“I’m so dead.”

Nalgami groaned from his place at the table before popping a chicken egg into his mouth. He swallowed it whole, and there came an audible cracking noise as the shell broke in his throat.

The taste of his favorite raw egg seemed to revitalize him, and he exhaled sharply. The lower half of his body was loosely coiled on the floor.

As a refresher, Nalgami was a lamia—a humanoid species with a serpentine lower body. Their dietary habits were the same as snakes, meaning they generally swallowed all their food whole. Unlike humans or elves, they could easily dislocate their jaws much like snakes could, and their esophagi were incredibly flexible.

Nalgami gulped down another egg.

“Gehhh—”

Meidri let out a repulsed gasp. As an oviparous winged species, it was hard for her to stomach the very existence of someone who swallowed eggs whole. Even the famed brutish barmaid of Ye Pubbe had things that creeped her out.

At the moment, however, Nalgami was in a far worse state.

“What the hell happened?”

Stunk slurped a sunny-side-up egg off his plate. He chewed before swallowing, of course.

“Well, a lamia friend of mine asked me to do him a favor…”

“What sort of favor? Was it related to adventuring or reviewing?”

“Reviewing. He said he’d pay me to review a joint he was curious about.”

Stunk and the others had built up quite the reputation as Interspecies Reviewers by now.

They had become professional patrons of succubus joints. Tenacious thrill-seekers. Brazen perverts who regularly embarked on sexual exploits and made pocket money in the process. The natural enemies of women far and wide. “Stop having dirty conversations in public and drop dead already!” They had heard it all.

They were often asked to take one for the team and find out whether a joint was a hit or a miss. Of course, they rarely took on these requests for free. At the very least, they would have the joint’s service fees covered, but that could be negotiated, too. Especially if the place in question catered to the interests of the reviewer.

“Okay, so what kind of place are we talkin’ about?”

“It’s…a winged-person specialty joint… Specifically, birds of prey.”

“Oh man. For a snake like you, it must feel like you’re going face-to-face with your natural predator, huh?”

Winged species came in an impossibly wide variety. While normal winged people were instinctively disgusted by lamias’ dietary habits, birds of prey were another story. They tore through the air on powerful wings and snatched up snakes and other prey animals, devouring them effortlessly. They had characteristics akin to eagles and owls and were formidable hunters from a lamia’s perspective.

“What’s it like having a natural predator? It’s kinda hard for me to put myself in those shoes.”

“Even humans freak out when they see a cockroach, right?”

“I mean, I do get a little grossed out, but it’s not like I fear for my life…”

To try and see things from Nalgami’s perspective, Stunk imagined a roll in the hay with a cockroach girl.

His whole body became prickled with goose bumps.

“…Yeah, when you put it like that, there’s no way I could go through with it. What kinda stuff is your lamia friend into anyway?”

“He’s a masochist.”

“Oh…well, that explains it. He’d have to be.”

Stunk was familiar with soft masochistic play, but the more hard-core stuff was off the table. For him anyway. He wouldn’t deny anyone else their fetish. If anything, he was interested in how it could make one feel.

The elf Zel nodded rigidly, as if he understood.

“Masochists are those who are devoted to defying the laws of nature. Or maybe it’s more like they become aroused when the fear of death urges them to leave behind offspring…maybe.”

“Hmm, but really, isn’t a hard-core masochist just throwing themselves to the wolves without a second thought?”

The halfling Kanchal spoke up, arms folded and head cocked to the side.

“Is there really any reason to ask Nalgami to try the place out?”

“Probably… Hard-core masochists are really picky,” said Stunk.

“Yeah, and there are other pain-in-the-ass customers who give girls doing princess roleplay super-detailed acting instructions and then get pissed off when the girls can’t get into it…”

“Stunk, you hit the nail right on the head… This guy is fine with the sex being more hard-core than he expected, but if the experience is too soft, he’ll flip. He’s been banned from a few joints for getting upset and constricting the girls too hard.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be friends with this guy…”

“I remember him being a really nice person when we were kids… He once found an injured bird and nursed it back to health! Without eating it! He was full of affection and kindness… Why did he have to turn to the world of interspecies lust…?!”

Nalgami slapped his hand against the table and bowed his head low.

“Please come with me! He made the request to me personally, so I’m only getting covered for one, but I’ll pay for half of everyone else’s fee! I’ll be completely honest. The whole idea of this trip scares the shit out of me. I don’t think I can go alone!”

“That’s not an issue. I’ve never been with a bird of prey, and I’m interested.”

“Okay, well, I guess I’m in, too.”

Stunk and Zel took the assignment on without issue.

“I’ll pass. I have to work tonight.”

Kanchal chugged the rest of his ale. It was midafternoon.

Nalgami looked around the room for anyone else who would join them. He was terrified, after all. On the verge of tears, even. Just then, a shining pair of fluttering wings entered his field of vision.

“Crim! How about you?! Whaddaya think? Please bestow your angelic benevolence on this poor, pathetic lamia!”

