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Shuichi left the hotel room a few minutes later, returning to the lobby. He knew Byakuya had rented out his room for the whole night, but he definitely wasn’t planning on staying, especially since Peko had already returned to his car.

“Hey, where are you?” her first text message read. “Shuichi, please reply,” read the second, and then “If you’re reading this and you have taken him hostage, I have a very special set of skills that will make certain that the only thing you’ll get for this is my sword in your back.”

“I’m fine, Peko,” Shuichi texted back. “I’m sorry that I left without notice, but I got a… business opportunity that I couldn’t turn down. Good news, though; I’ll be able to pay you back for buying me gas.”

“... shit. You sold yourself, didn’t you?” Peko texted back. “Did they treat you well? Are you hurt? Your ass better still be in one piece.”

“I’m fine, Peko, I’m fine,” Shuichi texted back. “I’m at one of the hotels further down the street. I’ll text you the address. As soon as I figure out what that is.”

“Fine. Just don’t do anything stupid before I get there, okay?” Peko replied. Shuichi couldn’t text back, though; the person in front of him had just left, and he was next in line to the receptionist.

“Oh! It’s you again!” The blonde woman blushed the instant she recognized Shuichi. “Your, uh, friend left a few minutes earlier.”

“Yeah, we… finished having our fun for tonight,” Shuichi replied, blushing as well.

“I see… she seemed, uh, pretty satisfied.” It took her some effort, but the receptionist managed to **** herself to look Shuichi in the eye. “You must be pretty good at what you do, huh?”

“Yes, I suppose I am,” Shuichi said automatically, holding out his card. However, she didn’t move to take it.

“Say, uh… since your friend paid for the whole night, it’d be a waste for you to check out now,” the receptionist pointed out.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Shuichi shrugged, indifferent. “I’ve got a home to get back to, though. I don’t have any reason to stay here.”

“Well… what if it were to, you know… make more money?” She reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out a small purse, undoubtedly full of bills and coins.

Shuichi’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait… are you suggesting…?”

“I can pay you double the rate of the room if you give me the same service you gave the other girl,” she said, excitement gleaming in her eyes. “What do you say?”

“...” Shuichi paused, thinking for a good long while, before eventually letting out a frustrated sigh. “You know what? Why not? I’ve already eaten the poison, so to speak… and I could use the extra cash.”

“Really!? You will?!” the woman gasped excitedly before quickly changing her demeanor when she saw some other people in the lobby staring at her. “Er, I mean… I’ll get you your room service right away, sir.” As Shuichi walked away from the desk, he could hear her shout “Hey, Nabiki! Could you watch the front desk for a while? I’m taking my thirty-minute break now.”

Soon, Shuichi was sitting back on the bed he silently hoped that he’d never see again, waiting for the receptionist to come to his door. He did his best to clean up the mess he and Byakuya had made earlier, but without a proper maid, there was no way this place wasn’t going to reek of sex. As he waited, his fingers nervously beat against his leg, already regretting his decision. Still, he rationalized to himself that it would be worse to back out now, and texted Peko once again.

“Hey, change of plans,” he wrote. “I’ll still be meeting you at the hotel, but my… business is going to take longer than I expected. I need you to go to the lobby and wait for me, okay?”

“As you wish, Master,” she wrote back. “But please, whatever it is you are doing… please, stay safe.”

“I’ll be fine, Peko. I promise,” he wrote just before there was a knock at the door. “You can come in,” he said, speaking up. “The door’s unlocked.”

The receptionist walked in a moment later, and she was already sweating. Shutting the door behind her, she began to remove her clothes hastily, starting with her tie.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this… after years of watching Johns go in and out of this place, I finally get to see what it’s like.” After removing her panties, shirt, and bra, she seemed to decide that was enough and took out a green condom. “Not that I’d do this all the time if I could… I just… even girls get lonely after a while, you know?”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to justify yourself to me,” Shuichi said, placing a comforting hand on her cheek as she knelt in front of him and slipped the condom onto his cock. Almost in spite of himself, he had gotten hard the moment he returned to the hotel room. “You just enjoy yourself, okay?”

“R-right…” She looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you.”

She then crawled onto his lap and carefully inserted his long cock inside of her. She was already very wet, but she still needed to be handled carefully at first so she didn’t hurt herself. But he rose to the task, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist to guide the movement of her hips, up and down, side to side, until he finally bottomed out. She was clearly a bit nervous, but each time he felt her tightening up or shaking, he calmed her down with gentle kisses and whispered reassurances in her ear.

