“Because of our particular preferences, one negative experience isn’t enough to make us swear off something forever.”

Zel started on a new tangent before downing his drink and slamming the wooden mug on the table. Ye Pubbe was bustling with patrons, and Stunk nodded deeply in the middle of them.

“Yeah, succubus joints do have the occasional hiccup. Every once in a while, you’re gonna hit up a spot that’s so bad, you think the only way you’d feel any sort of thrill is if the place caught on fire. Not that I’d willingly go back to a joint like that, of course. And you can forget about a refund if your experience is dull.”

“Lately, I’ve been able to kinda wash the bad taste of a shitty visit out of my mouth by writing a negative review. But the absolute duds that we visited long before we started reviewing still occupy a dark, desolate corner of my mind…”

Elves had incredibly long life expectancies. But even though they could easily lap the average human’s life span several times, they all retained their youthful appearances. They looked young right up until their dying days.

Regardless of their appearances, it was a fact that longer lives meant more life experience. That said, there still wasn’t an elf alive who had suffered more losses than Stunk.

“I just remembered something earlier…”

Behind Zel’s eyes was an eternity that humans simply could not fathom.

“When I was still a beginner, I once went to a cactorcia joint just because I was curious.”

“Cacto… What?”

Stunk furrowed his brow at this name, which he’d never heard before.

“It’s an elven word for a species with cactus features.”

“I think I know the point you’re about to make.”

“No, ya don’t, because I wouldn’t be stupid enough to bang one without protection. I cast magic on my whole body to make it hard as iron before going up against her, but…”

Zel trembled as he recalled the experience.

“I didn’t get pierced by the cactus needles, but I definitely got…pricked.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“What I’m saying is…she penetrated…my one-way street… My urethra.”

“Stop. Enough. I get it. I don’t wanna hear any more.”

Stunk had no interest in hearing about this particular memory from Zel.

“Do you really get it? The bloodcurdling terror of feeling a cactus needle in my dickhole the second my magic wore off? Thankfully, that part of me was also covered by my body-hardening spell, so after I somehow jacked off through the tears, as soon as I came, the needle flew out, too… I had never fapped with so much fear before that point, or ever since. Ha-ha!”

The surrounding men cradled their crotches in sympathetic agony.

“But really, compared with a halfway-decent place, the ones that are incredibly bad end up being way more memorable.”

Kanchal joined the conversation from the next table over. As a halfling, his feet didn’t even reach the floor when he sat on a chair, but he was a full-grown adult male. He didn’t have the same longevity as an elf, but he still looked incredibly young. Kanchal laughed bitterly with an understanding of the sorrow that adult males faced.

“One time, I had some fun with a behemoth girl.”

“Oh? That’s pretty rare.”

Behemoths were much, much larger than other beast species. Even the shorter ones were five meters tall, and depending on the girl, some were as large as mountains—or so the dubious legend stated.

“Her face was so huge, it completely filled my field of vision. And it warped into the most disgusting ahegao O-face I’ve ever seen… I was only excited by her for the first few seconds, but for the most part, she was incredibly unresponsive. A total dead fish in the sack. My patented finishing move, the full-body Kanchal twister, didn’t do a damn thing. I even crawled all the way inside her and busted my greatest break dancing technique, the Kanchal windmill, but it was no use…”

Kanchal ground his teeth with regret.

“When my time was up and I was getting ready to leave, she finally started moaning. Too little, too late!”

“Hmm, maybe it just took a while for the sensations to register since she was so big?”

“Yeah, maybe… But her love juices completely soaked my hair and got in my ears… I could smell her on me for ten days!”

A similarly nauseating story then came from the hairy fellow one table over. It was none other than the muscular beastman, Brooz. One look at his canine muzzle would immediately tell you that his sense of smell was off the charts.

“I’ve always been sensitive to female scents up until now, but when I was a beginner, I thought it would be a given that the joints I visited would take this into consideration. However, when I went to a wolverinegirl specialty shop, I thought I was gonna die.”

“Why did you choose wolverines of all things? They’re mustelids, right? Like skunks.”

“Well, like I said, I was a beginner. I didn’t even imagine there would be such a masochist haven that specialized in getting covered in that rank fluid…”

Brooz snorted repeatedly. The trauma was fresh in his mind.

Mustelid beastpeople were known for their foul-smelling bodily fluids, small statures, and highly contrary personalities. The larger species, including wolverines and honey badgers, were especially brutal. Even in regular S-M joints, only super-hard-core women were likely to be working there, and they had strict policies that protected them from taking responsibility for any injuries sustained by their clientele. A waiver was mandatory, of course.

“Well, at the end of the day, without prior knowledge, it’s hard to know which species are the most violent.”

A new person popped up from the table behind Stunk and joined the conversation. It was Nalgami, the lamia. The lower half of his body was composed of a long serpentine tail.

“Do you know what a redcap is? They’re a species that are a little bigger than halflings, so when I visited a redcap joint, I thought I could just constrict my partner with my tail if something went awry…or at least, that’s what I thought…”

Nalgami laughed in a self-mocking tone as he narrowed his eyes.

“…It’s honestly a visit I’d prefer not to remember.”

Redcaps were a fae species similar to halflings and elves, and their temperaments could easily be described as…bloodthirsty. They were quite literally obsessed with blood.

Human beings would be forced to look down at their small statures, and they deftly wielded bladed weapons that had taken countless lives. They preferred hunting intelligent species over beasts, and they loved to make their victims scream bloody murder.

Yes, it was sport for them—quite different from wolverines, who needed to put on a show of violence to survive.

“Were redcaps really the sort of species to become succu-girls in the first place?”

Stunk had heard stories of redcaps but had never actually met one. He always assumed that if he did, he’d need to brandish his steel blade rather than the one made of flesh.

“Some redcaps can satisfy their violent urges with sex, or so I’ve heard.”

“Judging from the way your story’s been going so far, it sounds like things got a little violent.”

