Floor 27: Cream Pie Sales Begin! ♥

'How did things end up like this...?'

A moment of clarity before evening service.

I try to think rationally, but it's clearly hopeless.

I'm now riding a truck with broken steering and brakes.

If these deeds spread, I'll be condemned as a princess who had premarital sex with outsiders, get my engagement canceled, and fail the mission.

So is there a solution?

Of course there is.

'Just don't get caught.'

Simple. If I'm not caught, it never happened.

The supervisors are already on my side, and commoners don't know Kalisha the Villainess's face. Few even recognize the name.

This is the empire's southernmost frontier.

A city blocking monster waves from the Great Forest - the forward fortress of Embers.

They know goblin claws and fingernails have different prices, but have zero interest in imperial politics. At most, they know their local lord's name.

I don't even remember who governs here.

Probably one of the border counts - these regions are nominally imperial territory but operate almost like independent nations.

Who becomes emperor or crown princess doesn't matter when you're fighting monsters daily, so palace power struggles hold no interest.

It's also geographically distant.

Using expensive warp gates, reaching the capital takes at least a week.

Note: These warp gates differ slightly from Kalisha's ancient artifact.

The artifact allows free teleportation, while imperial warp gates only connect fixed locations.

The Chancellor exiled me here specifically to cut off family support.

'Wait, getting caught isn't the main issue here?'

Upon reflection, the real problem isn't exposure - it's that when Cream Pie orders come in, I'll be... selling my body for money, right?

'Uh... Am I doing prostitution now?'

Shocking news - Lee Do-hee is officially a whore!!

But viewers didn't find this particularly noteworthy.

Rather,

- What? Wasn't she always selling her body?

- Oh right, she gave Elixirs for free before

- Fucking hilariousㅋㅋㅋ Everyone already knows she's a whoreㅋㅋ

- She's probably more experienced than actual prostitutes

- Do-hee wasn't a whore?

Surprisingly, they were shocked Lee Do-hee hadn't engaged in formal prostitution.

As I panic about officially becoming a prostitute, the door opens and customers begin pouring in.

"Uh, welcome!"

Habit makes me greet them automatically.

"Hehe, so this is the place?"

"Max!! You bastard, you should've told me first!"

"Wow, she's fucking gorgeous. This beauty really does... that?"

"Hehe... Can't wait."

They're all well-built and decent-looking - clearly men with money.

They immediately start ordering.

"One meat pie and a honey beer please!"

Honey beer? You'll see.

"Ah... Yes."

'This is it... Is this really okay?'

Seeing my hesitation, Max approaches and whispers:

"(Kalisha-nim. This is all for your Crown Princess selection. Where else can you act freely according to desire? Just let your body do what it wants.)"

After fucking and pimping Kalisha multiple times, Max realized:

'This bitch... seems to enjoy it?'

She says things like "Stooop~" "Don't~♡" "N-not thereee...!" but never actually resists when mounted.

She even subtly arches her back as if begging to be taken.

And when you put your Cock in her mouth, she sucks like a pro.

At first I thought she couldn't resist due to being a weak woman, but when she lifted heavy iron furniture one-handed, I broke into cold sweat.

'Noble women are incomprehensible. Does she enjoy being raped...?'

For a moment I doubted whether supporting a crown princess with rape fetish was wise, but the ship had sailed.

Now he uses honorifics in private. Hoping to work as her mansion's janitor later.

"Order up~~!"

Meanwhile, Kalisha steels herself after hearing his words.

"Ah, yes, coming!"

'Right, this is all for the trial. J-just this much is nothing...'

All for Tower climbing.

Absolutely not because I want to enjoy this too.

Hmm!!

After more self-hypnosis, I brace myself and move.

Bringing a pre-made meat pie and beer to the table.

Where's the honey beer?

"Ah, honey beer... I'll make it now..."

Prepared on the spot.

First, slightly lower my top to expose large breasts.

Jiggle~

"Ooooooh!! It's starting!!"

"Fucking huge!"

"Ooh...!"

Even customers without orders stare intently.

'Huu... This is too embarrassing...'

Steeled resolve aside, shame is shame.

Supporting one breast with left hand, aiming nipple at beer mug with right.

Squeeze... squeeze...!

Gently massaging makes breast milk flow steadily.

"Huuuung..."

'Th-this feels weird...'

