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The funniest thing that happened when I came to this globe was the time I burst out laughing about how they use grass for contraception here and said, "Yikes, do you get high?", and Madam replied, "You lot do not," with a completely straight face.

"You've never heard of luvya grass?" she said. "Every herbalist effectually here carries it. Yous must exist from awfully far out in the country."

I tin can't believe I got chosen a bumpkin by someone from a world in which non only are there no internet or phones, much less smartphones, but as well no electricity or cars. To all my Tokyo peeps, I am seriously distressing. She totally dissed our metropolis.

Merely in this world, patently this place is urban. But a fleck agone an orc kidnapped some kids, merely I estimate this is a big city even with things similar that going on just outside information technology. I've never heard of that sort of matter except on The Globe's Astonishing News, only okay.

Still, I have to get along with these fantasy people from at present on. Otherwise I'm orc chow.

This is no time to crack jokes—I have to pay attention to what she'southward saying.

"Before yous slumber with a customer, accept some of the gooey paste made by crushing this grass and stick it mode up inside you. A fingerful is enough. When you're done, scrape it out along with the cum, clean upward, and reapply before the adjacent customer."

Madam was a lady beautiful and mature enough that it made sense to call her Madam, and then elegant you lot'd never guess she was the possessor of a brothel. Information technology was sexy how she said "cum" like it was nothing.

This goes without saying, but she was and then used to explaining the process that she didn't blush or annihilation.

That's when it sunk in: Man, I'm really gonna exist working every bit a prostitute.

"If you don't know well-nigh contraception, take you lot ever even slept with a man before?"

"Yeah, uh, about ten of them."

"Oh, and so yous've been effectually quite a bit for someone so immature. How old are you lot?"

"Nnnineteen...? But virtually twenty."

"You don't have to lie, you know. Nosotros have girls as young as xiv working here."

"Oh, I come across. Sad, where I'chiliad from this sort of work is prohibited for people nether 18."

Madam's optics grew large. "And you lot managed to slumber with ten people despite that! Well, well," she chuckled.

Actually, I was an escort for a lilliputian while during heart school. But I quit correct abroad because my friend, who I trusted, tricked me—or I guess I should say, "used me."

Aside from that I only did it with boyfriends, and I was never the type to cheat.

Withal, I've probably slept with more than ten guys, but eh, it's a pain to try to recollect them all, so ten's fine.

Anyway, equally such, the only job I felt similar I could maybe do when I got thrown into this unfamiliar world was sell sex activity.

I never thought I'd practise this kind of thing once again, and I seriously want to tell my mom and dad I'grand sorry. Only this time information technology'due south to make a living; I don't have a choice.

"Okay. Yous're hired. You seem similar you'll be popular. Welcome to Blue Cat Nocturne, Haru."

"Happy to be here!"

"I'll introduce you lot to everybody, so for today just help out at the pub downstairs. Yous can kickoff taking customers once yous learn our rules."

"Okay!"

And so, I became a sex worker in another world.

I totally miss the loftier schoolhouse life I used to take, but I died and got sent to this earth. I didn't hear anything about a manner to get back, so for at present I simply have to do my best to survive.

The high school girl Haru Koyama's life restarted in a world similar a dumb otaku phone game, and she quietly transformed into a working girl.

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That's the kinda sad way my life at the brothel started, only I got used to it pretty much right abroad.

Every day I waitress at the pub, flirt with and occasionally flash my panties at the customers, sleep with the ones who ask, wash up quick, and get back to the pub. Nosotros're open 'till tardily.

I idea it would exist like a soapland back in Japan, so maybe I could just await effectually in bed 'till someone showed up, merely in this world a brothel is practically the same affair equally a pub. Of form, they accept normal confined too, just usually drinks and girls come up as a fix. I mean, I suppose it'due south a logical way to get your kicks.

This globe is the middle of fucking nowhere, and there'southward a rampaging demon lord, monsters, and whatnot. The city we work in is right on the front line of this state of war against the demon lord'due south regular army, and so there are lots of soldiers and stray fighters, likewise as business organization owners targeting said soldiers and fighters. Nosotros're never hard upward for customers.

