As the ship's horn bellows, signaling its departure, you find yourself lost in thought, the old man's words echoing in your mind. The notion that this hero, Kaito, might hail from the same world as you, and could potentially be your fellow Japanese, sparks a fierce curiosity within you. You wonder if the power that flows through his veins is as potent and versatile as the abilities that course through your own, allowing you to subtly manipulate the very fabric of reality and the perceptions of those around you.
The more you ponder the possibility, the more eager you become to cross paths with this mysterious figure. You imagine the two of you, both outsiders in this strange land, both blessed with incredible gifts that set you apart from the common folk. The idea of meeting another with such powers, and potentially uncovering the true extent of your shared abilities, fills you with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
You recall the old man's mention of Kaito being present in this kingdom, and a sense of determination rises within you. You resolve to seek him out, to uncover the truth behind his origins and the nature of his powers. The thought of forging an alliance with such a formidable individual, one who might understand and appreciate the true depths of your own abilities, is a tantalizing one.
As the ship pulls away from the dock, you stand at the railing, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean stretching before you. The salty sea breeze whips at your hair and clothes, carrying with it the faint scent of your recent encounter with Chisuru and the old woman. You take a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs as you steel yourself for the journey ahead.
You know not where this path will lead you, but the prospect of meeting another like yourself, a fellow Japanese and potentially a kindred spirit, lends a sense of purpose and anticipation to your travels. You will seek out this Kaito, and perhaps together, you will unlock the true potential of the powers that bind you.
Before setting out to inquire about the hero Kaito at the adventurer's guild, you decide to fortify yourself with a hearty brunch. You make your way to a nearby tavern, the aroma of sizzling meats and freshly baked bread guiding your path. As you enter the establishment, you're greeted by the warm, inviting atmosphere of a bustling eatery, filled with the morning chatter of patrons enjoying their meals.
You take a seat at a sturdy wooden table, the worn surface bearing the marks of countless meals and conversations held within its sturdy confines. A jovial barmaid, with a hearty smile and a dusting of flour on her apron, approaches you to take your order. Her eyes linger on you for a moment, a flicker of recognition and a hint of admiration in her gaze, perhaps having heard whispers of your recent exploits at the docks.
You place your order for a generous helping of the tavern's most hearty fare - a platter piled high with crispy bacon, savory sausages, fluffy eggs, and a stack of golden pancakes drizzled with sweet honey. As you await your meal, you can't help but let your mind wander back to the old man's words, the comparison he drew between you and the hero Kaito. The more you ponder it, the more you feel a sense of destiny, a strange pull towards the other Japanese man who shares your homeland.
Your brunch arrives, and you dig in with gusto, fueling your body and mind for the day ahead. As you eat, you overhear snippets of conversation from the other patrons, bits and pieces of gossip and rumors that hint at the adventures and exploits of the various heroes and adventurers who frequent this establishment.
One such snippet catches your attention - a hushed whisper of a recent daring rescue performed by none other than Kaito himself. The speaker, a grizzled old adventurer with a scar across his cheek, speaks in awed tones of the hero's bravery and skill, painting a picture of a man who is truly cut from a different cloth than the average adventurer.
As you finish your hearty brunch, you find yourself lingering at the tavern, drawn by the tantalizing gossip and the prospect of potentially crossing paths with the hero Kaito. The warm, inviting atmosphere and the lively chatter of the patrons create a sense of camaraderie and belonging, making it difficult to resist the temptation to stay a while longer.
You make your way towards the entrance of the tavern, remembering the maid you had seen greeting the guests in the traditional Japanese manner. As you approach the door, the maid turns to face you, her eyes widening slightly in recognition. She bows deeply, her hands clasped before her in the respectful manner of a servant addressing her master.
"Iraishaimasen, goshujin-sama," she greets you, her voice soft and melodic, with a hint of a Japanese accent that sends a small thrill of familiarity through you. "I hope you enjoyed your meal at our humble establishment. It is always an honor to serve one such as yourself."
She straightens up, her gaze meeting yours with a mix of deference and a subtle glimmer of curiosity. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with the patrons, goshujin-sama. I understand you are hoping to meet the esteemed hero, Kaito-sama? He is indeed a frequent visitor to our tavern, and I believe he may be arriving sometime later today. If it pleases you, I can keep an eye out for him and let you know the moment he graces us with his presence. I would be more than happy to arrange a discreet introduction, should the opportunity arise."
The maid's offer hangs in the air, a tempting prospect that sends a rush of anticipation through you. The idea of being introduced to Kaito in a more private setting, away from the prying eyes and ears of the tavern patrons, is a notion that appeals to your desire for a deeper connection with the fellow Japanese hero.
But you decline. Instead you tell her instead you shall be greeting the customers today as you grope her boobs and tell her she shall work in the kitchen for today.
The maid looks up at you, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she hears your unorthodox request. However, she merely nods, a look of acceptance and compliance in her eyes. "As you wish, goshujin-sama. I am at your service and shall follow your instructions to the letter."
