The new store was finally complete.
Until now, only the exterior had looked the part. This time, the interior was pure soba shop—exactly the way I'd always imagined it.
"Alright! Time to reopen!"
Before the grand reopening, I went to greet the guild master of the Cooks' Guild.
"The shop is finished. We'll be reopening soon."
"Oh! That's wonderful news! Keep livening up that district for us!"
Unlike Loiza, who had already returned to work, Reiza had been focused on raising our child. With the reopening, she was coming back too.
"Working suits me better than staying home," she said with a bright, happy smile.
Since it was a full renewal, I thought about doing something special.
"Maybe we should run a discount to celebrate?"
"If you make the alcohol too cheap, the place will be flooded with drunks bloating their bellies. How about cheap soba instead? And throw in some fried sides."
That made sense.
"Got it! We'll set soba at one copper coin and include a side dish. Grand Reopening Sale!"
The renewal was a huge success. All the usual regulars flooded in.
"Welcome!"
"Hey, boss! We've been waiting for this!"
"Nothing beats your soba and booze!"
With the storage moved underground, the dining area felt much more spacious. Even with a big crowd, everyone fit comfortably.
We'd prepared a massive amount of soba in advance, so service ran smoothly.
"Here you go~ Extra soba coming through!"
Reiza looked like she was having the time of her life serving customers.
Yeah… this is what I am. A soba shop owner. It felt right.
I'd keep working hard from today onward.
By the time night deepened and customers thinned out, I finally had time to chat with the regulars.
"So what have you guys been eating lately?"
Soba was basically only available at my place.
I was thinking of researching other local foods when one of them answered:
"Well… mostly boiled codil porridge, I guess."
Codil wasn't a single ingredient. It was more like a mix of hardy grains—something the locals boiled into a thick mush to fill their stomachs.
A lot of people relied on it, but…
"…I still can't get used to that stuff."
I'd been forcing myself to eat local food to understand the taste preferences of my customers. You can't introduce new flavors if you don't know what people are used to.
But even I had to admit:
"Codil porridge really isn't tasty…"
It was edible, sure. Extremely nutritious and calorie-dense. But the texture, the smell, the aftertaste—everything about it was bad.
"Maybe I can figure out a way to make it delicious…"
While talking with the customers, I started brainstorming ideas.
After cleaning up, both Reiza and I were exhausted from the busy reopening day and went straight to bed.
The next morning, I decided to experiment.
"Something tasty using codil…"
The best would be if it paired well with soba. Maybe mix codil flour into the soba dough?
I bought a huge amount from the market, ground it into powder, and kneaded it with soba flour.
When I boiled it, though… "Ugh, the smell…"
Codil had a very distinct, unpleasant odor. Mixed with soba, it became unbearable.
Failure.
Next, I tried frying it.
That masked the smell a bit, but…
"…Why does it still feel so weird in the mouth?"
The texture was awful.
"Yeah… if it were that easy, someone would've done it already."
Codil grew wildly without any care, was incredibly cheap and nutritious, yet tasted terrible. Every possible cooking method must have already been tried.
"I should ask Uorld Alips."
If I could make codil pair nicely with soba, it could become a huge hit among commoners.
I headed to the high-class restaurant to consult the genius chef, but the moment I arrived, Coché grabbed my arm and pulled me into her little tea corner with teary eyes.
"It's so cramped…!" Coché was on the verge of crying.
Coché used to be a low-class courtesan trainee and former cabaret girl. Now she ran the tea shop attached to the restaurant.
The high-class restaurant had expanded more than planned and taken up most of the space. As a result, Coché's section had been reduced to less than a third of its original size.
I'd thought a cozier space would fit the image of a refined tea house better, but…
"…Maybe it really is too small now."
Her shop used to be part of a huge cabaret hall meant for dozens of people. When it was only her store, we had to partition off a lot of empty space.
Now it felt suffocating with all the tea bottles and jars lining the shelves.
"…And they keep saying they need even more room for the restaurant. Reservations are exploding. I… I want to move to a new location soon…"
"I see. Let me think about it."
The moment I stepped into the main restaurant, the hired staff surrounded me.
"Please expand the restaurant!"
"Reservations are completely full!"
"We're turning away new customers every day!"
They all looked dead serious.
"Understood. I'll consider it. But first, I need to speak with Uorld Alips—"
I finally managed to talk to the chef, but even he wore a bitter expression.
"…Making it truly delicious is possible, but it requires a lot of time and money. That defeats the purpose for commoners."
Still, I wanted to know the method.
"Could you teach me anyway?"
I wanted to spread soba. Even if I took a small loss, it was worth it.
After the conversation, Coché dragged me back again, half-crying.
"It's a matter of time now…"
Apparently the restaurant staff had already started scouting and measuring her area without saying a word.
"…Coché, have those people been saying harsh things to you?"
They were high-status. Coché was a former low-class courtesan. In this world, verbal abuse toward someone of her background was common.
