't as good as her own little, far more dexterous fingers delicately working the nub.
But it was someone else doing it to her, and that made a world of difference. Reaching the peak of her shame was what let her understand just how aroused she was. Ayaka was far wetter for him than she ever was on the one or two nights a week she gave in to temptation and touched herself. Even though she felt like she was whining in misery, she knew they were wanton moans. He made her drag her hands down from her face to her breasts, fondling and squeezing them as he did his things to her. He got her close, and then he left her wanting; the whines were genuine, then.
He did not leave her waiting long, however. The difference in their respective sizes was far more apparent when he was on top of her, and even though she trembled with needs she barely understood? A fresh stab of anxiety stabbed through her belly when his cock laid against it, reiterating its shocking size to her once more. He told her to relax and she tried; he told her to wrap her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist as well, and that proved much easier.
Ayaka cried out when he entered her, warmed up and ready, but tight and untouched. It hurt, but not nearly as much as it felt right; the pleasure she had only reached a few times on her own was so much stronger when it was someone else pushing her into it with their cock. It blinded her to any discomfort. It blinded her to everything but the pleasure, in truth. He made her moan out so many things as his hips slapped down on hers, forcing her small body to take his large cock to its depths over and over again. Ayaka's toes curled and her legs locked desperately around him, white-painted nails threatening to bleed his back as he continued her education.
The onsen-slash-brothel's owner left her pumped full, sure to leak for hours in the aftermath. Ayaka would have enjoyed just clinging on to him for some time after that, but the difference in their size was once again emphasized by how easily he disentangled her death-grip on him, straddling her chest. Body tremulous in the aftermath of her orgasm, she struggled to obey his instructions– pushing her tits against his shaft and rubbing them along it, craning her neck up to use her mouth, then laying her head back and getting her face fucked another way. When he finally left her mouth, she was certain that was it–
It was not. He was too big for her ass, no matter how much lube they used. Shamefully, the three inches he got inside her proved to be more than enough to make her cum, and– then he was making her take his cock in hand again, driving him to the orgasm that left her chest sticky with his seed. Then it seemed to start all over again. Every time it felt like it was too much, or that it was wrong, or that she needed to stop? He'd make her feel so good that it almost left her distraught. By the time she was cleaned up, gotten dressed and started to waddle home, Ayaka was in a dazed state, incapable of taking a step that didn't wobble her whole body. Couldn't remember how she ended up interviewing for the job to begin with.
When she got back to her bed, she collapsed right into it. The next morning, she laid in bed for an hour, sore and shocked and staring at the ceiling, unable to believe the sorts of things she'd done the previous night. The proof was in the pudding, or– well, you know. Her pussy and her asshole too, trickling out of each hole along her thigh and ass, drying on her bedsheets. She remembered how she ended up interviewing for the job, too.
… It was all so innocent! So… innocuous! Ayako had concerns about the housing crisis that was striking Inazuma, with not nearly enough homes being built to keep up with the boom in population that followed the end of the Vision Hunt Decree.
That should not have been the case; the Tri-Commission had approved a budget that should have future-proofed them for a generation. He had asked Ayaka to check in with the Kanjou Commission, who had deferred her straight to their leadership: the Hiiragi Clan.
The Hiiragis suggested that young people were spending all their money on 'cocogoat cream cheese' to spread on their toast, and that it was a problem they were struggling to address. It sounded ridiculous to Ayaka, because everyone knew coconut milk came from coconuts, not cocogoats, and it couldn't have been that expensive. They had correctly pointed out that Ayaka had very little 'real-world' experience and couldn't understand the issue without it, suggesting she submit a resume to a certain 'agency'– so she did just that, knowing she would need the perspective to give her brother the best report possible. It was for the clan's sake, and the people of Inazuma too.
(How could she know the truth, or even begin to suspect it? That the Hiiragi, hoping to pocket the extra money in the budget, paid an exorbitant bribe to the agency to futz with her resume and get Ayaka off their trail? It was ridiculous! Unthinkable! And yet that was exactly what had happened.)
… One hour of ceiling-staring threatened to drag into two, before a servant came in to remind her that she had a shift at her 'job' and had to get ready to go. She didn't even remember asking for the wake-up call, but gladly took it. Got cleaned up, got dressed, had a quaint breakfast and got out the door, crossing the city on unsteady hips to resume her training. Always with a bit of reservation, but never stayed with her for long. Her husband– er, boss, he made sure of that.
