I sat with Almal, going over the final layout for the new store.
"…Something like this?"
"Amazing…"
Her hands moved with terrifying precision, sketching detailed blueprints that looked like they belonged in a professional architect's office. I had no idea how someone so quiet could be this skilled with tools and measurements.
While we reviewed the floor plan, I pointed out a few tight spots.
"This area might feel cramped once the tables are in."
"Hmm… understood."
We adjusted the placement together. At this rate, the moment the final coat of paint went on, the store would basically be complete.
"Still need the finishing paint job," she muttered.
"Ah, right. I forgot about that layer."
Almal was making steady progress. The new branch would open soon, and I was genuinely excited to see it all come together.
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After the meeting, I took Fair out to the tailor's shop as promised.
"This style might suit you."
"Hmm… yeah, it does."
Since she ran a bar, I suggested a handsome, androgynous look at first—something with a touch of "beautiful young man" elegance. It looked incredible on her tall, refined frame.
But then I had another idea.
"Since we're here, let's try something else too."
"Eh?"
I pointed at a rack of frilly, ultra-feminine dresses.
"Please make this cute, fluttering pink dress in her size."
Three days later, the garments were ready.
"It looks perfect on you~"
I grinned from ear to ear.
Fair stood in front of the mirror wearing the soft pink dress with layers of delicate frills. The contrast between her elegant, long-limbed beauty and the hyper-feminine outfit was devastatingly adorable.
"So cute, Fair. Really, really cute."
"…!"
Her face turned bright crimson. She fidgeted with the hem, clearly unused to being called cute instead of handsome.
"U-um… Shop Owner, you've slept with quite a few women already, right?"
"Yeah."
I answered honestly. No point hiding it at this stage.
"…I've been thinking… maybe I'd like that too. But I might be a bit of a pervert…"
"That's fine. I'm a huge pervert myself."
She took a shy breath.
"Could you… indulge my selfish request?"
Fair's fetish was crystal clear the moment she started speaking.
"I want you to cover the cute version of me in your thick, hot cum… and completely ruin this pretty dress."
"Fair, you're so adorable."
"Yes♡ I want to be cute♡"
All her life she had been praised as a cool beauty or a handsome youth. Women flocked to her as the perfect "beautiful young man." That was exactly why her deepest desire was the opposite:
To be treated as a delicate girl and utterly defiled with male seed.
"I watched you having sex with Roiza… and I couldn't stop touching myself♡"
I hadn't realized she could hear everything from the second floor.
"Fair, my load count is ridiculous thanks to that stamina potion. I'll keep bukakke-ing you until I literally run dry."
"Yes♡ Please do♡"
That previous virility drug had been a disaster. It turned Yuiira into an anal addict and made me lose control so badly I ended up raping Roiza in her sleep afterward. I still felt guilty about that night, even though Roiza had eventually moaned that "surprises like that are nice too." My ejaculation volume and frequency had skyrocketed ever since. Definitely never touching that potion again.
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"Fair, get on your knees. I'm going to paint that pretty face and dress until you're unrecognizable."
"Yes, Master♡ Cover your cute girl completely♡"
Fair dropped gracefully to her knees in the frilly pink dress, looking up at me with sparkling, eager eyes. Her long fingers gently cradled my heavy, already-throbbing cock, pressing it lovingly against her soft cheek.
"It's so warm… and it smells so manly♡ I've wanted this for so long…"
I gripped the base and aimed the swollen head right at her beautiful face.
"Open your mouth a little. Stick your tongue out like a good slut."
She obeyed instantly, pink tongue extended, eyes half-lidded in anticipation.
*SPUUUUUUURT—!!*
The first massive rope exploded across her forehead, splattering into her hair and dripping down over one eye. Thick white strands hung from her lashes like obscene jewelry.
"Aaahn♡♡♡ So hot… it's burning my skin in the best way♡♡♡"
*SPURT—SPURT—SPUUUUUUUUURT!!*
Second and third loads followed in quick succession, painting her cheeks, nose, and lips until her entire face was glazed in a shiny mask of cum. Heavy globs slid down her chin and landed with wet plops on the delicate pink frills of her dress.
"More… please give me more♡ Ruin my cute dress… make it stick to my body with your dirty seed♡"
I didn't hold back. Load after thick, creamy load blasted out of me—ten, fifteen, twenty times. Each eruption was heavier than the last, thanks to the lingering effects of that cursed potion. My balls felt endless.
By the twentieth shot, the once-pristine pink dress was completely ruined. The fabric clung transparently to her skin, soaked through with cum. Her breasts were outlined perfectly, nipples hard and visible through the wet material. Rivers of semen ran down her neck, between her cleavage, and all the way to her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her.
