The Guild Master invited me to the casino.
A casino.
I didn't go to them much even back in Japan—I'd never been good with gambling. Learning all the rules felt like a chore.
But this game called Full Points was surprisingly easy to understand.
"Pretty straightforward, huh?"
"Right?"
Teams of three competed against each other. You rolled six-sided dice to fill in numbers from 1 to 12. Before rolling, each player chose how many dice to use—one, two, or three. Rolling three dice and going over 13 was useless. The first team to fill every number from 1 to 12 won.
It was a dice game that could last a long time and accommodate lots of people at once—that was its secret to popularity. The real excitement came when someone was one square away from winning.
We had four teams tonight. Three were already on reach, including ours. The last empty square was 9.
"Why the hell won't 9 come up?!"
Even with two or three dice, the average should have been right around there. Especially with three dice, the expected value was almost dead center. Yet it refused to appear.
"Grrr…"
It was the Guild Master's turn. He was agonizing over how many dice to use.
"Guild Master, statistically three dice is safest."
"No! My flow right now is all about big numbers!"
Sure enough, he had been rolling nothing but 5s and 6s for the last several turns. I was a probability guy, but gambling sometimes needed gut feeling too.
"Here I go!"
Two dice tumbled across the table—4 and 6.
"You've gotta be kidding me!"
Still no 9, but at least they were big numbers, just like he predicted. We had now stalled five times in a row.
"My turn," said the dandy, bearded man next to us. He only had two squares left, so he should have used one die.
Instead he picked two.
"Huh? Two dice?"
Before I could process it, the dice stopped—1 and 1.
"Yes!"
"As expected of Kalamar!!"
"We won!!"
The opposing team erupted in cheers.
"Aiming for double ones…"
I wondered if it was cheating or some advanced dice-control technique, but the truth was we had stalled five times. If 9 had shown up earlier, we would have won.
"Three gold coins each~"
We had each bet one gold coin—about 100,000 yen. Way too rich for my blood. I really wasn't cut out for gambling.
The bearded dandy called Kalamar approached me with a friendly smile.
"You mentioned probability earlier. You calculate the dice outcomes, don't you?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Arithmetic is a noble's pastime, so we're expected to know it, but it's impressive to see a commoner using it so effectively."
"It's essential for merchants."
There was a hint of arrogance in his question, but honestly, after watching the Guild Master, I knew the people here weren't bad at math at all. Most were at least as good as me, and I had only made it through middle-school level.
The Guild Master knew probability too—he had simply chosen to bet on intuition.
"Full Points is fun precisely because you know the odds and still ride your gut. I think I'd enjoy playing with you again."
He laughed cheerfully.
"You're the Sekauma guy, right? Quite famous. Even among commoners, you're in a different league. Let's play again sometime."
On the way back from the casino, the Guild Master grinned.
"Let's go to the cabaret!"
He was in high spirits. The new cabaret had finally opened after quite a few twists and turns. I was curious too, so I agreed.
We had switched the girls to a shift system with the rule "come out whenever you feel like it." The girls themselves had asked for it, saying, "Too many days off and we get bored. Unlike sex, we don't need to rest that often."
As a result, all fourteen girls were working tonight—nine former low-tier prostitute candidates (minus Kochi, who had moved to the crepe shop) and five former mid-tier prostitutes.
Even with fourteen girls the large venue still felt understaffed. Every seat was full.
"Wait, this is weird. How many customers are here?"
The concept was supposed to be a place commoners could enjoy, but that meant "once a week or once a month" at most. A single visit usually cost 30 to 50 copper coins—roughly 3,000 to 5,000 yen. Yet some customers were showing up every single day. Could they actually afford it? I didn't want anyone skipping out on the bill.
"Ah! Store Manager!"
Annie came rushing over the moment she saw me.
"What's wrong? Trouble?"
Her face looked urgent.
"Not exactly trouble, but…"
Behind her stood five new girls.
"Excuse me, are you the manager?!"
"We'd like to work here!"
An emergency interview. The interviewers ended up being me and the Guild Master (even though I hadn't asked him to join).
"Well well, the shop must have quite the reputation," the Guild Master said cheerfully.
"Yes! We heard you even help with buying out our contracts!"
"The atmosphere here looks wonderful—we really want to work!"
Buying out contracts. Low-tier candidates were cheap, but mid-tier girls were expensive, so I covered part of it as a loan to be repaid gradually from their salaries—without interest. I wasn't sure if that counted as "help," but it seemed to motivate them.
