Heroine Hunter

I took a sip of tea and set the newspaper down. 

Eve approached and placed the two contraception magic kits on the counter—my desk. 

I patted my knees.

“Eve, sit here.”

“…”

“Come on.”

Even though Eve might curse me inwardly as a perverted boss, she always acted polite and obedient. 

With nowhere else to go, she couldn’t afford to be on bad terms with me and risk losing her job. 

She quietly sat on my lap, legs together.

“Why boss?”

Without a word, I untied the chest strap around her neck. Her glossy, SSS-grade breasts, round and bouncy, were revealed.

“Uh?”

Confused, Eve tried to shift away, but I began to fondle her soft breasts with both hands.

“Why are you suddenly…?”

Though she was flustered and subtly tried to wriggle free, she wasn’t strong enough to overpower me.

[How is he this strong? Damn…]

I pulled her closer into my embrace.

“Why? Can’t I touch them? They’re so firm and nice to feel. Especially when I do this to your nipples.”

I pinched her erect nipples between my thumb and forefinger, twisting gently. 

Eve instinctively tilted her head back, her expression tightening.

“Ugh…”

“Feels good, right?”

Eve suddenly grabbed my hand firmly and spoke with determination.

“Boss, this isn’t right. Even if my breasts grew thanks to the pill you gave me, they’re still not your toys. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use them for personal reasons.”

[Good job, Eve! You had to say something even if you’re worried.]

I nodded as if I understood.

“So does that mean it’s okay if I touch them during product reviews?”

Eve hesitated for a moment, then scratched her cheek and answered.

“Well, I guess… If it’s for work, then sure. I suppose it’s okay.”

“Got it.”

I immediately resumed groping her breasts with both hands.

“… Boss? Didn’t we just talk about this? If that was a joke, it was really funny, hahaha.”

She struggled to maintain her composure, but I continued as if nothing were wrong.

“I’m reviewing it right now, so touching is part of it.”

I said with a straight face.

Eve, who had been trying to remove my hands from her chest, paused.

“… What?”

“The pills.”

“…”

“Your breasts grew thanks to the pills I gave you. I’m reviewing them, and I plan to send this review to the publisher today. That’s okay, right?”

Eve seemed at a loss for words.

“Yeah. I guess.”

[Damn it! You say it like that and I can’t argue.]

I took one of her breasts and began sucking on her pink nipple, making a loud, exaggerated slurping noise.

“Ugh.”

There was nothing she could do but watch her perverted boss suck on her nipple.

[Why is he so good at this? Ugh, I’m getting turned on. How embarrassing.]

Her nipple hardened inside my mouth, but I didn’t stop and flicked my tongue over it quickly.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

“Ah… Boss.”

Eve let out a soft moan.

“Hm?”

Blushing, she glanced toward the shop’s entrance.

“What if a customer comes in…”

“Don’t worry, we barely get customers in the morning.”

I teased her other nipple with my fingers and circled it playfully.

[Does he want to show off my chest to a customer or something? No way, I should at least close the shop door.]

Eve quickly blurted out,

“Then boss, since we don’t really get any customers in the morning, how about we only open the store in the afternoons from now on? In the morning, we could review products or organize the stock. It seems way more efficient that way.”

“Hmm. That might work.”

She made a good point. 

There was no need to keep the shop open when no customers were coming in anyway.

“I’ll go close the shop door.”

Eve quickly slipped out of my arms. Her nipples still hard, she hurried toward the entrance to shut the door.

Click.

Shh.

She even pulled down the blinds. 

Morning sunlight filtered weakly through the gaps, casting diagonal lines across the shop. 

The soft rays caught on the small dust particles floating in the air, giving the room an oddly serene atmosphere.

Bounce. Bounce.

Eve’s chest jiggled as she ran back over to me.

I patted my lap.

Pat. Pat.

Eve obediently sat down on my knees again. 

I cupped her breasts in both hands and began massaging them.

“Alright. Shall we get the contraception done?”

“Yes.”

[Yeah. This is better than just having my chest sucked on.]

I examined the two contraception kits on the desk. One had an illustration of a man and woman hugging with a heart between them. Next to the image, it said in large letters, [For Couples].

The other kit showed a woman wearing a harness and a collar. She was being taken from behind by a man. 

The man was tugging tightly on the leash, while the woman’s eyes were half-rolled back, her tongue hanging out. 

Next to that image, it said in bold, [For Slave Use].

“Hmm… Partner or slave… Which one should we go with?”

I seriously alternated between the two magic kits, examining each in turn. 

Eve glanced at me nervously, clearly trying to read my expression.

[This pervert… What’s there to think about? Obviously, it’s the partner one. I’m not your slave, and I’m not your sex partner either. But still, the slave option is totally out!]

