JK Haru is a Sex Worker in Another World

by Ko Hiratori

  Just as I thought I was going to explode with rage, the white girl screamed.

  “Please stop it!”

  Her wide eyes were full of tears, and her fairly big chest bounced—she seemed just like a typical female lead.

  “I beg you, please stop. Please don’t fight on account of me.”

  Somebody save meeeeee.

  ＊

  Before things got any crazier, I called, “Annnd break!” and went back to the shop.

  I have a pretty good idea what kind of life Chiba is living, but I’m me, so I’m going to save up bit by bit.

  “And so, since that guy won, I ended up losing five rubers.”

  “O-Ohh. That’s too bad.”

  Sumo, sweating in his earnest efforts to hang on my every word, has started to seem kind of cute lately.

  He gives me meat, and when he’s around, I get requested more often. Maybe I should make him my little brother.

  “Haru, someone’s asking for you!”

  See? Just like that. The Sumo Effect got me a request.

  “Thank you so much!”

  But the blue-bearded man looked familiar.

  It was the guy who made me lose five rubers today, the guy Chiba beat up.

  “Put your hands on the wall and point your ass this way.”

  He didn’t see me having tea with Chiba, did he?

  I couldn’t very well ask him, and if I was wrong, it would just make things worse, so I didn’t say anything. But the blue-bearded man didn’t seem like he was going to do any unnecessary chatting either. He briskly prepared to violate me and then thrust his cock in.

  I had lube on, but getting it shoved all the way to the back like that in one go kind of hurt.

  He grabbed my butt with his huge hands and pumped his thick hips against me. The muscles on his arms bulged. His palms were hard like baseball gloves. If he were standing across from me holding a spear, I’d be freaked out.

  Chiba can beat a guy like this without breaking a sweat. I guess that does make him pretty strong.

  As I was admiring him, the man put his mouth to my ear and spoke in a low voice.

  “You Crimson’s woman?”

  Ohhhh snap.

  “...Ah! Nnn!”

  “You can’t play dumb with me. You were out together. You must be Endless Crimson Rain’s woman.”

  “Eek!” He grabbed my faking-it butt so hard with his bear-paw hand that I accidentally yelped.

  “H-He’s just a friend.”

  “Don’t lie to me. Crimson said you were his woman, didn’t he? I saw you having your little lover’s quarrel.”

  “It wasn’t a lover’s quarrel. He’s really just a friend.”

  “I said not to play dumb!”

  “Agh!”

  He grabbed my hair and pulled. I hate when guys do that. It always feels like it’s gonna rip right off.

  “What a joke—I’m fucking Crimson’s woman at a brothel. Maybe I’ll tell the other guys. There are a shit-ton of fighters with a grudge against that little turd.”

  Crap, this is bad... What should I do?

  “Say something, c’mon!”

  He snorted in my ear.

  His cock got harder and harder inside me.

  “That impudent little, brat, making a fool of, an adult. Hmph! Rragh!”

  “Nn!”

  He walked me over to the window, still stuck in my pussy, and forced my face against the glass.

  “I know your face now. Don’t think you can just go walking around the city! My friends will be ready to rape you anytime!”

  I’m pretty sure that could actually happen.

  I know firsthand how low the status of sex workers is in this misogynistic world. Even if one was getting assaulted on a street corner, the soldiers wouldn’t protect her.

  What should I do...?

  Pressed up against the window, my face and chest squished rhythmically.

  Incidentally, I think it would pretty hot to see this from the other side of the glass, but I didn’t feel like the dude and I were really getting anything out of it.

  “That brat! I’m gonna fuck you! I’m gonna fuck you ’till you’re dead!”

  He pulled out, and a moment later I was thrown down on the bed.

  Guys in this world just love rape. I get thrown around like this at least two or three times a night.

  I’ve gotten used to being treated as a toy, but getting raped anytime 24/7, that would kind of suck.

  Dude spread my legs and thrust his cock back in.

  At the same time, I made my sexiest face and moaned. “Ahh, you’re amazing. You’re so big. I’ve never had a man so big before. I think I’m gonna go insane.”