“I’m still in the middle of my shift…”

“Birds of prey are sexy, though! Um, um…like, they…pick you up with their powerful talons, beat their massive wings, and take you on a magical trip through the sky… Ugh, I’m already shivering.”

“You shouldn’t force yourself…”

Crim looked at Nalgami with pity and furrowed their brow.

“With a predatory bird’s strong wings and legs, midair sex isn’t impossible, is it?”

“Are you serious, Zel? That means your jizz would be raining from the sky. That’s worse than acid rain! Ew!”

“I’m pretty sure Stunk’s imagination and phrasing is the grossest of all.”

Crim took a cold jab at Stunk while averting their gaze.

“Getting it on…while flying through the sky…hmm…”

“Okay, so it’s settled!”

“Umm, well, that’s not really what I meant, Nalgami…”

“Awesome! Let’s all go! We’re all super-good friends, right? Come on, please…!”

“Don’t run home crying with your tail between your legs! To be honest, I’m legitimately terrified of this one! M-Meidri, please say something!”

“Crim is getting on my nerves. Take him with you. Today’s a slow day, so I can handle things myself.”

“Meidri…!”

And so Crim was dragged outside.

“Okay, let’s go rain our love nectar from the heavens!”

“But really, how possible is that from a legal standpoint? Some regions have super-strict regulations on outdoor play. I mean, I guess we should be fine above a certain altitude…”

Stunk and Zel threw their money on the table and chased after the crew.

The place in question was a leisurely two-day journey from their base in Interspecies Town. It had been a half day since they found an animal trail running through some thick brush, and they could finally see a building peeking through the dense greenery. They were really bushwhacking this time.

THE BEST GIRLS FLY HIGH—MINERVA

With their destination finally in sight, the crew breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“They really put this place in a troublesome location.”

“Maybe they have a lot of avian clientele?”

“Good point. It would’ve been easy to get here if we could fly.”

Even after trudging along the animal path, the crew still had plenty of stamina left. Stunk was used to traveling thanks to his adventurer experience, and elves originally hailed from the mountains and forests. As for angels, they were always floating anyway. Lastly, the lamia Nalgami was able to skillfully slither along, but—

“Whew… Hrk… Urgh…”

—Nalgami’s breath was ragged as his forked tongue flitted in and out of his mouth.

“I can do this… I’m the real deal! I’m no chicken! Let’s go!”

“That’s right, Nalgami, you’re the genuine article. C’mon now.”

“W-wait, Stunk. Already? Can’t we get our bearings at that pub first?”

“Come on, big guy. Have a pep talk with the snake between your legs and get in there.”

“The snake between my legs is currently hibernating.”

Nalgami had a deathlike pallor on his face. His species didn’t have great color in their faces to begin with, but he was about five shades paler than usual, and his tail was twitching much like the average man’s other tail did when it was excited.

“Look, I realize they’re your natural predator, but when we passed a group of predatory birds in the past, you didn’t even bat an eye, right?”

“Simply passing by and stepping into their lair are completely different… For example, think back to the cockroach metaphor…”

“If you don’t give that a rest, I won’t be able to get it up once we’re inside.”

Nalgami’s entire body had gone hard as a rock. Everyone was pretty sure he wouldn’t budge an inch.

Despite all this, he was still a man with a sword between his legs. What’s more, snakes had two swords.

“…I really don’t have a choice, do I?”

Shaking like a leaf, Nalgami strode forward, both swords at the ready. He slithered forth for the sake of his duty.

What could his natural predator do to him, really?

“I already knew, Nalgami… You and I, we’re the same sort of animal.”

“It’s eat or be eaten. You’ve gotta show ’em what you’re made of, Nalgami.”

“Stunk, Zel. Why do you both look so smug?”

“How could we not smile at the sight of our buddy laying it all on the line? The first time we introduced you to a succubus joint, we were smiling to motivate you back then, weren’t we?”

“Seems a lot more like smirking to me…”

In that moment, Stunk’s flippant expression was…instantly wiped from his face by the drawn blade extended toward him just in front of the establishment.

A blue-skinned, Buddha-faced brute with six arms blocked their path, staring down Stunk with a solemn smile.

“Swordsman Stunk. I challenge you to a duel.”

The asura swordsman Vilchana meekly challenged Stunk, who stared back at him without hesitation.

“…No. We’re heading into this succubus joint.”

“Why…? Why won’t you draw your sword?”

“I’m about to draw a different kinda sword if you know what I mean…”

“Hmm? You would deliberately tell me of your concealed weapon? …How intriguing.”

“No, that’s not it. Really, though, how many times have you asked me, man? I’ve said no at least ten times.”

“Ever since the day I first held my blade, I have been on a ceaseless quest to meet my match… Any man would say the same.”

His fancy footwork blocked Stunk from passing through the front door.

“I prefer to have someone else grip my blade.”

“A move of deference in swordplay? Responsive initiative, perhaps? …Intriguing.”

“I like to bring the pain, too. Getting in deep and making my opponent cry for mercy definitely works to a man’s advantage.”

“So…maintaining consistent attacks and landing a decisive blow when the time is right… Intriguing.”