It carried on for a week, no day quite like another. He kept her pushing her limits in ways she never would have come up with on her own. Some of those days, he wasn't even the one who trained her. One was employees-only, and the other was a 'preview' for their best regulars, opening Ayaka's eyes to how varied men could be. Some were gentle with her and some were rough, and others made her do all the work. Some of those cocks rivaled her employer, intense and uncomfortable to take, and some were of course small and cute in comparison, but most stood somewhere in between.
They all loved to laugh about 'Ayaka', and she tried to laugh with them, though she didn't get the joke about it (and also, it was pretty hard to laugh when there was a cock railing her). Each day, the dreamy, satisfied smile on her face when she left was a bit more telling. Each day, she woke up a little less sore and a little earlier, and got out the door all the quicker, until those reservations were gone and all she wanted to do was do the best job she could, to get the best perspective possible for a 'normal' Inazuman's life.
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"–Ah!" It was a particularly loud squeak.
Three weeks into her new job, and Ayaka still had a delightful tendency to squeak whenever guests of the onsen surprised her– something they did frequently. They almost treated it as a competition, really, delighting in seeing the supposed Ayaka-lookalike break her elegant composure. The bold actions that they took to do that might have gotten even more brazen, if any of them started to believe it was really her and could truly appreciate what a lewd little woman she had become.
Multiple times throughout each of her eight-hour shifts, she'd get groped over or under her uniform. Whether it was her ass, her tits or her cunt, it'd get a little squeak out of her and leave her weak-kneed and vulnerable to more. It wasn't rare for men to grab her and toss her over their shoulder like a sack of rice, carrying her off to some side-room for an imminent pounding. It was even less rare for them to just rip off her uniform entirely (it was just a towel after all), leaving her naked until she got a chance to escape to the employee's break room and get another. Actually, it was all pretty common: her getting dragged over someone's lap to get spanked or fingered, having her high ponytail pulled until she presented her mouth (just gasping, actually) for immediate deepthroating…
Innocent and inexperienced yet eager to please, Ayaka had quickly become the best whore on the onsen's floor. She usually squeaked the loudest when someone decided to brazenly fuck her in the open-air rooms that housed each of the spring's pools, whether it was bent-over against the stones that lined the water, against the wall or in the middle of the building's main thoroughfare. The sauna rooms, too– wherever she shouldn't have been getting fucked. But she never stopped them, and the owner liked making money, so he instructed everyone to turn a blind eye to such shenanigans.
Even if it meant Ayaka was left in a wretched state, fucked near-senseless with her cheek against the floor yet her cum-leaking ass and shuddering hips sky-high, they left her there as a tempting way to drain one's balls. None of the other girls really minded. Actually, it was a bit satisfying for them– with Ayaka becoming a daily attraction to guests, they were all earning a little less, so to their jealous eyes it looked like she was paying the proper price for her popularity. And it certainly wasn't like Ayaka made any friends amongst them. She tended to get fucked right through most of her scheduled breaks and right up until the security guards had to pry a guy off her at the end of her shift.
Really, she didn't get to socialize with the other employees at all. Most of them knew her best through her squeaks, and the same could be said for the onsen's guests. A lot of girls could manage to converse or flirt with a dick inside their ass or pussy, but Ayaka was not one of them (plus, it was pretty common for one to be in her mouth as well).
That "ah!", though? That squeak was higher and sharper and louder than any other they had heard, particularly noticeable for seeming to have no cause at all; she made it almost as soon as she walked out of the employee's room, freshly changed into the towel that wasn't quite large enough to adequately cover the full length of her torso (a deliberately choice on the management's part). Whenever she put it on, she had to choose between her nipples slipping free or it riding high and showing off her pussy, a largely arbitrary decision, all things considered. She'd gone with protecting her lower half, stiff nipples on blatant display.
The squeak wasn't over her nipples slipping free, even though a regular with a keen eye could tell they were just a little more prominent than usual. Everyone glanced over at Ayaka, then towards where she was staring, both hands clamped over her mouth, eyes wide and face furiously red. None of them recognized the young man, green-eyed and fair-skinned, features speaking to a muddled heritage a bit more subtle than his blonde hair did.
Ayaka clearly did, though – and he seemed to recognize her back, looking at her with a conflicted expression. The seconds started to drag on, with her mortified, him teetering on some decision. It only changed when a third party got up and started to amble towards Ayaka, too horny to wait any longer. It was the same man who had fucked her first yesterday, the day before, and the day before that.