  “O-Oh. I’m that good, huh, she-brat? You like my massive hammer better than Crimson’s little wee-wee?”

  “Yeah, I love it. I’m totally in love with your massive hammer. It’s way deeper red than Crimson’s uncut thingie.”

  I gave bluebeard a smooch on the lips. When I stuck my tongue in and noodled around, he let it go to his head and reached his out, too.

  I’m unbeatable when it comes to French kissing. Dude’s movements grew sluggish. Eventually, with a dazed look on his face, he started drooling all over.

  Phew. My kisses are level 100, ya C-Ranker.

  “I love it... I love your cock, mister. Can I be your woman?”

  Sometimes I really think men are dumb, and they are definitely at their dumbest when they’re having sex.

  “Sure. Starting today, you’re my woman. I’ll put you in such a trance, you’ll forget all about Crimson!”

  All I can think is that their cocks are their brains.

  It’s not girls who are obsessed with the D, but guys.

  I rocked my hips to match his from where he had me on his lap. I gave him a ton of free service, like, Fall for my pussy, bitch! Then I smooched him again and whispered, “Take me,” in his ear.

  “Oh, I will. I’ll kill that asshole. So be my wife!”

  “Yay! I’m so happy. Hurry up and kill him!”

  And that’s how our feelings became mutual.

  His big butt tensed and I had the feeling he was going to shoot soon, so I squeezed my pussy, too.

  “Ah, I can’t! I can’t hold back anymore! Mister, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

  “Yeah, cum for me! I’ll take you to heaven! Yaaargh! Nnngh!”

  Annnnd he’s off.

  I quickly assumed the O-face and pretended to be out of my senses.

  After making sure the man was satisfied and seeing him out, I took a shower, rushed back to the pub, and hid in the kitchen waiting for that idiot.

  “Umm, is Haru here?”

  “So the idiot has come!”

  Well, I guess I kind of pity him getting a hit put on him even if he is an unfair, cheat-skilled bastard.

  I thought I’d punch him in the face and then tell him what was going on, but when I saw him, I was totally shocked.

  “You’re covered in blood! What the hell?”

  “Yeah, it’s splatter. I suddenly got attacked out there in the dark. Oh, you remember the guy I fought this afternoon, right?”

  “What? No, stop it. Seriously, stop it. I don’t want to hear this! That majorly creeps me out! You didn’t have to kill him, you idiot!”

  “Huh? Nah, I didn’t kill him. Though I did make it so he’ll probably never hold a weapon again. Apparently you’re innocent in the case of revenge or counterattack here, though, so killing would have actually been within my rights.”

  “Ugh, I can’t believe you! What is this crazy savanna world? This is so scary! Terrifying! How can you be so cruel?!”

  “Who cares? I’m fine. More importantly, let’s shower together. We didn’t get to talk properly this afterno—”

  “No! Stay away from me! You’re like literal endless crimson rain right now!”

  Up until a bit ago I felt partially responsible too, but actually, no, this was entirely Chiba’s fault.

 
“I’m absolutely not sleeping with you tonight,” I told him, turning down a customer for the first time.

  Chiba said, “Then I’ll do the event with the girl from this afternoon, then,” whatever that means.

  Lupe looked on in disapproval, “Another lover’s quarrel.”

  No, it’s not. It’s really not.

  I’m not so adapted to this other world that I’d start a romantic comedy with a gross otaku covered in blood!

  Operation Nyan-Nyan

  I don’t know how this happened, but I was sitting on a bench having tea with the Sister girl who hit on Chiba the Crimson Carp Fan the other day.

  The spot where I usually had fun lunch breaks with Shequraso and Lupe was now enveloped in this awkward atmosphere. More people had started passing by. The women wore short skirts like me, always on the arm of a man.

  This was a back street in the nightlife district, and there were lots of sex workers.

  Kiyori furrowed her brow and put a hand over her mouth. “I’ve never been to a place like this before.”