“Yeah… Since they have to get their natural urges out, they’ve earned a reputation for being some of the roughest in bed…”

Nalgami bowed his head deeply.

“They really worked me over… And they made me say I was a dog, not a snake… Ugh…”

“Hey, what’s so bad about being a dog…?” said Brooz.

“I had bite marks and bruises all over my body, and I had nightmares every night until the pain subsided…”

Brooz’s objection was casually brushed off. Instead, the blue-skinned, horned young man sitting across from Nalgami grunted deeply in interest. It was the demon Samtahn, who hailed from Hell itself.

“You guys keep talking about your negative experiences, but could it be that you’re just not open-minded enough to see the true value of certain establishments? If you do your research beforehand, you can find out what kind of place it is, and what the girls are like.”

“It’s possible, but there are definitely joints out there with bad intentions.”

“That’s why you need to keep your eyes peeled and investigate the information the spot offers to make sure nothing looks fishy. If there is any obvious deception, you can file a complaint with the district office and demand a settlement. That’s all it takes.”

“A sound argument coming from a demon is suspicious as hell.”

“Let me say this. There isn’t a more conscientious species in this world.”

Samtahn looked dead serious as he stated what was second nature to him.

“However, there are joints that still try to push some sort of scam operation, even if their deception isn’t as obvious.”

Stunk recalled a few past experiences. Namely, memories from when he was young and naive.

“I’m specifically talking about a joint I hit up that advertised a free recording of your encounter…”

Stunk had been given a small item that fit snugly in his palm when he entered. It was a wooden device embedded with a crystal that could record any scene the device was pointed at with the push of a button. Crystals with recording capabilities weren’t cheap, but Stunk had just completed a rather dangerous mission, and he had money to spare.

“There was an asura girl, and I chose her without hesitation.”

“Whoa, an asura? That’s incredibly rare. Tell me where this place is sometime.”

Zel raced to interrogate Stunk with frightening speed. The asura species largely inhabited the eastern lands, and they were known to be strong warriors with multiple faces and many arms. They were stoic, fearless fighters, but some of them could use a particular strain of magic, and others even became philosophers.

“They say each asura has a different number of arms and faces, but the girl I chose had three faces and six arms.”

“Oh yeah, they say the number of faces is directly related to the strength of their magic. Where is this place?”

“I’ll tell you about the spot later. Asura girls are defined by the emotions indicated in their faces, and the one I chose had laughter, disdain, and ahegao.”

“Maybe the mimetic muscles in their faces make a difference in the way they recite their incantations. Or wait, do the multiple faces affect the way they breathe?”

“Just how obsessed with asura chicks are you…?”

Stunk also got excited by the thought of sex with a new species, but Zel was definitely the type to be interested in the nature of biology and magic.

Stunk forced a cough, signaling Zel to calm down.

“Okay, so finally, it was time to take the video of us having sex. She stroked my face with two of her hands and used two more to pinch my nipples. Then, with her last two hands, she turned the camera toward me.”

Stunk laughed and made a gesture like he was holding a camera.

“‘Okay, make a peace sign!’ she said. Which made me think, What the—? Why are you filming me…?”

At this point, the air in the room grew tense. Only Zel looked complacent as he nodded to himself.

“Wow, she really made good use of all six hands, huh?”

“She should have made more use of those faces! What the hell was the ahegao face even for?”

“So did you do it, Stunk? Did you make a peace sign?”

“Yeah, I got lost in the moment, and I did it! My dumbass slack-jawed face and peace sign were caught on crystal.”

Stunk was still young at the time. He just thought that was the way things were at that particular establishment. Today, he would probably rip the camera out of the asura girl’s hand and make her do six peace signs instead, all while showing off her ahegao face.

Even if the mistakes of the past made for slightly bitter memories, it was sometimes possible to think on them fondly. Stunk didn’t want to recognize the fact that he’d aged enough to look back at his adolescence with nostalgia—yet everyone around him had the same expression on their faces.

“Everyone who shares our hobby has had at least one experience like this… That means it’ll happen to you, too, Crim.”

“What? Why me, too?!”

The angel yelped in protest as they floated past, even though they had been listening in on the conversation the entire time and had definitely been heard giggling at the ahegao joke.

“At any rate, a bad encounter isn’t something that any of us look forward to. But naturally, the more excursions we embark on, the higher the chance that we’ll eventually run into a dud. Taking the good with the bad is how men get a sense for what’s really real.”

“Yeah, even now, every once in a while, I go to a suspicious joint and end up regretting it…”

“Exactly. That’s just proof of how vast our world is. And if nothing else, you’ve always got your go-to joints where you can guarantee you’re gonna have a good time.”

Stunk’s go-to joint was The Elven Inn. All the girls who worked there had beautiful faces belying their age, and there was quite a bit of variety between them. Their bodies were no less impressive. As long as a patron wasn’t partial to big bodies or rough faces, it was next to impossible to have a bad time there.

Although…that only covered the tastes for the average human male.

Elven men of the same species could tell how old an elven girl actually was from their flow of mana. Because many human men found the women attractive, there were actually a lot of elderly elven succu-girls who were even older than Zel’s mom. An absolute nightmare from his standpoint.

“At any rate, we should probably head for one of our fail-safe joints today.”

Kanchal practically leaped from his chair.

“Do you have a quality spot in mind?”

“Recently, a place featuring rabbitgirls opened up not too far from here.”

“Bunnygirls, eh? Not bad, not bad at all… They’re really cute, enthusiastic, and down to get nasty, but…”

“…Literally all they think about is pleasure, so they usually lack polish in the performance department.”

Stunk and Zel were hesitant, but they caught a glimpse of Crim and reassessed.

“Bunnygirls…with those long ears…”

Crim’s cheeks were flushed red as they squirmed, inadvertently rubbing their thighs together like a bashful schoolgirl. The massive great sword in between their legs was probably twitching like crazy.

“Well, in that case, let’s all head over there now. How does that sound, Crim?”