"…Actually, they don't even talk to me at all. They only speak with Uorld Alips."
Of course. When the status gap is too big, they just ignore you.
Yeah… there was no way I could keep squeezing both businesses into one building.
"Coché! Let's go look for a new store right now!"
"R-Right now?!"
She looked shocked, but I was serious.
"I made a mistake. We'll choose a proper new location for you."
"Mmnh…♡♡♡♡♡"
Before I knew it, Coché had dropped to her knees and taken my cock into her warm mouth.
Why was gratitude expressed with a blowjob? I had no idea.
"I'm so happy you're listening to my selfish request♡♡♡ I'll serve you with everything I have♡♡♡♡♡"
She licked my balls thoroughly, then moved lower, carefully dragging her tongue all the way to my ass.
In this world, rimming was a sign of complete submission and loyalty.
"Everything I am belongs to Master♡♡♡"
Her tongue moved slowly, lovingly, worshipfully.
My cock quickly swelled to full hardness from the stimulation.
"Aaahhh♡♡♡ It's so big and hard♡♡♡ I'm so happy a lowly girl like me can make it this stiff♡♡♡ Please cum a lot for me♡♡♡"
Coché spread her pussy lips and sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion.
"Oooohhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
I sank deep inside her tight, wet heat.
Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as she rocked her hips.
"Please enjoy me to your heart's content♡♡♡"
While riding me, she leaned forward and licked my nipples, sucking and swirling her tongue around them.
The sensation was fresh and intense.
"I'm cumming."
"Yes♡♡♡"
My first load always came fast. I was a quick shooter, but I recovered quickly and could go many rounds.
The moment I pumped the first thick creampie into her—
"Auuuuuuuuhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
Coché came hard, her pussy clamping down and milking me.
Even so, her tongue never stopped. She kept licking every inch of my body with desperate devotion.
"Fuuuujyuuuuu♡♡♡♡♡"
Now she was licking my armpits, burying her face in them.
*Slurp… slurp…*
"Aren't they sweaty?" I thought, but Coché's face was flushed with pure lust. She sucked and licked like she was addicted to my scent.
"It stinks…♡♡♡♡♡ But I love it♡♡♡♡ Being wrapped in Master's scent makes me so happy♡♡♡♡♡"
She came again just from the smell, love juice gushing out while she never stopped servicing me.
"Coché has become a total idiot♡♡♡♡♡ It tastes so good♡♡♡♡♡ I sell fragrant high-class tea every day♡♡♡♡♡ Yet I'm cumming like a pervert just from Master's cum and armpit smell♡♡♡♡♡"
Coché cried out in ecstasy.
"I'm cumming againnnnn♡♡♡♡♡"
She squirted violently, love juice spraying everywhere.
"…Ah… auu…♡♡♡♡♡"
With a blissful, broken smile on her face, Coché fainted from overwhelming pleasure, still impaled on my cock.
I didn't let her rest.
I grabbed her silver hair roughly and yanked her head back, slapping her flushed cheek hard.
*SMACK!*
"Wake up, you perverted tea bitch. We're not done yet."
"Hiiiii♡♡♡"
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and hungry.
I shoved my cock back into her mouth and started facefucking her without mercy, gripping her head with both hands and slamming my hips forward.
*GLUCK—! GLUCK—! GLUCK—!*
"Choke on it. This is what happens when you beg for a new store with your slutty mouth."
Tears streamed down her face as she gagged happily, throat bulging with every brutal thrust.
I pulled out, slapped her face again—*SMACK! SMACK!*—then flipped her onto all fours.
Grabbing her hair like reins, I rammed back into her cum-filled pussy and pounded her savagely.
My free hand wrapped around her throat, choking her while I railed her deep.
"Tell me what you are, Coché."
"I'm… your perverted armpit-licking cumdump♡♡♡ A former whore who cums from Master's sweaty scent♡♡♡ Please—choke me harder—♡♡♡ Slap me—pull my hair—use me like cheap meat♡♡♡"
*SMACK!*
I slapped her ass, then her face, alternating while I fucked her without mercy.
Every time she got close, I tightened my grip on her neck and yanked her hair harder.
"Beg properly."
"Please—♡♡♡ Breed your perverted tea slave—♡♡♡ Fill me until I break—♡♡♡ I want to smell like your cum and sweat every day♡♡♡"
I kept going for round after round—facefucking, choking, slapping, hair-pulling, and flooding her womb over and over while Coché screamed filthy confessions between orgasms.
By the time I finally let her rest, she was a trembling, cum-drenched mess, smiling weakly with armpit-scented lips and a belly slightly swollen from creampies.
"…Thank you… for listening to my selfish request♡♡♡ I'll be a good girl and wait for my new shop… while smelling like Master every day♡♡♡"
I stroked her hair gently.
"We'll find you the perfect place tomorrow. For now… keep that perverted smile."
Coché nodded dreamily, still leaking my seed, completely satisfied.