“Do you really think you can just say ‘intriguing’ in response to everything and call it a day?”

The way he paused before he said it each time was really getting on Stunk’s nerves.

“Umm, Stunk, we’re gonna head inside.”

The other three walked straight past Vilchana and headed for the entrance.

“W-wait up! I’m not gonna let you choose the best girls first!”

“Stunk, it looks like fate has already chosen your opponent for you.”

“That’s not the kind of adversary I’m after, Zel! Use your magic to put this guy to sleep or something!”

“Everyone says asuras have really high magic resistance…”

“This is true. There aren’t many of us who wield the dark arts, but our resistances are second to none.”

“What the…? Dark arts?”

Stunk couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but he was getting flustered and quickly feeling uncomfortable.

I think this guy showed up in the wrong world.

As if giving substance to Stunk’s very doubts, Vilchana was now brandishing three swords—a lightly curved katana in his middle pair of hands, a short, blunted dagger with a blunt end in his top pair, and an off-putting crescent-moon blade in his bottom pair.

“The time for talk is over. Let us speak with our swords.”

There was no spark in Vilchana’s voice, nor bloodlust emanating from his tempered gaze.

All he wanted to do was improve his swordsmanship. He was stoic and pure, almost to a fault.

Fwhoosh—!

The tip of Vilchana’s long sword tore through the air, followed by arcing slashes from his dagger and curved blade. The three strikes came at varying speeds, yet they were all delivered quite seriously. Avoiding one strike made another that much more likely to land. This was a style of sword fighting that prioritized dispatching one’s opponent quickly and thoroughly.

“Hey!”

Stunk let his knees go slack and backstepped, kicking off the ground with the tips of his toes and doing a back handspring to avoid the attack. He grabbed a fistful of dirt and threw it in Vilchana’s face as a diversion before standing up and distancing himself appropriately.

Vilchana didn’t even crack a smile and looked satisfied before saying, “Exceptional… My intuition was right about you after all.”

“You should spend less time thinking about other men. You need to broaden your horizons!”

“What…?”

Suddenly, razor-sharp talons dug into Vilchana’s neck and waist. Hovering in the air, wings flapping, an eagleperson in a military police uniform had apprehended Vilchana. Just as Vilchana swung his blade, the eagleperson swooped down upon him with blinding speed.

“You will not brandish deadly weapons within city limits. Come with me.”

“You dare interrupt my duel?”

“You will be fined for attempting to shed blood in a civilian area and impinging on a business. Would you like to add obstruction of justice to your charges?”

“I don’t have any money.”

“…In that case, you’ll have to work off your fine.”

“I have no interest in picking up anything but a sword.”

“Your time in custody will be extended for any work delays.”

Vilchana quickly fell silent.

“It looks like our duel is being put on hold, Stunk. Until we meet again.”

Vilchana wasn’t enough of a madman to go blow-for-blow with a city official. Stunk waved Vilchana and the eagle official off as they disappeared into the sky.

“Good-bye and good riddance!”

“Those talons… They really freak me out…”

Each group member clapped the shuddering lamia on the back, and they all headed into Minerva together.

Predatory birds all had unique characteristics relative to their eyes. Eagles generally had sharp, piercing eyes, causing them to appear harsh or aggressive more often than not.

Many owls had large eyes that were so round, they seemed almost mechanical, making their thoughts impossible to read.

Both types were whittling down Nalgami’s nerves as the girls stared at the men from their waiting room on the other side of a glass partition.

“They’re watching us like we’re their prey… Ha-ha, great… This is really happening, isn’t it…? Might as well just go for it!”

“Whoa, settle down, Nalgami. Every establishment makes sure to be conscious of their clientele; they’re not looking at you with brutish eyes. Right, Zel?”

“There’s nothing I can say to follow that. I doubt there’s any way to suppress instinctual fear through logic. Even Meidri said she can’t stomach the fact that lamia want to eat the unfertilized eggs of winged creatures, all logic aside.”

“Please, Zel, don’t get me down any further at a time like this.”

Nalgami wanted to be strong, but he was trembling down to the tip of his tail, which only seemed to increase the predatory-bird girls’ interest in him.

Are they…worried about him? Stunk brushed the thought aside. Right now, rather than change his initial approach, he needed to channel his inner conqueror.

“Listen up, Nalgami. What is a man’s most defining trait? That’s right! It’s the weapon we all have dangling down below: our sword. And for that matter, you have two swords, don’t you? That means you’re twice as strong as me or Zel.”

“I’m strong…? Twice as…strong?”

“You’re goddamn right you are! I’m super jealous of you! You’re a dual wielder!”

“I understand you’re trying to encourage him, but it’s starting to sound a bit like complaining, Mr. Lady-Killer.”

“Crim, if you had two of those great swords, you would literally kill people.”

Stunk and Zel looked at Crim coldly.

“W-well, I was born this way! What am I supposed to do about it?!”

Crim’s face turned beet-red. The youthful angel sounded cute even when they were yelling. However, after a round with their demon blade, it wouldn’t take long for any predatory bird they picked to become the prey.

Nalgami stifled a laugh and relaxed his shoulders some.

