Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
One of the three big families in the Royal capital, Jayanne.
A chic and calming store consisted of white marble and bricks.
The heavy oak doors at the entrance are polished.
In the waiting room on the first floor, Explosive onee-san was standing with confused looks.
She was wrapped in a black cloak.
ãHey, do I really have to do it wearing this?ã
Beneath the cloak, was a custom-made outfit.
It was also the case as a fashion, but she thought it had a rather unusual design.
ãItâs okayã
The concierge confidently declared so.
ãI too, at first thought it was a bit weird. But after listening to the story, I began to reconsider the possibilities of such a preference existsã
He encouraged Explosive onee-san who couldnât dispel her anxiety with a loud voice.
ãIâm sure that this is exactly what the Lord grim reaper wants. Iâm really sure of it nowã
Explosive onee-san nodded while heaving a sigh.
ãWell then, Iâm counting on you. Do it as we practicedã
Even if she wasnât completely convinced, sheâs a professional. The number one of the best stores, at that.
If she decides to do it, sheâll do it flawlessly.
She exited the waiting room and headed to the suite door on the third floor.
She then took a few deep breaths. Her expression switched to her professional ones.
The grim reaper already waited in the room. This was also planned.
(Letâs do this, me)
She dropped the cloak she wore on the floor.
What was revealed was a bondage fashion style. High legs, garters and corsets.
Black cloth and leather wrapped her body while reflecting the silver plating on it.
Beautiful legs that have moderate muscle and meat like an athletic college female student.
She transformed from a sister into a queen and kicked the door open with her legs.
ãWas it you, who said something disgusting like asking to be killed?ã
A slim and tall man was sitting on the sofa with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He has sanpaku eyes, his face looks pale, and his cheeks are hollow. In addition, there were dark rings under his eyes.
He reacted to explosive ojou-samaâs shout and looked at her.
There was no change in his facial expression. He kept having an eerie smile.
(Is this really okay? I would hate it if I failed after going this far)
While feeling impatient inside, explosive ojou-sama made the soft whip in her hand dance in the air.
ãIâll kill you just as you want itã
Pan! A thunderous voice resounded when the whip hit the floor, shaking the curtain and the window with it.
While at the same time, shook the grim reaperâs heart.
ãWhat are you laughing for? So disgustingã
The distortion in grim reaperâs mouth. It means joy.
However, in the eyes of explosive ojou-sama, it appeared as though he was laughing scornfully.
(Say something, wonât you?)
She, who got embarrassed and on the verge of panicking, swung her whip around.
ãAh!ã
Suddenly, explosive ojou-sama raised her voice.
Because the whip, with no intention to hit, hit the shoulder of the grim reaper.
(Iâm sorry!)
But now, they were in the middle of a play. She canât stop playing her role as the Queen.
She pretended to be unaware and hit the floor in front of her with her whip.
(Eh?)
She doesnât leak her voice this time.
She targeted the floor tile in front of her with confidence that it wouldnât hit him again.
But it didnât reach the floor, and hit the grim reaperâs shoulder on the way.
(Heâs coming to⦠get hit on his own?)
The next one and the one after that.
Even though she purposely made it miss, his body will move to catch it.
(But why!?)
Explosive ojou-sama herself couldnât bear with it anymore and threw away her whip.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The whip bounced off the floor and fell at the back of the room. Grim reaper stared at it with an unbelievable look.
ãWhatâs with that face? You got a complaint or something?ã
While saying so, explosive onee-sanâs foot kicked the grim reaperâs chest.
As she saw him easily fell on his back, she took a step forward while removing her heels.
ãCome on, if you got something to say, say it will you?ã
Then, the foot that wrapped in tights trampled the grim reaperâs face.
She was frightened by the ecstatic expression under her feet.
(Hii!)
The arch of her foot was licked and she reflexively retracted it.
The foot that lost its balance stepped back. What it stepped on was, happened to be the lower part of the grim reaper.
At the same time, a voice of joy was raised from under her feet
(Itâs hard)
Explosive ojou-sama moaned inside her heart.
