Warning: This is an AU fan fiction. First person perspective. Appearances of mob characters may occur occasionally.
A sequel to "A Little Bit Of You, A Little Bit Of Me".
Unhealthy contents. Filled with only the bad stuffs. An R-18 series.
Please proceed with caution.
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A month had passed since the last troubling incident that happened to me.
Words about Soraru-san went about the entire pleasure quarters after that, or rather, the whole industry to be exact. Most of the clients who visit now knew very well that they were not supposed to lay a single finger on me if they ever requested for my company. Otherwise, they would have to face the infamous, scary "demon attendant", who would and could hurt you in unimaginable ways.
Thanks to that, I hadn't been having any difficulties at work since.
However, there was no luck on information gathering.
Sakatan was busy for the past few weeks due to the cases that he had been receiving. He would usually drop by with some sweets but he wouldn't come in to sit for a bit at all.
"I'm just here to see if you're doing fine," said Sakatan back then.
"You aren't going to stay for a bit? It's been a while," I said.
"No, no," Sakatan smiled. I remembered seeing bags under his eyes. "I wish I could, but I still have work to do,"
Sakatan left after he had a couple more words with Shima-kun and Senra-kun. I noticed that he looked tense when he first stepped in but let out a sigh of relief the moment he saw me come over to him at the doorway of our pleasure quarters to talk to him. He was obviously worried that something might happen here.
Why would he purposely come over otherwise?
It was still early in the afternoon when I sat by my table as I went through everything that I had gathered up until now. Some of the information came in really useful at the beginning, but we were not going anywhere with it. To be taking more than one month and not having much progress was really frustrating. That would mean that there were many things piling up.
... Many, many things piling up.
I broke myself off when my mind was about to reach over to the unhealthy side of my brain. I pinched myself on the cheek and gave it a good pull, waking myself up. It started to hurt a lot so I ended up letting myself off the hook and sighed heavily.
I shouldn't be spending too much time idling around in the quarters and do nothing. But I couldn't do much because all my clients who requested for my company would either be complaining about life; family issues, work difficulties, or even about love. There really wasn't anything useful I could pick up from these topics.
If my clients couldn't help me, who else could?
My lips formed a thin line as I grumbled and mumbled to myself about actions and solutions I could make until someone knocked at the door and poked his head in.
"Senra-kun?" I called out when I saw his familiar yellow hair.
"Mafuyu-kun, you haven't had lunch, right?" Senra-kun smiled and walked in with a tray in his hands.
"Is it already that time?" I sighed as I looked over at the wall clock that Soraru-san asked Shima-kun for. The room used to be really empty when I first came in, but it changed little by little because of him.
Senra-kun got down to his knees and placed the tray before me and passed me the chopsticks. When I saw that there was a pork dish, I frowned and pushed the bowl away. I could still smell it from this distance.
"Eat, Mafuyu-kun. If you don't, Shima-kun's going to get mad at you again for wasting food,"
I pouted and shook my head. I could handle the bittergourd, but please, not pork. Anything but that, to be honest. It just has this really distinct smell and taste to it, and I couldn't seem to put it into my mouth, let alone swallow it.
Wait, if my clients couldn't help with the situation, I could try asking Senra-kun. He knew Sakatan and seemed to be really close friends with him, so he should probably know a thing or two, right?
"Say, Senra-kun," I said as I bit onto the tip of my chopsticks, a little habit of mine when I think about which dish I should start with first. "Have you heard about Sakatan?"
"Sakatan? What about him?" Senra-kun asked.
"I remembered him telling me that he was having a tough time at work," I continued. It was a good distraction to make Senra-kun forget about that bowl of pork that I refused to eat. "He hasn't been able to drop by lately, so I wondered if you heard anything more about it,"
Senra-kun crossed his arms over his chest and put on a thoughtful look on his face.
"I'm not sure if I can tell you about it though," he said eventually.
