Chapter Thirty Four: Strong Merchant

The meeting place was at the outskirts of town, just opposite the main gate. Behind the demi-human district stood a massive tree that cast a wide, cool shade.
Riding in a pure white cart lined with gold, the buyer finally arrived.
Leila, Wrok, and I had come here right after dawn.
Wrok, the shopkeeper, looked nervous ever since morning. Whoever we were meeting today clearly wasn’t someone who tolerated jokes.
The white cart halted, its doors opening smoothly to the side like windows. A driver sat up front, reins in hand, while two majestic white dragons pulled the cart.
Up until now, the only carriages I’d entered were plain commercial ones—no doors, just a roof over a wooden frame. This was nothing like those. This was luxury.
The first thing that stepped out were a pair of long, slender legs. For a moment, I thought the buyer was a woman—until another equally elegant leg touched the ground.
Before my eyes appeared not one, but four women: two elves, a cat girl, and a beast-woman.
“Boobs…” I muttered before I could stop myself.
They were tall, graceful, and had bodies like models. Their outfits—if they could be called that—were little more than erotic bikinis. Every inch of skin was on display except the bare minimum.
Calm down… Calm down!!If I got an erection here, it would be a disaster.
Still, it was impossible not to stare. Their breasts were huge—not as large as the inn girl’s, but still big enough to make my head spin.
The first elf had skin the color of dark chocolate, her black pupils gleaming beneath long, dark hair. Her outfit clung erotically to her curves, and her expression carried a languid, pleasure-soaked allure. A dark elf—my first time seeing one.
The second elf was pale as milk, her golden hair shining like sunlight. Her blue bikini barely covered her, a thin string holding the two pieces of cloth together. Her thighs and waist were almost fully exposed, the fabric teasing more than it concealed.
The cat girl, in stark contrast, was slim with a small chest. Her fur was snow-white, her gray eyes cool and piercing. A strip of gray tape covered the tips of her breasts and her crotch, looping narrowly between her legs. From behind, only half of her pert, firm butt was hidden.
I swallowed hard, my mouth unconsciously beginning to water.
Then there was the beast-woman. Seeing one up close for the first time, I could hardly look away. She had thick thighs, a powerful frame, and a chest that rivaled the elves’. Her bikini looked like it was stitched from leopard skin. Black hair framed her face, her ears and tail twitching with quiet confidence. Patches of fur covered her arms up to the elbows and her legs up to the knees. She looked half-wild, half-human, and entirely dangerous.
After stepping out, the women arranged themselves—two on the left, two on the right—smiling as if they were presenting themselves to us.
Gulp. The real moment of truth had arrived.
From within the cart, a barefoot man stepped out. The curtains inside had hidden him until now.
He wore only black pants, a gold chain around his neck, and rings on every finger. His hair was short and yellow, his ears and tail the same color, both clearly animal in origin. His body was heavily muscled, covered in golden fur except for his face.
When he stood before us, he loomed close to two meters tall.
He didn’t hesitate. As soon as he reached the women, they pressed close against him, draping themselves over his body. Two hugged him from the front, while the other two licked and stroked his chest from behind.
“Ah~n…” moaned the elf in his arms as he groped her breasts, his large hands wrapping around them with complete control.
The sight was overwhelming. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The girls’ lewd faces, their moans, their tongues sliding across his skin—it was like watching a living, breathing porno right in front of me.
“Young boy…” his deep, beast-like voice growled suddenly. “You look all worked up. Too excited, maybe?”
My heart jolted. His voice wasn’t just frightening—it shook me to my bones.
“H-huh?” I stammered nervously.
Leila and Wrok stayed silent, waiting for the business to begin.
“I said…” his golden eyes gleamed as he smirked. “You’re hard down there, aren’t you?”
Shit!
I’d been so distracted I hadn’t even noticed my own erection.
“N-no, this is—!” I slapped both hands against my crotch, trying to hide it.
Leila glanced briefly before turning away, thankfully without seeing too much.
The man chuckled. “How about we do this? Pick one of these girls. I’ll lend her to you… for a whole week.”
“A whole week!?” I shouted in shock.
My brain spun out of control. A week of this? A week with her? Or her?
All four women smiled invitingly, their eyes glittering with promise. My imagination ran wild, each scenario more intoxicating than the last—
“Sorry to interrupt, but can we please start now? Some of us have schedules to meet,” Leila suddenly cut in, pulling me out of my fantasy.
The girls hissed at her like angry cats. “Hey!!”
“Now, now,” the man said calmly, holding them back. “No need to fuss. I was just offering him a taste. But let’s begin, if that’s what you prefer.”
“Don’t push too far…” Wrok whispered nervously to Leila, tugging her back.
He stepped forward himself, bowing slightly as he presented the magical cloth.
The beast-woman took it and handed it to her master. He glanced at it, then gave a signal. The cat girl slipped into the cart, returning with a massive coin bag that looked twice the size of my head.
She delivered it to Wrok, who almost buckled under the weight.
“It seems we’re done here,” the man said casually once Wrok accepted it.
“Y-yes,” Wrok replied quickly.
“Good. Come again if you have more to sell.”
Turning away, he embraced all four women at once. They winked at me playfully before boarding the cart.
I wanted to scream, Wait! I haven’t chosen yet!!
But the chance slipped away. The cart rolled forward, dragons pulling it gracefully back toward the road.
“My one week…” I muttered, deflated.
Back at the inn, Leila stored the coin bag inside another magical cloth. Wrok, meanwhile, nearly exploded with joy as Leila handed him fifty gold coins for his help.
“This is incredible! My first time making this much in a single deal!” he exclaimed, eyes sparkling.
Leila only nodded, looking distant.
When she left for work, Wrok muttered, “Strange… she’s different from earlier.”
I stayed quiet, lost in thought.
Later, Wrok asked me about the women. Without hesitation, he said, “Of course they would’ve come with you if their master commanded it. Isn’t that obvious?”
I froze. So I really missed my chance…
Worse, Leila’s mood had clearly shifted the moment the offer was made. Did she think I was just some shameless pervert?
Wrok grinned. “So, which would you have picked?”
“I… think the dark elf,” I admitted. “Her skin, her hair… everything about her.”
We debated for half an hour, his choice being the beast-woman, before he finally left.
That night, as I lay in bed, regrets still swirling in my chest, I drifted into sleep.
Only to awaken later to a heavy weight pressing down on my stomach.
Opening my eyes slowly, I was met with two massive orbs filling my vision—breasts so huge they were bigger than my head.
I knew them instantly.
The inn girl.
She was in my room.
What the hell is she doing here!?