Profession, Merchant Volume 15 Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2 – The Merchant VS The First Deva Gahotho II ※

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I sat back on the sofa and gently stroked the small horns that had grown on the secretary’s head as she continued to suck my penis.


“Right now, we need to find a way to handle the situation between Gahotho and Nigel. Since they are called the Four Devas, once they come to an agreement, both sides should be happy, right?”


While continuing a serious conversation in a casual manner, as if to say, “Your blow jobs aren’t working at all, do better if you want me to moan,” I noticed that the secretary was looking at me, still with her mouth on my penis, her eyes fixed in a glare. Fiercely, she began to thrust back and forth. The trembling ring of her lips moved at high speed around the base of my glans.


Chupa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa…


She was definitely inducing ejaculation in the most efficient way by utilizing her lips as some sort of mechanical tool. I couldn’t help but be touched by her thorough devotion.


In my mischievous heart, I wanted to tease her for a little while longer without cumming, but it seems that’s no longer possible!


However, at that moment… as the excitement intensified and the impending ejaculation approached, a business idea flashed through my mind. But before I could finalize my thoughts, I felt the urgency of ejaculation about to overwhelm me, so I quickly compressed the intuitive concept of my idea into a drawer in my brain, protecting it from being swept away by the approaching wave of orgasm that was as big as a tsunami.


“Ugh!!!”


I ejaculated. My sperm spurted mercilessly into the lovely mouth of the secretary. It felt exciting to defile her delicate existence with my lewd, cloudy fluid… But when I saw her joyfully swallowing the milky substance, my desire to protect this sweet girl triumphed over all my sadistic pleasures.


But what really bothered me was that even after I ejaculated, she wouldn’t let go of my penis for a while, causing an uncomfortable and eerie sensation on my side.


I felt a chill there.


“P-Please… H-hiiiieee! I already came, so let go! Hiieee!!!”


I tried desperately to push away her head, which kept sticking to me.


Only then did the secretary sit down on the sofa, compose herself, and clear her throat as if nothing had happened. Though she put on an innocent face, the milk-colored liquid clinging to her cheeks and glistening slightly contradicted that impression.


“Ahem,” she said arrogantly.


What’s with the coughing? How insolent.


I thought about that for a moment in my mind as I pulled my pants back on. Then I tried to recall the compressed intuitive concept of the idea I had stored in the drawer of my brain, before finally saying this:


“I’ll try to talk to Gahotho first.”


“…try not to get killed.”


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At the Gahotho residence in the country of Newland.


I rang the doorbell on the porch, and an old woman came out of the doorway. She had wrinkled, red, oni-like skin that looked like a dried plum. She must be one of the maids in this mansion.


“Um, I’m the person who contacted you earlier.”


“And who might you be?”


“I am…”


The person before me was an old woman. Judging that she couldn’t hear well, I called out my name loudly.


“Hiiiee, Y-you surprised me there… Please. There is no need to introduce yourself so loudly. This old lady can hear you fine.”


“Oh, I’m sorry about that.”


“Anyway, please come in.”


The maid said this without even cracking a smile.


Despite being the residence of the most influential person in Newland, the Gahotho Mansion made a relatively small impression. But as a merchant, I could see in the quality of the timber used, in the way the grain of the flooring was revealed, the furniture, the lighting – everything was top-notch.


What I mean is that while it didn’t have an atmosphere of extravagant splendor, it was enough to give a sense of luxury. “Enough” in the sense that it could escape the envy of the poor and, at the same time, gain the respect of the wealthy—a mansion with perfect balance as its core.


“ I apologize for keeping you waiting.”


After a while, a tall man who seemed to be the owner of the house entered. This must be Gahotho.


“It is I who should be grateful that you have spared your time for such a humble merchant as myself.”


I stood and bowed. He nodded in return and sat down on the sofa, crossing his long legs, which resembled a flamingo.


“Uh, um…”


As I was about to speak, he put a cigar in his mouth and lit it with an oil lighter. Smoke billowed through his impressive mustache.


I lost the timing to speak.


“Oh, can I excuse myself with one as well?”


Sensing the uneasiness in the atmosphere, I lit a cigarette as well. Cigars and cigarettes are usually criticized for being harmful to health, but I believe they should be more appreciated as a social tool for resetting communication and timing in conversations. The series of actions of taking out a cigarette and lighting it when you feel overwhelmed by the other person’s presence can create a temporary personal space on the spot if you need to take a breather.


I spoke while exhaling the smoke from the cigarette.


“I have always heard of Lord Gahotho’s accomplishments. His loyalty to the Demon Lord, his deep knowledge of magic, and his outstanding leadership skills have been the subject of many rumors. I have always wanted the opportunity to speak with you…”


First of all, the basics of a merchant, flattering the other party.


However, Gahotho’s drooping eyes looked slightly lackadaisical as he watched me. There was a sharpness in the light that shone in his eyes as if to tell me that he could not be swayed by mere flattery.


“I see.”


He murmured briefly, dropping the ash from his cigar with a poker face. It seemed I should change my approach.


“Um. The reason for my visit today is none other than the ‘Shunpon’ matter. Mr. Gahotho, are you familiar with it?”


“Yes.”


What is this guy thinking? That’s what his droopy eyes seemed to say. But he didn’t say a word, perhaps believing that it’s better to say less to those below you in order to exert more pressure.


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