The size of the death scythe under the towel had significantly increased in length and hardness.
It crawled from the towel and lifted itself up like sunflower seeds sprouted.
Its momentum was so great that it could lift the weight of explosive ojou-sama.
(Does he seriously love this kind of thing?)
She still had some doubts, but it seems the concierge was right.
However, she couldnât understand the grim reaperâs feelings at all.
(Haa⦠I donât care anymore. Iâll move on to the next step)
Explosive ojou-sama affirmed the situation and proceeded to move as practiced.
Questions like, Why? didnât escape her lips.
All she did was put her weight to trample him.
ãYou pervert!ã
Explosive ojou-sama yelled to increase the hardness.
Her line just now contained her true feelings.
The grim reaperâs face was distorted in pleasure and his body kept twisting around as his death scythe being trampled with a movement as if to extinguish a bonfire.
The pain was converted into a sharp pleasure to the extent that his brain was trembling because of it.
ãWhy donât you try and say something huh!?ã
Explosive ojou-sama pulled a small chair from the dressing table.
She sat on it and put the death scythe between her feet.
Then she began stroking it gently.
(It was like this, right?)
A long scythe, longer than the length from her heel to her tiptoe.
She carefully stimulated it albeit struggled with its bow-like shape.
(Eh?)
Suddenly, the grim reaper screamed like in mating season.
His scythe exploded after a beat late. It gushes out of his navel and creates a puddle on his belly.
(Itâs way too fast! Is this guy really that grim reaper)
Explosive ojou-sama was startled looking at the muddy foothold.
Who would believe that a world ranker would climax with only this much?
While in the middle of bewilderment, the thing that moved her was the procedures and manuals she practiced beforehand.
(If Iâm not wrong, I should give a punishment if he did something as he pleases)
And then she yelled.
ãWho said you can let it out!?ã
She used her skillful toes to tightly hold it.
ãIâm asking you, who gave you permission to let it out? Answer me!ã
She put on more strength.
(Eh? Now wayâ¦)
Grim reaperâs scythe erupted again due to the painful stimulus.
Because he bent his back and his body bounced, explosive ojou-sama fell from the chair after her feet slipped on the puddle.
(Just whatâs with him)
She looked at the grim reaper while frowning in pain.
The figure lying on his back and bent his back like a bow. He has a stern face, but it revealed an expression full of pleasure.
It reminded the explosive ojou-sama of a believer praying in the temple.
(Is this what they call religious ecstasy?)
She was flabbergasted after comprehending grim reaperâs mental state.
After that, explosive ojou-sama fulfilled the menu while suppressing her quivering heart.
***
Two hours later.
In the waiting room was explosive onee-san, she was completely exhausted and slumped on the table.
ãLord grim reaper seemed extremely satisfied. The entertainment was a great successã
The concierge appreciated her hard work and praised her.
ãYou did everything on the menu, right?ã
ãYes, I didã
She answered with a sigh.
The menu was a work item that Tauro thought should be added this time, and was devised by himself.
ãVerbal abuse, feet play, face sitting, whipping, and lastly, candlesã
ãYou donât have to read itã
She doesnât seem to want to talk about it, but the concierge has to do this interview.
Next time, he wants to have a conversation with the customer while their memory of the play was still vivid in their mind.
He mentioned each item one by one and let the explosive onee-san answer.
ãThe order is wrong. Next after verbal abuse was whipping. Thereâs no helping it since he jumped at it on his ownã
ãHouâ¦ã
He was taking notes with great interest.
There seems to be room for consideration in the order of the play.
ãHow was his reaction on candle play?ã
It was something he was most concerned about as a concierge.
Dripping wax from a candle sounds nothing but a torture.
He couldnât imagine it as something to be pleased about.
ãAbout that⦠It was a big hit actuallyã
ãA big hit?ã
ãItâs hot~, Iâm going to get burned~, he was overjoyed while saying something like that. And then he came like crazy after thatã
ãUnbelievableâ¦.ã
ãHe really came a lot, that even I was pissed by it, I blocked the exit with wax so it stop coming outã
The concierge was speechless with his mouth wide open.
