"Welcome."
"Emma, you're getting the hang of it. Good job."
"Thanks to you, Manager! Oh, I'll put this back."
The manager laughed, "You work hard."
("Having someone you like at work really boosts your motivation!")
Emma works at a bar.
She can't make cocktails, but she was introduced to this place by a colleague from a previous part-time job at a small restaurant.
The manager has a scruffy beard.
He would probably look like an idol if he shaved and had smooth hair, but with the beard, he looks a bit rough.
Emma was immediately attracted to the manager's appearance and accepted the job offer.
Although her motives were impure, she grew to love the place as well.
It's been a year since she started working.
When she confessed to the manager six months in and they became a couple, she was overjoyed.
Today, she is busy cooking in the back and cleaning up the counter.
The manager, while saying "Don't overdo it," placed a hand on her head.
Even with just a slight touch, Emma felt her face flush red.
"Master, it's great that Emma joined us. She works hard and is very considerate."
"Haha, it's rare to find someone so honest and hardworking these days... We were really in a bind after the last part-timer quit. We could use one more part-timer, though."
Currently, besides the manager, there are only two employees: Emma and a part-time boy who works as the manager's apprentice (he fell in love with the manager's cocktails).
"Emma, can you take the order for the BOX seat?"
Emma heads to the BOX seat as the manager is busy making cocktails.
She thought it was no big deal, but when she saw the customers, she understood.
("These customers... they look a bit rough... The manager is busy, so it's fine, but he still worried about me.")
She braced herself and took the order...
"Hey, you're cute. When do you get off work? Let's hang out."
"Yeah, give us your contact info."
They seemed drunk, and their eyes were wandering.
"I'm just an employee, not a hostess, so I can't give you my contact info."
"Come on, don't be like that."
"Sorry, I'll bring your appetizers, so please wait a moment."
She quickly took the order and returned to the counter.
The manager thanked her with a smile.
As she hurried to prepare the appetizers and deliver them to the BOX seat...
"Emma, I'll take it from here."
The part-time boy volunteered to take it.
Even though he was also serving customers at the counter earlier, Emma was happy to see that he and the manager were looking out for her.
This place only has good men.
Two bartenders who are not only good-looking but also considerate.
Even before the part-time boy joined, there were many female customers, but his presence increased that number.
Because there are many female customers, male customers naturally increased as well.
It's a very positive effect for the bar.
("...I'm honestly a bit jealous that the manager is so popular.")
"Emma, you're such a good and cute girl, it's no wonder you're popular. But more customers are targeting you instead of the female customers, so the manager must be having a hard time."
"...It's good for the bar."
"Yes, yes, for the bar. But as a man, it's written all over your face."
"Manager, it's showing on your face. Honestly, it's a bit disappointing, but you don't bring personal feelings into work, and Emma is working hard too. Well, good luck."
While Emma was working hard in the back, the part-time boy and a regular customer were teasing the manager, but Emma had no idea.
After closing, Emma and the others finished cleaning up.
"...I'm so tired. It's so late... I'm heading home."
"Alright, good job!"
"Good job, thanks for today. I was going to make you a drink, but you're leaving?"
"Yes. I don't want to intrude."
"Huh?"
"What?"
The part-time boy left.
"Emma, good job today, thanks. Here."
He motioned for her to sit at the counter.
"Thank you, Manager. I'll enjoy this! ...Oh, this."
"I made it for him first, but since he left, I changed the flavor for you."
Emma likes fruit-flavored cocktails.
Especially peach, so the manager made her a peach juice cocktail.
"Today's is delicious too...♡"
She wondered what kind of dish would go well with it...
The manager, understanding what she was thinking, laughed.
"That's so like you, Emma."
"You're laughing too much, Manager."
"Actually, you can call me Ken now."
"But, in the bar..."
"I said it's fine, so it's fine."
The manager, a bit sulky, pulled Emma onto his lap and kissed her.
"Mmm... Ken, wait..."
"Call me Ken."
He spoke while their lips were touching.
("His voice is too close, my heart...!")
"Mmm... Ken..."
"Ken."
"Ken..."
His lips moved down.
From her lips to her nose, eyes, ears, and neck...
"Ken!"
Finally, he pulled back a bit and looked at Emma's face.
("He's smirking... Even though it's a mischievous smile, his wild good looks make it just handsome...")
"Hmm?"
Ken tilted his head and started kissing her again.
His hand moved from her back to her arm.
When he let go of her arm, he started unbuttoning her collar.
"No, Ken..."
"Just a little marking."
"Marking!? Ah..."
Ken kissed between her collarbones.
His lips slid along her collarbone.
His lips, tongue, and beard tickled...!
