Profession, Merchant Volume 7 Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Chapter 3 – Demon Lord, III ※

“Just so you know, if I run out of steam here and die, it won’t be good for you either.”

“……”

“I don’t have an heir to inherit my property and business, nor do I have a subordinate to entrust it to. So when I die, all my hard work will be liquidated, and through the legal process I’ve set up, half of my property will be divided between my country and the workers I’ve employed.”

The demon lord may or may not be listening. She just swirls her glass and takes a mouthful of my sperm as if to savor it.

“If that were to happen, the magical ore miners I’ve leased to Newland would, of course, have to be disposed of. Do you really want that to happen?”

In the past, despite Newland’s abundance of magical ore, ogres and orcs used primitive mining methods, digging with shovels.

This excessive inefficiency in production also caused the inflation in the magic ore’s prices.

Fortunately, I had noticed this and approached the demon lord about leasing a magic ore mining machine, and a deal was struck.

In return, it was agreed that I would borrow the rights to lease some areas of the magic ore mine to myself.

It may be a bit of an extortionate deal, but it was possible because the Newland currency had not yet established itself as an international currency.

But in the event of my death or incapacity, all my operations will be dissolved, which means the lease on the mining equipment will be canceled.

“Rest assured. I know you well.”

The demon lord stood and raised her glass as if to show it off.

“Behold! For the umpteenth time, this quantity and quality. Your vigor does not wane at all.”

In one gulp, the demon lord tilted the glass and drank all the sperm.

“Pu, hah… this means that your limit is yet to be reached. So it is inconceivable that such a small count will cause you permanent disability or even death. But on the other hand, what on earth could have happened, that you were born this lecherous?”

“Stop with the unspeakable slander!”

“Slander? Haha, my stomach hurts! Then how is your cock now that you have just climaxed for the thirteenth time? Has it wilted from exhaustion? No, it’s still standing there menacingly, as if it hadn’t come for years!”

The cock that had been tied up and forcibly stripped was still indeed standing up.

Wait, thirteen times? Did she really count that?

“You screamed nonsense, saying things like ‘please forgive me’ or ‘please give me a break’, but the truth is you never wanted me to stop, did you? Even though I haven’t really laid you yet, you can’t help but get your cock hard in anticipation of how you’re going to be tortured next.”

“No, that’s not it. It’s a physiological phenomenon.”

“Physiological phenomenon… you say?”

She puts her empty glass on the table and asks.

“Yes. Oh, Demon Lord, if they might haven’t told you this out of respect, your outrageous body and absurdly revealing clothes are a sight for sore eyes. Even if it wasn’t me, any man would get hard just by looking at you.”

“Even if it wasn’t you? What a thing to say. A normal man can only be in such a state of hardness five times at the most, and each time the quality of his semen deteriorates considerably. It’s really unbelievable that even though you’re this obvious of a pervert, you don’t think of yourself as one. Not many people are this bad at their self-awareness.”

She says this and slowly approaches me again, stooping and bending down in front of me.

“Well, how about this?”

Then she starts to rub the bulges of her big tits against my cock over the top of her high-legged swimsuit-like garment.

Through the silky fabric, I could feel the firmness of her tits.

“See, at least your body is honest. I can feel your cock throbbing as if telling me it wants to come again.”

“Shut up. I-it’s not like that!”

The geometric pattern of the fabric in her dress deforms as the cock sinks deep into the weight of her tits.

The miracle that mysteriously coexists with the contradiction of softness and elasticity – that is, tits.

Those tits are now enveloping my cock, caressing it and playing with it as much as they like.

“Look, admit it. That you are an irrepressibly lecherous man, born for the purpose of cumming.”

What a devilish voice… no, she’s a demon lord, so isn’t it normal for her to have one?

The demon lord taunted me repeatedly in an arousing way. Through the fabric, I could feel that her nipples were erect, and it was terribly enticing.

And consciously or unconsciously – or maybe not so consciously – she poked at the underside of my cock with her nipples on either side, making me feel tempted to confess something like, “I’m an incorrigible pervert” just to get this over with.

But of course, I didn’t. It would be unethical for a merchant to say something untrue just to please a customer.

She then removed her cloak and pulled down the shoulder straps of her high-legged swimsuit-like garment, exposing only her body’s upper half.

Her plump, raw tits were revealed, and her already erect, peach-colored nipples swayed.

“You desired to be sandwiched between these things, didn’t you?”

She smiled devilishly, or rather demonically.

“Yes! ………ehem, what are you talking about? That thought never crossed my mind.”

“Hahaha, there’s no need to force yourself to pretend.”

Saying something like that, the outrageous demon lord squeezed my innocent dick between her outrageous raw tits. I felt my hard core ache at the alluring touch.

At first, she only pressed her tits gently, or rather playfully, but soon after a large amount of saliva dripped from her lips, the demon lord rocked her tits up and down as if trying to squeeze them.

I don’t know if it’s due to her saliva, but the temperature and feel of her tits became more pronounced, and it further provoked my cock.

“Do you want to come? You want to come, don’t you? But no. You have to say: “Please let me come. Please squeeze out all my cum and drink it,” or I won’t let you. Go on, say it.”

“Who would ever do such a… thing!”

“You stubborn man. Haamph.”

Then, as she squeezed the shaft of my cock with her tits, she teased me by sucking only the head with the tip of her lips.

It was so that I would feel pleasure, but not enough to make me cum…

“Please let me come! Squeeze out all my cum and drink it! Please!”

Almost at the same time as my virtual declaration of defeat, there was a clatter, and a flash of light shone into my eyes. The door to the drawing room opened, and the light from the corridor flooded into the dimly lit room.

“Y-Your Majesty… ahh! We’re sorry! We’re sorry to disturb you!”

The one who entered was the demon lord’s secretary.

Seeing as she also has two small horns protruding from her head, she must also be of the same race as the demon lord.

But even though she looks like a mini demon lord, she is a sharp-witted secretary who has served her for over 100 years.

I hope this scene doesn’t traumatize her, as she looked after me during our last business meeting.

“It’s all right. So, what’s going on?”

“Uh, ah, yes! You have a visitor…”

As the secretary said this, a familiar, sharp-eyed, silver-haired beauty in a priestess’s robe appeared from behind her back.

Translator Notes

Book 3 Cover, featuring the Demon Lord and the Demon Lord’s Secretary

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