Once he was certain she was ready, however, Shuichi stopped holding back. Gripping her soft ass firmly through her skirt, he thrust up into her as hard and as fast as he could, determined to finish this as quickly as possible. The receptionist, for her part, simply let Shuichi do whatever he wanted with her, moaning loudly in pure ecstasy as he ravaged her inside and out. Every single time she felt him slam into her, she could feel her womb shake as her clit sent shock after shock of pure pleasure into her brain. Pleasure that only got more intense as her **** and inhibitions melted away.

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me harder, you fucking stud!” the blonde cried out, throwing her head back as their thrusts reached a fever pitch. “I don’t care if the condom breaks! Give me everything you’ve got! Ah, aaaaah!”

The receptionist’s body shook so hard while she orgasmed that she could have sworn she was going to tear herself apart. It was by far the greatest she had ever felt in her entire life, and in that moment of pure lust-driven madness, she would have given her soul to extend it for even just a few moments.

Such an erotic display was enough to push Shuichi over the edge, and he grunted as he began filling the overstretched condom around his shaft. It, fortunately, did not burst, but it was pushed to its absolute limit, and when he finally pulled out of the receptionist, he could see that so much sperm had gathered into the bulb that it was causing his still-hard cock to droop forward from the sheer weight of it all. There was so much that it had to be roughly the size of a mandarin orange, if not bigger. But as much as a load like that should have left him dry and exhausted, he could already feel his balls churning to life to replace what was lost - no doubt a side effect of that Kibofil overdose he had.

“Fuck… that was… so good…” the receptionist said as she laid on the bed next to Shuichi, a delirious look on her face as her body spasmed from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “We absolutely need to do this again sometime.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t do this sort of thing a lot either,” Shuichi explained as the woman shakily got onto her feet and cleaned herself up enough to go back to work. “This will probably be my only night ‘working’.”

“Right, right, of course,” she said, obviously not believing him. “I’ll be back at the front desk when you’re ready to turn in your- eep!”

The woman let out a sudden squeal as she noticed that she and Shuichi weren’t alone in the room anymore. Another woman in a uniform very similar to hers had walked in and was looking at her with crossed arms and a disappointed look on her face. She had dark black hair, a cute medium-sized bust, and professional black heels that helped cover up that she was a bit on the short side.

“Oh, uh, hey, Nabiki…” the blonde receptionist awkwardly greeted, her panties still in her hands. “Funny seeing you here…”

“What’s the matter, Ryoga? You get lost on the way to the break room?” Nabiki asked. “Unbelievable… if you’re going to sneak off to fuck one of our guests, at least have the decency to shut the door behind you!”

“Oh shit, I didn’t shut it all the way?” Ryoga gasped. “Uh… no one else heard, did they?”

“Heard? Half the hotel heard, I swear… and there’s still a small crowd outside right now.” Nabiki glared at the door behind her at the sound of hasty shuffling feet.

“Oh… uh, you’re not going to report me to our boss, are you?” Ryoga asked nervously.

“Pfft, of course not… I’m disappointed in you, but it’d break the hotel code to narc on you for something like this. Johns need to trust us, after all… even the lady ones,” she replied, causing Nabiki to blush even harder. “Though, since I covered for you, I expect you to do the same for me right now.”

“Wait, what?” Shuichi gasped as the new woman began taking her clothes off as well. “You want to hire me too?”

“I mean, obviously,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re still hard, and if you were able to make Ryoga moan THAT loud, I have to at least try it for myself.” She then walked up to Shuichi and took off his condom, casually tying it up and tossing it into the nearest trash can as she took out another condom. “What do you say? Same rate as hers, same service?”

“... sigh. Why not?” Shuichi relented. “Go ahead, and do whatever you want.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” She walked over to the bedroom’s lone desk and leaned forward as she put her hands on it, sticking her ass up in the air invitingly behind in the process. “Don’t forget to use some strong deodorant before you start working again. Can’t have anyone think you’re a working girl too, can we?”

“Right, right, of course!” Ryoga said hastily as she finally slipped her panties back on. “So long Mr, uh…” She paused in panic for a moment as she realized she had no idea what to call him. “Goodbye!”

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Nabiki slapped her ass and wiggled it at Shuichi. “Get over here and fuck me already!”