Alcohol, girls, and the sloppy laughter of men—yes, it's hopping this evening as usual.

"I'g tellin' ya, at that place'south no monster my ii-handed axe can't cut. You lot can inquire anyone—they all know it's truthful."

"Reallyyy? Wowww! And your muscles are so biiig! Tin I touch them?"

Even that kind of pointless table chatter earns me some alter.

And really, I take my fair share of regulars. Sometimes they take me out for something good to eat. I'm fifty-fifty financially stable enough now that I can purchase new underwear with my tips.

This month I'm number seven in the sales ranking.

Pretty practiced for a newbie considering there are eighteen girls, right? Well, one is a housewife who simply comes in twice a week, and some take day jobs, just still, not as well shabby.

"Oh, fourth dimension's nigh up! What should we do? Wanna keep going upstairs?"

"Already that fourth dimension, huh? You're an interesting child, but also young for my erect. Later. Gah-ha-ha!"

Lately, though, information technology's been bugging me that I can't seem to break through the number v wall.

The month I went on sale I did gangbusters, but after reaching five, I've been floating effectually six or seven forever, even on practiced days.

I'm still new, and I have room to grow, but I was pretty pop in school and take some confidence in my looks. I secretly idea I'd be the one to surpass the five goddesses, so I'm a flake disappointed in myself.

...I approximate it'southward my boobs?

They must be likewise pocket-sized.

That's what I was thinking with a frown on my confront, wiping down tables, when someone chosen me by my last proper noun, "Koyama."

In this world, commoners don't have surnames, unless y'all count mentioning where y'all're from, so in that location'south only one person who knows my last name.

Seiji Chiba.

He was in the same class as me until nosotros got transported to this world together.

"Chiba, I told you. I'thousand 'Haru' at the shop. Say it right!"

"Uh, oh yeah. H-Haru...right. If that's what you want me to call you, I'll try."

"So what'll information technology be? Is the bar fine?"

"Uh, sure. My usual seat."

"Where'southward that again?"

"I-In the corner."

"Okay. Party of one!"

Chiba was his usual nervous self with a weird smile on his face.

This city was full of adventurers—people who exterminated monsters and went exploring for a living—and Chiba was one of them. Every fourth dimension I saw him his confront gradually looked more manly, just the fact that he was a weirdo and yous could never tell what he was thinking didn't change. I've never liked weirdos.

According to someone who went to the same junior loftier as him, there was a flow of time when he was famous for his preteen delusions—I estimate he was a real loser. Lately, since we got hither, he's dyed his hair red and styles it rock hard, just it really doesn't look expert on him, or more like, I ca

north but run across the bizarrely flipped-up bangs as a Bother cap—ugh. He wears a blood-red breastplate and shoulder armor, but they only make him look like an anatomy model.

Maybe he looks cool according to otaku standards? But I don't really go information technology. Or more similar, I don't remember he realizes he'southward nevertheless got a confront total of pimples.

Until we came to this world, I never gave this guy the time of twenty-four hours. To exist blunt, he was basically part of the classroom'south piece of furniture.

While prepping for the school festival, nosotros were in the same shopping group, and he was the one who noticed the runaway truck beginning.

If he would have just warned me, maybe I could have dodged information technology, only instead he ran the hell over and tackled me. Every bit a event we both died and got sent to this other world.

Of course, at that place's no indicate in saying that now. I might accept gotten run over no affair who noticed first, so I didn't bring information technology upwards.

"H-Haru, did you get a haircut?"

"Ahh, yeah. It was getting in the manner, so I cut it off. Looks weird, right?"

I'm pretty sure I explained that I wanted information technology most chin-length and shaggy, simply apparently that didn't get through to the stylist, so I ended up with something like an quondam-school bob. Well, as long every bit information technology's short.

I dunno if it's because people ride horses here or what, but there are lots of dumbasses who take hold of girls' hair and pull it similar reins when they're doing it from backside. Isn't that stupid barbarian?

Anyway, that's why I chopped off my long pilus even though I liked it.