  She looked almost like a sheltered princess in profile. Her pretty face blushed.

  “Oh, you must hang out by the church usually, huh?”

  I kept thinking she must have come to talk about Chiba—after all he’s the only one who would have told her where I work—but I suppressed my urge to kill him ASAP and brought up a benign topic.

  “No, I’ve already received my angel name, so I work outside the church now, like at the hospital. I hope I’ll be able to register at the adventurer guild and be of some use on the front lines,” she mumbled quickly in a tiny voice.

  All I could say was, “Hmm.”

  She was probably referencing something to do with religious groups in this world, but I have no common sense here.

  “When I was little, an adventurer saved me from a monster once. Ever since then I’ve wanted to help them protect people from the demons. I studied hard, got my license, and since I wanted to partner with someone strong so I would be able to save as many people as I could, I started going to the arena. That’s how I met Mr. Endless Crimson Rain.”

  “That’s sure a funny thing to do when you need to start thinking about the rest of your life.”

  “He really is strong. He’s so young, yet he fights so boldly, and with so much respect for his opponents. He’s someone I can admire.”

  Respect? I’m pretty sure he’s just having his opponent do a move so he can watch for research.

  She doesn’t know about hidden skills and levels, so she has no idea how easy Chiba has it in his fights.

  He totally looks down on everyone with his sneaky cheat skills.

  “Well, but he rejected me.”

  “Oh, nahhh. He wasn’t talking about an adventure partner. Unpopular guys take any invitation from a girl as romance.”

  “...But I’m in love.”

  “What?”

  “I like Mr. Endless Crimson Rain. I want to go adventuring with someone I like, which is why I took the liberty of approaching him,” Kiyori blurted, her cheeks bright red. She was looking straight at me.

  Oh geez, this is nuts. Just a big pile of misunderstandings.

  “I understand the relationship between you and Mr. Endless Crimson Rain, Miss Haru. Please excuse me for the sudden interruption the other day. But allow me to say one more thing, even if it’s adding rudeness on top of rudeness: I’m not sure what I think about this attitude of yours, where you do th-this sort of work while being a companion to Mr. Endless Crimson Rain.”

  “No, so that’s the thing. It’s a misunderstanding, or like, really, the Crimson guy is completely misinterpreting the situation in the first place, but I’m only friendly with him when I’m getting paid for it. In the end, we’re just acquaintances, nothing more, nothing less.”

  “B-But I heard you had carnal relations. Beyond the scope of your work, he said.”

  “Even that I’ve only done as work. He’s the only guy I know in this place, so at first I asked him to come by, and I gave him a little bit extra to thank him. And I mean, I even act sometimes.”

  “What’s ‘a little bit extra’? Act? Like in a play?”

  “Uhh, like giving him a bit of head after he blows his load? And acting is pretending to cum even if he sucks. Just the kind of stuff anybody does.”

  “...What’s ‘head’? And where do you pretend to go?”

  “I knew you would say that. You’re just that type.”

  “Wh-What? Please don’t make fun of me.”

  I’m not making fun of you.

  Honestly, I feel kind of like you’re making fun of me. How can I help it?

  “All I mean is that he’s a dummy who hears what he wants and gets excited about it all on his own. Probably he’s having fun in this world, so he’s just wilding out a bit. But I know what kind of person he is, so I’ll never go out with him. Don’t worry about that.”

  “...Then what exactly is the relationship between you two?”

  “Like I said—”

  “He says things like ‘this world’ or ‘Haru’s the only one who knows the old me’ sometimes. It’s almost as if there’s a whole other world only you two know about. And you just said, ‘this world.’”

  “D-Did I?”

  “Yes, you did. You both talk like you came from another world. And sometimes you use words I don’t know.”

  Kiyori was still mumbling in her tiny voice, grilling me with her eyes glued to my face.

  Crap.

  “Ohhh, we’re just from the same area.”

  “Oh? I get the same feeling from you that I get from Mr. Endless Crimson Rain. I can’t quite describe it, but you have this air about you that people around here don’t. You’re not like people from the capital, either... I sense a bigger cultural difference.”

