The caravan had safely reached its destination.
They'd transported 100 bottles of the mead I'd created. Not a single one had broken—thanks to perfect packing and careful handling on the bumpy roads.
"Rikuru! Excellent work!"
"Thank you, sir."
The young man in charge of storage beamed as the caravan leader praised him. Transporting alcohol was routine, but keeping every fragile bottle intact was a first—especially with such expensive cargo.
The leader was overjoyed.
"We'll deliver the promised 50 bottles to the noble as agreed. If we can sell the remaining 50 here in the city, that would be perfect."
He headed straight to the noble's mansion. The aristocrat didn't even bother with greetings; he simply opened one bottle, took a sip, and nodded.
"…Magnificent. The highest-grade honey wine. You brought all fifty?"
"We prepared a full hundred. Storage was flawless."
"Hmm. If the price stays at five gold per bottle, I'll take twenty more."
The leader smiled smoothly.
"We'll prepare them immediately."
The caravan set up camp outside the city walls—their cargo was far too valuable to risk leaving in an inn.
"Thirty bottles left… Selling them to another noble in a nearby town would be quickest, but there's always the risk of breakage. I'd rather move them right here if possible."
While the leader discussed options with the crew, Rikuru spoke up.
"I heard this city has famous high-class courtesans."
The men chuckled.
"Come on, we just had a great deal, but buying whores…"
Rikuru remained serious.
"This is sweet honey wine. The noble bought it for a woman. High-class courtesans would surely want it too, wouldn't they?"
The leader's eyes widened, then sparkled.
"That's worth considering. It's still early. Let's go make a sales call."
High-class courtesans could easily earn ten gold in a single night, so they were extremely careful with their bodies and never touched cheap alcohol.
When the leader and Rikuru opened a bottle and offered tastes, the reaction was explosive.
"Is this really made purely from honey?"
One beauty asked, then dabbed some on her wrist and sniffed.
"…Incredible purity. This might never appear in this city again. Price?"
"Seven gold per bottle. Discounts for bulk."
Another seductive woman smiled coyly.
"Honey wine kisses sound wonderful~"
She took a sip and leaned over to kiss the woman beside her.
"So sweet♡"
The kissed woman moaned happily.
"How many bottles do you have?"
"Thirty."
The seductive beauty licked her lips.
"I'll take all of them. One hundred and fifty gold."
"Whooooa!!! This trip was a massive success!"
The leader was ecstatic.
Five hundred gold from alcohol alone. After the purchase cost of one hundred gold, that was four hundred gold profit. Half went to the guild, leaving two hundred gold pure profit for the caravan—plus other deals brought the total to two hundred fifty gold.
An insane profit for a one-way trip.
They'd also secured a new sales channel targeting high-class courtesans.
"Mead will be our main product from now on!"
The most relaxing moment for any caravan was when the cargo was gone and the gold safely deposited with the guild.
With nothing left to guard, the entire crew drank and celebrated.
"Man, that was incredible!"
They weren't even that far from the capital. No one had expected such huge profits in such a short time.
"Maybe we should focus on mead trading from now on. You'd get to see your wife more often, Rikuru."
Rikuru smiled gently.
"That would make me very happy."
His wife, Rai, lived in the capital. They'd recently had a child.
"We men can enjoy women on the road, but wives can't do the same. I don't want to make her feel too lonely."
In this world, men cheating was normal. Women who did the same could be enslaved. No one found it strange.
The whole caravan planned to visit the brothels tonight.
But Rikuru simply smiled.
"She's a kind and chaste wife. I'd be glad to see her more often."
He trusted Rai's fidelity without a shred of doubt.
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"Oooooohhhhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ I love cheating creampie sex so muuuuuch♡♡♡♡♡"
Rai was moaning like usual, voice dripping with lust.
The caravan guild had called her in.
"Mead sold out completely. Payment's ready."
The guild master always stayed in contact via long-distance magic. Once any branch received the goods, payment was instantly settled.
The guild master—who usually screamed "I don't wanna paaaaay!!!"—had actually prostrated himself.
"Please let us handle all the mead!!!"
He bowed so deeply his forehead touched the floor. (Bow culture existed here and carried similar meaning to Japan.)
"I'm not planning to monopolize it."
"It's amazing! We want other caravans to sell it too!"
"My shop already serves it."
"That's fine. I won't interfere with what you sell at Izumi's place. Just… please don't wholesale it to other merchants."
I wasn't doing that anyway.
"If the pay is good, I'll consider it."
"Please, please!"
He immediately pushed forward a pile of gold coins he'd saved up.
"I want to hand it off to another caravan before this one returns. When can you have more?"
"I didn't reveal it's magically produced, so sudden huge orders might look suspicious. But I have stock. One week for another hundred bottles?"
"That should be the limit. We don't want the market flooded. We'll prepare the bottles and send them over."
