JK Haru is a Sex Worker in Another World Page 6

  “Ha-ha, okay, cut it out. That’s enough being a cat.”

  Oh, c’mon, you like it.

  His thighs shivered.

  Inside my mouth, his cock was hardening up.

  “Nya?”

  He shyly looked away.

  I stared at him from up close, like a cat, then turned around on all fours and stuck my butt way up in the air.

  “Nyan?”

  My freshly lubed and luvya-grassed pussy glistened.

  Mister, I know you. You don’t buy girls very often, but you like ogling butts.

  There are more ass guys than tit guys in this world.

  “...”

  The man silently brought his cock closer. I wiggled my butt and purposely moved away.

  “Hey!” he said, like he was scolding a cat. Still blushing, he grabbed my butt.

  In came the cock.

  “I haven’t done it with my wife in so many years, I’m probably awful.”

  After making an embarrassed excuse, he slowly started to move his hips.

  So you wouldn’t guess from his face, but he’s the easily embarrassed type. It had been a long time since I’d done it at that pace, so it sort of tickled and felt kind of good.

  “Nyaaaa.”

  “I told you, you can stop that.”

  “Nya, nyaa.”

  “...Geez.”

  I started moving my hips along with his. He was blushing bright red, but he seemed to feel good.

  “You really are a cute cat.”

  I’m glad I can make him happy.

  This makes me feel kind of good. I’m providing the right service. Operation Cat Ears is a huge success.

  He started to pick up the pace. It seemed like he had regained his confidence.

  “Nyaan, nya, nyan, nyaa!”

  “Yeah, that’s good. I think I’m gonna cum soon. I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!”

  Yeah, I do want a tail. It would be cute if I could stick it straight out at times like this.

  He came a lot, all inside me.

  Then he awkwardly put his clothes back on and asked, “Can I request you again some time?”

  “Of course, nyan♪”

  He laughed bashfully and tipped me five rubers.

  Yay!

  I took my time in the shower and then put my cat ears back on. I’m gonna make a haul today.

  But when—tra-la-la—I got downstairs, there was some kind of commotion.

  The guild master’s snob of a son and his posse were shouting.

  “Hey, where’s Shequraso? She’s usually here today, isn’t she?”

  “The young master has arrived. Shouldn’t she at least come out and say hi?”

  “A little bird told me she was out meeting a man, but that can’t be true, can it? I’m pretty sure we told her she couldn’t make plans without the young master’s permission!”

  What were they using to make their hair that hard, glue? They could wear side parts and fancy clothes to pretend to be high-class people, but they couldn’t hide their vulgar personalities.

  The persistent man with the snake-like face, who featured most often in Shequraso’s backbiting, was bothering Madam with two of his lackies.

  “I’m sorry, but Shequraso has the day off.”

  “What? So she is with a man, then?”

  “No, she said she was going to visit family.”

  It was the weekend date she’d been so excited about. Madam didn’t want this guy bothering them. She wants her girls to be happy.

  But the guild master’s son curled his mouth into a smile.

  “Family? Prostitutes don’t have family. Is she gonna come back with a little mutt in tow?”

  Only his lackies laughed. All the other customers were put off.

  Madam managed a smile, but I, in my cat ears, sure couldn’t.

  “Young Master, our most popular girl is open at the moment.”

  “Not interested. I’m here to listen to Shequraso sing. And I’ve got some business with her ass. Get her over here.”

  “...I’ll get you a drink. Please enjoy yourself.”

  Madam’s face didn’t so much as flinch, but dealing with the guild master’s son was tricky, even for her.

  She got him a drink and recommended other girls, but he wouldn’t calm down.

  Shequraso’s a hero for putting up with this guy all the time. Of course, she gets paid a fair amount, but I really hate guys like him, so I respect her for it.

  And I get why she would want to talk about him behind his back.

  “Oh, hey, there’s a little mutt here already.”

  He turned my way and started saying something. About a puppy? Where?

  “You, the little one in black. Are you Shequraso’s dog?”

