by Ko Hiratori
JK Haru’s Job Hunt
The funniest thing that happened when I came to this world was the time I burst out laughing about how they use grass for contraception here and said, “Yikes, do you get high?”, and Madam replied, “You do not,” with a completely straight face.
“You’ve never heard of luvya grass?” she said. “Every herbalist around here carries it. You must be from awfully far out in the country.”
I can’t believe I got called a bumpkin by someone from a world in which not only are there no internet or phones, much less smartphones, but also no electricity or cars. To all my Tokyo peeps, I am seriously sorry. She totally dissed our metropolis.
But in this world, apparently this place is urban. Just a bit ago an orc kidnapped some kids, but I guess this is a big city even with things like that going on just outside it. I’ve never heard of that sort of thing except on The World’s Astonishing News, but okay.
Still, I have to get along with these fantasy people from now on. Otherwise I’m orc chow.
This is no time to crack jokes—I have to pay attention to what she’s saying.
“Before you sleep with a customer, take some of the gooey paste made by crushing this grass and stick it way up inside you. A fingerful is enough. When you’re done, scrape it out along with the cum, clean up, and reapply before the next customer.”
Madam was a lady beautiful and mature enough that it made sense to call her Madam, and so elegant you’d never guess she was the owner of a brothel. It was sexy how she said “cum” like it was nothing.
This goes without saying, but she was so used to explaining the process that she didn’t blush or anything.
That’s when it sunk in: Man, I’m really gonna be working as a prostitute.
“If you don’t know about contraception, have you ever even slept with a man before?”
“Yeah, uh, about ten of them.”
“Oh, so you’ve been around quite a bit for someone so young. How old are you?”
“Nnnineteen...? Just about 20.”
“You don’t have to lie, you know. We have girls as young as fourteen working here.”
“Oh, I see. Sorry, where I’m from this sort of work is prohibited for people under eighteen.”
Madam’s eyes grew large. “And you managed to sleep with ten people despite that! Well, well,” she chuckled.
Actually, I was an escort for a little while during middle school. But I quit right away because my friend, who I trusted, tricked me—or I guess I should say, “used me.”
Aside from that I only did it with boyfriends, and I was never the type to cheat.
Even so, I’ve probably slept with more than ten guys, but eh, it’s a pain to try to remember them all, so ten’s fine.
Anyhow, as such, the only job I felt like I could maybe do when I got thrown into this unfamiliar world was sell sex.
I never thought I’d do this kind of thing again, and I seriously want to tell my mom and dad I’m sorry. But this time it’s to make a living; I don’t have a choice.
“Okay. You’re hired. You seem like you’ll be popular. Welcome to Blue Cat Nocturne, Haru.”
“Happy to be here!”
“I’ll introduce you to everybody, so for today just help out at the pub downstairs. You can start taking customers once you learn our rules.”
“Okay!”
And so, I became a sex worker in another world.
I totally miss the high school life I used to have, but I died and got sent to this world. I didn’t hear anything about a way to get back, so for now I just have to do my best to survive.
The high school girl Haru Koyama’s life restarted in a world like a dumb otaku phone game, and she quietly transformed into a working girl.
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That’s the kinda sad way my life at the brothel started, but I got used to it pretty much right away.
Every day I waitress at the pub, flirt with and occasionally flash my panties at the customers, sleep with the ones who ask, wash up quick, and get back to the pub. We’re open ’till late.
I thought it would be like a soapland back in Japan, so maybe I could just wait around in bed ’till someone showed up, but in this world a brothel is practically the same thing as a pub. Of course, they have normal bars too, but usually drinks and girls come as a set. I mean, I suppose it’s a logical way to get your kicks.
This world is the middle of fucking nowhere, and there’s a rampaging demon lord, monsters, and whatnot. The city we work in is right on the front line of this war against the demon lord’s army, so there are lots of soldiers and stray fighters, as well as business owners targeting said soldiers and fighters. We’re never hard up for customers.