"Well then, let's start with names," the Guild Master said, clearly enjoying himself.
The girls were desperate. We were the ones choosing. That feeling of superiority was oddly satisfying.
"Yes! I'm Sloira!"
The energetic girl raised her hand so enthusiastically that her top rode up, making her massive breasts bounce and jiggle—*boing boing*.
"Hired."
"Guild Master!?"
Don't just decide on your own!!
"Look at those tits!"
"Please don't shout about breast size during the interview! This isn't that kind of interview!"
This wasn't a sexy AV audition, damn it.
Sloira grinned and happily lifted her enormous breasts with both hands, showing them off. They were even bigger than Yuira-san's. I wanted to bury my face in them. I wanted them wrapped around my cock.
"Hired."
Wait—what? My mouth moved on its own!?
"Yay!! So easy!!"
Sloira cheered.
"She just called us easy, Guild Master!?"
"There is no universe in which we reject tits like that! It can't be helped!"
Damn it, I couldn't argue.
"Next, please…"
"I'm Howly♡"
She squeezed her huge breasts together between her arms, making them bulge obscenely.
Huge.
"Hired."
The Guild Master and I said it in perfect unison.
What the hell!? We were only judging by name and breast size!
"Emrial. Mine aren't that big, but…"
She shyly tugged her top down just enough to flash a hint of soft upper cleavage.
"Hired."
Aaaah!!!
"Guild Master!? We're fucked—we're only judging by tits!!"
"Can't be helped! They're tits! What can beat tits!?"
Two grown men shouting "tits" at each other in the middle of an interview.
Two girls left.
"Sorry for the commotion."
The last two approached silently and pressed their soft breasts against our arms.
"I'm Urana♡"
"I'm Treat♡"
"Hired."
The next day Avael-san scolded me thoroughly.
"Are you stupid!? If you're going to hire more people, consult me first!"
"I'm sorry…"
Avael-san had been off yesterday. We had gone wild while she was gone.
"I do appreciate the extra hands—the timing is perfect and we're short-staffed. But I'm the one in charge here!"
She was right.
"And the salary stays the same?"
"Yeah."
Avael-san sighed and rubbed her temples while updating the ledger.
"Well, alcohol sales are through the roof and we need more girls to handle the customers. I'll make it work."
Sorry, Avael-san. Really.
It was late, so I decided to sleep at the mansion above the cabaret where my girls lived. The newly hired girls would move in once the contract paperwork was finished.
"…Manager?"
"Annie?"
She was the de facto leader of the low-tier candidates—not because she was the oldest, but because everyone relied on her kind, caring nature.
Annie looked serious.
"…Is it really okay to hire so many people at once?"
"Hm?"
"You've been so good to us. Losing this shop would be like dying for us. If it's too much of a burden, please don't hesitate to—"
I smiled.
"To be honest, we're making way too much money."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. We're selling the same alcohol here at five times the normal price."
Of course, almost no one paid cash—it was all on credit, which was why the price was so high. Even compared to the soba shop's credit prices, it was still expensive. Some regulars were already paying a silver coin every time they came in.
"So don't worry."
Annie still looked down, then whispered:
"We'll do anything for you…"
Anything.
Yeah… anything.
"Hehe♡ You really love big breasts, don't you♡"
"Tit overload!!"
Ten former low-tier candidates surrounded me, plus Kochi who had come back to join in. Twenty soft, warm breasts pressed against every inch of my body.
Touching the girls who worked for me was probably the worst thing a boss could do. Even yakuza probably didn't do that… maybe. I didn't know.
But I didn't care.
Tits win. Always.
Twenty different shapes and sizes of perfect breasts surrounded me—back, arms, chest, thighs, everywhere. My head felt fuzzy from the sheer heavenly softness.
"Fufu, you look so happy♡"
Of course I was happy. This was paradise.
"We'll sandwich your cock with our tits♡"
Soft, pillowy flesh enveloped my shaft. The warm, squishy pressure was incredible.
"Haaah… feels so good…"
The girls giggled and pressed their breasts harder against me. One pair even reached my mouth, so I licked and sucked on the nipple.
"Yaan♡"
They started rubbing their own nipples against mine too. The sensation was too much.
"It's getting even harder♡ Please cum all over our tits♡"
Drowning in the heat and softness of twenty breasts, I couldn't hold back.
"I'm cumming!"