“Yeah! You gotta sample all the world’s delicacies while you’re young!”

“Um, but…I’m still working…”

“Meidri can cover for you, so you’re fine. Hurry up!”

And so the conspirators Stunk, Zel, and Kanchal deftly stole Crim away from Ye Pubbe.

None could resist the call of nature.

When the group arrived, they saw many adorable bunnies drawn on the establishment’s signboard.

COME GET LUCKY WITH THESE RAUNCHY RABBITS! LET’S BOUNCE-BOUNCE!

The joint’s naming sense was immediately apparent. The second they entered the shop, they understood. All the bunnygirls’ ears were bounce-bouncing like crazy. When they realized that new customers had just entered, they swarmed them at once.

“Ooh, customers!”

“And four of them, too!”

“Tee-hee, play with me! Play with me!”

“Let’s do it till the sun comes up! You’ll feel soooo good!”

Bunnygirls with long ears and short tails were glued to Stunk’s party the second they passed by the reception desk. The bottoms of their ears all reached lower than Stunk’s chin.

“Whoa, they’re all so tiny…”

“Holy shit, it’s a dwarf-rabbit specialty joint…”

“Damn, I definitely didn’t do my homework. Just like Samtahn said…”

Dwarf rabbits were a subspecies of European rabbits. As their name suggested, their defining trait was their diminutive bodies, and from their looks alone, it was impossible to tell the older women from the younger ones. All employees were above the age of consent, of course. A succu-joint was no place for kids.

That being the case, the innocent way that they latched onto the men must have been an act. It could be considered a form of service. The majority of patrons who came to dwarf-rabbit specialty establishments were likely interested in…that sort of thing.

“They’re cute, but…not really what I had imagined…”

Crim seemed a bit dejected. They must have imagined average-height bunnygirls who were bursting at the seams with lust. They hung their head dejectedly just as one of the bunnygirls came and clung to them.

“C-can I help you?!”

“What’s the matter? Feeling down? Wanna get up? Wanna bounce-bounce with me?”

“Y’knooow, at this shop, we have a huge variety of costumes we can use!”

“You’ll be hooked after a single bounce sesh!”

“A little bouncy-bounce here, a little schlick-schlick there, what could be better?!”

Crim, who was a late bloomer, remained silent at their overt proposals.

“What’s the matter? Don’cha wanna play with us?”

“That’s not it! Everyone has those uncontrollable urges sometimes… Even me.”

“That’s the spirit! Let’s do it, then! Let’s bounce our brains out!”

“Yeah! Let’s go already! I can’t wait any longer! To the bedroom!”

The tiny bunnygirls gathered around the men while heaving ragged breaths, all eyes ravenously locked on their crotches.

“Hmm, these little bunnygirls…must be middle-aged, and in heat by the looks of it.”

They weren’t the statuesque, buxom bunnygirls Stunk had envisioned, but they were still easy on the eyes.

Well, since we’re already here, we might as well make the most of it!

Succubus joints came in many different shapes, sizes, and themes. Rather than hinge one’s enjoyment on personal preference, it was better to go with the flow and experience the things that made each shop unique. Visiting an establishment with an open mind not only increased one’s chances of having a good time but showed respect to the many succu-girls who took pride in their profession.

Beset on all sides by the hot, sweet breath of the bunnygirls, Stunk studied the room until he found the one.

“All right, I’ll pair off with this little lady for a bounce session.”

“Not wasting any time, eh, Stunk?”

“I’m just making sure I get my pick of the litter this time.”

Stunk chose a girl from the tightly knit fluffle of bunnies, put his hands beneath her arms, and lifted her up.

“Yaaay! You sure know how to pick ’em, don’cha, big guy?”

Stunk’s chosen bunnygirl had curly pink hair, and her voice was as cute as her face. She was a bit heavier than her height led Stunk to believe. But picking her up wasn’t an issue, considering his warrior strength.

He could hear her fellow bunnygirls all gasp at once.

“Um, just so you know, I, Chimina, have the biggest boobs in this whole place!”

Sure enough, each of her breasts was easily larger than her face. She had been buried among the bunnies before, but now a certain part of her was bouncing up and down spiritedly, making her incredibly hard to miss.

Stunk was able to pick this hidden gem from the crowd thanks to the vantage point granted by his height.

I don’t mind the loli type every once in a while, but today, I was really in the mood for some heavy handfuls.

No matter how good the prospect, if the girl was the polar opposite of a man’s expectations, his sword could go into hiding. This compelled Stunk to go for a compromise—a tiny girl with a massive rack.

Stunk was excited now, and he cradled Chimina in his arms.

“Wow, I feel just like a princess! Tee-hee!”

“Well then, let’s have you don your princess regalia and get our bounce on.”

“Okay, sure! We could also just fuck right away if you want!”

“You sure don’t talk like a princess…”

And with that, Stunk and Chimina hurried off to the playroom.

The sex work of succubus girls was recognized by the kingdom as a legal occupation. These girls offered patrons pleasure and received monetary compensation as well as life essence in return. This essence was a nutrient that succubus girls needed to survive. Denying them that would be the same as denying them the right to live. That said, allowing them to freely indulge in their preferred pastimes would cause widespread degradation of public morals. The advent of succubus joints gave the kingdom an easy way to manage their activities.

However, this came with a certain pretext.

Put simply, the majority of the employees at succubus establishments were not actual succubi. Most intelligent species had one or two pureblood succubi mixed into their family lineage. This meant that a percentage of the working girls had genuine succubus ancestry, and this was the official pretense that they offered sexual pleasure under.

In spite of all that, it should be noted that middle-aged dwarf-rabbitgirls manifested a far greater sexual appetite than even pureblood succubi.

Chimina was all too eager to stick out her plump posterior and bounce up and down on her tiny little paws with abandon.

“I’m all dressed up! Now let’s get to bouncing, sucking, and fucking!”

“I’m not one to ignore the call of nature, but aren’t you being a little too direct?”