Squeezing breasts publicly brings burning shame. Combined with the pleasurable sensation of milking, my head feels dizzy.

"Wooaah!! Fuck, seeing this live!"

"Max you crazy bastard planned this?"

"Now I get the high price!!"

Though not abundant, even a little enhances the beer's flavor.

We substituted Royal Milk with honey beer due to my limited milk production. Even a little of my breast milk dramatically improves taste.

More cost-effective and producible in larger quantities than Royal Milk.

"Hoh... Let's taste it!"

The honey beer recipient starts drinking.

Gulp, gulp...

"Hmm!!"

A smooth swallow.

Sweet harmony that doesn't overpower the beer's essence!

Adding Lee Do-hee's breast milk to cheap beer creates a slightly sweet yet rich, deep flavor - like premium noble-class beer.

"I-It's delicious!!"

His eyes widen as he praises before downing the mug in one go.

"Ooh!! Tasty you say?"

"Should I order one?"

They start ordering honey beer en masse.

'Ugh... Why is this selling so well...'

Despite costing over 10x regular beer, they order without hesitation.

And they aren't just ordering.

Grope!

"Hueekt! D-don't touch!!"

While milking into the mug, someone gropes my butt.

"Hey, milk properly. Hehe..."

No choice.

Must endure until finished milking.

'Ugh... Why doesn't this feel unpleasant?'

I could resist, but don't want to. Rather than unpleasant... it feels slightly good.

My heated body starts welcoming even vulgar sexual harassment.

Realizing I'm defenseless while making honey beer, they keep touching me.

Mistaking this groping service as included in the price.

"Can I squeeze these?"

Squeeeeze!!

"Huhya!? D-don't milk without permission!"

"Sorry. Can I touch here instead?"

Squish squish squish!!

"Haaaaang!!! D-don't touch my Pussyyyy...!"

"What? It's dripping wet down here."

During the 10-second milking pause, they freely grope me.

'Aah, my body's heating up...'

My aroused body drips Pussy juice onto the floor.

Unbeknownst to me, my lifted top exposes my soaked Pussy to everyone as I serve.

My panties were stolen long ago.

Bending over reveals not just my Pussy but even my rosebud anus.

"This inn's service is insane."

"Came at the right time. Jose doesn't bullshit."

"Really wanna fuck her bad."

As honey beer humiliation becomes routine...

"One Cream Pie please!!!"

Someone orders Cream Pie.

"Ah... This is expensive..."

Priced nearly at a commoner's monthly wage - practically saying "don't order."

"Whatever, just bring it!"

His bold declaration draws cheers.

"Yay~ Finally!!"

"This is it!!!"

"So bold!"

"Let's see this!"

"Kgh... Y-yes sir..."

'This feels... strange...'

Extremely shameful.

Yet incredibly arousing.

'Why am I excited... I'm such a pervert.'

Long since become a pervert, Lee Do-hee still denies it.

Walking through lustful stares, I bend over the ordering customer's table.

'Kgh... Why is this so embarrassing...'

Tightly closing eyes, I lift my skirt myself.

"P-pie delivered. C-cream is self-service... Squirt lots please..."

'I'm insane! Saying this myself...'

Despite the shame, my body trembles with anticipation.

"Oooh!! Fuck yeah!"

The burly Cream Pie orderer drops his pants, already fully erect from watching my Pussy and ass.

Spectators crowd around us.

"Wow... Max is truly insane."

"Is this woman also a total pervert?"

"Two perverts made for this."

Squish squish...

"Huuuung...!"

He fingers my Pussy.

"Kuu... This ripe pie is perfectly plump!! But needs more filling!"

Schlop.

His Cock presses against my entrance.

"I'll knead it more thoroughly!"

"Eh...?"

SPLOOOOSH!!!

"HAAAAAANG!!!"

'Aah... I-it's inside!!'

His huge Cock stretches my vaginal walls, reaching my cervix.

"Khuu...! Haaaang!!"

Not even thrusting yet, my lower body already twitches.

'So full of Cock... This feels good...'

I surrender to the pleasure.

"Kuuuu... Truly springy! But still insufficient."

"Huekt... What do you..."

"I'll make it chewier!"

PLUNGE!!

He thrusts upward, pounding my cervix.

"Proper kneading requires pressing deep inside!"