“Yeah, that’s right… Crim, your anaconda would swallow these birds whole. But I’m a man, too! Or rather, I’ll see this request through and become a real man!”

The lamia made up his mind and pointed at a girl through the glass partition.

“I choose that girl! The biggest eagle here!”

“This guy just walked straight into hell without flinching.”

“It’s all up to momentum now.”

“Nalgami…make sure you come back alive…”

Nalgami’s serpentine tail disappeared into the playroom.

“Now it’s our turn.”

It was time for Stunk and the others to choose their companions. This was one of the most thrilling moments at a succubus joint. Girls who made it their job to show you the time of your life were at your fingertips. Stunk always believed this to be an invaluable experience for men. Your enjoyment hinged on the resolve it took to make the right choice—potential hours of pleasure were decided in an instant.

“Okay, I’ll go with that bald-eaglegirl.”

Zel made his choice, and then it was Crim’s turn.

“I choose…that large lady there.”

And lastly, the anchor, Stunk. It wasn’t exactly a case of last but not least, yet there was a girl remaining whom Stunk was interested in.

“You there, the short-eared-owlgirl. Haven’t we met somewhere before?”

This wasn’t a classic pickup line. Stunk really did feel like he’d seen her before. She had unbelievably large, round eyes and tufts sticking from her head that looked like real ears. She also had wings sprouting from her upper back, as well as powerful talons. In reality, these were characteristics that likely applied to all short-eared owlpeople…

“……?”

She must have realized Stunk was looking at her through the glass and cocked her head to the side. Or more accurately, she spun her head completely around.

Her chin traded places with the back of her head, and Stunk reflexively let out a yelp of surprise. Owls’ neck joints had a frighteningly large range of motion. Stunk recalled being shocked by this in the past.

“Well, whatever. I’ll go with her.”

Stunk spoke to the receptionist and had the short-eared-owlgirl called over.

When it came to how good of a time you would have, actions spoke a hell of a lot louder than words.

* * *

When they entered the playroom, Stunk’s owlgirl bowed at the waist—a perfect ninety-degree angle.

“My name is Mimiru.”

There was no inflection to her voice, and she suddenly twisted her neck around to look back up at Stunk.

“Whoa! I’m never ready for that.”

“I always thought my clients enjoyed it.”

“Is that your go-to technique with avian clients…?”

The girl named Mimiru remained emotionless even when questioned. Her eyes were wide to the point that the whites were visible around the total circumference of her pupils. Even so, she had an understated charm to her face that Stunk couldn’t be mad at. She had freckles at the base of her nose that were somehow familiar to him. He was sure he had seen this expression before.

“Are you sure we haven’t met somewhere?”

“Are you hitting on me? In this prepaid situation?”

“No, I know that’s not necessary, but—”

“If you’re not hitting on me, then you might actually be thinking of the twins. I haven’t seen them for a while, but I heard they’re working as receptionists who take on clients every once in a while.”

“Oh, you might be right! Although I would never forget a girl I’ve been with before.”

Stunk took a moment to study Mimiru’s body again. She was about average height by human standards, and her build was the same as an adult female’s. She was pear-shaped with a slender waist. Her bust was voluminous, perhaps due to her shoulders and chest muscles being developed enough to support her winged arms. She also had alluring hips that had graceful curves, supporting her legs, which ended in powerful talons.

Her “outfit” left little to the imagination and could barely be considered clothing.

She was only wearing a buttoned collar, a skinny tie, and lacy black panties. If her feathers weren’t covering the bottom half of her bosom and her crotch, she would have looked even more suggestive.

This level of exposure is totally my speed.

Stunk could see that Mimiru was already wet. She remained bowing but looked up with intense interest.

“Wow, that’s quite the bulge you’ve got there. I bet it’s really impressive.”

“Stop craning your neck at such extreme angles just to look at it.”

“You secretly love this, don’t you?”

“…You have keen instincts.”

Not wasting another moment, Stunk let his sword fall free from its scabbard. It was well-worn and slightly tarnished from its many battles.

Mimiru cooed in awe, verbally stroking Stunk’s ego.

“Go ahead, feast your eyes. Sometimes, I swear this thing has a mind of its own.”

“Fuuu…”

“Hnng…”

Mimiru blew on Stunk’s tip, causing his blade to twitch.

“He’s rather well-behaved, isn’t he?”

“No, he’s anything but. He’s a bad, bad boy that’s been the terror of many playmates before you.”

“How about some feather play?”

“Hnng… Unngh—”

As Mimiru’s soft feathers traveled across its length, a shudder traveled from Stunk’s bad boy all the way up his spine. The delicate sensation was particularly hard to endure. If a giant swung a battle-ax toward him, he could parry the attack, but a feather floating on air could effortlessly evade his sword swings. Mimiru’s affectionate foreplay was on the same level.

Tickle, tickle, blow.

Twitch, twitch, oof, hnng…

Stunk had no hope of stifling his moans.

This owlgirl is talented as hell…!