I let go of Eve’s chest and continued inspecting the two products.

“They both last for two weeks, but the difference is that the couple one just prevents pregnancy, while the slave one gives you a womb tattoo on your lower belly. So, which do you want to go with?”

Without hesitation, Eve pointed to the couple kit.

“Aha… I think the couple one is probably better. After all, I’m not your slave.”

She was direct—at least she said what she needed to.

“Eve.”

“Yes?”

“I’m well aware that you’re our store employee and not my slave, Eve.”

“Haha, then why were you…?” 

I opened the newspaper.

“Eve, the reason I’m hesitating is something else. Take a look at this.”

I pointed to the newspaper article. 

“Couple Protection Magic Kit: More Like a Pregnancy Magic Kit?”

“While the Slave Kit boasts a 99.9% success rate, the Couple Kit struggles to reach 80%…”

Eve’s eyes widened as she read the article. 

[What the… Is it real? If it’s less than 80%, that’s really risky!]

As she read the article, I mumbled beside her.

“But there’s no better birth control method than these magic kits. You know how it is, right? Finding a condom that fits me isn’t easy, and sometimes we need to review products without one. And pulling out… Well, the inside of you feels so good, I really want to finish inside.”

Eve put the newspaper down.

[Don’t sneak in your real intentions at the end, you pervert.]

“So what do you think? Since it’s your body, I’ll leave the choice to you. If you end up pregnant, I’ll take full responsibility. You don’t need to worry about that.”

I started sucking on Eve’s nipple again. 

Suck. Suck.

She remained still, deep in thought while I continued.

[He’s not completely wrong. Finding a condom that fits him is tough, and they’re expensive. Plus, if we need to do comparison reviews with something like that ‘dildo indistinguishable from a real penis’ over there, we’d have to do it without a condom. And if that happens, there’s a chance he might not be able to hold back and finish inside. Relying on pulling out isn’t the best idea either. Maybe there’s no other choice.]

Eve fiddled with the ‘Slave Protection Magic Kit.’ She flipped it over and examined the back. Her expression suddenly hardened.

“Wait a minute, boss.”

I stopped sucking on her nipple and looked up. “Hmm? What is it?”

“This ‘Slave Protection Magic Kit’… It’s not just about the womb tattoo.”

“There’s more?”

“Yeah. Look at this. It says you have to say one of these phrases before he finishes inside for the magic to work.”

[Warning: For the magic to take effect, the slave must say one of the following phrases during intercourse right before ejaculation:]

[1) Master, please fill my ○○ with your cum.]

[2) Master, I’m your personal cum toilet.]

[3) Master, thank you for filling my ○○ with your precious seed. (And more…)]

I tried to play it off with an awkward, exaggerated tone. 

“What? These trashy incantations? Never seen ’em before! Totally new to me↘!”

Eve shot me a deadpan look.

[This guy. Should I kill him? It’s obvious he already knew.]

She quickly regained her composure and forced a polite smile. “Haha, boss, don’t you think this might be a bit too much?”

“What’s so difficult about it? You just have to say these lines before I finish inside you, right?”

“You want me to say these things?” Eve’s eyes widened.

I shrugged. “It’s not even real, so what’s the big deal?”

“But still…”

“Look, if you were an actual slave, saying these things might be embarrassing. But you’re not, right? We’re both aware you’re just saying it for the sake of birth control. There’s nothing arousing about it.”

[Liar.] 

[I can feel your erection pressing against my butt. You’re totally turned on.]

“Ugh. I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’s only for two weeks. After that, I’m sure the manufacturers will have fixed the partner version, and we can switch back.”

I pinched her nipple between my fingers, squeezing it lightly.

“Ah! B-boss…”

“Come on, answer me.”

She hesitated, biting her lip, but I pinched again, this time a little harder.

“Answer.”

“Okay! Fine, fine, I’ll do it…”

“Good girl. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

She stifled a moan.

“By the way, that Enhancement Pill I gave you for your chest? Turns out it’s really high-end stuff. I finally read the instructions last night. It said the whole area becomes extra sensitive.”

“… Is that so?” 

[That explains it (I had no idea). No wonder it felt so incredibly good…]

“See, just look at this, Eve.” 

I rubbed her between the legs, pressing against the soaked fabric of her uniform.

Eve looked down to check, her face filled with shock.

“W-what…? How…?”

The crotch of her uniform was completely soaked, turning a deep shade.

“Eve, just from me sucking your nipples for a little while, you got this wet.”

“No, no! That’s not it… Boss, it’s not because of—”

“Alright then, let’s get started.”

I opened the box for the slave-type birth control kit.

“Ugh. Seriously. I wanted to use the couple one…” 

Eve shot me a glare that practically screamed resentment, but I chose to ignore it.