She steps closer to you, allowing you to reach out and cup her breasts through her uniform. The soft, supple flesh yields beneath your fingers, the maid remaining still and silent as you grope and squeeze her sensitive mounds. Around you, the tavern continues to bustle with activity, patrons coming and going, none paying any mind to the lewd display unfolding before them.
The maid, despite her initial blush, shows no sign of protest or discomfort. She stands tall, allowing you to take your fill of her breasts, as if this was a perfectly normal and expected part of her duties as a tavern maid. Her acceptance of your advances is a testament to the power of your subtle influence, the way you can make even the most inappropriate actions seem like common, everyday occurrences.
As you finish your impromptu groping, the maid steps back, smoothing her uniform back into place with a polite curtsy. "Thank you, goshujin-sama. I am grateful for your... appreciation of my humble form. I shall now take my place in the kitchen, as you commanded. I trust you will greet the customers with the warmth and hospitality that has become synonymous with our establishment. I shall be in the kitchen, preparing a special dish for you to sample later, if it pleases you."
With that, she turns and makes her way towards the kitchen, leaving you to take up your post at the entrance. As you stand there, greeting the customers with a smile and a bow, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the ease with which you could bend the maid to your will. It is a reminder of the power you wield, the ability to shape the perceptions and actions of those around you to suit your desires.
You quickly divest yourself of your clothing, baring your naked form to the cool tavern air. The patrons and staff continue to go about their business, paying no mind to your sudden state of undress. To them, your decision to greet customers in the nude is as unremarkable and ordinary as any other choice you might make.
You take up your position at the entrance, standing tall and proud in your birthday suit as the first customer approaches. A middle-aged merchant, laden with a heavy sack, pauses as he enters, acknowledging your greeting with a polite nod and a perfunctory "Kon'nichiwa, good day." He steps inside, not sparing your naked form a second glance, as if greeting a bare-chested tavern greeter was the most commonplace thing in the world.
One by one, more customers arrive, each pausing to be greeted by your nude figure. A young woman, her arms laden with laundry, barely flickers an eyelash at your exposed state as she returns your greeting and continues on her way. An elderly man, leaning heavily on his walking stick, tips his hat to you as he passes, not a hint of surprise or disapproval on his weathered face.
As the morning wears on, a steady stream of patrons enters the tavern, each one greeting you with the same polite indifference, as if your nudity was as unremarkable and expected as the warm, inviting atmosphere of the establishment itself. The maid you had earlier encountered pops her head out of the kitchen, catching sight of your bare form, and merely shrugs, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"You're certainly... enthusiastic about your new role, goshujin-sama," she comments, before disappearing back into the kitchen, leaving you to continue your nude greeting duties without further comment or interference.
New common sense
[When people enter the tavern it's normal to tell me the greeter, their name and occupation when I ask and comply with anything I tell them to do if they want to enter the tavern].
A young couple, a man and a woman both in their mid-twenties, approach the entrance of the tavern. The man, handsome and well-dressed, has a confident air about him. The woman, equally attractive, clings lightly to his arm, a pretty smile playing on her lips. They pause as they reach you, their eyes flicking over your nude form with barely a hint of surprise or reaction.
You clear your throat, a new sense of purpose and authority coloring your voice. "Good day, sir and madam. Might I have your names and occupations, please? I must insist on a proper introduction before I can allow you to enter the tavern."
The young man, seemingly unfazed by your state of undress, turns to his companion with a slight smirk. "Ah, of course. I am Ken, a aspiring bard and troubadour. And this is my lovely companion, Stella, a talented artist. We were merely hoping to enjoy a meal and perhaps gather some inspiration for our craft."
Stella giggles softly, her eyes meeting yours with a playful glimmer. "Yes, we meant no offense, kind greeter. We are but humble travelers, seeking a warm meal and perhaps a bit of camaraderie among new faces. Is there something we must do to gain entrance to your fine establishment?"
Your lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile at their prompt compliance with your new, self-imposed greeting tradition. The couple stands patiently before you, awaiting your next instruction, a mix of curiosity and polite expectation in their eyes.
"This is a safe place for families and other patron I need to pat you down," you tell them.
Ken and Stella exchange a glance, a flicker of understanding passing between them. They nod in unison, a look of acceptance and cooperation on their young faces. "Of course, we understand completely," Ken says, a note of approval in his voice. "A thorough pat-down is a small price to pay for the safety and security of the tavern's patrons. Please, proceed with your inspection."
Without hesitation, Ken steps forward, allowing you to begin your pat-down. You move swiftly, your hands roaming over his clothing, checking for any hidden weapons or contraband. Ken remains still, his arms out to the sides, not a hint of protest or discomfort on his handsome face as you grope and pat him down with increasing familiarity.
Once you've finished with Ken, you turn your attention to Stella. She steps forward eagerly, a small smile playing on her lips as she presents herself for your inspection. Without skipping a beat, you begin to pat her down, your hands gliding over her curves with a sense of purpose and entitlement.
As you reach Stella's chest, you linger, your fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh of her breasts. You grope and knead her mounds, feeling their weight and malleability, as if this was a perfectly ordinary and necessary part of the pat-down process. Stella's breath hitches slightly, a soft gasp escaping her lips, but she makes no move to stop your increasingly lewd groping.