  It’s the Tokyo air.

  But I knew she wouldn’t understand that even if I said it. Madam didn’t believe one word of my story.

  None of the people here have such an anime brain that they’d accept such a ridiculous story and become an adventurer like Chiba.

  “We just ended up in this city together by chance and don’t know anyone else. That’s the only reason we meet up. He’s not my type to begin with, so I think we’ll grow apart eventually.”

  Knowing him, he won’t come around anymore once he starts dating someone like Kiyori.

  And I have enough regulars that I’m fine without Chiba now.

  I’m sure that after a while we’ll settle into just waving if we happen to see each other.

  “...So what should I do?”

  Isn’t it weird to ask me that?

  It would be easy to cut her off like that, but if you leave these poor helpless people to their own devices, they spin their wheels forever.

  “I think the Crimson guy’s type is actually girls like you. He’s only attached to me because I’m his first, so just go for it.”

  “But I’m not cute like you, Miss Haru...”

  Oh my gawd, how obnoxious. She’s such a pain in the ass.

  “Whaaat? No way, you’re definitely cuter than me. You have the kind of face he likes, too.”

  “Th-That’s not true. Please don’t tease me.”

  As I was saying whatever she wanted to hear, I managed to make some desperate eye contact with Lupe who had popped her head out to see what was going on.

  “Oh, Haru. We have to prep for that thing soon.”

  “Oh yeah, gotta prep for that thing. Okay, you got this. I’m rooting for you!”

  “Huh? Umm!”

  I hurried off to prep for that thing.

  Geez, these losers just need to pair off already. What does it have to do with me?

  For my part, I was busy working on getting my sales rank up.

  I kinda stopped caring about appearances and decided it was time to hit this foreign world with some foreign culture.

  “Nyan-nyan♪”

  I put on a handmade cat ear headband and went to the shop. />
  I looked so damn good in my black dress and black cat ears. Smokin’. Believe in yourself.

  “Haru, that’s so original. How cute!”

  I caused a sensation in the shop, too. Yes, I am a goddess of revolution from the realm beyond the senses. I’ll exhibit unrivaled cuteness from another world.

  “Whoa!”

  From the entrance came the sound of someone dropping a huge sword.

  “No way. Haru, don’t tell me you put those cat ears on for me...?”

  Ugh, here he comes, Mr. Annoying.

  “So, Haru. Kiyori is pretty cute, but in terms of who puts in more effort, it’s definitely you, so—”

  “Shut up, Pizza-Face Japan. I had another pain-in-the-ass day ’cause of you, so I’m not sleeping with you. Lupe, do some Talking Time with this guy.”

  “Huh? M-Me?”

  I practically forced Lupe and Chiba together and proceeded to work the room with my sales smile. I buttered everyone up with my kitty face.

  Instead of buying Lupe after their Talking Time ended, Chiba purposely came up to me a few times to say, “Well, I’m going,” but I pretended to be busy and ignored him.

  He’d been all about my cat ears, but in the end, he trudged home. I asked Lupe what he was like and she said, “Well, at first it was as awkward as you’d expect, given the situation,” but apparently she’d gotten him hooked. I’d expect nothing less from Lupe-senpai.

  Actually, I really was busy. For my part, I was sensing people getting hooked on my cat ears.

  A bunch of customers there to drink wanted to mess with me, and Sumo turned bright red at just the sight of my face.

  I thought I would chat with Sumo in cat language, but then the blacksmith said I reminded him of a cat he used to have and bought me for upstairs.

  I decided to give him full-on cat play.

  “Nyaaaa.”

  “H-Hey, that tickles.”

  I licked his hairy nipples.

  I was naked with cat ears, but I ventured to wear socks. If I had made a tail, I would have been even more cat-like, but I wasn’t sure what to use.

  “You really are cute.”

  He pet my head. He must have really loved his cat.

  I went to put his cock in my mouth. It was still all floppy. Once I had it in, I kneaded his balls like a cat might do.