"Kghk!! N-noo... There... KYAAAAANG!!!"

As I writhe from cervix strikes, he spanks my ass.

SMACK SMACK!

"This is how you shape disobedient dough!"

'Aah... Why does this turn me on...'

His vulgar baking metaphors contrast with genuine pleasure.

'Too, too good... What do I do!'

Before he even thrusts properly, built-up pleasure from groping explodes.

"HOOOOOK...!! I'm... going over...!!! Ohhhhk!!♡"

My legs stiffen and straighten during climax.

Instinctively gripping the table edge, I convulse through orgasm.

"Wow~ Coming already?"

"Trash-tier Pussy!"

"Few thrusts and she cums? So sensitive."

"Fucking horny. I'm ordering next Cream Pie."

As I climax, vulgar comments fly.

When my legs straighten, his Cock slips out slightly.

"Hmm... Daring to escape, trash pie?"

He reinserts into my climaxing Pussy.

SPLOOOSH!!!

"KOOOOOOOK!! I'm... cumming while...!"

"Where?!"

STAB!!

He pounds violently like punishing runaway dough.

SPLAT!! STAB!! STAB!! SPLOOOSH!!!

CLATTER CLATTER CLATTER

Pinning me on the table, he thrusts wildly.

My plump ass deforms under powerful impacts.

"HUUUUUUNG...!!! Th-this can't beeeh!!!"

'I'm crazy, going insane!!'

Pinned down and restrained.

Each cervix strike sends electric pleasure through my body.

With every deep thrust, I jerk like electrocuted, squirting juices.

"Wow~ She's totally gone!"

"Expressing pleasure with her whole body!"

"Pfft! Flopping like a caught fish on Cock!"

'Kuuu... How did I...'

My body moves independently.

All I can do is feel the Cock and climax like a whore.

"Kuuuuu... Fucking amazing! Cumming!!"

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAAAAM!!

CLATTER CLATTER CLATTER!!

With final desperate thrusts,

BLURRRRT!!!

"HOOOOOOK!!! I'm cumming agaaain!!!♡"

He buries his Cock deep and ejaculates.

We cling together on the table, savoring post-sex afterglow.

"Haa... Haa..."

My hips still spasming as I breathe heavily.

"Hoo... Best sex ever. Worth every penny."

After enjoying the moment, he slowly pulls out.

"Hey, say your line."

'Ah...'

"Heung... Th-thank you for... enjoying the Cream Pie...♡"

"Kukuku, fucking perfect!"

"Ooh!!"

"I-I'm buying next Cream Pie!!"

Cream Pie sales explode after the dam breaks.

Each "kneads the dough" their own way.

"How's this? Feeling those deep pokes?"

"Khhuuuung!! N-not thereee!! I'm cummiiing!!♡"

"Proper kneading requires stirring like this!"

"Haaaang!! Th-that's not allowedeeeh!!"

Some spin their hips atop my Pussy.

Cervix stimulation makes me lose count of orgasms.

"I want a Cream Donut!"

"D...donut? KYAAAA!! N-not there...!"

Some use my backdoor.

Amidst this, I still make honey beer.

Squeeze! Squeeze!

"Honey beer's self-service."

"Hehe... Milking is fun."

"Hey, moderate that."

Two lodgers needing money help with calculations and serving.

Meanwhile, I make honey beer while diligently baking Cream Pies.

Despite high prices, Cream Pies keep selling.

'Why does this sell so well...'

Beyond my looks, body, and Pussy - another factor exists.

Adventurers' competitive spirit.

Contests over who makes better Cream Pies.

Some even count how many times I climax.

Possible because I honestly announce each orgasm.

Also, adventurers are richer than expected.

Specifically - retired adventurers!

'Make one big score and retire!'

Usually a death flag, but successful ones live comfortably.

Problem is - they find daily life boring.

After life-threatening battles and dungeon exploring, running a shop feels dull.

Max specifically targeted them.

"That's... gold-rank adventurer Kazak?"

"Look - the legendary Hegemonia Party."

Top-tier legendary adventurers.

Retirees bored in their prime.

Max invited them through storytellers.

Married and wife-suspicious?

'What's wrong with getting Cream Pie?'

Using terminology ordinary women don't understand makes perfect crime.

Thus spreads another rumor:

Max's Inn has the empire's best Cream Pie chef!