"But Sakatan told me to be careful," I reasoned. "I should at least know what I should be careful of, right?"
Senra-kun paused to think again, and this time I knew I had succeeded at making him talk.
"Did he tell you that he still hasn't found out how those things work?" Senra-kun started. I nodded to his question, and he continued, "Well, he still doesn't have his hands on them yet but he did mention that there are suspicious people coming in and out of the quarters recently,"
"Why does he say so?"
"I can't say that I know about that," Senra-kun shrugged. "I've been checking up on every courtesan after that, but everything seems to be fine,"
"... Unless some of the courtesans didn't dare say a thing about it..." I said thoughtfully.
I remembered how back when I was still a courtesan at a different district, a lot of us didn't dare tell the owner about what we had been through, especially when it came to things like this. It was not something to be proud of to begin with since we all thought that we deserved it.
"There is that possibility," Senra-kun nodded as he agreed to my statement. "Though I do have to say that I'm pretty sure it works like how every drug would. You know, experiencing ecstasy and hallucination... All that kind of stuff?"
"I was thinking so too, but it couldn't possibly help make it so easy for the bad people to perform a kidnap, right?" I asked.
As someone who experienced these firsthand, I was pretty sure I wasn't that weak to the point I couldn't fight back, I just chose not to back then. Because there wasn't anything to fight for at the time.
"You know about that too?" Senra-kun pushed his bangs off his face in a defeated manner and let out a heavy sigh. "Sakatan sure did tell you about a lot of things he shouldn't have,"
"My mouth is sealed," I smiled. "And I'm pretty sure he just needed someone whom he could talk to,"
"He sure did," Senra-kun sighed again. "But to answer your question, it is possible if they did it at high dosages. They'd be too distracted to bother with what was happening to them,"
Senra-kun wasn't wrong. Those things did in fact help divert my attention to other things, but to weaken people by that much...? I still couldn't help but doubt my opinions about this new drug that was going around town.
"Anyway, you've got to be careful too, Mafuyu-kun. I know that most of your clients don't seem dangerous, but that's why you should always have your guard up," Senra-kun said with a stern voice. He looked nervous and his eyes wavered with fear and worry. "I'll do my best to check up on every courtesan, including you, but you've got to do your part too, you hear me?"
"I will, Senra-kun. Thank you so much for telling me this,"
I still couldn't tell Senra-kun about in what form people take those things in the quarters. I had a feeling that it would make things complicated if I did. Though I did think about telling Sakatan if he ever comes over this week.
I had already written most of the things that I know in pieces of papers so that I could pass them over to Sakatan.
No matter how powerful or influential Soraru-san was, I came to realise that it would be better if we had the cops on our side. Just in case things went wrong, at least we knew that we had another solution. After getting to know Sakatan better, I just knew that he was someone we could rely on.
"Hey, did you think I forgot about the braised pork that you pushed away earlier?"
Ah.
"... I didn't," I said after a long pause.
"Mafuyu-kun, Shima-kun is going to-"
"Shima-san's not going to say anything,"
I immediately lifted my head up to look at the person who just placed a bowl of grilled chicken in front of me, and then took the bowl of braised pork from me in exchange.
"Kanata-san, where did you get this?" Senra-kun asked as he turned to Soraru-san.
"A client gave it to me," Soraru-san said as he took a piece of pork and put it into his mouth, chewing diligently on it.
I hooked the bowl of grilled chicken with my chopsticks and pulled it closer to myself quietly before I clamped one up and started eating. It was still warm, so he probably just got it not too long ago.
"How nice. I wish clients would give me gifts too," Senra-kun sighed before he turned back to me and narrowed his eyes. "Mafuyu-kun, you're always too dependent on Kanata-san. You shouldn't be picky with food,"
I lowered my head and continued chewing on my lunch. I had decided to not say anything more or Senra-kun was probably going to lecture me longer than he needed to. Then I saw Soraru-san push my bowl back to me which was now empty.