  “N-No, no, I’m a c...c-c-cat.”

  I was so shaken I stuttered.

  Are you serious? Please don’t mess with me right now. It’ll be too tragic.

  “Do you know where Shequraso went? If you’re her dog, you should know, right?”

  I had an idea. She talks a surprising amount about her secrets.

  But I would die before telling him.

  “Or will you serve us in her place? Hmm?”

  Lupe was approaching with drinks, but I stopped her with eye contact. Thanks, bestie, but I’m prepared to put my body on the line for my friend, too.

  “It will be my pleasure to serve you! Woof-woof!”

  I’m a cat, but whatever.

  They laughed mockingly and one of the lackies took out his fat wallet with a wink.

  “Then first we’ll have Talking Time.”

  He stacked 40 rubers on the table.

  That was Shequraso’s rate, but I had no reservations about taking it. When I went to sit down, though, the rich jerk yelled at me. “Really? Not there! Why would a dog sit in a chair? That’s where you sit.” He pointed at his feet and grinned a nasty grin.

  The other customers pretended not to see. Sumo was the only one getting upset.

  Chiba, why did you leave? This is the kind of situation where you’re actually useful. I’ll give you head, so come back, dumbass.

  I let out a dog whine.

  But of course he couldn’t take a hint, so I sat on the floor with perfect posture. Operation Cat Ears is a huge failure.

  Woof-Woof (Cat)

  “Say something. We paid, didn’t we?”

  The rich jerk and his posse looked down at me coldly.

  “Uhh, I know this dude who calls himself Crimson-something-or-other and works at the arena. He’s a total idiot—it’s really hilarious. The other day—”

  “Dog.”

  “Yes?”

  “A dog doesn’t speak fluent human, does it? Bark.”

  “...Woof-woof. Waoooo.”

  He and his posse laughed loudly, but the rest of the pub was unenthused.

  Is this abuse? Is it? Maybe this was a bad idea... I’m not used to this kind of bullying.

  “Dog, how much are you per shot?”

  “Seventy rubers—woof.”

  “Okay, I’ll buy you.” He stacked 70 rubers on the table and said, “First, suck it.” Without moving. He just sat there.

  He was looking down at me with icy eyes that said, Start right here. The pub fell silent. A chill was in the air, and I wished I could take the cat ears off.

  “Wa-waoo?”

  “I said, ‘Suck it,’ dog. You must know at least that trick.”

  I looked at the posse, thinking he couldn’t possibly be serious, but they were also glaring at me with these looks on their faces—down at the pitiful puppy-kitten-whatever creature.

  Madam approached, clearing her throat. “Young Master, we’ll prepare a special room for you, so—”

  “My father played around like this here when he was young. He said he and his friends would drink and pass girls around all night. Madam, you were here back then, right?”

  Madam’s expression didn’t change, but she did hesitate a minute before saying, “Was I?”
with a faint smile.

  But she couldn’t say anything else back. It was probably true. There are piles and piles of guys here who would have no issues doing something like that.

  I read the room and said, “Please allow me to suck you—woof!”

  Seeing the ripple that went through the room, the rich jerk laughed again. “What a clever dog!”

  “Woof-woof!”

  I undid the buttons of his clothes, something like a fitted suit, and out came a surprisingly big cock.

  I grabbed it and started licking like a dog. Even though I was wearing cat ears.

  He had the gall to have one fantastic cock. Dark with a nice curve. It was so nice I wanted to take a picture and show it to my friends.

  Maybe he wants to flaunt it. I made sure the other customers could see and licked slowly from the base up to help him show off how big it was.

  “So how is it, little mutt? How does the Young Master’s cock taste?” one of guys with him said like a moron.

  I answered like a moron right back, “Totally yummy—woof!”

  He laughed his ass off and then said, “Then put it in!” and shoved my head down to force the dark cock into my mouth.

  From there he got a tight grip on my hair and started moving my head. The tip of dude’s cock hit the back of my throat, and it hurt so bad I got tears in my eyes, but that must have been funny to them, because he sped up. They really went to town on my mouth.

