Profession, Merchant Volume 7 Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Chapter 13 – Swimsuit Episode, I ※

“Ahahaha, now you’ve done it. Ei!!”

The female warrior with the blonde hair tied in a single bun screams at the splashes I make.

The strands of her green one-piece bikini glisten in the strong sunlight, illuminating her bowl-shaped tits as they sway.

“Um, would you like to do this?”

Then the holy knight holding a beach ball offered something like that.

Her light pink two-piece bikini hugged her narrow waist and her long, supple yet flexible arms and legs.

“What are we going to do about the net?”

The secretary says.

“I’ll use magic to make one. Here we go!”

This time it was the demon lord who spoke.

Although she has always worn a swimsuit-like costume, she has now changed into something more appropriate for the occasion, a white bikini and a flouncy pareo, the design of which would make a man swoon.

Without her horns, you wouldn’t know she’s a demon lord, just a beautiful lady.

A very sexy and beautiful one at that.

“Wow, as expected from Her Majesty, you really can do anything. But why did you put the net over the sea instead of the shore?”

The secretary asks, her eyes glued to the demon lord’s body.

The secretary, who was also wearing a swimsuit-like costume in an attempt to imitate the demon lord, is now wearing a real navy-blue school swimsuit.

“Beach volleyball in the sea is better for your legs and back because of the added water stress. Also, you’re less likely to get injured because the water cushions your fall.”

The demon lord was right, but playing beach volleyball with your legs and feet slowed by the added weight of the water is very tiring.

Naturally, it became especially hard for me and the secretary, who are indoor people.

On the other hand, the three athletic girls were happily splashing around in the water and playing with the ball.

The countless drops of water glistened in their beautiful movements and their constant laughter made me smile.

As the event progressed, the demon lord’s bathing suit came off, exposing her breasts, but that was part of the charm of beach volleyball.

After a while, the secretary and I, feeling the limits of our physical strength, went to the beach first.

“Do you want to play in the sand?”

I ask, but the secretary sighs.

“You see. I may look like one, but I am 156 years old this year. I am not mentally a child to play in the sand.”

“I’m sorry. But that’s wrong. Even adults play in the sand.”

“Is that so? Anyway, I’m thirsty.”

“Where’s your canteen? I’ll get it for you.”

“I don’t have one.”

“That’s very careless of you.”

“But it doesn’t matter. You’re here.”

The petite secretary looks up at me.

“Me? What do you mean?”

“It’s all right. I won’t lock you up. One drink is all I need.”

Then the secretary puts her hand on my black boxer-style underwear, which I was wearing as a swimming costume.

“W-wait a minute. This is not a good place.”

I said, covering my manhood with my hands.

“It’s fine. They are too busy playing beach volleyball to pay any attention to us.”

And the secretary brushes it away, exposing my member to the bright blue sky.

“Oh my. Look at this lad, you’re getting bigger already. At least your body’s honest.”

Although she speaks like an old man, the way her big round eyes stare at my cock with a slightly cross-eyed look and her bright red tongue stretches out is adorable.

The secretary has a delicate build but her figure is enough to be called sexy, although the way her innocent tongue and lips lick the tip of my cock reminds me of a small animal.

She sucked on my cock as if blowing on a flute, making slurping, squelching noises and leaving enough saliva to make it slippery.

After running her tongue over the glans and back muscles, the secretary then takes the cock in her tiny mouth.

At first it looks like she’s straining and her eyes squeeze shut in pain, but she keeps working hard, flicking her tongue in and out.

“Hey, are you all right?”

I ask her, but she just turns her slightly teary eyes towards me.

The innocent cheeks show the peculiar contraction of fellatio, but I feel like I’m doing something terribly wrong.

But that makes me all the more excited.

And then,

“Chupuu, chup, slurururup” our actions made very obscene sounds.

And with the sun shining, my feelings of wanting to ejaculate increased even more.

“This is bad. I’m… ugh…!”

Into her warm mouth, “Burururut, blurut splururuurt…” I shoot my sperm uninhibitedly.

There, the secretary sucked with pouted lips and swallowed it all without hesitation.

She was like a baby sucking milk from its mother.

“Puhaaa! It’s delicious!”

The secretary was very pleased.

But then, suddenly, a voice came from the street.

“Ah, young master… wait. What are you doing?”

It was the female attorney.

And for some reason she was pulling a bicycle.

Is she going for a walk on the beach?

“No, this is… that…”

The attorney looks at me with terrible contempt.

After all, I’m exposing my cock and letting a petite girl in a school swimsuit swallow my sperm.

“No, well, I won’t tell everyone. So be at ease.”

When I was told of this, I was taken aback.

“Actually, there is something I need to tell you.”

“‘Really? What’s that?

“I’m afraid your letter to Andersen’s finance minister hasn’t been received.”

“Huh? Why not? The letter was legally protected, wasn’t it?”

Even though the letter contained the advice that ‘if the newspapers try to scoop the sexually explicit pictures of the priestesses, please try to stop them by issuing a censorship decree’. I had assumed that he would do something about it for the sake of national stability, but it was unforeseen that the letter itself had not been delivered.

“It is not as if we have a choice. The minister was attacked last month by a group linked to the People’s Party and is still in critical condition, unconscious.”

“What the…”

“Besides, the Andersen situation seems to be in turmoil these days, with a scandal involving a priestess of the state church circulating in full swing.”

I glared at the secretary, but she just turned away with semen on her cheeks.

Then again, I can’t blame her.

From her point of view, agreeing to the priestess’s demand is literally agreeing to have their citizens’ food taken from them and then told to starve to death, or else everyone else in their country would be killed.

And by a nation already hostile to them and blatantly supporting the enemy trying to kill their leader, no less.

It was an utter humiliation that deserved revenge, no matter how the demons saw it.

“Anyway, that’s all I need to tell you. Ah, before I go, please moderate your taste for exposure to a level where it won’t be inconvenient to others. Have a good day.”

With that, the female attorney rode away on her bicycle.

A damp sea breeze caresses my cheeks and an unsettling feeling of foreboding comes over me.

The creation of the magic ore transport route I’m on now is only possible because of Andersen’s contract to build the wall.

If Andersen’s government were to change hands now, there is no guarantee that the contract would remain intact.

From what I’ve just heard, there’s even a risk that they won’t enforce the budget for the new walls.

Damn. Just when we’re making good progress and almost at the finish line, someone always tries to ruin everything you’ve built.

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After a while, the female warrior, the holy knight and the demon lord seem to have had enough of their beach volleyball and have returned.

“What’s wrong? You’re making a scary face.”

Since the holy knight asked me first, I must have had that look on my face.

“I’m leaving Newland tomorrow.”

I answered back.

“Right. Where are you going next?”

This time, it was the female warrior asked next.

“Andersen.”

And I answered straight away.

Translator Notes:

Demon Lord and Secretary Character Illustrations

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