Mimiru continued using her feathers and light breaths to tease Stunk into submission, causing him to edge along the border of frustration. His pleasure intensified as his stone pillar towered higher and higher. There were tears in his eyes—the tears of a father who had watched his son grow into a fine man.

That said, each delicate stroke was so faint, Stunk didn’t think he would be able to finish this way, which was a problem.

“Wow, it’s gotten so red, just like a newborn baby. Ohh, you’re so cute, you trembling little thing…”

“W-wow, you’re really treating my delinquent son like an infant…! Mmph, hnng, unngh… But you’ll never be able to reform this ruffian with just your feathers or breath!”

“Smooch.”

“Mmmmmmph…”

Mimiru suddenly kissed Stunk right on his tip, causing a drop of dew to bubble forth. She kissed it again and again with a defined rhythm, picking up energy each time.

Smooch, smooch, smooch, smooooooooch, smooch.

Now she was aiming directly for his most sensitive areas on purpose. Normally, this wouldn’t be the strongest stimulation, but now that he was used to her ticklish caress, his nerves were hypersensitive.

“Oof, hrk, unngh, it’s no use! I can’t hold on…!”

A tidal wave of pleasure engulfed Stunk all at once. His legs and hips shuddered, and the shaking only served to further stimulate his swollen member. Stunk felt like he was boiling over as he succumbed to defeat.

His bad boy threw a veritable tantrum and erupted. His love nectar shot out like a geyser, wild and free.

“Mmm, well, well, you certainly have stamina. Excellent.”

Mimiru took Stunk’s load of defeat on her face without flinching. She didn’t seem to mind. She chose to keep her large eyes open the entire time, and when any of the liquid threatened to get near them, she simply craned her neck to redirect the flow.

She had the technique of a professional who had taken it on the face more than a few times without ever getting it in her eyes. As further proof of her presence of mind, she assaulted Stunk’s member with even more kisses before he had finished spilling his seed.

“Hoo… Mmm… Nnf… Gah…”

“My, you’ve got quite a bit of energy. You’re not done yet, right? Smooch.”

“Hnnnnng…”

Although Stunk thought he was calming down, he felt himself surging up yet again. He continued blowing his load in voluminous spurts, to the point where he was convinced he would be drained dry. It went everywhere.

“Wow… I’m covered in it.”

Mimiru’s expression remained neutral the entire time. Her eyes were the only part of her body that weren’t drenched. And although she still seemed levelheaded, Stunk thought he noticed her breath becoming a bit feverish.

Stunk lost the first round soon after they met, but for round two, he believed he held the advantage. The battleground would be the bath area in the back of the playroom. The pair sat down on an inflatable, waterproof mat.

“Do you want to wash my cloaca? This service is included in the standard price.”

“Yeah, definitely. I’m here at a bird-of-prey specialty shop, after all.”

The majority of avian species had only one hole between their legs, and it served all purposes. Of course, this meant it often needed cleaning, and some avian women, such as Mimiru, had winged arms, making the task rather difficult at times.

This meant that the chance to wash it was considered a special service.

“Okay then, please go ahead and clean all you like.”

Mimiru spread her legs and pulled her black panties to the side, revealing a glistening red vertical slit between the folds of her feathers. Compared with those of human females, her vulva seemed a bit thicker and softer.

“Hmm, at a glance, I can’t really see any spots that need cleaning.”

“That’s because I washed myself with a special device beforehand. I wouldn’t want any part of your experience to be off-putting.”

“The device you used… Is it a long, protruding instrument?”

“It’s a bit more unique than that. Would you like to try it?”

“No, I’m fine using my hand.”

Using a tool would only diminish Stunk’s sense of revenge. The disgrace of giving in so quickly in round one had transformed into motivation for a successful retaliation.

I’ll either even the score and get her moaning, or just take my losses and enjoy some soft-core masochism.

Really, Stunk would be fine either way. He was an absolute hedonist in the end. That said, he wasn’t so foolish that he’d simply wait for the decision to be made for him.

Victory and defeat were two sides of the same coin, and in the end, everything was up to chance.

Stunk had already thrown his clothes aside. He was ready to quite literally leave it all on the battlefield.

“Okay, no time like the present!”

Stunk scooped up some special cleaning slime and lathered up his hands before reaching for Mimiru’s cloaca. He formed a spear with his middle and forefinger and slid inside her.

“Mmmm…”

Her warm, wet muscles gripped his fingers tight, but that didn’t stop him from going farther. He could feel a number of ridges inside, all plump and pleasant to the touch. Just to ensure he left her squeaky-clean, he used his fingers to massage the slime in and around each ridge.

“Mm…ahhn…mmph…”

Though her expression remained unchanged, Mimiru’s moans became more and more passionate.

“My impression of avian girls is that they get off really easily, but is that not the case for birds of prey?”

“Oh, I’m definitely getting off. Just look, I’m sopping wet.”

“Oh wow, you’re right. It’s hard to tell just from your voice or your expression.”

Mimiru was a worthy opponent, which excited Stunk all the more.

I better start looking for her weak points.