Thoma moved faster than he did, pushing the man into one of the nearby pools without looking at him, starting to walk towards Ayaka at the same time. Petrified, she stayed rooted to the spot as he neared her. In her weeks working at the onsen, not one person she really knew had shown up, and all of a sudden… Thoma. Thoma was here. Some scattered laughter went up at the unlucky sod who went splashing into the water, the security doing little for him. They'd all been getting annoyed with his greed over Ayaka, so it was seen as his just desserts.
Neither Ayaka nor Thoma paid them any mind. She could feel her heart start to hammer in her chest as he got closer, about as dressed as she was in just a waist-slung towel. He leaned in close to her, hesitating only briefly before daring to ask her in a quiet whisper, "Is this what you want to be doing, Princess?" His… patronage of the onsen was his guilty little pleasure. Though Ayaka wouldn't learn it until later, he'd been there the first day she was on the floor. He'd been there every day since too, keeping an eye on things, protecting her by making sure she never took on more than it seemed like she could handle without ever showing his face.
It wasn't his place to question her, but now the temptation was too much, and he had to be sure this wasn't some sick, twisted joke gone horribly awry.
(It sort of was.)
Ayaka hesitated too, but in the end, she smiled and bit softly at her bottom lip, slowly bringing her hands down from her face. "Yes," she told him, looking for a moment like the elegant, graceful Princess Thoma knew and loved to admire from afar, turned bashful by intimacy. "It's… a lot of fun." It was about the perspective at first, but she couldn't lie to Thoma like she could lie to herself; she'd been engrossed in the pleasure and freedom that came with surrendering her body to be used by strangers, each an Inazuman she felt she owed something to.
She met his eye, and seeing the shy sincerity there along with her inviting smile, Thoma could wait no longer. There were dozens of things he'd been wanting to do with her, none of which he would have dared to imagine if he didn't see her descent into debauchery play out firsthand. One of his hands went out to rip off that towel and toss it aside, prompting a startled squeak and a vain attempt to cover up. It just left Ayaka vulnerable to the other little things he wanted to do with her, rubbing her clit with one hand while the other pulled her head in close for them to kiss.
Not a lot of guests tried to kiss Ayaka. It was one of the things that she hadn't gotten used to at all, avoided in her training. Thoma kissed her ravenously, though, like he couldn't get enough of her, and the Princess felt herself turn obscenely wet through the exploration of his fingers, past what even the boss had achieved with her. It was so much better when it was someone else's fingers doing it, and even greater when they were fingers she knew and trusted with everything in her life.
She came on his fingers in under a minute, quivering and sagging against him, her white-painted nails clawing at his shoulders. Rather than stop or slow down, though, the ever-loyal servant of the Kamisato clan sped up. He bent and grabbed Ayaka with an arm around her thighs, just under her ass, and scooped her right up from the floor, ignoring her squeak of surprise. As he carried her out of the room and into the hall, he used his other hand to ensure not a moment was wasted, reaching up to slap her ass and toy with her cunt as he carried her into relative privacy.
That was rare, and a genuine delight for her, even if she felt awful about the damage that she did to his back, and worried over the way that she inadvertently slammed her knees into his ribs. "Thoma–" she started to say the moment he put her down, still unsteady, grabbing at him for support– but of course, he treated her like a guest would. He pushed her down to her knees, grabbed her ponytail and wasted absolutely no time in shoving his cock into her mouth and down her throat.
And while Ayaka would never admit it, lest anyone feel bad about their size… her first time had left her with a fondness for cocks that her small body could barely withstand pleasuring. She didn't try to compare Thoma to the only other man in his cock-sized ballpark: all that mattered was that it was amazing, and perfect for her despite the struggle. With all the practice she had been getting, she was able to keep her eyes up on his own for a time, showing a hint of the Princess he knew so well: elegant, graceful, and somehow serene despite having her face impaled on a cock she had no business deepthroating.
Eventually, her blue-gray gaze lidded and then squeezed desperately shut, straining to endure her throat's ravishment. It brought her a great deal of pleasure to drag out the limit of her endurance until she felt his cum strike her throat's walls, the thick white warmth sliding down ever-so-slowly to her belly. Ayaka moaned around him, and as he pulled out of her, grunting, intent on giving her a moment to recover as he did.