  “Nnn, nnnn, ngh, ngh.”

  “Hey, no teeth!”

  “You know what’ll happen to you if you leave a mark on the Young Master’s cock, don’t you?”

  No one in the pub was talking anymore. Some customers started to leave. I was mostly praying the idiot would just cum already—as one of the girls, I felt responsible for the ruined atmosphere.

  There were probably some creeps getting horny watching me get abused. Guys like that probably love this sort of thing.

  Go ahead and watch. I’m a pro, you know. I got a bunch of spit together so it would be noisier. I put my hand up my dress and pretended to masturbate.

  “Ha-ha! Look at that. This dog’s getting off.”

  “She’s not even on the level of a dog.”

  “C’mon, take it deeper.”

  “Nnnn, ngh,”—schlurp—“Nn, nn.”

  As the customers grew more transfixed, the rich jerk and his friends went even further.

  “Haru...”

  Someone murmured my name, sounding concerned.

  But I didn’t have the bandwidth to pay attention. It hurt and I could hardly breathe. That dark cock was starting to piss me off.

  Then, with no heads-up, he suddenly ejaculated, the asshole.

  The moron pulling my hair pressed my head down with all his might, so the dark cock smacked my throat thingie, and to top it off, semen started pouring down the wrong tube.

  “Urk, gack, guh!”

  “Ow, what the fuck!”

  When I choked, my teeth touched him, so he slapped me.

  “Gimme a break, you shitty mutt. Fuck, that hurt... Hey, hold her down.”

  Semen dribbled out of my mouth as he flipped me over. Next, the posse bro got me lying face-down on the table.

  Then they flipped my dress up to reveal my white underwear.

  The shop had started buzzing, and I heard someone shout an excited, “Ooh!” One guy even whistled when they uncovered my smooth bottom.

  “This dumb dog needs to be trained.”

  The rich jerk took his belt off. The belts here are made of tanned bark, so they’re rougher than leather and hard. He took it and whipped my bottom as hard as he could.

  “That hurts!”

  When I screamed, he hit me again.

  “Dogs don’t talk!”

  It hurt so bad I thought the skin had to be broken.

  But I kept it together and pretended to cry like a dog. “Awooo, awoo!”

  “Ha-ha-ha! Stupid dog!”

  He may very well have let me off with three strikes because of my good dog impression.

  But the rich jerk’s training didn’t end there—his rock-hard cock approached.

  Someone whistled again. I made a dog whine, “Aoo-wao,” like, Do whatever you want.

  “One moment, Young Master. I’ll prepare her for you without delay.”

  Madam came over with lube and a towel.

  It stung a bit when she put lube on my bottom where he’d beaten me, but yog lube is good for wounds, too; it melted into my irritated skin right away.

  “It’ll be over soon, so please stick it out,” Madam whispered as she lubed up my pussy.　 “They descend on the shop like this, but once they get what they want, they should be satisfied and leave. I’ll give you paid time off, so please hang on just a little longer.”

  I whined like a dog as she shoved luvya grass up inside me.

  This sort of thing isn’t even uncommon in this world. It could happen anytime.

  I had decided I would make my living as a sex worker, so dealing with perverts like this is no big deal.

  “Hey, bitch. Can’t you beg?”

  Coming right up, asshole.

  “I-I want your cock, sir—woof-woof.”

  “You can do better than that.”

  “I want your dark, hard cock right now—woof-woof.”

  “More.”

  “I want you to punish this dumb bitch with your magnificent, powerful, darkly gleaming cock—woof-woof!”

  “Ah-ha-ha! This dog is seriously messed up in the head.”

  Even the other customers laughed, and I just zoned out, half mad, half embarrassed.

  Everyone was watching me, and I was a laughingstock, about to be raped, but I just didn’t care anymore.

  Ahh, am I turning stupid?

  “I...I’ll pay 80 rubers!”

  That’s when someone pounded a table.

  Sumo was standing there, blushing furiously.

