Hestia: Money from a Group of Strangers (43pg+video) (Patreon)

Hestia's Familia had barely been getting by for months. Every night she stood behind a wooden stall in Orario, selling fried potato cakes with a big smile and a louder voice. Tonight sales were awful. Then three huge, bald, dark-skinned strangers walked up. They bought some cakes, and one of them dropped a heavy bag of gold on the counter. He didn't say a word. He just nodded at the inn across the street.

She stared at that gold for a long time. Her face went red and she bit her lip. Then she closed the stall. Just this once, she told herself. That was a lie, and part of her knew it.

The alley wall was cold against her back. The first kiss made her forget how to breathe. By the time they got her into the room, her white gloves were the only thing she still had on. She cried a little. She begged them to stop. A few minutes later she was the one begging for more.

In the morning she was back at her stall. She still had their cum on her face, in her hair and on her dress, and she smiled and handed out potato cakes like nothing had happened. In the evening she sat on the old sofa in her ruined church with the bag of gold in her lap. She looked right at you. She was empty. She was happy.

ヘスティアのファミリアは、もう何か月もギリギリの生活でした。毎晩オラリオの通りで木の屋台に立ち、明るい笑顔と大きな声でジャガ丸くんを売っています。でもこの日は、まったく売れませんでした。そこへ、背の高い、スキンヘッドで褐色の肌の大男が三人、ふらっとやって来ます。ジャガ丸くんを買ったあと、一人がカウンターに金貨のぎっしり詰まった重い袋をドンと置きました。何も言いません。向かいの宿に顎を向けただけです。

ヘスティアは、その金貨をじっと見つめました。顔が赤くなって、唇を噛みます。そして屋台を閉めました。今回だけ。そう自分に言い聞かせます。でもそれが嘘だということは、自分でもなんとなく分かっていました。

路地の壁は冷たくて、背中がひやりとしました。最初のキスで、息の仕方を忘れてしまいます。宿の部屋に入るころには、身につけているのは白い手袋だけでした。少し泣いて、やめてと頼みました。でも数分後には、もっとしてと頼んでいたのは彼女のほうでした。

朝になると、ヘスティアはまた屋台に立っていました。顔にも髪にもドレスにも、男たちの精液をつけたまま、何事もなかったように笑ってジャガ丸くんを渡します。夜は、廃墟になった教会の古いソファに座り、膝の上に金貨の袋をのせて、こちらをまっすぐ見つめます。空っぽの目で、幸せそうに。