... Seriously, everything little thing that he does somehow manages to make my heart squeeze every time.
"Be honest, Kanata-san. There is just no way that the clients here would give us gifts," Senra-kun narrowed his eyes at Soraru-san suspiciously. "Are you sure you didn't get this from one of the courtesans? I was sure I saw this was sent over to Makoto-san's room,"
The moment Senra-kun called out Soraru-san's lie, I looked over at him. He didn't look at me, but I could see him give Senra-kun a troubled smile.
I pushed the bowl of grilled chicken back at Soraru-san, until the bottom of the bowl touched his hand at the other edge of the table. He raised his eyes, finally looking at me, and silently questioned me of my behaviour. I gave him a little pout before I stuffed more rice into the insides of my cheeks so that it didn't look too obvious to Senra-kun.
"Ah, Mafuyu-kun! What did I say about being picky?" Senra-kun exclaimed when he saw that I was not eating the grilled chicken either.
Soraru-san didn't say anything but watched me eat everything but the grilled chicken that he brought. Senra-kun sighed and said he couldn't watch anymore, and was about to leave.
"Senra-kun, could you tell Shima-kun that I'll be resting for a bit and I wish to not be disturbed by anyone?"
"Of course, and make sure you finish that chicken!" he said. His volume was always louder than anyone in the quarters, it was honestly amazing. "Kanata-san, I'll need you to collect Mafuyu-kun's tray if you may,"
"Sure. Please rest while you can, Senra-san,"
"The same goes to you, Kanata-san,"
Senra-kun closed the door and then he was finally gone, leaving me and Soraru-san in my room. I stopped eating and poured myself a cup of water.
"What's wrong, Mafumafu?" Soraru-san asked.
After I finished drinking, I placed the cup down on my table heavily before I got onto fours and crawled over to Soraru-san.
"... You're always asking me if I was touched anywhere by my clients," I said. I could hear how upset I was from the tone of my voice. "But aren't you the one being touched by the courtesans in this place?"
I bent my body down with my bottom still up in the air as I moved the bottom of Soraru-san's yukata away, revealing what he had underneath. It was not erected. Of course it wasn't. If he was, I wouldn't have been this calm.
... Calm?
I guessed I wasn't calm after hearing that Soraru-san was close to other courtesans in the quarters. I puffed up my cheeks in dissatisfaction before I opened my mouth and lowered my head.
"Mafumafu...!" Soraru-san placed his hand on the top of my head and pushed, stopping me from going forward.
"... Soraru-san, did you come to get sick of me already?" I asked.
"What do you mean, Mafumafu-"
Soraru-san stopped at his words when I grabbed onto his member and put it into my mouth. The fact that he was this huge even though he wasn't erected was one of the reasons why my body couldn't take anyone else but him anymore. Not a single one I had served could be on par with my Soraru-san.
Taking advantage of this situation, I tried to take the whole of his member into my mouth. It was already hitting the back of my throat lightly even when he was still soft, and I missed this feeling, I loved it. I pulled back slowly, and then pushed him back in, and I could feel him gradually grow bigger in my mouth.
The way it expanded made it pop out of my mouth, and I wrapped one of my hands around it and started shifting it up and down before I opened my mouth wide and tried to swallow him up again.
Soraru-san was pushing at my head at first, not wanting me to do this to him at all. I knew why, of course. Because I was the one who said that we shouldn't do anything like this while we were here, and yet here I was, breaking one of the things we promised each other.
"... Mafumafu..." Soraru-san panted when I moved my hands faster.
He was feeling it. Good, because that was what I wanted.
I sucked and pulled myself back, and I thought I could taste Soraru-san's precum. It was thicker and stronger than usual, and I liked it. I let his large erection slip out of my mouth, my hands still moving on it while I got lower and nibbled on his balls, pulling at it naughtily in between my lips, being extra careful to not hurt him.