Booze, girls, and the sloppy laughter of men—yes, it’s hopping tonight as usual.
“I’m tellin’ ya, there’s no monster my two-handed axe can’t cut. You can ask anyone—they all know it’s true.”
“Reallyyy? Wowww! And your muscles are so biiig! Can I touch them?”
Even that kind of pointless table chatter earns me some change.
And actually, I have my fair share of regulars. Sometimes they take me out for something good to eat. I’m even financially stable enough now that I can buy new underwear with my tips.
This month I’m number seven in the sales ranking.
Pretty good for a newbie considering there are eighteen girls, right? Well, one is a housewife who only comes in twice a week, and some have day jobs, but still, not too shabby.
“Oh, time’s almost up! What should we do? Wanna keep going upstairs?”
“Already that time, huh? You’re an interesting kid, but too young for my cock. Later. Gah-ha-ha!”
Lately, though, it’s been bugging me that I can’t seem to break through the number five wall.
The month I went on sale I did gangbusters, but after reaching five, I’ve been floating around six or seven forever, even on good days.
I’m still new, and I have room to grow, but I was pretty popular in school and have some confidence in my looks. I secretly thought I’d be the one to surpass the five goddesses, so I’m a bit disappointed in myself.
...I guess it’s my boobs?
They must be too small.
That’s what I was thinking with a frown on my face, wiping down tables, when someone called me by my last name, “Koyama.”
In this world, commoners don’t have surnames, unless you count mentioning where you’re from, so there’s only one person who knows my last name.
Seiji Chiba.
He was in the same class as me until we got transported to this world together.
“Chiba, I told you. I’m ‘Haru’ at the shop. Say it right!”
“Uh, oh yeah. H-Haru...right. If that’s what you want me to call you, I’ll try.”
“So what’ll it be? Is the bar fine?”
“Uh, sure. My usual seat.”
“Where’s that again?”
“I-In the corner.”
“Okay. Party of one!”
Chiba was his usual nervous self with a weird smile on his face.
This city was full of adventurers—people who exterminated monsters and went exploring for a living—and Chiba was one of them. Every time I saw him his face gradually looked more manly, but the fact that he was a weirdo and you could never tell what he was thinking didn’t change. I’ve never liked weirdos.
According to someone who went to the same junior high as him, there was a period of time when he was famous for his preteen delusions—I guess he was a real loser. Lately, since we got here, he’s dyed his hair red and styles it rock hard, but it really doesn’t look good on him, or more like, I ca
n only see the bizarrely flipped-up bangs as a Carp cap—ugh. He wears a red breastplate and shoulder armor, but they just make him look like an anatomy model.
Maybe he looks cool according to otaku standards? But I don’t really get it. Or more like, I don’t think he realizes he’s still got a face full of pimples.
Until we came to this world, I never gave this guy the time of day. To be blunt, he was basically part of the classroom’s furniture.
While prepping for the school festival, we were in the same shopping group, and he was the one who noticed the runaway truck first.
If he would have just warned me, maybe I could have dodged it, but instead he ran the hell over and tackled me. As a result we both died and got sent to this other world.
Of course, there’s no point in saying that now. I might have gotten run over no matter who noticed first, so I didn’t bring it up.
“H-Haru, did you get a haircut?”
“Ahh, yeah. It was getting in the way, so I cut it off. Looks weird, right?”
I’m pretty sure I explained that I wanted it about chin-length and shaggy, but apparently that didn’t get through to the stylist, so I ended up with something like an old-school bob. Well, as long as it’s short.
I dunno if it’s because people ride horses here or what, but there are lots of dumbasses who grab girls’ hair and pull it like reins when they’re doing it from behind. Isn’t that stupid barbaric?
Anyhow, that’s why I chopped off my long hair even though I liked it.
Chiba looked at my head, then my face, and all the way down to my feet with a smirk.