“Well, that’s just because I love, love, love what I do! I wanna feel good all the time. Come on, put it in me! Give it to me good and hard! That’s what this place is for, so hurry up already… Please?”

“For starters, you gotta make that costume at least halfway believable! Come on now.”

If this spot was offering roleplay along with their cosplay, Stunk wanted the full experience. If he didn’t care about sampling something new in its entirety, he would’ve just visited one of his favorite spots.

And although it was probably rude to say so, this was still just a succubus joint. The dress that was supposed to pass for princess regalia looked cheap as hell, and it had holes in it. What kind of princess was Chimina supposed to be exactly?

Stunk’s mind suddenly shifted gears. He had a new idea—he could just combine pieces from a number of different costumes and craft the image of a noble girl sneaking out for a night on the town.

He chose a white, frilly blouse and a corset skirt with short boots. The new custom costume would be easy for Chimina to move around in and didn’t look completely inelegant. The skirt was just the right length to be alluring. Additionally, the corset had the added effect of tightening her waist and making her chest stick out even farther. It was the perfect outfit to accentuate her ample bust.

“Okay, I need to act like a princess… Like a princess…”

Chimina massaged her temples with her index fingers as her long ears bounced. This must have been her thinking pose. Then she nodded abruptly, and her soft breasts jiggled.

“Well then, good sir, wouldst thou plunge thine chivalrous cock into my royal highness?”

“No need to overdo it… Just focus on tightening up the speech a little, and you’ll be perfect.”

“Oh, I’ve got something tight that we can focus on!”

“Hell yeah, that’s the spirit! Next, let’s consider the setting. Don’t worry, you’re doing great.”

Stunk was well aware that Chimina wouldn’t be winning any awards for her acting. He would just have to tweak their roleplay scenario to cultivate the necessary ambience naturally.

He wanted at least the bare minimum of modesty from her. Something that said, Wow, this snooty noblewoman is a hidden freak, heh-heh. That way, he could fulfill the role of a lowly commoner dominating the high-class snob.

“First, you should enter from the side of the room with your chest held high and stop just in front of me…”

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm… I see… I’m with you so far.”

Stunk had no choice but to forgive her for staring directly at his crotch as she spoke. He finished explaining the scenario, and the two of them walked to their respective edges of the room.

Chimina arched her back and walked toward him. Her twin peaks swayed rhythmically with every step.

They’re seriously huge… I bet even an average-height human woman would have back problems if she had to haul those things around all day…

Breasts aside, she had a great body that was perfectly proportionate to her height. Her waist was nice and trim, and her legs were slender enough that they didn’t look much different from a human woman’s, either.

Even though her massive breasts seemed like they would throw off her center of gravity, her posture remained perfect.

Her torso was definitely a lot stronger than it seemed. She was certainly suited for this line of work.

“Ah, you there, lowly urchin.”

When Chimina stopped, the residual momentum caused her breasts to bounce nearly to her mouth. Stunk was dumbstruck.

She arched her back as much as she could to look up at him, drawing even more attention to her chest. Just…wow.

Stunk’s heart beat wildly as he looked down on her.

“Hmm? What can I do for a beautiful princess?”

“Oh, I’m beautiful, am I? Tee-hee, it’s been so long since someone called me beautiful instead of cute.”

“Don’t forget you’re acting.”

“Ahem.” After an obviously fake cough, Chimina resumed the act. “It appears I’ve lost my way. Be a dear and escort me, won’t you?”

“Of course, milady. You can count on me, a humble adventurer. Geh-heh-heh…”

Stunk turned his performance up a notch and assumed the role of a filthy urchin with an ulterior motive. One could argue that at this point, he was just being himself.

“Oh, thank you so much. Well then, please lead me to a place where I can have se—h-have a rest. I want to su—sit down, relax, and then perhaps fu—PLAY…a game……naked.”

“…Of course, milady.” Stunk could see she was trying her best, so he chose to overlook the hiccups. “Well then, do allow me to lighten your load. If you’ll excuse me… Geh-heh.”

Stunk stood next to Chimina and slid his hand under her arm. His fingertips were completely ensconced in her breasts, and the warm, plush sensation traveled from his knuckles to his palms. His brain trembled. Massive tits couldn’t be beat!

“I’ll support you like this, so please try to relax, even if we enter a crowded area, milady.”

“Wh-what a robust lead! Very lecherous, I approve! Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh!”

“…Geh-heh-heh.”

Stunk decided to just laugh it off instead of giving her a hard time. Their destination—the bed—was just in front of them.

“We’ve arrived!”

“Oh boy, it looks like this place is a bit dirty. Fortunately, I’ve got the best seat in the house right here.”

Stunk sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs, and slapped his thigh, inviting the princess over. She eagerly complied and sat on his lap.

“Ah yes, a fine seat indeed. It’s so firm against my rear, and warm besides… Whew, oof, hee-hee… Oh god, it’s so hard…and big, and hot, and—Oh my, I’m so nervous, and out of sorts…hnng…”

The bunny princess was now breathing raggedly and slurping up drool. She had put on perfume to try and up the elegance of her costume, but her current level of sexual arousal was dispelling the illusion.

She had her instincts to thank for that, so there was no helping it.

No need to get so hung up on the act, Stunk. Just go with the flow and be the best scumbag you can be!

He loosened the string on his pants and chortled again—Geh-heh-heh.

“This here is my special massager. Depending on how I use it, it can explore your every nook and cranny.”

Stunk flexed his left and right buttocks alternately. The bunnygirl yelped with glee and bounced atop his lap.

“Ah-ha-ha! So bouncy! What fun!!”

“Yeah, you’re definitely bouncing like crazy.”

Anyone could see that Chimina was getting quite the chest workout, even Stunk, who was behind her. The heft, shape, and pliability of her perfect pair made it obvious that she committed herself fully to regular exercise and a healthy diet. Stunk now viewed her body as the ideal complement to her first-rate bust.

“Milady, I simply must attest. The immaculate swell of your chest is second to none.”