Chiba looked at my head, then my face up, and all the way downward to my feet with a smirk.

That day I was wearing my brusk black dress. The only other one I have is orange and a bit longer, and so Chiba should have been used to seeing information technology...

"Information technology's not weird... It's like Yufumin from SoraDan. Kinda absurd."

"Huh?"

"She's a sub-heroine from one of final twelvemonth's biggest anime. Despite being a lesser protagonist, I'1000 pretty sure she was the virtually popular. She's a maid who serves the main heroine..."

"Hmm. Do you like maids, Chiba?"

"N-No, I don't mean me, I mean similar on the net. She's a loli, and so of course she'due south popular online. I'chiliad not really into that, I mean, I don't actually go it, but I guess in terms of, like, her personality, I appreciate her bravery? Not that I detest the way she looks or anything, simply in that location are lots of other cool characters."

"Uh, okay..."

"Merely Yufumin has blue pilus, and then if y'all dyed yours, you'd look more than like her. Also, she usually speaks really politely, just every once in a while she scolds the protagonist like, 'You can't exercise that!' revealing what she really thinks. They say online that in those moments she'southward acting like a 'mommy,' and then the comments are full of babies—it's hilarious, and—"

I simply started talking to Chiba since we came to this world, and I still don't actually understand his topics of choice, or like, he just rambles about dull stuff.

All he brings up are anime I've never heard of, and when I try to adapt to his tastes past mentioning Conan, he only makes fun of me. And so I don't think he really wants to be my friend at all.

Why did he have to leap on me dorsum then? There was a weirdo princess right there.

"What'south the plan for today? Wanna go upstairs?"

"Oh, uh, yep. If you desire, I guess..."

"Or do you want to effort a different girl?"

"North-No, I'1000 non that kind of guy!"

Chiba got all bewildered and waved his hands, blushing.

Honestly, I retrieve it'south fashion stranger to come to this kind of shop and pay money to sleep with your sometime classmate all the time, but whatsoever.

Well, I demand to have good care of my regulars, and in the beginning it was me who asked him to buy me, and then I took him upstairs.

He looked up my brim the entire way.

"Chiba, yous undress, too."

"Huh? You won't take my clothes off for me? Aren't you guys hither to provide that sort of service?"

"Certain... Then put your arms up."

After I stripped my panties off, I took off all of Chiba's weird, putzy wearing apparel. Meanwhile he was ogling my boobs and pussy to become his uncut baby cock hard.

I laid him downwards on the bed and sat next to him. When I started rubbing him, he said, "Exercise information technology with your mouth..." in the quietest vox, ha.

When I pretended I hadn't heard, he begged, "With your mouth, with your mouth," in a voice similar an erstwhile geezer about to kick the bucket, and then I gave him a little lick.

"Ahh, nnn..." He moaned like a daughter and arched his back, squirming.

He'south the type who will suddenly cum in my oral cavity if I lick him too much, and so I stuck a finger in the jar of boiled and cooled yog nectar (it'southward like lube), got my lovely pink pussy all wet, and shoved the luvya grass contraceptive herb paste up inside.

"Hey, can I put it in...? I tin can't await any longer."

Chiba's eyes relaxed with his grinning and he nodded. "Sure, I guess."

If I said that sort of affair to any other customer, they'd get pissed and be like, "Don't cut corners with me!" I love amateurs—they're so easy!

"How exercise you want to practice it? Me on summit again?"

"Aye. Nevertheless you like to practise information technology."

This is what'southward annoying about Chiba. When I'm on peak I get worn out; I don't like information technology, but he always wants me up there.

He doesn't even potable, but I estimate he intoxicates himself, 'cause he said with these spacey optics, "When you're with me, it doesn't take to be work. We tin have existent sex."

The offset time nosotros did it he didn't know how to thrust, so I took pity and showed him. In his mind that means I was really getting off on him.

Apparently he was so inexperienced that he had to come here and pay 70 rubers (that's the money here) to buy me.

He had mumbled something most having a girlfriend in inferior high, but that had to be a lie. He was a virgin, and even now that he's not, he still has no interest in learning how to fuck a adult female. He just clams upward and lets it happen.

