Crazy Nasty had officially made their comeback.
AYAKA was pouring every ounce of her soul into songwriting. Dozens of new tracks were already born. The label wanted to rush the release, but AYAKA shook her head.
"My throat still isn't back to normal."
So they kept training her voice while slowly perfecting the new album.
The company kept pushing: "Isn't it good enough already?"
Takatsuki, the drummer and leader, was the one who finally convinced her.
"We'll do three more recording sessions. After that, we stop. If we keep chasing perfection, the fatigue will ruin the quality."
AYAKA nodded silently. The rest of the band breathed a sigh of relief. Only her vocals remained.
Takatsuki left AYAKA in the care of the bassist Hanazawa and headed out.
"I'm going to pay some respects. Keep an eye on her for me."
"Respects?"
"Yeah. AYAKA's atonement isn't over yet. She still can't apologize in person, so I'll go bow my head in her place."
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(Ami's POV)
I got scolded hard for sneaking off to Senpai's man on my own.
I'd passed out midway, so I didn't notice at the time, but my body had been covered in filthy graffiti—obscene words and symbols scrawled all over me. It took forever to wash off.
I panicked and took the morning-after pill because of all the creampies, but I was still anxious.
The office was in chaos anyway, which helped take my mind off it.
Mizuki-senpai had been landing one huge project after another. The company couldn't afford to lose her right now.
"Taking leave is unavoidable, but…"
"Minister, this is one week before her due date!"
Senpai was already seven months pregnant. The original plan was to start maternity leave six weeks before delivery, but the company was squeezing every last day out of her.
"…I know it's unreasonable. That's why I'm asking you to handle the handover properly."
In the end, Senpai chose me as her successor.
That night, we were supposed to have a meeting at her house, but a huge, intimidating man was standing in front of the door.
"…You are?"
Senpai looked mildly surprised but didn't seem alarmed.
"Sorry for coming so late. If it's inconvenient, I can come back tomorrow."
"It's fine. Please come in."
"Senpai? He's a man. Are you sure it's okay?"
"This person wouldn't cause trouble at a time like this."
Senpai said it with absolute certainty.
Takatsuki introduced himself politely.
"I came about AYAKA, of course."
"I heard she's making a comeback."
Senpai didn't even try to hide her disgust.
"Her atonement hasn't even begun. And you're not the only victim from that time. Still… if she doesn't start moving forward with her music, she'll fall apart again."
"…"
"I'm not asking for forgiveness. She still can't even apologize herself. But could you wait just a little longer?"
"…For AYAKA, I have no face to show. But I trust you, Takatsuki-san. As far as I'm concerned, that matter is already over."
"Thank you… Actually, there's one more thing I need to ask."
Takatsuki's expression turned extremely awkward.
"…Is the man AYAKA was involved with—the one named Ōkiku Izumi—dead…?"
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The new store had reopened successfully.
On top of that, I was throwing myself into developing a new codil-based soba dish.
I was full of motivation… until various problems popped up again.
One was Coché's shop situation.
The other was the issue of former low-class courtesans.
Both were classic examples of the casual discrimination that existed in this world.
First, Coché.
When we placed her tea shop in the same building as the high-class restaurant, friction appeared immediately. The staff I'd hired for the restaurant were high-status. Coché was a former low-class courtesan trainee—at best, an ordinary commoner.
So they simply ignored her.
They would walk past her section without a word, touch the walls, measure things, and leave. It wasn't even intentional harassment to them. It was just how things worked when status differed.
That was why I decided to move her to a completely separate store.
Today we were going to look at potential locations.
That was fine.
The second problem was Remiru.
A quick recap: my cabaret had many "former low-class courtesan trainees," but they had never been publicly advertised. Remiru, however, had been a publicly known "former low-class courtesan."
That difference was huge.
Once it was known that a girl was a former public courtesan, she could be beaten or raped in the street and no one would bat an eye. Throw a single copper coin (about 100 yen) at her and it became completely legal.
I'd had her investigated thoroughly.
The bearded detective gave a grim report.
"Fourteen people in this city alone remember her. She should not walk these streets again. Her hometown knows her too. Simple disguises won't work. For her safety—and yours—she should never return here."
"…Thank you."
Remiru couldn't come back to the city.
When I told her, she just smiled brightly.
"Not at all! I'm so happy living this life! I sent money home and got a letter—my little sister doesn't have to be sold anymore. I'm truly grateful!"
Still, being stuck on the island forever felt sad.
Then I had an idea.
"If you're bored…"
"?"
We teleported together.
"…It's really dirty…"
We were in the cave where Melyusine and her non-human followers lived. Mold and moss covered everything. The nearby hot spring made humidity skyrocket, turning the place into a breeding ground for filth.
They didn't seem to care.
After moving here, their food situation had improved dramatically, but cleaning was apparently a low priority.
I asked Melyusine for permission to clean it up.
"Sure thing~"
She agreed instantly.
"Well, going back and forth between the island and the hot spring might keep things interesting."
Having only one place to stay was a bit boring.
Next, Coché and I went to view potential shops.
We were looking for something in a high-class district suitable for noble ladies.
The prices were insane.
"…Thirty gold coins per month…"
That was three million yen. Crazy.