“You’re not the first to tell me so… Everywhere I go, my royal bosom seems to arrest the attention of all men in the vicinity. What’s a princess to do?”

Chimina put a hand to her cheek and squirmed, looking positively delighted. She was massaging Stunk’s groin with her supple bottom. His lewd sword was more than ready for battle. It was currently enduring the pressure created by Chimina’s weight, as well as the friction from her grinding against Stunk’s crotch. It all felt incredible.

In addition to the throbbing between his legs, his fingers were itching to get to work.

“If you move around too much, you might fall, milady. Allow me to hold you steady.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s what I’ve been waiting for! …Um, do go on.”

“You speak with such gaiety, Princess!”

Stunk had to give her a bit of a hard time, or he’d lose himself. He had reached a breaking point, and as a torrent of lust swept him under, he snaked his hands around to Chimina’s front. Naturally, his target was her heaving chest.

He cupped her breasts with both hands.

“Unff!”

Chimina tightened her shoulders. Her bosom was now constricted between her arms and pushed back against Stunk’s hands. They were so heavy. Their weight caused Stunk’s fingers to sink into them as if he were kneading dough.

But Stunk would not be bested. He would not allow her all-encompassing bust to swallow his hands.

“Now seems like a good time to massage this area as well.”

Stunk tactfully diverted the weightiness closing in on his fingers, and Chimina’s chest bounced vigorously, spilling forward. He then got to work with his palms.

“Ah, oh, oh my! That tickles!”

“First and foremost, we need to rub you down all over to get your blood flowing. Bear in mind that this is only a massage. No need to worry.”

Stunk brushed his fingertips over her skin from top to bottom, side to side, with pressure as light as a feather. His goal was her pleasure, though he was also enjoying himself quite a bit.

Chimina was all giggles, but it wasn’t long before she began moaning in ecstasy.

“Mnn…hahh…hff…ah, ahh—”

Nerve endings linked to erogenous zones existed just beneath the skin. If Stunk could light her fire with delicate, near-imperceptible touching, then her sensitivity would heighten.

“Hup.”

As she writhed around on his lap, Stunk used his palms to hoist her breasts from below. He could feel their entire weight on his arms.

The massage served the ulterior purpose of gaining a full understanding of the sheer magnitude of her bust. The weight matched their size, no question.

Chimina, meanwhile, was enjoying the product of the deep-tissue analysis far more than Stunk was.

“Ah, ahh…my boobs have goose bumps…!”

The whole of Chimina’s petite body was trembling, and her bunny ears twitched. This was irrefutable proof of her heightened sensitivity. Further evidence manifested in the form of two small, stiff peaks rising on her areolae.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

Stunk pressed into the pale, pink flesh with the pad of his thumb and moved it around in a spiral.

“Mmm… M-my nipples, ahn—”

“I see, I see. Damn, they’re really firming up. They sure seem to love the teasing.”

“N-nooo… No teasing… Spoil me rotten…”

Chimina puffed up her cheeks in protest. Stunk wasn’t sure if this childish expression was natural or part of her act, but it perfectly suited her youthful face.

At this point, there isn’t much difference between teasing her and fawning on her.

Explaining things to her would just kill the vibe. Stunk continued to go with the flow.

“As you wish, Princess. Then allow me to give some extra-special attention to your bountiful bosom.”

“Tee-hee… I love being spoiled!”

Just as she requested, Stunk grabbed her nipples lightly. They were getting stiffer by the second, erect to the point that cute didn’t seem to fit anymore.

“Ah, ahhn… They’re throbbing…!”

Chimina’s once-neutral face had been totally eclipsed by her lustful expression. Stunk absolutely loved it when a girl had that sort of gap in personality and engagement. Whether they looked pure and chaste, haughty and arrogant, or stalwart and defiant, the second those expressions melted away, he felt a sense of pride as he watched them succumb to desire.

Stunk’s blade grew even further from the heightened passion. Without releasing his grip on her nipples, he began massaging her breasts more roughly.

“Ah…ahh…! Good sir, your touch is…incredible…! So strong! You’re like a gorilla…!”

“In the battlefield of the bedroom, these fingers have even tamed a mighty ogress, milady.”

Stunk could lay siege with only his pinky fingers. In terms of sheer dexterity, he might fall short of the halfling Kanchal, but he had confidence in his raw power.

Chimina’s shirt became wrinkled from Stunk’s aggressive massaging. At the same time, he started squeezing her nipples harder and used the palm of his open hand to knead them in all directions and the pad of his thumb to swirl them around.

Then he grabbed them and twisted as hard as he could.

“Mmmmm…! Ngh…! Annnh…!”

Chimina’s modest behind shook vigorously atop Stunk’s lap. Her sensual writhing had graduated to thrashing.

Stunk had earned himself a small victory, but the war was far from over.

“How did you like this lowly peasant’s massage, milady?”

“I-it was so good… Tee-hee… I especially loved how rough you got toward the end… You have my thanks.”

Chimina’s feeling of appreciation was also communicated by her eagerly rubbing her bottom against Stunk. A moan of his own slipped out.

“What’s this? It seems you’re capable of making some cute sounds as well, lowly peasant.”

Stunk had lurched forward when he moaned, but when he met Chimina’s eyes again, she was looking back at him with the gaze of a hungry predator.

“What’s the matter, peasant? You’re breathing so heavily.”

Chimina switched to grinding her hips forward and back against Stunk’s crotch, deftly pulling his pants down a little more with every motion.

Many customers before Stunk had likely thought to rest Chimina on their laps. He surmised she’d developed this special technique—removing his pants without using her hands—as a special service.

No matter how youthful she seemed, Chimina was a seasoned succu-girl, after all.

Well, I kinda planned on this happening one way or another. That’s why I preemptively loosened my pants.

Stunk was the sort of person who poured the majority of his earnings into succubus joints. He knew how to ascertain what kind of behaviors his companions were capable or incapable of just from looking at them.