Guys can be expressionless lays, too. He doesn't want to have sex—he wants to jerk off. He comes hither for masturbation, not the existent thing.

Of course, we sex workers have to give these sorts of customers proper service, as well.

I spread my legs wide and showed him my pussy. In this world, shaving your pubes is good manners for both guys and girls, but even though Chiba'southward always staring at my smoothness, he thinks shaving is a pain, and then he doesn't exercise it.

That's annoying to me, so I but go it in as fast equally possible.

"Ah, nnn, you're so big...!"

"Ooh..."

I gave his foreskinned uncomplicated-schooler peepee a squeeze. When everything is on point he'll cum just from that, just I guess I didn't give him enough oral, because he simply bit his lip and took information technology.

"Tin I move? Hey, can I motion?"

I didn't expect for his reply and started rocking my hips. I thrust out my breasts to exist all, Hey, I'm existence sexy. Chiba grabbed the sheets and pointed his toes, stiff as a corpse in deep-freeze, and started mumbling dirty talk.

"Oh man, I'm, doing it with Koyama... Wish I could tell Sekiguchi and the guys..." he panted.

Apparently he really wanted to go back to our world and tell his otaku friends he had sex with me.

Conversely, if information technology ever got out to my friends that I slept with Chiba, I'd probably become kicked out of our LINE group. When I remembered school, I got hella sad. I had friends and a fellow, and information technology was so much fun, so why do I gotta exist in this old-timey fairytale earth fucking this weirdo?

"Koyama, you lot're making such a sexy confront... Ah, my cock is getting you off..."

This guy even knows that until I came to this globe I was going out with a hot J-Soul-type soccer thespian from the grade next door.

He was getting off on that fact. Like he stole me from him or something. You really think I would let that happen, dumbass?<

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But I bit my lip and made a sexy face.

"Yeah, feels sooo good. You're the i who feels the best!"

"Koyama," he panted, "that'south practiced. Keep feeling it. Forget about work—show me your true self!"

Oh, if merely I could. I desire to forget all of this, including you, and go abode.

Just this is Haru Koyama's task now. Gotta make a living, and then I have no choice.

I put a finger in my mouth and, with unfocused eyes, told him, "I'1000 gonna cum."

"Ooh, yep, cum for me! O-Ohh, I'm—I can't—!"

Annnnnd he came.

Seventy rubers' worth of semen paid straight to my pussy.

"How was it, Haru?" he panted. "Was information technology adept?"

"Uh, aye. Suuuper good. How was it for you?"

"Mm, okay."

"Really? I'thousand so glad!"

This little shithead.

"So, it doesn't have to be now, only..." he said, eyeing my boobs as I mentally clicked my natural language, "...wouldn't you desire to quit this and do a unlike chore?"

"Similar what?"

"For instance, like, be a slave?"

"The fuck? What are you talking about?"

"Err, no, I hateful, I approximate they don't accept a word for it hither. I mean more than like a maid."

"Why would I do that? Likewise, who would hire me?"

"Nah, I mean, if you wanted to quit this job, I could hire you lot."

Huh? I mean, of class I wanted to quit, but this just sounded like Chiba wanted to hear me call him "Master."

If he's beingness serious, he's a sicko. Only I exercise kinda smell coin.

"Practice you really brand that much as an adventurer?"

"Well, as an adventurer...I'chiliad kind of a special case. I told you before, didn't I? Nigh my cheat abilities?"

Possibly I had heard it earlier, merely I forgot.

When I told him that honestly, he was like, "What? C'mon!" and poked my boobs, which pissed me off.

"If people found out, they'd go jealous, then don't tell anybody," he said, all pleased with himself, and started to explain.

In this world, there are invisible levels, skills, stats, and whatnot, and those are values that depict a person'due south abilities and strength.

Skills are inborn and specific to an individual. They're really important. Even a higher-level fighter can lose to someone lower depending on their skills. Virtually people only accept 1 of these precious abilities, and very few people put it to good apply. Why? Like I said before, levels and skills are invisible—even the person who has a skill doesn't know information technology.

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