Stunk unfocused his eyes as if he were looking at something far in the distance. He was fine not being able to see the expression on her face. He re-created her entire visage in his mind’s eye. This was the same mental image he would rely on once he was busy with his bladework.

Stunk traced the inside of Mimiru’s cloaca slowly and carefully, swirling his fingers around and around.

“Mmf…whew…ohh…that’s so good…”

The moment her voice got louder, her shoulders and knees trembled. If Stunk had been focusing his vision on a specific part of her, he might have missed it.

“I see, this must be it.”

Stunk used a fingertip to press down on her lower abdomen, and her shoulders and knees shook again. Then he rubbed the corresponding spot inside her while applying pressure, and her jaw twitched.

It was definitely a weak point. Stunk decided to focus his efforts there for a while, returning his attention to her face so he could check her expression.

“Mmm, ohhh wow… You already found my weak point? I’m impressed…”

The only real change in her expression that Stunk could ascertain was her eyelids dropping down about halfway. In addition to that, her cheeks were flushed red, and her voice was honey-sweet. Stunk was more than pleased with the result as he smirked.

“You might act curt, but you really do get off easily, don’t you?”

“If anything, all the other girls say I show it in my face the most.”

“Does that I mean I’ve already seen you fully aroused? Are you saying you’re really, really turned on right now?”

Stunk inserted his fingers again and rubbed her weak point—quicker this time, and with a twisting motion.

“Mm, ohh…mmph, ohhh…”

Neither Mimiru’s expression nor her voice had really changed, but the bucking of her hips increased in tempo. Then, without warning, her trembling legs flew up, and… Snikt!

Mimiru’s talons seized Stunk’s shoulders and waist.

“Wh-whoa! I was not expecting that!”

“Hnnng, oh, I’m sorry… I just got really into it, and I wanted to grab onto whatever was nearby… Um…normally, I would be grabbing onto a tree branch or something during sex…mmph…”

“Okay, if you’re reacting because it feels good, that’s no problem.”

Stunk was shocked, but he wasn’t hurt. He adjusted his position so that Mimiru’s talons weren’t directly digging into his flesh. The way they steadily closed around his body was actually rather stimulating. Mimiru was in the throes of ecstasy now, unable to endure and clutching onto Stunk for dear life.

“Are you getting off that intensely? Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Can you hear yourself gushing?”

“Yes…I’m soaking wet… Mmph, ohhh, ahh, that feels so good.”

Stunk swirled his fingers in and out of her, and she was leaking all over the mat. Her cloaca had begun twitching, and Stunk could tell she was nearing her climax.

“Take this!”

Stunk pushed down hard on her weak spot.

“Ahhhn!”

Mimiru’s hips thrust hard into the air, and her talons wrapped around Stunk. Her squirming had turned into convulsing, and Stunk’s fingers felt as if they were in a molten-hot vise. There was no mistaking her satisfaction.

This brought the scoreboard to one win and one loss for Stunk. Just as he was getting ready to bask in the limelight of his victory—whoosh—Mimiru whipped her head around a hundred eighty degrees to stare at him.

“Yikes! Once again, you damn near gave me a heart attack…”

“That felt so good, I wanted to treat you to my special service, so I whipped my head around.”

“I don’t really think that’s a special service!”

“At any rate, let’s move on.”

“Why do I get the feeling that nothing fazes you? Is that neutral face more than a gimmick?”

Stunk had been freaked out, but he succeeded in his mission. He might have been battling himself, but he didn’t mind. A man’s ecstasy was often rooted in the battle against the self. Thinking about it logically, such a battle was always doomed to eternal stalemate.

Mimiru and Stunk decided that instead of the bed, they would do it on a perch jutting out from the wall. The most natural position for avians wasn’t missionary, doggy style, or cowgirl, after all. For them, they felt most comfortable while perched on a branch.

Mimiru grabbed the perch with her talons, bent her knees, and lowered her rear end.

“Mmm. You’ve definitely mastered that position. It looks so natural.”

Stunk rotated around behind her and cranked a lever on the wall to adjust the height of the perch, aligning the height of her backside with his crotch. Her tail feathers rose, inviting him in.

Drip, drop. Stunk could hear the evidence of her arousal hitting the floor.

“I would appreciate if you put it in immediately. I’m very wet right now.”

“I dunno how to react to you demanding it so matter-of-factly…”

Yet Stunk recognized the way she felt, grabbing tightly onto her ass as she leaned forward to stick it out. He rubbed his towering member against the plush lips of her entrance.

“Mmmnn…”

Mimiru’s voice escaped through her nose and escalated in pitch. Maybe it was actually a good thing that Stunk couldn’t see her face from behind. This allowed him to not be distracted by the lack of expression on her face and gauge her level of pleasure from the way her body reacted.

He thrust his way deep inside and stopped for a moment, at which point she seemed unsure how to react as she clung to him.

“Heh, that’s a cute reaction.”

“My cloaca is not actually built for penetration.”

The majority of avian men did not have penises. Most of them had cloacae, just like the women, and intercourse mainly consisted of both the male and female rubbing them together. Exceptions included terrestrial avians such as ostriches and emus, or waterfowl such as ducks. In other words, avian species who made their home in the sky did not have members swinging between their legs.