That day I was wearing my short black dress. The only other one I have is orange and a bit longer, so Chiba should have been used to seeing it...
“It’s not weird... It’s like Yufumin from SoraDan. Kinda cool.”
“Huh?”
“She’s a sub-heroine from one of last year’s biggest anime. Despite being a lesser protagonist, I’m pretty sure she was the most popular. She’s a maid who serves the main heroine...”
“Hmm. Do you like maids, Chiba?”
“N-No, I don’t mean me, I mean like on the net. She’s a loli, so of course she’s popular online. I’m not really into that, I mean, I don’t really get it, but I guess in terms of, like, her personality, I appreciate her bravery? Not that I hate the way she looks or anything, but there are lots of other cool characters.”
“Uh, okay...”
“But Yufumin has blue hair, so if you dyed yours, you’d look more like her. Also, she usually speaks really politely, but every once in a while she scolds the protagonist like, ‘You can’t do that!’ revealing what she really thinks. They say online that in those moments she’s acting like a ‘mommy,’ and then the comments are full of babies—it’s hilarious, and—”
I only started talking to Chiba since we came to this world, and I still don’t really understand his topics of choice, or like, he only rambles about boring stuff.
All he brings up are anime I’ve never heard of, and when I try to adapt to his tastes by mentioning Conan, he only makes fun of me. So I don’t think he really wants to be my friend at all.
Why did he have to jump on me back then? There was a weirdo princess right there.
“What’s the plan for today? Wanna go upstairs?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. If you want, I guess...”
“Or do you want to try a different girl?”
“N-No, I’m not that kind of guy!”
Chiba got all bewildered and waved his hands, blushing.
Honestly, I think it’s way stranger to come to this kind of shop and pay money to sleep with your former classmate all the time, but whatever.
Well, I need to take good care of my regulars, and in the beginning it was me who asked him to buy me, so I took him upstairs.
He looked up my skirt the entire way.
“Chiba, you undress, too.”
“Huh? You won’t take my clothes off for me? Aren’t you guys here to provide that sort of service?”
“Sure... Then put your arms up.”
After I stripped my panties off, I took off all of Chiba’s weird, putzy clothes. Meanwhile he was ogling my boobs and pussy to get his uncut baby cock hard.
I laid him down on the bed and sat next to him. When I started rubbing him, he said, “Do it with your mouth...” in the quietest voice, ha.
When I pretended I hadn’t heard, he begged, “With your mouth, with your mouth,” in a voice like an old geezer about to kick the bucket, so I gave him a little lick.
“Ahh, nnn...” He moaned like a girl and arched his back, squirming.
He’s the type who will suddenly cum in my mouth if I lick him too much, so I stuck a finger in the jar of boiled and cooled yog nectar (it’s like lube), got my lovely pink pussy all wet, and shoved the luvya grass contraceptive herb paste up inside.
“Hey, can I put it in...? I can’t wait any longer.”
Chiba’s eyes relaxed with his smile and he nodded. “Sure, I guess.”
If I said that sort of thing to any other customer, they’d get pissed and be like, “Don’t cut corners with me!” I love amateurs—they’re so easy!
“How do you want to do it? Me on top again?”
“Yeah. However you like to do it.”
This is what’s annoying about Chiba. When I’m on top I get worn out; I don’t like it, but he always wants me up there.
He doesn’t even drink, but I guess he intoxicates himself, ’cause he said with these spacey eyes, “When you’re with me, it doesn’t have to be work. We can have real sex.”
The first time we did it he didn’t know how to thrust, so I took pity and showed him. In his mind that means I was really getting off on him.
Apparently he was so inexperienced that he had to come here and pay 70 rubers (that’s the money here) to buy me.
He had mumbled something about having a girlfriend in junior high, but that had to be a lie. He was a virgin, and even now that he’s not, he still has no interest in learning how to fuck a woman. He just clams up and lets it happen.