Boing—!

Stunk’s sword flew free from his pants and poked its head out from between the bunnygirl’s thighs.

“Whoa…! Look at how hard it is…!”

“This is the special massaging device I mentioned earlier. What do you think, Princess?”

“It’s…incredible… I’m drooling… It looks so good, I could just swallow it whole right now…”

“Slow your roll, Princess. Just settle down, will ya…?”

Stunk implored her to restrain herself but, at the same time, continued massaging her relentlessly.

“Mm, ahn… I want it inside me right now… But, dear peasant, you’re quite the talented breast masseur… Please allow me to treat you to a different sort of breast massage.”

Chimina leaped off Stunk’s lap and twirled around to face him. Her bosom swayed heavily. Now that he was staring directly, he was able to reaffirm their size with his eyes.

“Be a dear and stand up, won’t you, peasant?”

Immediately aware of her intentions, Stunk stood up in a flash.

He was quite tall for a human male, and Chimina was very short. When they stood facing each other, his waist perfectly lined up with her chest.

“Hee-hee… Consider this a reward for your excellent service!”

Chimina undid two of the buttons on her blouse. Her enticing cleavage burst into view.

“Get ready!”

Chimina took a half step forward, and Stunk couldn’t look away, though he did at least try to pretend he wasn’t gawking. The tip of his blade just barely poked out of her cleavage. The liquid that oozed from his tip and mixed with the sweat on Chimina’s breasts became a form of lubricant.

Schloop—!

Stunk’s most sensitive body part was swallowed whole by the intense pressure that he had been eagerly anticipating.

Oof, these tits are even more lethal than I thought… I can barely hold on…

Barely contained by her blouse, Chimina’s breasts thoroughly massaged Stunk’s member. Each undulating sensation was perfectly in time with Chimina’s hot breath, which added to the torrent of ecstasy. Stunk’s hips nearly went numb with pleasure. If he wasn’t careful, he would blow his load right away.

“Hee-hee, this is so fun. Are you enjoying yourself, too, peasant?”

Chimina squeezed her breasts together from the right and left. The pressure continued to bear down on Stunk.

“Ungh, yes, I am…”

“Whenever I give my customers this sort of treatment, they lose themselves to lust.”

“I—I can see why… I’ve never had this done by a girl with such a drastic height difference…”

“We’re not done yet! In fact, we’re just getting started! Bounce-bounce!”

Chimina leaped in the air, and her breasts rushed toward the heavens. She went up on her tiptoes and came back down quickly—this tiny motion brought forth a respectively minute sensation.

“Okay, let’s keep going! Bounce-bounce!”

“Ohhh! You’re rocking me to the c-core…!”

“Bounce-bounce, bounce-bounce!”

“Ooooh! Ungh! Hnnngh!”

The lively rhythm of Chimina’s special massage was out of this world. Of course it was. Normally, the provider could only service their partner with their chest. However, Chimina’s special variation allowed her to employ her entire body. The way she added in movement from her heels and knees created a sensation that was simply unparalleled.

Chimina’s weight distribution meant that her massive mammaries were built to not waste any of this effect. Also, the blouse was keeping her breasts tightly contained, so she didn’t even need to push them together. It was this single defining act that likely gave the joint its name.

“This bounce-bounce titty-fuck is insane…!”

“You haven’t seen anything yet! Now let’s go from side to side! Take this!”

“Gahh! That feels sooo good.”

“And now bounce from front to back!”

“Unnnnngh!”

“Freestyle bouncing!”

“God! Yes! More! Nnnngh, I’m not gonna give in…!”

Chimina’s white blouse was splattered with Stunk’s precum, and he was fit to burst. It wouldn’t be shocking in the slightest if he erupted at any moment, but he wanted to hold off for a bit longer. It would be a waste not to.

The rare opportunity to stare directly into a girl’s eyes while enjoying a drastic height difference—the product of this one-of-a-kind breast massage—was too good to pass up.

The true allure of any interspecies succubus joint was the promise of an experience you wouldn’t find anywhere else.

“P-please keep bouncing! Don’t stop, Princess…!”

“Not a problem! When someone who made me feel good gets caught up in their own pleasure, I get really happy. So that’s why…”

Chimina grabbed Stunk’s hands. Her delicate fingers became interlaced with his gorilla digits.

This was the start of her supreme bounce-bounce assault.

“Bounce-bounce, bounce, bounce-bounce!”

Chimina’s breasts undulated with increasing intensity, but her every motion was controlled chaos. She was expertly gauging their reach without bringing him over the edge. At no point was Stunk able to dispute the fact that he was dealing with a professional.

His sword was trapped in the decadent flesh prison, and he could do nothing to resist. His entire body was aflame with the heat of his euphoria.

“God, this bounce-bounce is the best!”

Stunk resigned himself to his fate and let loose with a primal roar.

And then he could hold back no longer.

His thick, sticky nectar of defeat shot forth in epic geysers for what seemed like minutes.

“Oh my, it’s so warm… I love this feeling…so much…hee-hee. It’s so goopy and sticky, and it feels amazing, peasant.”

Chimina had sweat on her brow and laughed innocently. Still, she didn’t forget to milk every last ounce of dignity from Stunk, pushing her breasts together with her hands all the while. Once the raw smell of it spread over her entire blouse, she finally squirmed in anticipation.

“It seems you’re still quite lively down there, peasant. I demand we do it this instant!”

“Do what, Princess?”

“You know very well what! From this moment forward, I hereby declare it super-slutty sex time!”

It was then that Stunk both won and lost at the same time. The true battle was about to begin.

With extreme deference to the princess’ physique, Stunk couldn’t imagine any other position than letting her ride him cowgirl. He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothing and lay on the bed faceup. Chimina straddled him, still in her princess gown.

“Hee-hee… Finally!”

Unwilling to wait even a second longer, Chimina grabbed Stunk’s blade and teased her small slit before plunging him deep inside. Though there was the initial tight squeeze, she seemed determined to take him to the hilt.