So most male birds don’t have to deal with their cocks flapping in the wind when they fly. I see.

However, not all avians had the same reproductive functionality. That said, the hole Stunk was engaging with now was meant to interact with another cloaca.

The feeling he was currently experiencing must have been a sort of peristalsis that the cloaca used to push out foreign objects. Nonetheless, the intense moisture was proof that it was also demanding pleasure.

“If it’s not made for penetration but you’re still getting off on me being inside you, that means you can’t get enough of interspecies sex, doesn’t it?”

Stunk added in a “geh-heh” for good measure.

Mimiru bashfully shrugged.

“Mmm…if I hated it, I wouldn’t have taken this job.”

“You love it, don’t you? You have to answer me clearly, or this thick, hard cock won’t budge an inch.”

“Yes, I like it; that’s correct. I love interspecies sex, hip hooray.”

“That was pretty dry, but you did admit to it, so that’s good enough for me!”

Maintaining a good vibe was important, so Stunk decided to roll with the punches, even though she didn’t actually sound that into it. He started moving, slowly at first, then increased momentum.

As Stunk explored the inside of Mimiru’s cloaca with his massive member, she arched her back while being racked with spasms. Her muscles were taut from flying every day, and now they squirmed and stretched in response to her pleasure.

“Mmm…ohhh…ahhh…annngh…”

Mimiru’s sweet moans graced Stunk’s ears. If the feeling of pushing a foreign object out from the cloaca was comparable to laying an egg, Stunk surmised that this must have been very satisfying for Mimiru.

Each time Stunk nearly exited her completely, he counterattacked this resistance, increased his tempo, and pushed in again.

“Hff…hff…hff…”

Mimiru seemed to be gasping for breath, but the flow of her love juice had only gained momentum. She was deriving pleasure from the amoral sensation that her cloaca was ignoring its given bodily function.

From a succu-girl’s standpoint, she was a natural-born deviant. Stunk moved slowly and deliberately, patiently stoking her furnace.

With each full stroke, Mimiru’s reactions were getting more intense.

“Ooohhh…ahhhh…mmmm…unnnnnngha!”

“Yes, that’s it… Let’s pick up the pace bit by bit. I’m gonna work you over nice and slow. You’ll be a twitching mess by the time we’re done.”

Stunk didn’t have Kanchal’s level of finger dexterity, he couldn’t magically gauge his partner’s pleasure like Zel, and he definitely lost the battle of sword size to Crim.

Still, Stunk was a swordsman, and he was proud of the many encounters his weapon had seen him through. Whether a battle called for his steel sword or the one made of flesh, he had no intentions of losing with either.

“Ooohhh…ahhhh…mmmm…annnh…ooooh…you’re right… This is definitely next-level!”

As the rhythm of Stunk’s pumping exceeded the tempo of his pulse, they were both sopping wet below the waist.

Stunk increased the pace even more as he twisted and turned inside Mimiru. With each squelch that came from between her thighs, Stunk grew more and more excited.

There really was something instinctual about slamming into someone else with your hips… What would you call it…? That certain something… Something…

Sex was an act carried out by two or more people—at times, for the purpose of procreation, but more often than not, done exclusively for pleasure. In other words, it felt damn good.

Mimiru’s cloaca only became hotter and wetter. Stunk wanted nothing more than to lose himself to lust…but he couldn’t. Not just yet.

“By the way, I heard you guys offer a midair sex service.”

“Oh, well, that’s…ungh… Well, since you’re so big, mmm, ahhh—One second, I’m going to cum…ohhhh…”

“Um…please don’t cum as casually as a person would cough.”

“Mmm, oof…s-sorry, it’s just that it feels really good, so…”

Mimiru’s entire body shook as she immersed herself in a brief climax. She waited for the trembling to stop before she spoke again.

“Since you’re so big, midair sex would be quite dangerous. But if you don’t mind signing a liability waiver, which would absolve us of responsibility for any injury sustained during landing, then maybe…”

“No, it’s fine. I’m good.”

“Also, for the record, cumming during midair sex is strictly prohibited. If you do and it lands on a residence or a pedestrian, you, as the customer, will be liable for—”

“I said I’m good! Doing it like this is more than fine!”

Stunk sped up his thrusting as if to drive the point home. He attacked her with a flurry of vicious, squelching thrusts.

“Mmm…ahh, that’s a relief, then…ohh, ahhh… You’re so incredible, I didn’t want to fly, but rather…mmm…just enjoy you to the fullest right here…ohh, ahh, mmmm…”

As Mimiru moaned in pleasure, beads of sweat formed on the parts of her skin that weren’t covered by feathers.

“Ohh, ahh, mmmm…our species finds it easier to lay eggs when our cloacae are properly stimulated… Mmm, ahh, ohhh…I’ve laid so many unfertilized eggs…”

Mimiru turned her head to show Stunk her profile over her shoulder. Her half-lidded eyes looked like they were melting. Stunk could see she was drowning in lust.

