"Increase production? Absolutely impossible."
The merchant handling Izumi's premium sake "Shizuku" gave a cold, flat refusal.
The other party was a high-ranking official from the Divine Church.
"But you would profit as well!"
"That has nothing to do with it. Increasing production is simply not possible."
The merchant spoke carefully, keeping his tone polite but firm.
"Why do you think I'm the only one allowed to handle such an expensive sake? It's because the production volume is so low that there isn't enough to share with anyone else."
Of course, that wasn't the real reason, but the merchant continued to refuse without giving an inch.
(…Getting involved with the Divine Church is the worst possible scenario.)
Izumi had already been supplying the Church with his cheapest alcohol, but only as a free goodwill gesture. If they got their hands on the high-end stuff, they would undoubtedly try to monopolize it and use it for their faith propaganda.
The merchant respected Izumi's sharp business sense and his careful avoidance of entangling with the Church.
"In any case, Shizuku is out of the question."
"Then what about Sekauma?"
"I no longer handle that one either."
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The merchant who dealt in Shizuku came rushing in, visibly panicked.
"The Divine Church is targeting Sekauma now."
They had tried for Shizuku first, but he had firmly refused.
"You should meet with King Rodi immediately. Letting the Church monopolize high-grade alcohol would be disastrous."
The two of them went to see King Rodi together.
"This is bad."
King Rodi wore a deeply troubled expression.
"It's a delicate time right now. I don't want to clash with the Church… but handing over Sekauma would be even worse."
The merchant and the king both wore grim faces, racking their brains for a solution.
Izumi himself had no good ideas either.
"What if we just make a special 'Sekauma 3' exclusively for the Church?"
Both men made complicated expressions.
"No… if you do that…"
"They'll start interfering with the alcohol tax system and demand preferential treatment only for Church-approved products."
Wait, the Church even meddles in taxes?
The three of them were groaning in frustration when a beautiful woman suddenly entered the room.
"Big Brother, what are you all worrying about? This isn't like you at all!"
"Neesle…"
King Rodi's face openly said "Why did you have to show up?"
"I overheard everything! A divine sake to offer to the God-Emperor, made from our own country! Isn't that wonderful?!"
Ah… so this is the kind of person she is.
After a long, pained sigh, King Rodi finally said, "For now, just get out."
"She's quite the famous woman, you know~ Neesle-san~"
The discussion ended half-finished amid the argument of "Get out" versus "I'm not leaving." In the end, Neesle was ushered away with a reluctant "Come again later."
Later, Izumi was discussing future alcohol sales with Yuiira.
"So that's the situation…"
Yuiira also looked troubled. This problem seemed far more difficult than it first appeared.
Izumi didn't fully grasp how serious it was. After all, he was already "supplying" the Church with cheap booze — well, giving it away for free.
"I'll think about it slowly," Yuiira said.
Today, as usual, he worked at the soba shop.
Since the new location opened, soba sales had skyrocketed. Regulars had grown accustomed to the taste, and he had successfully developed several local-style menu items.
"Still… I can make it even better."
Right now he was focused on improving the grain blends. It wasn't going well yet, but he refused to give up.
After all, the shop was full of smiling customers enjoying their meals.
"It's been almost seven years… and we've come this far."
"Reiza, good work today~"
"Yeah!"
After finishing her shift, Reiza stretched her arms high. Even after giving birth, her body remained stunningly slender and beautiful.
"Don't stare at my chest like that."
"Sorry."
He had been staring. Couldn't help it.
"They're not getting any bigger… I heard they're supposed to grow after having a baby."
Reiza was still quite flat-chested.
Both of them were tired, and they had decided not to have sex tonight. They headed upstairs to sleep in the spare room.
When Reiza opened the door—
"…? What is all this?"
"Oh."
Right. He had left some clothes in the room she used to live in.
"…These are impressively perverted outfits…"
Reiza looked around the room with a stunned expression, then picked up something.
"…? Hmm? You're going to use this for erotic stuff too?"
It was a pair of pantyhose.
Reiza — a half-elf with beautiful brown skin.
Brown skin + black pantyhose.
"Please put them on! I'm begging you!"
They looked incredibly promising.
"…W-Well… I guess it's fine."
Reiza hesitated but eventually slipped them on.
Brown skin wrapped in sheer black pantyhose.
"Perfect! It looks so fucking good!"
White skin with black pantyhose was nice too (he'd have to try it on Roiza later), but brown skin with black pantyhose was on another level — pure eroticism.