The bunnygirl was so small that it was a wonder she wasn’t in pain, but as if to dispel that thought, Chimina exclaimed, “Ahhn, it’s so thick!”

“Heh-heh, you like that, Princess? What do you think of my humble offering?”

“It’s anything but humble! It hits every spot and then some! M-mm, mmm, it’s so deep! It’s massaging me from the inside! …Mmmph…unngh… Are you sure I can have it all to myself?”

“It’s all yours, Princess. Geh-heh.”

“Wow, I’m so lucky! What a feast! I’m so happy I took this job!”

Chimina’s glistening lips touched down on Stunk’s crotch. She seemed somewhat unsatisfied even though he was practically in her stomach, and she bucked her hips and further ground her pelvis into his.

A relentless twisting motion allowed her to relax her insides as much as she needed. And though the main event was still hidden by her skirt, a lewd, squelching sound helped paint a vivid mental image.

“W-wow, you’re pulling out all the stops…!”

“Mm… Mnn, unngh, oof… This is how…how I…how I taste my clients…down to the last drop. It makes my tummy happy and, ah, ahh, unngh—this is the best!”

Chimina’s attack was gradual and focused, her taut muscles never once allowing Stunk a moment of reprieve. Her tiny body was not a weakness. Rather, it was a strength that allowed her to overwhelm anyone foolish enough to underestimate her skill.

Do all small-statured species have this level of hidden potential…?

In Stunk’s experience, all sorts of diminutive succu-girls could open up much wider than their appearances suggested. Perhaps it was a feature of their succubus heritage. Or was there another reason? Of course, there was a limit to all things. When it came to doll-sized species such as fairies, there were only a few Stunk had encountered who could take him even partway inside.

On the other hand, he now knew that the dwarf-rabbitgirls—who were no bigger than halflings—weren’t a problem at all. They were far from a problem, in fact. Chimina was clearly enjoying the ride as she rocked her hips back and forth.

“Ahhn…this is so good…! I’m floating! Flying! Bounce-bounce-bounce!”

Chimina showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. The two of them couldn’t resist shuddering intensely as they changed positions.

“Holy shit, you go above and beyond! I thought you were supposed to be a princess…!”

“That’s because I looove rough, dirty sex. Unless I’m asleep, there isn’t a single second of any given day that I don’t want my back blown out! I may be a princess, but I’m also not shy about what I love!”

Chimina’s princess persona had all but flown out the window. All that was left was the vigorous hip-thrusting of a professional succu-girl.

Over the course of their full-body embrace, the rhythmic swaying of her chest gave Stunk something to focus on when he would have otherwise been robbed of his senses.

“That’s quite the lecherous look on your face, peasant… Here, I’ll show you something nice.”

In the next moment, Chimina flexed her breasts, and—

Pop! Pop! Pop!

—the remaining buttons on her blouse came flying off, and her breasts, now slathered in love nectar, were fully exposed. Her breathtaking bust seemed even larger now that nothing was holding it back, and of course, both of her nipples were red and fully erect. Finally released from her constricting blouse, the swaying motions of her breasts became all the more hypnotic.

“Peasant or noble, all men love seeing a nice pair bounce up and down, do they not? Ngh, mmm… How about this? What do you think? Ohhh yesss…”

“Gah, that feels so good…! I can feel the full weight of them bearing down on me…!”

“Ah, hahh, and I can feel you twitching deep inside me! It’s massaging my walls in all the right ways…! Ah, ahh, ooof, ohhhh—!”

The pair’s offensive and defensive strokes caused their breaths to quicken. As their bodies gave off more and more heat, the temperature in the room continued to rise, and their sweat added to the humidity. They were both drenched down below, and beneath them, the dark spot on the bed grew larger with every passing second.

At this rate, the war might end in a stalemate… I can’t let that happen!

Stunk’s sword seemed to be an even match for Chimina’s ravenous monster, but he still had an ace up his sleeve.

“Okay… How about this?!”

Stunk grabbed both of her nipples, rolled them in between his fingers, and twisted hard.

“Ah, ahh! Ungh! Oof! Oh, I love that—I love when you focus on my nipples! Yes…yes…! You make me so happy…!”

Chimina was elated and continued to bounce around on Stunk. Her breasts were dancing in rhythm, almost like they had a mind of their own. The pinching of her nipples in combination with her heavily swaying breasts were enough to generate a considerable amount of pain, but for Chimina, this sort of thing only stoked her fire further.

“You’re amazing, peasant! So amazing…! The bounce-bounce will never end! I’m so happy that you love my boobs! Let’s bounce-bounce forever!”

“I can’t get enough of them, Princess. I have no choice but to show my love for them even more… Take this!”

He continued to twist and pull on her nipples as he went in for some surprise hip thrusts. Chimina squealed in pleasure as their opposing forces—his highest peak and her deepest valley—collided in agonizing ecstasy.

“Ah, ahhhhh!! S-so good, oh my god, I love it…!”

The fact that Chimina could convert a certain amount of pain into pleasure was due to her mature tastes. Additionally, because she loved the attention Stunk paid to her nipples, he didn’t feel the need to restrain himself.

His twisting fingers and thrusting hips became even more spirited. He pumped wildly into Chimina and tweaked her nipples this way and that. He could tell she was getting drunk on the harmony of pleasure and pain. Her body twitched and spasmed with his every motion.

“Ahn… Ohhh… No more…! I’m the happiest bunny ever…!”

“Do it, Princess! Hold that pose and lose yourself to the feeling! Let it all out!”

“Oh, I’m gonna…! Ah, ahh, ahhhhn…!!”

Chimina bounce-bounced even more vigorously. Stunk responded with a single, full-body thrust.

Slam!

Stunk delivered the finishing blow and gave Chimina’s nipples one last tug.

A numbing sensation spread from the tips of bunny princess’s long ears down to the rest of her body.

“Nnnngh…nnnnaaaa… I’m cumminggggg!!”