*Spluuuurt!!!!*
Thick ropes of cum painted breasts white. The girls moaned in delight.
"Fufu, my turn next♡"
"Aaah♡ Look♡♡♡ My tits are covered in your cum♡♡♡ I'll lick every drop♡♡♡"
"I want to lick too!"
"This is so hot…"
This was an eleven-person tit-fest.
While I was still thinking that, I latched onto the nearest pair of breasts and sucked hard.
But that was only the beginning.
I grabbed Sloira by her long hair and yanked her head back roughly.
"Open your fucking mouth, big-tit slut."
Before she could answer I shoved my still-hard, cum-smeared cock straight down her throat, facefucking her without mercy. Saliva and leftover cum drooled from the corners of her lips as my hips slammed forward.
"Glk—! Glk—! Glk—!"
I slapped her cheek sharply—left, right—leaving bright red handprints on her pretty face.
"Suck harder. This is what those massive udders are for—milking cock with your throat while your tits bounce."
Howly pressed her enormous breasts against the side of my face while I continued destroying Sloira's throat.
"Master's being so rough today… I'm getting so wet♡"
I pulled out of Sloira's mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us, and immediately slapped her face again before turning to Howly.
"Your turn, cow-tit bitch."
I rammed my cock down her throat just as brutally, fucking her face while I reached down and slapped Sloira's huge tits hard, making them jiggle and ripple.
Both girls moaned and gagged, eyes watering, but they only pushed their breasts closer, begging for more.
I alternated between their mouths, facefucking one while choking and slapping the tits of the other.
Every time I pulled out I spat on their flushed faces and slapped them again.
"Look at you ten sluts. All you're good for is surrounding me with twenty worthless tits and letting me use your throats like cheap onaholes. Say it."
"Yes, Master♡ We're just titty onaholes♡"
"Our only value is our big breasts and tight throats for you♡"
I yanked Urana's hair, forced her down, and made the others line up on their knees, pressing all twenty breasts together in a massive wall of soft flesh around my cock.
"Tit-fuck me. All of you. Now."
They obeyed instantly. Twenty breasts—some huge and heavy, some perky and firm, some soft and pillowy—squeezed and rubbed my cock from every angle. The sensation was overwhelming.
I grabbed Treat by the hair and slapped her face while she tried to lick the head of my cock.
"Harder. Squeeze those fat tits tighter or I'll choke you unconscious."
She moaned loudly and pressed her breasts together with all her strength.
I facefucked whichever mouth was closest while the rest continued the endless tit-paizuri. Every few thrusts I would pull out, slap a pair of tits hard enough to leave red marks, then shove back into a different throat.
"Who owns these twenty tits?"
"You do, Master♡"
"These udders exist only to please your cock♡"
"Good girls."
I made them lie on their backs in a circle around me, legs spread, breasts pushed up and together. I took turns fucking their tits and throats while the others licked and sucked wherever they could reach.
Every time one of them came from the sheer humiliation and pleasure, I slapped her face or choked her neck until her eyes rolled back.
The room was filled with wet slapping sounds, gagging, moaning, and filthy dirty talk.
"Harder—!! Slap my tits while you fuck my throat—!!"
"Choke me—!! Use my fat udders like a fleshlight—!!"
I obliged every request, pounding breasts and faces without mercy.
At one point I forced all ten girls onto their knees again, faces pressed cheek-to-cheek in two rows of five, twenty breasts squished together in front of me.
"Open your mouths and stick your tongues out. I'm going to paint all twenty tits and all ten faces."
They obeyed eagerly. I jerked my cock furiously over the sea of soft flesh and erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering across breasts, faces, tongues, and hair until the girls were completely covered in white.
They licked each other clean like hungry kittens, moaning and thanking me.
But I still wasn't done.
I grabbed Annie by the hair, yanked her head back, and forced my cock back down her throat while the others continued rubbing their cum-smeared tits all over my body.
"Keep those tits pressed against me. I'm going to use every single one of you until morning."
The night turned into a long, messy, twenty-tit orgy of facefucking, tit-slapping, choking, hair-pulling, and endless degradation.
By the time I finally collapsed, every girl was panting, covered in cum, and whispering brokenly:
"Master… we'll bring our tits whenever you want… use us again anytime♡"
I smirked, stroking a pair of cum-glazed breasts almost gently before giving them one last firm slap.
"Good. Keep these twenty tits ready for me every single night."