These had been custom-made by the usual tailor. Since nylon didn't exist here, they were made from an extremely thin, delicate fabric. The tailor had complained it was incredibly difficult work.
"…Where are you looking?"
Reiza sounded embarrassed.
Of course — he had asked her to take her panties off before putting on the pantyhose.
No-panties black pantyhose.
The faint silver pubic hair (matching her silver hair) was visible through the sheer black fabric. The contrast was strangely lewd.
"Reiza… can I lick your pussy while you're still wearing the pantyhose?"
"…I thought we said no sex tonight."
If it's erotic and he gets excited, of course he wants to fuck!
He dove in greedily, licking and sucking at her pussy through the thin black fabric.
"Hyan♡♡♡"
Reiza let out a ticklish moan, but more and more love juice started soaking through the pantyhose.
The fabric quickly became drenched with her juices, his saliva, and sweat. The strongest scent was unmistakably Reiza's aroused pussy.
"S-So intense♡♡♡ This is turning me on so much♡♡♡ Getting licked through the pantyhose feels crazy♡♡♡"
Before long, Reiza had pulled off her top and was pinching her own nipples.
"Reiza, you're soaking wet."
"Being licked while still wearing them… it's too much♡♡♡"
Her clit had swollen slightly, so he sucked it hard through the fabric.
*Schlurp!*
"Fiiiiiiiiiiii♡♡♡♡♡"
Reiza's body jerked violently.
"That's too much♡♡♡ The fabric is pressing against it♡♡♡ The stimulation is way too stronggggg♡♡♡♡♡"
She screamed, grabbed the back of his head, and ground her pantyhose-covered pussy hard against his face.
He responded by sucking her clit even more aggressively through the sheer material.
"I'm cummingggggggggggg!!!!!!"
A huge gush of love juice sprayed out, soaking the pantyhose and his face.
Even after she came, her orgasm didn't stop.
"I'm still cumminggggg!!! It won't stoppppp♡♡♡♡♡"
Her body went limp as she kept squirting, a lewd puddle forming beneath her.
"Tonight let's keep the pantyhose on. Instead, use your mouth to serve me."
Reiza smiled happily and crawled toward his cock.
"Yes♡♡♡♡♡ Let Reiza's mouth-pussy make you cum a lot♡♡♡♡♡"
She took his entire length into her mouth in one go, using her throat like a sleeve and sucking desperately.
"Nnnnnhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
Seeing the usually energetic and strong-willed Reiza desperately deepthroating him while wearing nothing but cum-soaked black pantyhose pushed him over the edge.
"I'm cumming!"
"Nnnnnhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
*SPURT—!!!!*
He pulled back slightly and unloaded straight into her mouth instead of her throat.
Then—
"Reiza, smear that cum all over your black pantyhose."
"♡♡♡♡♡"
Reiza stuck her tongue out lewdly, showing off the thick load in her mouth, then let some drip onto her hands. She rubbed the warm, sticky semen all over the crotch of her pantyhose.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ This smell is making me cum again♡♡♡♡♡"
She started frantically fingering herself through the cum-smeared pantyhose.
The obscene mixture of her love juice, his semen, and their saliva filled the air.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ My fingers won't stopppp♡♡♡ Pantyhose masturbation feels so goooood♡♡♡♡♡"
While she masturbated through the ruined pantyhose, he rubbed his cock all over her face.
"Nnnnnhhhhh♡♡♡ It's hard again already♡♡♡ This time cum on my face, okay?♡♡♡"
Reiza looked up at him with pure bliss as she rubbed her cheeks and lips against his shaft.
He grabbed her silver hair and stroked himself furiously.
*SPURT—!!!!*
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh♡♡♡ So much♡♡♡ It got in my hair too♡♡♡♡♡"
After that, they went at it for hours.
He facefucked her while she wore the cum-drenched pantyhose, slapped her cheeks, choked her throat, pulled her hair, and kept pumping load after load — sometimes into her mouth, sometimes across her face and silver hair, sometimes rubbing it into the already-soaked crotch of the black pantyhose while she fingered herself like a bitch in heat.
Every time she came, he made her thank him by licking his balls or cleaning his cock.
By the end, Reiza was a complete mess — face, hair, tits, and black pantyhose absolutely glazed in thick layers of semen. She lay there panting, legs spread, silver pubic hair visible through the ruined, cum-soaked fabric, smiling with pure, satisfied lust.
"…We're definitely doing this again," she whispered hoarsely.
He stroked her messy silver hair and smirked.
"Good girl. Next time I'll fuck you through the pantyhose without taking them off."
Reiza moaned softly, already looking forward to it.