Her cries of passion were reminiscent of a beast in heat. Her breasts couldn’t take much more, and her clean-shaven slit was twitching violently. Stunk could sense that the end was near.

“Here comes the parting shot!”

Stunk loosed a proclamation of victory from the tip of his manhood. Every synapse in his brain was lit up like a fireworks display as he climaxed. His muscles spasmed in their exhaustion. Deep within the dwarf rabbit, thick, warm fluid flowed freely until it filled the compact crevasse to the brim. Pshuu…pshuu…pshuuuu… Was there really any greater sense of satisfaction?

“It’s s-so much…! Oh my god…! You filled me right up!”

A line of drool trickled from the corner of Chimina’s mouth as she gave a languorous smile. Having a man finish inside must have been the height of pleasure for her.

A passionate succu-girl really is something else… She completely dropped the act right at the finish line, though…

Stunk gently massaged Chimina’s breasts in lazy satisfaction, and she put her small hands on top of his.

“Oh, peasant…you know we still have time left…right?”

“Is that so? Well then, what would you say to round two?”

“You read my mind! Yes, please!”

Even though exhaustion was plain on their faces, they weren’t done with each other yet. Stunk went on to blow another load, this time straddling her chest as he sandwiched his member between her breasts yet again. He plastered her face with one more hot, sticky load.

He then brought her to climax twice in doggy style before finishing inside her in missionary.

Unnnhh… Chimina, I think you won the war.

Even while he admitted defeat to the bunnygirl, Stunk’s face was glowing with satisfaction.

A few of the patrons were practically salivating at the dwarf-rabbit specialty joint review. Meidri stood and watched them, squinting derisively.

“I guess it’s not really a big deal if people are into petite species, but…don’t you get the feeling that too many of these guys are into girls who actually feel young on the inside, too?”

“Yeah, it’s obviously not okay to be into that sort of thing. But if those weirdos wanna satisfy their urges by getting with a mature lady who only looks young, that’s technically fine, right?”

Stunk was speaking with a mug of ale in hand.

Succubus joints were incredibly effective as a means for reconciling immoral behavior or taboo desires. And there were also joints that offered a safe means of satisfying violent tendencies that would normally lead to bloodshed.

It was easy to punish immorality, but if all those joints closed, what would the problematic customers do then? Without anywhere to go, they’d turn to crime, which would ultimately be worse for society.

“It’s not that I don’t understand your logic, but I can’t really support that mindset.”

“I’ve got no beef with people who take ownership of their uncontrollable urges. Sounds like a strong libido to me.”

The blunt weapon in Meidri’s hands—her trusty serving tray—traveled at light speed and found Stunk’s face yet again. Having taken the bunny-slaying swordsman out with a single blow, she heaved a deep sigh.

“Everyone has their quirks, and I don’t have the power to change anyone…but really, I wish some respectable customers would show up every once in a while.”

At the exact moment Meidri was voicing her complaints…

…the doors of the bar swung open, and an impossibly gorgeous face began turning heads.

“Excuse me—”

He had the voice of a monk and wore a Zen expression. However, his face was shapely, and his eyes, while manly, were all too serious and gave off a curious aura.

The most notable thing about him was his blue skin. His skin color was common among demons, but he didn’t have any horns.

He did have three right arms, however. His left side was hidden by a cloak, but he must have had three arms on that side, too, Stunk thought as he peered at the man curiously.

“An asura.”

The rare-species gentleman took note of Stunk’s presence, his face growing solemn. He walked directly toward Stunk. Then, while standing next to him, the sound of clattering steel rang out from beneath his cloak. In no time at all, he was pointing a curved blade at Stunk.

“I heard you were a swordsman. My name is Vilchana. I challenge you to a duel.”

The man’s keen fighting spirit had been expertly honed and was now being communicated through his blade. In their homelands to the far east, asura were also known as shura, or “war demons.” This word was a common noun over there, denoting that an individual could only find fulfillment on the battlefield.

Among their species, there were also unique, war-crazed asura.

Vilchana must have been one of them.

“A duel, huh?”

Stunk took one look at Vilchana’s eyes, glinting like the blade of a katana, and set his mug down on the table.

“No thanks.”

“…Why not?”

“Seems like it’d be a pain in the ass.”

Stunk spoke flatly and picked up his mug for another swig. Vilchana furrowed his brow, incapable of understanding this behavior.

“You are a man, yes? Do you not seek to hone your blade by defeating formidable foes?”

“Nope, not really.”

“Hey, Stunk, I got the scoop on a wild new succu-joint!”

“Oh? Tell me everything.”

Zel invited Stunk to the next table over, and he gleefully joined the succubus-joint conversation.

“Wait, Stunk, was it? I wish to become stronger through combat…”

“Yeah, good luck with that. I suggest heading to the Giant Cave off to the east. There’s a ton of strong monsters there. I’m sure you can handle it, champ. Believe in yourself and fight well! Later.”

Vilchana tilted his head, befuddled. It was clear from his facial expression that their exchange had not ended the way he thought it would.

It was hard to tell if this sort of personality was typical of easterners, or if it was unique to him. Regardless, for Stunk, those kinds of people were among the most annoying.

Having a duel in the middle of the street would probably land me right in jail…

Interspecies Town wasn’t a lawless land. In order for so many species to coexist, lots of rules had been established long ago. If you were in the business of taking lives, you’d have a much easier time in the mountains or the wilderness, but definitely not the city. This was just common sense.

Stunk had no desire to be a criminal. As far as duels were concerned, he would much rather throw down in the bedroom. He directed the pub staff’s attention to the mysterious visitor.

Meidri poured on the charm and wore a great big smile as she addressed the asura.

“What will you have, weary traveler?”

“Honing one’s blade requires absolute presence of mind. I’ll have water, please.”

“One ice water!” Meidri called to the back.

The everyday hustle and bustle of Ye Pubbe had been restored.

The asura swordsman simply stood in place, utterly flummoxed.