This is a high-class clothing store.
It’s a three-story building.
It’s rectangular.
The space between it and the adjacent buildings is only several centimeters.
It’s situated in a prime location on the main street.
The third floor is occupied by the clothing store owner’s family.
The second floor houses the employees and merchandise storage.
The first floor is the shoproom.
Inside the employee’s room on the second floor.
“You’ve come again today ♡ I’m so happy ♡”
“It’s so I can always be with you. I need our child.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t get pregnant…”
“Don’t apologize, there’s nothing wrong with you, is there?”
The shopkeeper’s second son is reluctant about arranged marriages and proposals.
His true love is only her!
He’s currently on bad terms with his father.
His elder brother, having succeeded in an arranged marriage, is running a clothing store in another town.
He’s just one step away from independence.
His mother believed the arranged marriage partner was wonderful, so she collapses upon hearing that her second son rejected such a good offer for his “true love?”
“This is a dream, isn’t it? My son wouldn’t walk down such a thorny path, would he? You’ll tell me it’s a dream, right?”
Each time she wakes up, she remains in a state of denial, unable to accept reality.
It’s a mental illness. When she saw a doctor, they said medication could help with stress and anxiety, but they threw up their hands.
The second son, the cause of all this,
believes that announcing the pregnancy with his beloved girlfriend will solve both their marriage and his mother’s illness.
He’s living in a fantasy world.
“Mmm ♥”
“Mmmm ~ ♪”
After a kiss, the second son pleasures his girlfriend.
They gaze into each other’s eyes, sucking each other’s tongues and exchanging saliva, warming each other’s bodies.
They partially undress and collapse onto the bed.
She bumps into the wall, ending up in a position straddling him.
He firmly grabs her hands with both of his.
She lifts her hips slightly, challenging herself to insert his dick with just her hips.
“Aaaah, let me use my hands~♥ I’ll never get in at this rate~~♥”
“Believe in our love! You can do it, ugh”
His dick rubs against her vaginal wall.
Insertion would bring even greater pleasure.
He manages to hold back ejaculation with sheer will, driven by the pleasure he’s getting and imagining. If he finishes, her feelings might waver.
He feels pathetic as a man.
“Lower, lower. Yes, there, uoooooh ♪”
“Aaaahh, it’s innnnn ♥”
The dick that her beloved has been waiting for.
She moves her hips up and down frantically.
She aims to hit the G-spot with the tip of his dick for maximum pleasure.
Well, on the floors below where the second son and his girlfriend are enjoying themselves.
Nine and his crew are breaking in using their lock-picking skills.
“Still amazing, as always.”
“Praise won’t get you anything ♪”
“They only lowered the blinds; most of it is still here.”
“It’ll be easy to steal valuables now ♪”
“Carelessness supreme, the boss’s judgment is excellent ♪”
Rustle.
They split up and casually carry items made of expensive materials in their left and right arms.
“Alright, let’s bounce.”
” ” ” ” ” “Yes, Boss ♪♪” ” ” ” ”
Once everyone is out, they relock the door.
This buys them a little time before the theft is discovered.
Click.
“It’s locked.”
On the second floor.
The second son is pouring his love into his girlfriend for what seems like the umpteenth time.
“Ahhh ♥”
“Can you go for more?”
The second son is surprisingly potent.
You’d think he’d be a weakling, sewing clothes.
But he shows considerable stamina.
Or perhaps it’s the power of his true love?
Is his body (lower body) working so hard to convince his parents, that it’s responding so vigorously?
Creak, creak ♪ Thumpity-thump ♥
Their lovemaking continued until the night sky began to brighten.
“~~―――ッ♥”
“I’m going back to my room.”
“Please clean up ♡ We’ll do it hard again, okay?”
He tells her, who is clearly in a daze from the afterglow.
The second son stealthily, quietly, returns to his room without making a sound.
He washes away the scent of her and their afterglow from his clothes with a strong perfume.
Her favorite perfume.
“Sniff, sniff… It’s fine.”
He wipes the sweat off with a towel.
He changes into pajamas and sleeps for just a few hours.
After breakfast, his work will begin again, charming customers who are wealthy or celebrating special occasions while trying to sell them high-priced merchandise.
“God. God of Treasures. Please bless her belly with our treasure (offspring).”
A little while after the second son fell into a deep sleep.
An employee, other than the girlfriend, wakes up to use the restroom and goes down to the first floor to prepare for the day’s work.
“Kyaaaaaa! Shopkeeper! Shopkeeper!”
A commotion erupts, with shouts of a theft having occurred, waking everyone up.
The father shouts and dispatches a soldier to report the incident.
“Don’t touch anything at the scene.”
“Yes.”
His son looks tired.
The father realizes his son was with that employee again.
He surveys the shop shelves and mannequins from a distance.
He suspects the notorious thieves are responsible for so meticulously stealing all the high-end merchandise.
Clang, clang.
“Who is in charge?”
“I am.”
He happens to encounter a patrol soldier, and an interrogation begins immediately.
“I see. The crime happened at midnight. If it was after we left…”
The soldier, speculating, informs the shop owner and others that the crime likely occurred within a two-hour window.
“You didn’t hear any noises? Anyone going to the restroom in the middle of the night, or eating a late-night snack… Yes, thank you.”
“Uh, Soldier, after we submit the estimated damage, will you return after apprehending the culprits…?”
“…I doubt it.”
“Is that so… Aaaaah.”
” “Shopkeeper!” ”
The loss of merchandise is less than the cash in the safe.
However, if the cost of creating the products is included, the amount is significant.
Under the current circumstances, it won’t be the same as yesterday.
Several employees will be laid off.
Meals will be simpler, and they’ll have to economize.
“Please don’t fire her!”
“I understand what you’re thinking.”
If she’s pregnant, she’s no longer combat power.
“Bu-but I’m still okay.”
“What’s okay?!”
A parent-child argument.
It’s not the kind of atmosphere where one can beg not to be fired.
The employees facing dismissal watch with anxious uncertainty, wondering what will happen to them.
She, meanwhile, rubs her belly and secretly cheers on the second son.
Slum district.
Nine’s lair.
“They must be making a huge fuss by now ♪”
“Cheers again to the boss ♪///”
“You’re drinking too much ♪///”
“You can say that about me too, can’t you ♪”
Hahaha! Clink! Puhahaha! ///
The lair is in a festive mood.
Since there’s no soundproofing, it leaks outside.
Knock, knock.
Hoo, swish, fin ♪
Knock, knock!
Hahaha…
Thud!!
“Noisy for a newcomer!!”
” ” ” ” Haha… Who is it?” ” ” ”
The intruder, who has ruined their celebratory drinking, was a messenger from another organization.
“Tell your boss.”
A meeting of all the top bosses of the organizations controlling the slums will be held.
If you don’t come, all who attend the meeting will crush you.
If you try to escape, we’ll send pursuers and kill you. Kill you gruesomely.
The meeting place is in front of the dried-up fountain.
The time is roughly when people sleep (although it varies individually).
A slight delay will be overlooked. It means to gather early.
“See ya.”
” ” ” ” Ah, hey… You poured cold water on things and said what you wanted.” ” ” ”
“Pay for the door!!”
“I’m going to inform the boss.”
“See ya.”
“We’ll…”
“Patch up the door.”