I took one into my mouth and circled around it with my tongue, toying with it as I rubbed my palm on the tip of his erection, giving him a lot more friction. I gave one of his balls a little suck, and I could hear him groan above me. I put it into my mouth, pushed it back out with my tongue and sucked, again and again, repeating the process until I could feel his erection throb in my hands.
"... Sowawu-san..." I licked and took his ball back in, and tried to talk with it in my mouth. It didn't turn out too good though. "... Awe wew woing to come...?"
"... Don't talk with that in your mouth, Mafumafu," Soraru-san breathed shortly and combed my hair back with his fingers. He then moved his hand back down to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek.
We locked our gazes with each other's eyes. I wondered how I must look right now. I didn't think I like the thought of me looking naughty and needy, but Soraru-san told me otherwise.
"Heavens, you're adorable..."
I was happy when I heard the compliment. It had been literally a month since I last heard him tell me that. I went back up to his erection, and sucked at the tip, wanting to draw some of his semen into my mouth. Soraru-san liked it when I did this, he just doesn't admit it.
My body jerked strongly when I felt his fingers sink inside me. Since when did he have his hands on me? I trembled as his fingers went in and out at a non-rhythmic pace, making it hard for me to predict when the waves of pleasure would hit me.
"... You can't- Mm... Touch me-" I said as I tried my best to continue with where I left off.
When Soraru-san's fingers scraped my prostate, my legs refused to stop shaking. They were at the verge of giving out but my hips fought back as it lifted itself higher and higher into the air so that Soraru-san could do that again.
And he did. Oh, he did.
I bobbed my head on his erection faster, not wanting to lose to him. Every time I pulled back, I would make sure that I sucked on it as I did, and every time I pushed him back in, I made sure it hit me at the back of my throat.
"Mafumafu, you can let go already," I could hear Soraru-san say.
But my mind was blank, clouded with my lust for him. I wanted him to pour them all into my mouth, and if possible, I wanted it down there too.
"Mafumafu-"
I sighed with satisfaction when I could feel his warmth in my mouth as the thick, sticky liquid flowed down my throat. I moved my head on his erection slowly.
In and out... In... and out, I'd remind myself.
Just like how he'd do it when he lets out inside the other mouth.
I shuddered when his fingers started moving again while I was still trying to finish what he had let out. I wanted to stop him from touching me but this was taking some time since his semen was so much thicker than usual. I let his tip kiss the back of my throat again, and he'd let out his breath slowly when I did that again.
Once I was sure that he was done, I pulled his erection out and licked it clean. It was still hard and huge, and I wondered if he could-
I let out a loud squeak.
His fingers went in deeper, and I moaned when he abused me at my favourite spot. It hadn't been used for a while so it got more sensitive than ever. (We never go on without sex for more than a month after all)
"... Did you swallow everything?" Soraru-san asked.
I raised my head and opened my mouth, showing him how I was toying with the last of Soraru-san's semen with my tongue, and he kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Bitter," he frowned.
"... It tastes good if it's Soraru-san's," I smiled and let out another loud squeak again when Soraru-san plunged his fingers faster. "You can't, Soraru-san- Nn... Hnng...!"
"What, you can but I can't?" Soraru-san said with a low voice, and my body responded delightfully at how sexy and dangerous that sounded.
"You can't," I became short of breath when he just wouldn't stop. "You'll make me want more, Soraru-san... Nnnhh-"
"... Just this once," Soraru-san said.
It was a good thing that the doors and windows in my room were all closed. No one should be able to hear us unless they really tried to. I even told Senra-kun to let everyone know to not interrupt my sleep.
No, no, no. We shouldn't. We really shouldn't after all.
"... Shall we do it from behind?" Soraru-san asked as he got up on his knees and turned me around so that my bottom was facing him.
"... We shouldn't do this, Soraru-san," I turned to look at him.
