**Meeting with Miju-san for a consultation.**
"Ah, hiring an ice magician? Sounds good to me."
Miju-san lounged comfortably as she spoke.
"Ice mages never have trouble finding work since there's always stuff that needs freezing, but the hours are so irregular, you know?"
She explained that they usually get called in according to when the materials need to be frozen, so their schedule rarely stays consistent.
"You're planning a yearly exclusive contract, right? Ice mages are popular, but someone should still be available."
I took 100 gold coins and headed to the Magic Guild.
"Oh! Izumi-san! Perfect timing! I was just about to post the recruitment notice, but we already have the perfect person!"
The guild staff greeted me with a bright smile.
"That's great. I brought the payment, so could I meet them first?"
"Thank you. Payment confirmed. Please, come this way."
I was led deeper into the guild, where a woman of refined maturity was waiting.
"You may call me Yawell," she said with a gentle smile.
I wondered how old she was. She looked a little older than Yuira-san.
"Yawell is quite talented," the guild staff added.
"I've started finding early mornings difficult lately…" she admitted.
Ah… so that was the reason.
"The timing worked out perfectly. I just received a request from Izumi-san yesterday. The working hours would be fixed, and there'd be no early-morning shifts. Is that right?"
"None at all," I nodded quickly.
"I'm getting to that age where I no longer want to work through the night or be dragged out of bed at dawn," Yawell explained.
I could understand that completely.
"As for the salary, I have no complaints. I'd be happy to accept the position."
The contract was settled smoothly, and she immediately demonstrated her magic by creating a large quantity of ice.
"Whoa! That's an incredible amount!"
"You mentioned you have other shops too, right?"
"Yes, let me show you around."
We visited Roiza's shop, then Zoil Affair's store, and finally the cabaret club—all the places that regularly needed ice.
"Oh? Yawell?"
Avael, who was inside the cabaret club, looked genuinely shocked.
"…? Excuse me, do I know you?" Yawell tilted her head, not recognizing her at all.
Avael's eyes widened slightly as she realized what that reaction meant—Yawell had no memory of her current youthful appearance.
"…Ah, my apologies. You simply looked familiar… that's all."
But Yawell narrowed her eyes and stared hard at Avael.
"...Hmm?"
Avael started whistling innocently, trying to play it off.
Then, in the most natural tone possible, Yawell said:
"Avael, hurry up and fix that broken flute of yours already."
"It's not broken, damn it!!!"
And just like that, Avael's identity was completely exposed.
Well… Avael had been pretty careless from the start.
"So? What the hell is this?" Yawell asked, pinching Avael's cheek and stretching it.
"Unyaaanyaa~"
Avael made a ridiculous noise.
"You're not even using creative magic for a disguise. You really did get younger?"
"Yep, that's right~"
Yawell made an extremely complicated face.
"Running away from old age… really now…"
"You're still young-looking to begin with, so it's fine for you, but…"
I blinked.
"…Wait, does that mean you and Avael are…?"
Before I could finish asking if their ages were actually close, Avael answered:
"She's seven years younger than me."
"Ehhh…" So Avael's real age was around fifty-six?
That would make Yawell…
"No way!?"
She looked like she was in her early forties at most. I never would have guessed she was nearly fifty.
"But lately it's been getting impossible. The reason I wanted to change jobs was this skin of mine," Yawell said with a gloomy sigh.
Was she talking about wrinkles? They weren't even that noticeable.
"With such an obvious rejuvenation, you definitely couldn't go back to your old job," Yawell told Avael in a half-exasperated, half-amused tone.
"Well… compared to everyone thinking I was dead, this is way better."
Yawell smiled, looking just a little bit happy.
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That night, I felt exhausted from everything that had happened with Mizakura. I decided to sleep alone.
Going to the villa would probably lead to sex with someone again, so I chose to stay in my room at the main mansion instead.
"Good night~" I muttered to no one in particular, then slipped into bed and fell asleep.
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**(Mizakura's POV)**
"Hiiiiii♡♡♡♡♡ So pathetic…♡♡♡♡♡"
I was masturbating frantically in front of a large mirror.
On the big-screen TV beside me played the recorded footage of my wedding vow ceremony with Izumi.
"Which is more important to you—work or family?" Ami's voice asked.
And I had answered, voice dripping with lust:
"Faaamilyyy♡♡♡♡♡ I want to be a cute little wifey♡♡♡♡♡ I'll keep my puffy, sloppy pussy dripping wet at all times♡♡♡♡♡ Ready to be used as an onahole wife who accepts Master's cock anytime, anywhere♡♡♡♡♡ I'll cherish our family so much~♡♡♡♡♡"
"Hnguuuuh♡♡♡♡♡ Being turned into an onahole wife is so humiliating…♡♡♡♡♡ And this writing on my face won't come off at alllll♡♡♡♡♡"
I faced the mirror, desperately fingering myself.
Ever since that day, I had taken time off work. Ami had been covering for me, working extra hard.
Whenever something urgent came up, she would call me immediately, and somehow we were managing.
That was fine.
But during those hours, I couldn't stop…
"Izumi…♡♡♡♡♡ If my pussy has been turned into such a lewd, flapping, slutty cunt…♡♡♡♡♡ I can never go back to how I was before…♡♡♡♡♡"
Thanks to the nipple piercings, my nipples had grown thicker and more sensitive. My entire body was being remade into something shamelessly perverted.
"Baby…♡♡♡♡♡ I can't wait to meet you…♡♡♡♡♡ You're the child I'll have with Izumi…♡♡♡♡♡ I'm so happy…♡♡♡♡♡"
From the video playing beside me came my own recorded voice, sweet and desperate:
"I love you so muuuch♡♡♡♡♡ I adore you…♡♡♡♡♡ Please fill me with lots and lots of babies…♡♡♡♡♡"
In the footage, I was leaning against Izumi, kissing him over and over like a spoiled kitten.
"Aaahhh♡♡♡ I look like such a bitch…♡♡♡♡♡ My face is completely that of a female in heat…♡♡♡♡♡"
I kept masturbating while staring at the video, repeating the cycle again and again.
Then—
*Bzzzt. Bzzzt.*
Izumi's phone vibrated.
I had brought it back with me.
"…Dad…?"
The call was from an unknown number. It rang for a moment before switching to voicemail.
"Izumi—! I'm back in Japan now! Where are you, kid?!"
It was Izumi's father. He had returned.