Were it any other man with any other cock, she might have taken that moment. The Princess took a deep, panting breath, then leaned in and made her House's loyal servant twitch and yip with a lewd lick that ran from his balls right up along the underside of his cock, soft lips soon sealing him in place, tongue teasing over his crown and taking terrible advantage of his post-nut sensitivity.
Ayaka needed him; though he was objectively her servant, here, their roles were reversed. It wasn't her place to command him to harden and take her, so she did her best to tempt him into just that, teasing along his shaft with deft fingers while her mouth worked his head. To her immeasurable delight, it wasn't long until his half-soft cock was fully hard and engorged again. Sloppy and slick, she kept going until he made the call; until he hauled on her hair and forced her to her feet, making her squeak once more. Then twice more, each rapid, a slightly-disportionate payback for the little yip she got out of him. The first came when he picked her up like the squeaky little toy she was, tossing her down on one of the massage tables and the second came when his cock slipped into her tight little slot, so snug and welcoming.
During her training, there were points when Ayaka was ashamed to hit her limit quickly. Not with Thoma; she felt blessed to cum so quickly on his cock, legs pushed back so far that her ankles may as well have replaced the earrings she had learned not to wear to the onsen. The Princess squeezed and spasmed around him, cunt almost seeming to drag him into her, deeper and deeper. There was no lack of discomfort, but it was delicious to her. Even at her most aroused, he was just a little too big for her tiny twat, but it made such an admirable effort to take all of him, soft and wet and beyond compare, earning a reward even before her orgasmic twitching proved too much for him to take.
"–You're a good little slut, aren't you, Princess?" he growled in her ear. Simple words, but he'd seen how the Princess reacted to them when guests gave her even such blatantly crass and crude praise. Thoma just didn't expect the sheer ferocity of her reaction. Innocent already ruined, it was just what she needed to lose her mind over his cock, ravaging his back once more with her nails and crying out that all of Inazuma might have heard her. The way that her pussy squeezed on his cock made it a struggle to thrust at all, but the way that she rippled around him more than made up the difference. He poured everything into her, and her whorish body greedily drank it up, womb filled, the depths of her cunt before it painted white. "Fuck," he groaned, starting to peel away–
Already though, the once sweet, now sinful little thing was rolling over and twisting around on the massage table, reaching for him with desperate little hands that seized his cock and grabbed her hip. "K-keep going," she begged, and– who was he to deny her? He let her suck him hard once more, then set to manhandling her once again. Ayaka gasped in lust-drunk delirium as he filled her in their new position, held and impaled with him standing, arms and legs held in a harsh full nelson that few of her repeat guests were brave enough to try. She strained to manage him, and as he thrusted into her ass, there was little she could do but squeal and moan with each, her eyes quickly rolling back.
Ayaka didn't even notice her serial-first enter the room until he was in front of her, driving his cock into her empty cunt with Thoma's blessing– after all, they were both there to fuck her, and Thoma knew how she loved to get double-filled. She came again and again, and the men both filled her in time. One left, but Thoma stayed; in fact, he stayed by her for the entire shift, cock never far from her hand or mouth, even hours in when he couldn't manage much else for her. At the end of the day, he brought her home, her loyal servant once more, cleaning her up diligently and seeing the exhausted girl tucked into bed.
They didn't speak a word of it to each other, not where anyone might overhear them or see how they now looked at each other, but the next day, Ayaka was overjoyed to see him waiting for her special service… and the day after that, he was waiting with two other servants. She could've wept.
It was everything she never knew she needed, and all she had to do was let some guy fuck her at a job interview to get it. More and more familiar faces started to visit the onsen each day, and more and more people seemed to pick up on the secret they all shared. They might have fucked her harder for it, but none of them needed to be sworn to secrecy.
They all fucked happily ever after. Especially the onsen-slash-brothel's owner, who made an utterly disgusting amount of money from her holes.
The end! Story over! Don't keep reading!
… Ah! The story is over, but you've stuck around to read about the comeuppance for the Hiiragi clan, hm, after their easily-discovered, sloppily-hidden corruption? The justice for how they made housing so impossible for many of Inazuma's new citizens? Understandable, understandable. Allow this humble narrator to tell you exactly what befell them:
Yes, this space is intentionally left blank!
That's right! Nothing happened to them, except perhaps for the fact they wasted obscene amounts of their more-obscene wealth on cocogoat cream cheese to put on their toast, so proud of their bullshit yet blind to the fact it was literally just run-of-the-mill butter. They had been fleeced, and that's just how capitalism works, baby.
Yeah, it's bullshit.
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