"Mafumafu," Soraru-san said breathily. "Just once,"
We shouldn't do this, I thought.
But when he sounded like he needed me, my brain stopped.
And like Soraru-san always says, "To heck with it,"
"... I want to do it from the front," I said eventually.
The moment I said that, my insides were spread open by Soraru-san, and I almost cried out. I could feel the length of his erection in me almost immediately after that. I breathed for air, but before I could regain my composure, Soraru-san already lifted one of my legs up, placed them on his shoulder and did me sideways.
Starting it off with my favourite position, that wasn't fair.
It was rough as he pumped strongly in and out of me, and my insides would suck onto him every time he pulled out, as if it was refusing to let Soraru-san go. Soraru-san pulled me up by the waist, lifting my bottom higher. I could feel him going deeper and deeper at each thrust, and it was making it harder and harder for me to keep my voice down.
I was already covering my mouth and biting onto my lips, but muffled moans could still be heard. I wanted to cry out loud like how I usually do, I wanted to let myself drown in Soraru-san's love and let myself go in his embrace, but if I did, people were going to hear us. We'd get into a lot of trouble and-
"Ah...!" I cried when Soraru-san rammed up against my prostate in an abusive manner, and then it was too late. My voice just kept coming out after that. "... Soraru-san, Soraru-san-!"
"... Hmm?" Soraru-san responded and leaned closer.
"... I told you- I wanted to do it... Hhhnn!" I squealed and panted heavily before I continued, "From the front..."
When Soraru-san flipped me around, the tip of his erection grinded against my prostate, causing me to come. My body flinched every time he touched me, my insides were twitching strongly, and the mouth of my entrance would suck onto the base of his erection needily.
"... More, Soraru-san..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pleaded.
Soraru-san pulled himself out, his erection almost hanging at the mouth of my entrance. I was anticipating this. I loved it when he did this to me after all.
He sealed his lips with mine and rammed himself back inside, repeating the action over and over again until I came for the second time when I begged for him to stop and let me breathe.
"... Wait, Soraru-san! Ah- Ahh...!" I moaned when he continued moving.
"We don't have much time, Mafumafu," Soraru-san grunted as he gave me a strong and deep thrust, and another, and another. I went weak in his arms but he held me tightly, not letting go.
He kissed me again, and I moaned and cried against his lips as he did me wonders. He brought me up onto his lap, spread my legs wider and thrust upwards. He placed his hand over my lower back and caused me to arch my back, and I could feel him even more than before.
"... It's so naughty when your insides twitch so much like this," Soraru-san said, his hips slapping against me whenever he moved.
"Don't say it outloud- Ahhh!" I cried as I came another time and he moved to kiss me again.
Soraru-san thrust deep inside me one last time before he pulled himself out. I immediately bent over and put his erection into my mouth and let him pour it all inside. I took big gulps of it, making sure I didn't miss out on a single drop. While I was still savouring the last of his semen, he placed his hand on my head and petted me.
"... It's still hard," I said blankly once I pulled it out of my mouth.
"It'll go away soon," Soraru-san said.
I kissed his half-erect member lightly on the tip and took it in once more. Soraru-san pushed me away by the forehead, frowned and shook his head.
"I'll want more of you, so stop," he said.
He pulled at his own yukata and covered himself up before he crossed his legs and asked me to sit on him. It had been a long time since I could do that, so I decided to follow what my heart and body wanted me to do. I climbed on him, and let him hug me.
"... What happened with not wanting to do things like this while we're here, Mafumafu?" Soraru-san asked as he rubbed his face into my chest, taking in one of my nipples into his mouth. He wrapped my nipple in his tongue and sucked gently.
"You said we're going to stop, Soraru-san," I did what he did to me just now, pushing at his forehead, and he let go of my nipple before he looked up at me.
"Answer me, Mafumafu,"
I glared at him because I didn't want to answer, but he was not budging.