Fair moaned like she was in heaven. She scooped handfuls of the mess from her face and smeared it deliberately over her chest, rubbing it into the dress until the pretty pink turned into a lewd, sticky white.
"Aaah♡♡♡ Look at me… I'm such a mess♡ Covered head to toe in Master's thick cum♡ The smell is so strong… it's making my head spin♡♡♡"
"Keep stroking me, Fair. Use both hands. Milk out every last drop."
"Yes, Master♡♡♡ Your cock is still so hard even after twenty loads… it's twitching like it wants to keep going forever♡"
She wrapped her cum-slick hands around my shaft and pumped vigorously, twisting at the head on every upstroke. The wet, squelching sounds filled the room as she spread the fresh mess all over my length.
"Does it feel good when I jerk your big cock with hands covered in your own cum?♡ Tell me how much you love turning me into your personal cumrag♡"
"Fuck yes… you look perfect like this. My cute, frilly dress-wearing girl turned into a filthy bukakke slut."
Her breathing grew ragged. One of her hands left my cock to slip under the soaked dress and rub her dripping pussy furiously.
"I'm going to cum just from being covered in you… from the smell… from how dirty I feel…♡♡♡"
I slapped her cum-covered cheek lightly, then harder.
*SMACK!*
"Beg for the next load properly."
"Please, Master♡ Shoot it all over my tongue… my tits… my hair… paint every inch of your cute girl white♡ Make me reek of your semen for days♡♡♡"
I grabbed her head with both hands and aimed straight at her open mouth.
*SPUUUUUUUUUUUURT—!!*
A monstrous rope shot directly onto her tongue, overflowing instantly and cascading down her chin. I pulled back and hosed the rest across her chest, watching the dress absorb even more cum until it was heavy and dripping.
Fair's eyes rolled back. Her fingers worked her clit faster.
"I'm cumming—!! From being bukakked—!! My pussy is squirting while you paint me♡♡♡"
*PSHHHHHH!!*
She squirted hard onto the floor, body shaking violently while I kept unloading—load twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five. Each blast was still thick and powerful, covering her shoulders, arms, and even the frills at the hem of the dress.
By the time I reached thirty loads, Fair was a complete disaster. Her beautiful face was hidden under layers of white. Her long hair was matted and stuck together in clumps. The pink dress was no longer recognizable—every inch glistened with semen, clinging to her body like a second, filthy skin. Cum dripped from her elbows, her knees, and formed a wide puddle around her.
She kept masturbating desperately, scooping cum from her body and licking it off her fingers while moaning incoherently.
"The smell… I'm drowning in Master's cum scent♡ It's so thick and musky… I love it… I love being your cum dumpster♡♡♡"
I slapped her tits through the soaked fabric—*SMACK! SMACK!*—watching them jiggle and send cum flying.
"Tell me how much you love it. Say you want to wear my cum every single day."
"I love it—!! I want to be covered in your cum every day—!! Dress me up cute and then destroy me with load after load until I can't even see—♡♡♡ Choke me with your cock while you paint my face— slap my tits while you hose me down— treat me like the perverted cumslut I am—♡♡♡"
Her words sent me over the edge again. I grabbed her throat with one hand and squeezed firmly while aiming the next barrage directly at her open, cum-filled mouth.
*SPURT—SPURT—SPUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!!*
Another huge volley flooded her mouth until she was forced to swallow or choke. Excess poured from the corners of her lips as she gasped and moaned around the pressure on her throat.
"I'm cumming again—!! My pussy won't stop—!! Being choked and bukakked is too good—♡♡♡"
She squirted a second time, harder than before, her whole body convulsing while I kept slapping her cum-drenched tits and choking her through the orgasm.
Finally, after more than forty massive loads, my balls began to feel empty. Fair collapsed forward, resting her forehead against my thigh, breathing hard. Her entire body was a sticky, white mess. The cute dress was ruined beyond repair—exactly as she had begged for.
She looked up at me with hazy, blissed-out eyes, licking cum from her lips.
"Semen… so much semen…♡ I'm so happy… I smell like Master everywhere… inside and out…♡ Please… do this again soon… make me even dirtier next time♡"
I stroked her matted hair gently.
"Anytime you want, my cute little cum-covered girl."
She smiled dreamily, still gently rubbing her pussy through the soaked dress.
"If I keep playing with myself using hands covered in your semen… I really might get pregnant♡"
Yeah… she had a point.
That settled it. I really did need to become a Great Merchant soon. I had too many women—Fair included—whom I wanted to take full responsibility for.
I'd work hard for it. For all of them.