“I think my body is telling me to have my eggs fertilized by the one who’s making me feel this good…”

With that simple statement, Stunk’s libido was thrown into overdrive.

Instead of holding on to her hips, he grabbed her arms like reins and lay into her with frenzied hip thrusts. His sole thought was to drill as deep as he could.

“So you really want to lay fertilized eggs, do you? My fertilized eggs? Our relationship is purely physical, but you want to make a nest, lay my eggs, and keep them warm, don’t you?!”

“Ohh, ahhh, mmm…hnnng… I wish this contraceptive magic would wear off…! I want to lay eggs, mmmm, ooooh… Ye-ye-yes, I w-want your e-e-eggs…!”

Did bedroom talk for an avian get any more passionate than this?!

Conversely, for a man of a different species, could a woman wanting to have his babies be any more of an ego boost?

The impetus rising explosively from Stunk’s lower belly pulsed and entered his sword, causing it to shudder violently.

“Then lay your eggs! Lay them all!”

He didn’t actually want to father her babies, of course. It was just sex talk, but he said it in the heat of the moment… Typical Stunk.

Mimiru’s cloaca contracted around Stunk’s manhood as she came.

“Ohhh, ahhh, mmmmmm—”

Her entire body shuddered violently, both inside and out.

Victory!

A feeling of triumph washed over Stunk, and he was about to explode inside Mimiru when—

Whoosh!

—the back of her head was replaced with her face.

“Goddamn it, that’s freaky!”

The shock of the poorly timed (or purposefully timed?) head twist pushed Stunk over the edge and… Pshu…pshuu…pshuuu!

“Why couldn’t you just let me cum without scaring me half to death…?”

“We should kiss while you climax. It feels good.”

“Well…you’re not wrong. C’mere.”

Stunk was desperate.

Their lips met, their tongues intertwined, and saliva was swapped. Stunk couldn’t deny that it felt good. However…

…he also couldn’t get that unfortunate ending out of his mind.

Once again, the curious patrons of Ye Pubbe swarmed the new review posted on the wall. Among them was a peculiar lamia breathing heavily through his nose. It was probably Nalgami’s masochist friend.

Having barely survived the trip to hell and back at his friend’s behest, Nalgami was slumped over a table.

“How could you possibly enjoy that…? I was paralyzed with fear the whole time…”

“Didn’t you feel the thrill of the hunt from the prey’s perspective?”

Meidri laughed mischievously and put an ale down in front of Nalgami.

“Um, I didn’t order anything.”

“It’s from that guy over there.”

Stunk waved from a seat at the counter. He sent a wordless expression of gratitude to his compatriot who had overcome the test of will, and Nalgami narrowed his eyes at this odd act of consideration before downing the drink in a single gulp.

“I really did try my best. I even went for the midair sex experience.”

Next, Zel spoke from the seat next to Stunk.

“It seems like Nalgami didn’t have a good time…but I actually enjoyed myself quite a bit.”

Crim narrowed their spellbound eyes behind the counter.

“My wings are still unstable, so I can’t fly to high places…but with the girl I chose, I could fly higher than ever… My soul felt cleansed…”

The halo above Crim’s head was broken in one place, and this was the reason that their angelic powers were weakened. If they didn’t find a way to fix it, they would never be able to return to Heaven. For Crim, this was apparently a serious problem.

Crim sure seems to be loving our succubus-joint visits, though…

Crim may have had an adorably pure face, but their soul was gradually becoming as tainted as the rest of the group’s. Seeing them smile so widely, Stunk couldn’t resist teasing them a little.

“So, Crim, how did it feel to spread your seed from the heavens?”

“Uh, hmm… Well, I can’t deny that it felt amazing… I just wish I didn’t have to pay that fine.”

The angel’s face turned beet-red. Crim realized the deviants around them were watching their blissful expression with huge smiles on their faces. They needed an out, which was why they flagged down Meidri as she passed by.

“Oh, by the way, did you go out that day, Meidri?”

“Me? Why do you ask?”

“When I looked down from the sky, I could’ve sworn I saw you through a gap in the forest.”

Crim cocked their head to the right as their sentence cut off.

“Although that person’s skin seemed a bit darker than yours…”

“It was probably just a close resemblance. I was here all day, working. Anyway, there’s another request that arrived with your guys’ name on it.”

Meidri set down a sealed letter. It was addressed to the four of them: Stunk, Zel, Kanchal, and Crim. Kanchal was busy with a different job, so the remaining three opened it up.

The request was from The Sex Marionette.

“This is the golem joint from the other day, right?”

“Huh? Did you say something, Zel?”

Meidri remembered the specifics of that visit and immediately stared daggers at Zel.

Stunk threw his hands up in resignation and flashed his best flattering smile.

“We’re sorry, Meidri. Really, we are!”

“…Next time, you’re dead.”

With bloodlust seeping from every pore, the winged woman walked away.

“…Sheesh, that was close. If she knew what was written here, she would have freaked out for sure.”

Zel had already finished reading the letter and jutted his chin toward it, prompting Stunk and Crim to look it over as well.

All three of them gasped.

“…One of the Meidri golems went missing…?”