ãAnd then the next moment, he looked at me with eyes full of expectation as if saying, donât light up! Donât light it up!, you know?ã
Explosive onee-san was still lying her face down on the table.
ãIt canât be helped so I did as he requested and stick the extra candle wick on the tipã
ãAnd then⦠What happened?ã
ãHe started screaming something like, Itâs hot! It hurts! Help me!, so I put out the fire and removed the wax cover. And then, from the inside, it came out all at onceã
She shook her head left and right on the table.
ãHe canât be in his right mind to be so happy after all of thatã
A shock ran through his mind after the concierge heard that.
(How deep⦠an existence called human is)
He has been working as a concierge for decades, to the point he has a status that could put together every concierge of top ranking stores.
However, despite that there is still something that was unknown to him spread before him.
(The height is still beyond my reach, huh)
The knowledge he had learned was only like a grain of sand on a beach.
The concierge trembled before the vastness of the sea.
Then, explosive onee-san said with a flat tone.
ãI donât want to do that anymore, alright? If youâre still going to add it as one of our store variation, then please ask the other girls to do it insteadã
While the concierge respected her opinion, he asked one thing.
ãThe physical burden is small though?ã
To keep bullying while sometimes giving a reward. This play basically doesnât last until the end.
ãThatâs not the problem. My mental state couldnât stand it, you know?ã
Apparently explosive onee-san didnât like it.
(Butâ¦)
The concierge was thinking.
(If thereâs someone who enjoys being hurt, itâs not strange if thereâs someone who enjoys inflicting it)
When God created a person in this world, wouldnât he also prepare a companion for them? The concierge thinks so.
(The one who wishes, and the one who grant it)
He believed that if both were to meshed well, human culture would move forward.
(Right now, I might be standing at the center of a turning point of cultural history)
He felt chills after sensing the flow of history with his body.
(But still⦠To come up with something like this. What a genius)
He thought about Tauro.
Was history, cultural history in particular, greatly influenced by an outstanding genius?
(With his existence. We have advanced the history by decades with just the matter this time)
And to think he lived and interacted at the same era as such a person.
(Later on, at one part of cultural history, my name might be mentioned as one of the people who had cultural exchange with him)
Thinking about such a possibility, a feeling close to joy rose from the depth of his heart.
Then, for that, there is a matter he wants to resolve.
ãBy the way, about Tauro-sama banned entering the store. I was thinking to lift it but, what do you think?ã
Pikuri, reaction coming from explosive onee-san and she raised her face from the table for the first time.
ãWhy this talk, all of a sudden?ã
The concierge spoke about how this project was Tauroâs idea.
ãI was looking for a solution, and then Dr.Slime helped me with that, you see?ã
The concierge nodded.
ãCertainly, I canât imagine anyone but Dr.Slime that would come up with this kind of thingã
Strangely convinced, explosive onee-sama sighed.
ãI owe a favor to this personage. So, I want to return even just a little of it somehowã
Explosive onee-sama kept silent for a few moments. Then, she spoke slowly.
ãIsnât it fine? Though I think itâs safer to let everyone decidesã
The concierge didnât reply.
Not only was he banned from entering the store, his nominations were also rejected by their consensus.
It doesnât matter if the ban was lifted from the storeâs side, nothing will change if his nomination was refused anyway.
Expecting this, explosive onee-san murmured.
ãI donât mind accepting it, if it was only before holidays and he promised to not overdoing itã
Hearing that answer, the conciergeâs face became brighter.
But immediately, explosive onee-san warned him.
ãThough I said I accept it, those who were fine with probably only two or three people including me. Is that okay?ã
ãThatâs enoughã
The concierge left the room to confirm the girlsâ inclination.
If possible, he would like to bring the talk about lifting the ban when he visits Tauro to report the results.
(First, letâs start asking her)
The number one of Jayanneâs shadow.
And the one who became the victim from the incident that led to his ban.
The concierge headed to the platform as her figure floated in his mind.