"Got it~"
Aside from payment complaints, this guild master was actually very efficient.
"That caravan apparently opened a high-class courtesan sales route. They'll make a fortune for a while. Safe land routes with big profits are rare—hope they keep it up."
That was the caravan her husband belonged to.
Thanks to her husband, they'd made a killing.
So while I had Rai on all fours, slamming into her from behind without mercy, I told her casually:
"Your husband's coming back soon~"
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh♡♡♡ Then why are you—♡♡♡♡♡"
"Marking you, obviously?"
I was busy marking her pussy and womb with thick loads of my cum.
"I'm being maaaarked♡♡♡♡♡ My pussy is being claimed again♡♡♡♡♡ I've been completely dominated for so long alreadyyyy♡♡♡♡♡"
Rai drooled shamelessly while screaming in pleasure.
When we paused to talk, she said matter-of-factly:
"He's probably fucking some whore in a brothel in that city right now."
She spoke about her husband's habits without any bitterness.
"Yuiira seemed troubled by it, but she overthinks. We're a caravan family. When the job's done, of course the men buy whores. They're spending money in that city—it's normal. I stopped feeling conflicted long ago."
Rai was incredibly open-minded about it.
"Besides, I'm cheating too, so it's fair, right? Lots of caravan wives have lovers. Husbands are gone for months."
"I see."
"We're both taking care of each other's needs♡ Please keep using me from now on too♡♡♡"
With all awkwardness gone, I decided to have some real fun.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ Something like thiiiis♡♡♡♡♡ I won't be able to face my husband anymoreeee♡♡♡"
I'd been graffitiing her face with permanent magical ink.
'Cheating Whore Wife'
'Earning Money With My Body'
'Womb Already Sold'
Yeah… she definitely wouldn't be able to face him like this.
"Hopefully it fades before he gets back."
"Fugiiiiiiii♡♡♡♡♡ With this on my face♡♡♡ I can't even walk outside anymoreeee♡♡♡"
Rai stared at her reflection in the mirror, eyes glazed with lust, pussy clenching and squirting as another orgasm ripped through her.
I grabbed a fistful of her soft hair and yanked her head back hard, forcing her to look at her own marked face in the mirror while I slammed into her from behind.
"Look at yourself, you filthy cheating wife. Your husband trusts you completely, and here you are—face covered in whore graffiti, pussy stuffed with another man's cum."
*SMACK!*
I slapped her ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint.
"Hiiiii♡♡♡ Yes—♡♡♡ I'm a dirty cheating slut♡♡♡ My husband's coming home soon and I'm still getting fucked♡♡♡"
I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed, choking her while I pounded her cervix mercilessly.
"Tell me what you are."
"I'm… a married woman whose womb belongs to another man♡♡♡ A cheating cumdump who cums harder when she thinks about her husband♡♡♡ Choke me—♡♡♡ Slap my face while you breed me♡♡♡"
*SMACK! SMACK!*
I slapped her marked cheek twice, the sound echoing loudly.
Her pussy spasmed violently around me.
I pulled out suddenly, shoved my cock down her throat, and started facefucking her roughly, using her hair like reins.
*GLUCK—! GLUCK—! GLUCK—!*
"Clean the cock that just ruined your married pussy. Taste your own juices mixed with my cum, you cheating whore."
She gagged and choked happily, tears mixing with the ink on her face, but her hips kept twitching, begging to be filled again.
I yanked her head off my cock with a wet pop, slapped her face again—*SMACK!*—then flipped her onto her back.
Pinning her legs wide open, I slammed back inside and railed her in a deep mating press, one hand choking her neck, the other pulling her hair.
Every brutal thrust made her marked face bounce.
"Beg your husband's friend to cum inside his wife again."
"Please—♡♡♡ Cum inside this cheating wife♡♡♡ Fill the pussy that belongs to you, not my husband♡♡♡ Make me pregnant with your child while he's on the road♡♡♡ Slap me harder—choke me—use me like the whore I am♡♡♡"
I kept going for round after filthy round—facefucking, choking, slapping her marked cheeks, yanking her hair, and pumping load after thick load into her married womb while she screamed obscene confessions at her own reflection.
By the time I finally pulled out, Rai was a trembling, cum-drenched wreck.
Her face was still boldly marked with degrading words, her belly slightly swollen from creampies, cheeks glowing red from repeated slaps, and a blissful, broken smile on her lips.
She panted weakly, voice hoarse:
"…When my husband comes back… I'll still be leaking your cum… and wearing your graffiti♡♡♡ Please… keep marking this unfaithful wife whenever you want♡♡♡"
I stroked her messy hair and smirked.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure the marks last long enough for him to see what a good little cheating slut his wife has become."
Rai moaned softly, eyes fluttering in afterglow, completely satisfied and utterly owned.