“Of course, ma’am,” Shuichi replied as he got behind her and pressed his condom-clad cock against her entrance. Shuichi suspected that she must have been watching him fuck Nabiki for a while because, unlike her, Nabiki required absolutely no foreplay. The instant he was inside her, he could tell she was wet enough to thrust without restraint, and that combined with his angle of insertion meant that he could reach even deeper inside her squeezing pussy.

“Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff!” Nabiki moaned as he bottomed out. “Do you like this… you man-whore? Do you love being put… in your place… by your clients? Oooooh… fucking… take this pussy… bitch boy!”

Despite being in a more submissive position, this girl was clearly much more dominant than the previous one. He did his best to keep her satisfied, though, thrusting as hard as she demanded and taking each bit of dirty talk she threw at him in stride. By the time he was done with her, she had cum just as hard as her friend, and a condom just as full as the first one joined it in the trash can.

“Ah… I definitely needed that,” Nabiki said, practically glowing with vitality and enthusiasm as she put her clothes back on. “Here you go, bitch boy. You definitely earned your cash today.” She tossed a roll of bills into Shuichi’s bag by his bed. “See you around!”

“Yeah… thanks… for your business,” Shuichi said as he laid on his bed, not sure what he was supposed to say after all that. He knew that professionalism was probably best, but it also just felt so awkward after all the names she called him and the way they so senselessly fucked each other. He idly wondered if it would have been best to just stay silent as the door to the hotel room creaked open once again and yet another woman entered the room.

This one was clearly not another hotel worker, though. It didn’t take much thought to realize that this girl, with her dyed pink hair, black thong with no pants, and tight black crop top that barely covered her large breasts, was one of the many sex workers that used this hotel on a daily basis. She was a bit on the younger side, though, about 18 or 19 if Shuichi had to guess. Someone who most likely would otherwise be busy with college classes, but since she was here, she likely couldn’t afford them.

“Hey there! You’re… Shuichi Saihara, aren’t you? The Ultimate John?” the woman asked, seemingly not caring about Shuichi’s state of undress at all. “Are you really taking cash for sex now? Aren’t you, like, usually on the other sides of these things?”

“What can I say? Fate can be a bit… unpredictable at times,” Shuichi replied, not having enough energy left in his soul to be defensive.

“Oh, tell me about it! If you told me even a year ago that I’d be doing this, I would have slapped you,” she replied. “Say, since you seem to be free for a moment, could I… give you a titjob? The last few guys I did it with said I was way too rough, so I could use the practice. I don’t have much cash on me right now, but I can still pay you a bit.”

“Sure, go ahead and pay whatever you want,” Shuichi replied, his voice disinterested, but his cock twitching at the thought of those soft melons pressing around him.

“Great! Just be sure to give me tips, okay?” Giggling happily, she took off her crop top and lathered her breasts in a rather generous amount of lube, causing her hard nipples to shine in the light of the hotel room. “Your word means a lot, so I expect great advice!”

Shuichi was growing more and more tired, mentally if not entirely physically, but he still did his best to give the up-and-coming sex worker advice. She was soon walking out of the hotel room with some new tricks up her sleeve and a face absolutely plastered in his cum - which she planned on washing off at her own hotel room a few doors down.

The instant that woman was out the door, though, another sex worker stepped through hoping to get some practice doing anal. And when she was done, in came another, and then another, forming what seemed like an endless sea of women and sex. And the longer the night went on, the less Shuichi bothered to charge the women fucking him, until he was doing it for literal pocket change.

He fucked a girl in a Gothic Lolita dress from behind on the bed, using her black pigtails like handlebars as he railed her from behind. By the time he was finished with her, he left an imprint of her makeup from her screaming face against one of the pillows.

He did another girl in the bathroom, holding her up by her legs in a full nelson position as she looked at herself in the mirror, letting her get a good look at how beautiful she was while in the throes of ecstasy. Their combined juices formed a puddle on the floor that slowly dripped toward the drain in the center. Most were gentle with Shuichi, but there were rough ones as well, unafraid to leave bruises or try out some very creative ideas with what was at hand in the hotel room.

Yet another woman didn’t have much in the way of pretense, fucking him in the ‘amazon’ position on the floor with her hands gripped tightly around his ankles as she **** herself onto his shaft. Shuichi entirely expected this one to break him, but when she finally left the room panting and drenched in sweat, he still somehow found himself coming to life for the next girl.

On the bed, on the chairs, on the desk, against the window, in the jacuzzi, in the kitchenette, on the fridge, and even in the sink, there was no place left untouched by traces of his lovemaking, or the marks of his shame.