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Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/38404117.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M, Multi Fandom: 原神 Genshin Impact (Video Game) Relationship: Shenhe (Genshin Impact)/Original Male Character(s) Character: Shenhe (Genshin Impact), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: commission, Threesome - F/M/M, Dubious Consent, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Spitroasting, Double Penetration, Double Vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Bukkake, Facials, Public Sex, Rape Series: Part 80 of Commissions 2? Stats: Published: 2022-04-16 Words: 6088 alternate payment

by Madfalldyn

Summary

Shenhe often samples all a restaurant has to offer, just to experience all the flavors she can, but upon finishing her meal the woman realizes she has forgotten her wallet. The new restaurant has strange ideas for how she can pay for her meal, and Shenhe comes to regret agreeing to them.

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This is far from the first time Shenhe has done this. Cloud Retainer wanted her to experience things for herself in the mortal world, after the time she spent residing with the Adepti. This is, as far as she is concerned, the best way to accomplish this. It might seem wasteful, ordering so much only to sample a bite from most of the dishes, but Shenhe doesn't view it that way. Not in the least, in fact, she is merely wanting to experience as much as she can when she ventures into the city. A new restaurant like this is the perfect chance for such an experience, and as dish after dish is brought out, she indulges herself again and again.

Shenhe's strength and skill make it fairly easy for the woman to afford this rather extravagant indulgence, and she always has enough money to afford the bill when it comes. Mora comes easily to her, when she puts her mind to it. It's not hard to make it, not when you have the skill-set of a proficient exorcist, and the knowledge and talents of an Adeptus. Shenhe toes the line between mortal and Adeptus, despite being fully human, and that is part of why it is so difficult for the woman to integrate into normal living.

Even now, even as she's grown somewhat used to life in the city, simpler things sometimes slip her mind. It isn't until she's nearly through with her sampling that she realizes she's left her wallet behind. The Mora that could easily pay for this meal is simply not on her person, but even that thought is not enough to trouble her. She continues, seeing as things are already far enough along that worrying about them now won't really do much to change matters in the slightest. Once done, and once the server comes by with her bill, she admits to the mistake.

"I seem to have forgotten my wallet," Shenhe admits, her face as calm as could be. The waiter cocks his head to one side, waiting for her to continue. "If you don't mind, I can return with payment in a matter of moments."

"A matter of moments, is it? Do you take me for a fool?" the man asks, and Shenhe shakes her head.

"Not at all. I can move far faster than most, and I really will return with the payment as soon as I can," she explains, and the man crosses his arms.

"That won't do at all. I have no guarantee that you would return at all, payment or no, and you've worked up quite the bill with… whatever this is," the man gestures to the table before him, and the massive amount of food piled up. Shenhe worked her way through the entire menu, but now that she's done, she deeply regrets it.

"Hey, what's going on?" the chef and owner asks, stepping out of the kitchen.

"This woman can't settle her bill, after all the hard work you poured into accommodating her," the waiter explains, and the chef frowns.

"Is that so? What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" the chef asks, and Shenhe explains once again.

"I simply forgot my wallet, and as I've said, I can come back with the payment," but the chef merely shakes his head, looking dejected.

"You know, pulling this sort of stunt with a newer restaurant is rather shameful," he says, before glaring at her. "We're only just getting started, and you want to deny us our dues? How are we supposed to keep afloat, after this meal you've ordered? Do you have any idea how much this cost me in ingredients?"

"Should I go for the Milelith?" the waiter asks, and the chef shakes his head.

At the mention of Liyue's law, Shenhe begins to worry. Obviously, the most efficient way for her to fix this would be to push past the two men, to go for her wallet and return with payment… but that's not always the best option. She's learned that since spending more time with humanity, and with plenty of lessons from some of the Adepti who have more experience with coexistence. Yanfei, especially, told her to keep an eye out for breaking laws, that no matter how otherworldly she might be, the Milelith would still find a way to bring her to justice.

