Hiratori JK Haru is a Sex Worker in Another World

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-7183-0164-1
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 355 Seiten

Reihe: JK Haru is a Sex Worker in Another World

*record scratch*

*freeze frame on Haru Koyama getting choked by a horny naked dude*

Yep, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation. Not by choice, I can tell you that! It started when my weirdo classmate, Chiba, tried to save me from a runaway truck and got us both killed instead. Idiot. Then we got transported to another world, which I guess is like an otaku dream come true, or something? Chiba ends up with cheat abilities, and what do I get? Nothing! Lucky me, I get to be a sex worker instead. Gotta earn money somehow - but since I have to do it, I'm gonna kick ass at it. This world treats women even worse than the one we came from, so things get...rough. Still, I've made friends with some of the girls, and if I can juggle Chiba's idiocy and Sumo the virgin's emotions on top of all the various kinks my customers throw at me, things will be all right...won't they?

Autoren/Hrsg.

Hiratori, Ko

Weitere Mitwirkende

Shimano

Balistrieri, Emily

Leseproben

JK Haru’s Job Hunt

The funniest thing that happened when I came to this world was the time I burst out laughing about how they use grass for contraception here and said, “Yikes, do you get high?”, and Madam replied, “You do not,” with a completely straight face.

“You’ve never heard of luvya grass?” she said. “Every herbalist around here carries it. You must be from awfully far out in the country.”

I can’t believe I got called a bumpkin by someone from a world in which not only are there no internet or phones, much less smartphones, but also no electricity or cars. To all my Tokyo peeps, I am seriously sorry. She totally dissed our metropolis.

But in this world, apparently this place is urban. Just a little bit ago an orc kidnapped some kids, but I guess this is a big city even with things like that going on just outside it. I’ve never heard of that sort of thing except on , but okay.

Still, I have to get along with these fantasy people from now on. Otherwise I’m orc chow.

“Before you sleep with a customer, take some of the gooey paste made by crushing this grass and stick it way up inside you. A fingerful is enough. When you’re done, scrape it out along with the cum, clean up, and reapply before the next customer.”

Madam was a lady beautiful and mature enough that it made sense to call her Madam, and so elegant you’d never guess she was the owner of a brothel. It was sexy how she said “cum” like it was nothing. This goes without saying, but she was so used to explaining the process that she didn’t blush or anything.

That’s when it sunk in:

“If you don’t know about contraception, have you ever even slept with a man before?”

“Yeah, uh, about ten of them.”

“Oh, so you’ve been around quite a bit for someone so young. How old are you?”

“Nnnineteen...? Just about 20.”

“You don’t have to lie, you know. We have girls as young as fourteen working here.”

“Oh, I see. Sorry, where I’m from this sort of work is prohibited for people under eighteen.”

Madam’s eyes grew large. “And you managed to sleep with ten people despite that! Well, well,” she chuckled.

Actually, I was an escort for a little while during middle school. But I quit right away because my friend, who I trusted, tricked me—or I guess I should say, “used me.” Aside from that I only did it with boyfriends, and I was never the type to cheat. Even so, I’ve probably slept with more than ten guys, but eh, it’s a pain to try to remember them all, so ten’s fine.

Anyhow, as such, the only job I felt like I could maybe do when I got thrown into this unfamiliar world was sell sex. I never thought I’d do this kind of thing again, and I seriously want to tell my mom and dad I’m sorry. But this time it’s to make a living; I don’t have a choice.

“Okay. You’re hired. You seem like you’ll be popular. Welcome to Blue Cat Nocturne, Haru.”

“Happy to be here!”

“I’ll introduce you to everybody, so for today just help out at the pub downstairs. You can start taking customers once you learn our rules.”

“Okay!”

And so, I became a sex worker in another world.

I totally miss the high school life I used to have, but I died and got sent to this world. I didn’t hear anything about a way to get back, so for now I just have to do my best to survive.

*

That’s the kinda sad way my life at the brothel started, but I got used to it pretty much right away.

Every day I waitress at the pub, flirt with and occasionally flash my panties at the customers, sleep with the ones who ask, wash up quick, and get back to the pub. We’re open ’till late.