"... You seem to be having a lot of fun with the other courtesans,"
"I'm not,"
"They even gave you the grilled chicken that only the higher courtesans could get,"
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's clear as day that they like you, Soraru-san," I pouted.
"If it meant I'd be able to get you to eat something you like, why not?" he said before he pecked me on the lips.
"... I don't like it,"
"You don't like it when the other courtesans get too close to me?"
I nodded, and he kissed me again.
"I'll try my best to stay away, but I'll still come over and change out the pork dishes for you,"
I nodded again, and leaned in to kiss him gently on my own. He blinked a couple of times, and I stared back at him before he pulled me back down for a deeper kiss. My tongue wasn't working too well after all the kisses we shared, and drool came dripping off my chin, dirtying Soraru-san's yukata, but I really couldn't care less at this point.
When we finally broke the kiss, I was already in a dazed state.
"Are you okay, Mafumafu?" Soraru-san asked.
I nodded as I rubbed my face into Soraru-san's neck. He sighed wryly and carried me in his arms before placing me on my bed and taking off my afternoon kimono for me.
"... Are we doing it again?" I asked carefully, and to be honest, I was a little expectant.
"Idiot, of course not," Soraru-san sighed. "We need to get you changed. Come on, lift your arms out of the sleeves,"
I did as I was told, and Soraru-san put me in a yukata before putting me under the covers on my bed.
"I'm sorry for putting so much on your body, Mafumafu," Soraru-san said softly.
"... I love it when you do that, Soraru-san," I whispered back.
Soraru-san smiled and told me to go to sleep before he cleaned up the mess we made and went out of my room to get changed into clean clothes himself.
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"Mafuyu-chan, drink up!"
My client said merrily and pushed me another cup of sake. Even though I had already rejected his offer to drink a couple of times, he would still ask. And now that I had started drinking with him, he kept pouring me more.
"Sir, it's Mafuyu's job to pour you sake, not the other way round," I laughed.
"It's fine, it's fine! I'm happy as long as you're drinking with me!" he said as he downed another cup of sake.
Judging by the way we were drinking, our bottles of sake eventually ran out, and I was already feeling very, very tipsy. The client seemed to want to have more, and I told him that we ran out of it. It was a lie, but I wanted to stop before he would force me to drink another cup with him.
But I was wrong to think that this was going to help me in my situation.
"What? The quarters ran out of them?" the client said, already sounding extremely drunk. "Well then, we could always have some rum!"
"Rum, sir?" my stomach turned upside down at the mention of that word.
"Have I told you that I run a company where we import alcohol?!" he laughed loudly, almost breaking my eardrums with that volume. "It's good, I tell you! I brought this one back from England just the other day!"
He took out a bottle from under his sleeves and placed it on the table, showing it off to me. I nodded and played along, clapped at how 'amazing' he was, and made him happy.
"No one's as nice as you, Mafuyu-chan! And since you're so adorable and nice to me...!" my client said. "The Yamada family's going to show you their gratitude!"
Wait, did I hear that wrongly?
... Yamada?
My client called out to someone at the hallway and the person immediately came in with two cups filled with ice. He dismissed the person quickly and poured me some rum.
"Once you drink that, you'll feel better than ever, Mafuyu-chan!" my client laughed and poured himself one and drank it almost instantly.
I stared at the cup in front of me, not knowing if I should take it. What did he mean by "better than ever"? This couldn't mean what I thought it was, right...?
"Mafuyu's going to reject that offer, sir," I said politely and smiled at him.
"Oh, come on! Have a try!"
Sakatan said he still hasn't found a clue on how the drug works.
I looked at the client and he lifted his eyebrows, urging me to take a swig. My client didn't seem to be having any symptoms of a person who just took strong drugs.
Maybe I could tell Sakatan how this works then.
With that in mind, I picked up the cup and drank it all down.
TBC