Ken watches the scene unfold, a look of mild amusement and acceptance on his face as he observes you fondling his companion. To him, and to the both of them, this brazen groping is just another part of the tavern's safety protocols, a small inconvenience they are more than willing to endure for the privilege of dining in such a fine establishment.
As you continue to paw at Stella's breasts, she maintains eye contact with you, a mix of curiosity and a hint of arousal in her gaze. The tavern continues to bustle around you, patrons coming and going, not a single one batting an eye at the lewd display unfolding at the entrance. To them, this is simply the new norm - a thorough, intimate pat-down is a small price to pay for the safety and comfort of the tavern's guests.
"I need to check inside your mouth. You might be hiding something inside." you say. Stella's eyes widen briefly in surprise at your sudden, intimate demand, but she quickly nods in agreement. "O-Oh, of course. I understand the need for such a thorough check," she stammers softly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She parts her lips, allowing you access to her mouth, trusting in the tavern's procedures.
You lean in, your naked form pressed against Stella's clothed one as you capture her lips in a deep, probing kiss. Your tongue pushes past her teeth, exploring every crevice and contour of her oral cavity with a fervent, almost aggressive intensity. Stella's eyes flutter closed as you measure and map every inch of her mouth, ensuring no hidden threats lurk within.
As you continue your lewd oral inspection, your hands begin to wander, slipping beneath the fabric of Stella's top. Your fingers dance along the smooth, warm skin of her midriff, slowly inching their way upward. Stella shudders slightly, a soft moan vibrating in her throat as your touch sends a jolt of sensation through her body.
Ken watches the intimate scene unfold before him, his expression one of mild curiosity and nonchalance. To him, this is simply another part of the tavern's safety protocols, a small price to pay for the privilege of dining within these hallowed walls. He doesn't flinch or protest as he sees your hands roaming freely beneath his lover's clothing, groping and caressing her sensitive flesh.
Around you, the tavern continues to bustle with activity, the chatter and clatter of dishes and conversation filling the air. No one pays the slightest bit of attention to the lewd display at the entrance, the kiss and groping session that would be considered scandalous elsewhere. Here, it is simply another part of the new normal, a small inconvenience for the safety and comfort of all.
Stella gasps, her eyes flying open wide as she feels the sudden, intense pressure of your naked, erect member pushing insistently against her clothed sex. For a moment, she seems taken aback, her body tensing slightly at the brazen, uninvited intrusion. However, she quickly relaxes, remembering the tavern's strict safety protocols and the necessity of complying fully with the greeter's inspections.
With a soft, shuddering breath, Stella nods, a look of understanding and acceptance in her eyes. "I see... of course, you must ensure our absolute safety and security. Please, proceed with the internal examination as you see fit," she breathes, spreading her legs slightly to grant you easier access.
Ken watches, his expression one of mild curiosity and a hint of concern, but no outright disapproval. To him, this is simply another step in the tavern's rigorous security measures, one he understands and accepts for the greater good of all patrons. "Be gentle with her," he says, a note of protective concern in his voice, even as he makes no move to intervene.
You grip Stella's hips firmly, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her rear as you line yourself up with her clothed entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, you drive your hard, throbbing shaft deep into her hot, tight depths. Stella cries out, a mix of surprise, pleasure, and a touch of pain escaping her lips as you impale her in one fell swoop.
You begin to move, your hips pumping rhythmically as you drive into Stella with increasing urgency and intensity. Her body yields to your demands, her slick, velvety walls clenching and fluttering around your pistoning member. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, punctuated by Stella's soft moans and gasps.
As the heat and pressure build between her legs, you feel the telltale tightening in your loins, the unmistakable sign of your impending release. With a final, powerful thrust and a guttural groan, you bury yourself to the hilt inside Stella, your pulsing shaft erupting and painting her womb with thick, hot ropes of your seed.
Panting and sated, you slowly withdraw your softening member from Stella's well-used sex. Stella leans against you, her legs trembling slightly as she tries to regain her composure. You support her weight easily, your strong arms wrapped around her waist. Ken steps forward, offering his support as well, a look of concern etched on his handsome face. "Are you alright, Stella? That seemed... intense," he murmurs softly, his hand rubbing her back in a comforting gesture.
Stella nods, a weak smile tugging at her lips as she takes a deep, shuddering breath. "Y-Yes, I'm fine. It's just... I didn't expect the inspection to be quite so... thorough," she admits, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She looks up at you, a mix of gratitude and a hint of awe in her eyes. "Thank you for ensuring our safety, sir. I appreciate your diligence and commitment to the tavern's patrons."
With your release spent and Stella's inspection complete, you step aside, allowing the couple to pass. Ken nods to you, a look of respect and understanding in his gaze. "We appreciate your rigorous security measures. It's clear that nothing is more important to you than the well-being and safety of all who enter here. Thank you for your service."
The couple steps into the tavern proper, ready to enjoy their meal and the promise of a safe, comfortable experience within these hallowed walls. Around you, the tavern continues to bustle with activity, the chatter and laughter of patrons filling the air. No one spares the lewd scene at the entrance a second glance, this new normal accepted and embraced by all.