I thought it would be like a soapland back in Japan, so maybe I could just wait around in bed ’till someone showed up, but in this world a brothel is practically the same thing as a pub. Of course, they have normal bars too, but usually drinks and girls come as a set. I mean, I suppose it’s a logical way to get your kicks.

This world is in the middle of fucking nowhere, and there’s a rampaging demon lord, monsters, and whatnot. The city we work in is right on the front line of this war against the demon lord’s army, so there are lots of soldiers and stray fighters, as well as business owners targeting said soldiers and fighters. We’re never hard up for customers.

“I’m tellin’ ya, there’s no monster my two-handed axe can’t cut. You can ask anyone—they all know it’s true.”

“Reallyyy? Wowww! And your muscles are so biiig! Can I touch them?”

Even that kind of pointless table chatter earns me some change. And actually, I have my fair share of regulars. Sometimes they take me out for something good to eat. I’m even financially stable enough now that I can buy new underwear with my tips.

This month I’m number seven in the sales ranking. Pretty good for a newbie considering there are eighteen girls, right? Well, one is a housewife who only comes in twice a week, and some have day jobs, but still, not too shabby.

“Oh, time’s almost up! What should we do? Wanna keep going upstairs?”

“Already that time, huh? You’re an interesting kid, but too young for my cock. Later. Gah-ha-ha!”

Lately, though, it’s been bugging me that I can’t seem to break through the number five wall. The month I went on sale I did gangbusters, but after reaching five, I’ve been floating around six or seven forever, even on good days.

I’m still new, and I have room to grow, but I was pretty popular in school and have some confidence in my looks. I secretly thought I’d be the one to surpass the five goddesses, so I’m a bit disappointed in myself.

That’s what I was thinking with a frown on my face, wiping down tables, when someone called me by my last name, “Koyama.”

In this world, commoners don’t have surnames, unless you count mentioning where you’re from, so there’s only one person who knows my last name: Seiji Chiba. He was in the same class as me until we got transported to this world together.

“Chiba, I told you. I’m ‘Haru’ at the shop. Say it right!”

“Uh, oh yeah. H-Haru...right. If that’s what you want me to call you, I’ll try.”

“So what’ll it be? Is the bar fine?”

“Uh, sure. My usual seat.”

“Where’s that again?”

“I-In the corner.”

“Okay. Party of one!”

Chiba was his usual nervous self with a weird smile on his face.

This city was full of adventurers—people who exterminated monsters and went exploring for a living—and Chiba was one of them. His face gradually looked more manly every time I saw him, but the fact that he was a weirdo and you could never tell what he was thinking didn’t change. I’ve never liked weirdos.

According to someone who went to the same junior high as him, there was a period of time when he was famous for his preteen delusions—I guess he was a real loser. Lately, since we got here, he’s dyed his hair red and styles it rock hard, but it really doesn’t look good on him, or more like, I can only see the bizarrely flipped-up bangs as a Carp cap—ugh. He wears a red breastplate and shoulder armor, but they just make him look like an anatomy model.

Maybe he looks cool according to otaku standards? But I don’t really get it. Or more like, I don’t think he realizes he’s still got a face full of pimples.

Until we came to this world, I never gave this guy the time of day. To be blunt, he was basically part of the classroom’s furniture.

While prepping for the school festival, we were in the same shopping group, and he was the one who noticed the runaway truck first. If he would have just warned me, maybe I could have dodged it, but instead he ran the hell over and tackled me. As a result we both died and got sent to this other world.

I might have gotten run over no matter who noticed first, so I never bring it up.

“H-Haru, did you get a haircut?”

“Ahh, yeah. It was getting in the way, so I cut it off. Looks weird, right?”

I’m pretty sure I explained that I wanted it about chin-length and shaggy, but apparently that didn’t get through to the stylist, so I ended up with something like an old-school bob. Well, as long as it’s short.

I dunno if it’s because people ride horses here or what, but there are lots of dumbasses who grab girls’ hair and pull it like reins when they’re doing it from behind. Isn’t that stupid barbaric?

Anyhow, that’s why I chopped off my long hair even though I liked it.

Chiba looked at my head, then my face, and all the way down to my feet...