Coché needed quite a large space. Noble wives loved to chat for hours and never wanted to leave. The more seats, the better. Plus she needed room for her extensive tea collection.
"Those ladies have turned it into their gathering spot."
Noble wives basically had one job: socializing with other noble wives. Their husbands' promotions often depended on those connections.
Because status gaps meant people ignored you, the wives could stay from opening until closing without feeling guilty. They'd chat nonstop, drink endless tea, and snack on cookies and crepes.
Coché wanted her new shop to become that kind of safe, comfortable space again.
"Lower status actually worked in our favor before."
We kept walking and talking until we reached the next property.
"…There are so many private rooms."
A large open floor plus many small private rooms. Unusual layout for this world.
"Are you Izumi-sama? The bank told me you might be interested in buying."
The owner appeared.
"Yes. I'm planning a shop for noble ladies."
He nodded.
"Then this property would be perfect. It's right next to the noble district, and the private rooms allow intimate conversations."
"Purchase price is 1000 gold. Rent is 50 gold per month."
"…1000 gold?"
One hundred million yen.
Rent was 5 million per month—60 million a year. The building would pay for itself in under two years.
"I need the money immediately," the owner said with a polite smile.
"If it's really 1000 gold, I'll pay right away."
Another big purchase.
Money really flew out of my hands these days.
Then I got a message: the ordered clothes were ready.
"Izumi-san! How do they look?!"
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
The tailor had done an amazing job with the special fabric.
"In my country, women wear this sacred outfit at weddings."
The tailor grinned lewdly.
"You're turning something holy into something perverted, huh?"
"Guhehe. We're both guilty~"
I also bought several extra outfits while I was there.
"…? Auu~?"
"What is this…?"
Miu and Au had gotten chubby again.
Miu's rapid growth spurt hid it a little, but Au's belly was noticeably round and her face was puffier. They kept skipping Tiana's training.
So today was diet day.
"It's hooot~"
"Auu~"
I'd dressed both of them in full-body training suits that covered them from neck to ankles.
"Sweat it out!"
"It's hooot~"
"Auuu~"
They were already drenched in sweat just walking along the island beach. The sun was blazing, but the sea breeze felt nice.
"Sweat more and lose weight!"
"Auu~♡"
"Auu-chan♡"
Before we knew it, the three of us had ended up in our usual threesome.
But I didn't let them take off the training suits.
I wanted them to keep sweating.
"We'll serve you a lot♡♡♡"
"Auu~♡♡♡"
The two beast girls licked my cock eagerly with their rough, sandpaper-like tongues. The unique texture felt incredible.
"Both of you—move your heads more."
"Yes♡♡♡"
"Auu~♡♡♡"
They started bobbing their heads vigorously, rubbing my shaft with their tongues and throats.
My cock quickly became rock-hard.
"First, Miu. Don't swallow."
"Y-Yes♡♡♡"
I grabbed her head and unloaded straight into her mouth.
*SPURT—!!*
Miu's face turned bright red, eyes hazy with pleasure, but she obediently held my load in her mouth without swallowing.
"Good girl. Now you, Au."
"Auu~♡♡♡"
With Au I showed no mercy. I grabbed her hair and used her mouth like a cheap onahole, slamming her head back and forth.
"Nnnnngh!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Au's eyes rolled back, but her pussy was squirting inside the training suit, love juice audibly soaking the fabric.
*SPURT—!!*
I pumped the second thick load deep into Au's throat.
"Nnnnnhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
I kept both of their mouths full of cum and finally peeled off the sweat-soaked training suits.
Their pussies were drenched—love juice dripping in thick strings, steam rising from the heat.
"Now, feed each other my cum. Push it into the other's pussy with your mouths."
Both girls smiled happily.
"Nnnnhhh♡♡♡♡♡ Au-chan♡♡♡ I'll give you lots of Master's thick cum♡♡♡"
"Auuuuhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
They eagerly pressed their cum-filled mouths against each other's dripping slits and pushed my seed inside with their tongues.
The air filled with the heavy scent of sweat, saliva, love juice, and thick semen.
"Auuuuhhh♡♡♡"
"Let's kiss♡♡♡"
Their faces glistening with the messy mixture, they locked lips, tongues swirling passionately.
I slid my cock between their kissing mouths. Without hesitation, they started licking and sucking me together, sharing my shaft between them.
"We are slaves who exist to serve Cock-sama♡♡♡"
"Auuuuhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
The two beast girls licked me with pure devotion, cumming again and again just from the taste and smell while still wearing the sweat-drenched training suits.
Their rough tongues, the obscene sounds, the constant dripping of mixed fluids, and their desperate, adorable "Auu~♡" moans filled the sunny beach as I used them for the rest of the afternoon—facefucking one while the other cleaned my balls with her tongue, slapping their flushed cheeks, pulling their hair, and filling both their pussies and mouths with load after load until they were trembling, cum-stuffed messes.
By the time we finished, both girls were panting, covered in sweat and semen, bellies slightly swollen, faces glazed, and smiling blissfully.
"We'll… keep dieting like this every day…♡♡♡"
"Auu… diet… feels good…♡♡♡"
I patted their heads.
"Good girls. Keep sweating for me."