It was an indescribable sensation that made her back arch.
His lips returned to the spot between her collarbones and sucked hard.
"Mmm, Ken..."
The thin skin there hurt a bit from the strong suction.
Unconsciously, Emma gripped Ken's shirt.
Ken, satisfied with the mark he left, smiled at her collarbone and flushed cheeks.
"This is in the way."
Ken quickly removed Emma's apron and started unbuttoning her shirt.
"Wait, Ken!"
"Sorry, I can't stop... Is it okay?"
He lifted her and placed her on the BOX seat sofa.
While Emma was surprised, Ken loosened his own collar and looked down at her.
("His neck and arms are radiating pheromones...")
Ken, exuding a seductive aura.
("I should stop him, but my heart is racing too much...")
In no time, her shirt was open, and her skirt was lifted.
"Mmm."
He embraced her and kissed her deeply.
The bitterness of the gin he had been drinking mixed with the peach in her mouth.
"...Sweet."
Ken usually kissed slowly and teasingly.
He had never kissed her with his tongue right away.
Emma wondered if he was in a hurry...
"...Huh?"
She pushed him away and sat up.
"Ken, sit here..."
"...Okay."
"Close your eyes..."
Ken, puzzled, closed his eyes as she asked.
In the darkness, he smelled fruit and flowers.
It was the scent of Emma's fabric softener.
Ken realized she was hugging him.
She kissed his forehead, then there was a clicking sound.
Recognizing the sound, Ken opened his eyes and looked down.
"What?"
Emma noticed he wasn't closing his eyes.
She was opening his belt and zipper, trying to pull out his penis.
Emma blushed but continued, looking at Ken.
"Wait, Emma, it's dirty, it's fine!"
"Ken, it's not dirty."
Blushing, Emma gently held his penis and brought her face closer.
But...
"Stop!! At least... let me clean it..."
Ken, blushing, looked around for something to clean with.
Emma had an idea.
She went to the counter and returned with something.
"It might feel a bit cold."
Emma sprayed something on a few tissues.
Ken, puzzled, saw the spray bottle and panicked.
"!? Wait, no!!"
Before he could react, Emma started cleaning his penis.
It felt cold for a moment, then warm.
...It was ethanol.
She used it to disinfect the tables.
She cleaned his scrotum, inner thighs, and pubic area first, then the shaft and tip.
She tried to be gentle, knowing the ethanol might be too strong.
"Is this okay now, Ken?"
Emma, blushing, looked at him with a determined gaze.
Ken, captivated by her expression, forgot to stop her next move.
---Kiss
He shuddered.
Just one kiss on the tip made his hips tremble.
Ken, usually dominant, was mesmerized by Emma and confused by his racing heart.
"I'm not supposed to be submissive..."
Emma, sensing his reaction, continued to caress him.
She focused on her fingers, being careful not to hurt him with her nails, gently stroking the tip.
She kissed his inner thighs and scrotum, occasionally using her tongue.
She slowly moved towards the tip.
Blushing, Emma tried her best to please him.
When her red lips touched the tip, Ken's hips twitched with joy.
She used her tongue to trace the underside from base to tip.
Her lips occasionally brushed his skin.
Ken reacted strongly to a particular spot.
It was the ridge between the shaft and the tip.
Emma noticed and confirmed it by sliding her tongue slowly.
Ken twitched every time she touched the ridge.
Emma, feeling her own excitement rise, noticed her arousal.
She took the tip into her mouth, focusing on the ridge.
"Emma, where did you learn that..."
"I saw your reaction and thought it might feel good."
Emma, with teary eyes, looked up at him.
Her excitement was contagious, making Ken even happier.
At the same time...
"Ken!?"
He pulled her onto the sofa.
Ken's face showed no more restraint.
"Don't make me lose control."
"...Was it not good?"
Emma looked worried, but Ken couldn't even smile.
"No, it felt too good."
Emma blushed and smiled shyly.
"I'm glad. You looked so tense, I wanted to show you my love."
Ken was surprised she noticed his tension.
He wanted to be gentle, but her words broke his restraint.
"Emma, sorry... I can't hold back, tell me if it hurts."
"...Ah, ah!!"
Without undressing, Ken entered her quickly.
Her unpreparedness made her tighter than usual.
Ken, already at his limit, regretted his haste.
"It doesn't hurt. I feel you closer than ever. Ken, please hold me as you like today..."
Emma, with teary eyes and a smile, hid her pleasure.
"I might break you today, be ready..."
"If it's you, Ken, break me... Ah!"
Ken moved his hips harder before she finished.
Even if it hurt, he wanted to break her.
Ken, acting like a beast, was new to Emma, who felt love and accepted him.
Fin.