  “Eighty rubers. I’m paying more than your 70. I’m...buying Haru.”

  At the end, he hung his head weakly, but he was buying me for the first time.

  “Huh? What’re you talkin’ about, Fatty?”

  “The young master bought this girl. You go make do with another one.”

  Frightened by the threat, Sumo nonetheless shouted, “There should still be time! In this shop, you’re allowed to steal a girl until she’s taken upstairs. The second floor is where the rooms for making love are. Haru doesn’t belong to you yet.”

  Sumo was right. I was the one who had explained it to him.

  “I win because I put up more money than you. I’m buying Haru!”

  Sumo’s hands and knees were both shaking. The rich jerk laughed at him and, exchanging glances with his posse, stacked 100 rubers on the table.

  “Now are you happy? Get outta here, Fatt—”

  “One hundred fifty!”

  More money came out of Sumo’s surprisingly thick wallet.

  Rich Jerk raised an eyebrow and made his pile into 200. But Sumo just pounded the table again with 300.

  “I’ll pay a th-thousand, or even two! I’m buying Haru. You can’t mistreat her anymore!” Sumo screamed, breathing roughly and in tears, his whole face bright red.

  The shop had gone silent, so I could hear when one of the posse dudes leaned in to whisper in Rich Jerk’s ear, “Young Master, this chubster’s the son of the owner of Jay’s Cafe on South Street. That’s the food services guild master, so please don’t pick a fight with this guy.”

  Rich Jerk clicked his tongue—“This is ridiculous”—and put away his cock. “Three hundred for one dog? Are you crazy? Well, pigs and dogs go together. Have fun, chef,” he spat, bumping into Sumo’s shoulder on his way out. Once he was gone, the other customers started bad-mouthing him as if to patch things up, Lupe and the others wrapped me in a blanket and comforted me, and Sumo sheepishly held up his beett mug to all the people who wanted to give him cheers.

  “This is my room. It’s your first time here, huh?”


  The room we take our customers to is the same room we always sleep in. I don’t have much stuff, but with Sumo inside, it suddenly felt cramped.

  I think he actually waited, standing there stiffly, the whole time I was taking my shower.

  “You can sit there.”

  When I had him sit on the bed, it made a horrendous squeaking racket.

  There goes my mattress. I wonder if I can get the shop to pay to fix it.

  Sumo was too nervous and sweating bullets. His handkerchief could never handle it, so I lent him a bath towel.

  After what happened, he had tried to take back the 300 and pull out—“Maybe I won’t do this after all”—but Madam took it and told him, “Rules are rules.”

  He seemed to regret buying me on the spur of the moment and kept apologizing. Since he liked me in a pure way, he must have had some resistance to the idea of paying money for me.

  Sure, but I’m still a sex worker, dude. Virgins are such weird creatures.

  Tonight, though, I would have him cast off his virginity. That’s what I decided.

  “You really don’t like this sort of thing?”

  I sat down next to him and he shook his head without even looking at me, then cocked it.

  What’s that supposed to mean?

  “...You might not like it, but...” I stood up and took his face in my hands. He got scorching-hot and trembled nervously. I caressed those pitiable cheeks and looked him in the eye. “...tonight I want you to make love to me, Sumo.”

  I kissed him on the lips.

  Usually that would cost extra, but I had been thinking that if he ever bought me I would give him a freebie like this.

  Well, considering we took 300, he still comes out with a major loss, but anyway.

  I felt more like I was going to be buried alive in his chin and nose than like I was kissing him. When it was over, he burst into tears.

  “Huh? S-Sorry. You really don’t like it, huh? I’m seriously sorry!”

  “N-No. I’m just...so happy.”

  He wiped his tears with the bath towel and told me how happy he was to kiss me.

  “Sorry, it’s pretty lame for a man to make a scene like this...” Having sobbed and gotten all snot-faced from a simple kiss, Sumo bowed his head.

  It kinda cracked me up.

  “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

  I gave him a new towel and wiped his face off.

  “You were way too cool back there, so this balances things out.”