Guys can be dead lays, too. He doesn’t want to have sex—he wants to jerk off. He comes here for masturbation, not the real thing.
Of course, we sex workers have to give these sorts of customers proper service, too.
I spread my legs wide and showed him my pussy. In this world, shaving your pubes is good manners for both guys and girls, but even though Chiba’s always staring at my smoothness, he thinks shaving is a pain, so he doesn’t do it.
That’s annoying to me, so I just get it in as fast as possible.
“Ah, nnn, you’re so big...!”
“Ooh...”
I gave his foreskinned elementary-schooler peepee a squeeze. When everything is on point he’ll cum just from that, but I guess I didn’t give him enough oral, because he just bit his lip and took it.
“Can I move? Hey, can I move?”
I didn’t wait for his reply and started rocking my hips. I thrust out my breasts to be all, Hey, I’m being sexy. Chiba grabbed the sheets and pointed his toes, stiff as a corpse in deep-freeze, and started mumbling dirty talk.
“Oh man, I’m, doing it with Koyama... Wish I could tell Sekiguchi and the guys...” he panted.
Apparently he really wanted to go back to our world and tell his otaku friends he had sex with me.
Conversely, if it ever got out to my friends that I slept with Chiba, I’d probably get kicked out of our LINE group. When I remembered school, I got hella sad. I had friends and a boyfriend, and it was so much fun, so why do I gotta be in this old-timey fairytale world fucking this weirdo?
“Koyama, you’re making such a sexy face... Ah, my cock is getting you off...”
This guy even knows that until I came to this world I was going out with a hot J-Soul-type soccer player from the class next door.
He was getting off on that fact. Like he stole me from him or something. You really think I would let that happen, dumbass?<
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But I bit my lip and made a sexy face.
“Yeah, feels sooo good. You’re the one who feels the best!”
“Koyama,” he panted, “that’s good. Keep feeling it. Forget about work—show me your true self!”
Oh, if only I could. I want to forget all of this, including you, and go home.
But this is Haru Koyama’s job now. Gotta make a living, so I have no choice.
I put a finger in my mouth and, with unfocused eyes, told him, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Ooh, yeah, cum for me! O-Ohh, I’m—I can’t—!”
Annnnnd he came.
Seventy rubers’ worth of semen paid straight to my pussy.
“How was it, Haru?” he panted. “Was it good?”
“Uh, yeah. Suuuper good. How was it for you?”
“Mm, okay.”
“Really? I’m so glad!”
This little shithead.
“So, it doesn’t have to be now, but...” he said, eyeing my boobs as I mentally clicked my tongue, “...wouldn’t you want to quit this and do a different job?”
“Like what?”
“For example, like, be a slave?”
“The fuck? What are you talking about?”
“Err, no, I mean, I guess they don’t have a word for it here. I mean more like a maid.”
“Why would I do that? Besides, who would hire me?”
“Nah, I mean, if you wanted to quit this job, I could hire you.”
Huh? I mean, of course I wanted to quit, but this just sounded like Chiba wanted to hear me call him “Master.”
If he’s being serious, he’s a sicko. But I do kinda smell money.
“Do you really make that much as an adventurer?”
“Well, as an adventurer...I’m kind of a special case. I told you before, didn’t I? About my cheat abilities?”
Maybe I had heard it before, but I forgot.
When I told him that honestly, he was like, “What? C’mon!” and poked my boobs, which pissed me off.
“If people found out, they’d get jealous, so don’t tell anybody,” he said, all pleased with himself, and started to explain.
In this world, there are invisible levels, skills, stats, and whatnot, and those are values that describe a person’s abilities and strength.
Skills are inborn and specific to an individual. They’re really important. Even a higher-level fighter can lose to someone lower depending on their skills. Most people only have one of these precious abilities, and very few people put it to good use. Why? Like I said before, levels and skills are invisible—even the person who has a skill doesn’t know it.