"I do admit, the mistake is entirely mine. But if the two of you won't allow me to go for my wallet, how am I to fix this?" Shenhe asks, and the chef looks to his waiter.

"Now, I do have an idea for that… it's quite simple, in fact. This whole situation has stressed the two of us out, and I'm sure you're feeling quite stressed as well, are you not?" the waiter asks, and Shenhe nods.

"Not particularly, but you may continue," she answers, and the man grins.

"Well, you could always use that body of yours. I think if you made me and my boss here feel better, then we could call all of this even," he suggests, and Shenhe feels an unfamiliar feeling gripping her heart. She's heard tell of how lecherous people can be, but she has no real experience with this sort of thing.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean by that?" she asks, and the chef cuts in.

"Oh, please, it wouldn't be anything too major. You just use your body, make us feel good, and once we've worked out frustration equal to the value of your meal, we can call this even," he says, and Shenhe feels her doubts growing.

They haven't really left her any other options here, but this isn't something she wants to agree to. Of course, with the red ropes that bind her spirit in place, the full emotional depth of their request doesn't really carry through to her core. They want her to use her body to pleasure them, and in return, she won't have to pay for her meal? It's a decent enough exchange, as undesirable as it might be.

Does she really have any other options, either? They won't allow her to go for her wallet, not trusting her enough for that. But if she forces past them, they might call the law upon her. This is her mistake, and whatever they want, she should go along with. With a sigh, Shenhe stands. Her body now on full display, the waiter can't ogling her. From top to bottom, Shenhe has an incredible figure. The woman is so otherworldly, with her blinding white hair, but her body is top notch.

"Fine. I suppose you've left me with no choice," Shenhe says, and the patrons who have been listening in to this exchange watch in a mixture of confusion and interest.

"Glad you're being so agreeable," the man says, and Shenhe nods towards the kitchens.

"Do we need to go back there?" she asks. "Or is there perhaps an office?"

"What? Why would we go anywhere else?" the chef asks, as the waiter presses in behind Shenhe. He reaches down, groping at her ass, before pushing her clothing aside. Her tight pants show off her perfect ass, and the man's fingers sink into her flesh as he grabs her. Suddenly, the reality of this situation is settling in for her.

"What? But… there are people," Shenhe says, confused, and the chef gestures around.

"Do any of you mind a little show while you eat?" he asks, and the patrons all mumble agreement. From many in the restaurant, Shenhe can sense a hunger for more than just the food on the table before them. How can this many people agree to something like this? She didn't intend for things to play out like this, not at all, but it seems they've already pushed past her control.

It would be easy for her to overwhelm the two men, to leave and try and forget all of this, but would Shenhe be able to show her face in Liyue again after that? Surely the Milelith would come for her, and exact their justice on her… Yanfei's warning was clear enough. This was a foolish mistake, but she has to pay the price one way or another. She doesn't really stop to consider that these actions are every bit as illegal, and things are moving far too quickly for that to come to her.

In the end, she does need to settle her debts.

"On your knees," the chef says, and Shenhe does as she is ordered. "Now, free my cock."

Shenhe doesn't know what she's doing, this is all so alien to her. She's never touched another person, not in this regard, and only recently had she begun to wonder if it was something she'd ever do. She thought it would be different from this, with someone who has a particularly powerful bond with her, with someone who understands her and doesn't fear her… not like this. But she can't help things now.

She can only hope that paying for her meal won't take too much of her time. She reaches up, slowly working the man's pants open, unbuttoning them and reaching in to find his cock. He's hard, but her touch makes him stiffen further. He grins down at her as she pulls his dick from his clothing, into the open air of the restaurant. Her eyes widen, as she takes in his size.

It's her first time seeing a man's cock, and it's something to behold. She didn't think it would be this big, and her shock seems to amuse the man.

"You're not going to get anywhere by staring at it," he says, jarring Shenhe back to the situation at hand.

"I'm… My apologies, but I don't exactly know what I'm doing," she admits, and the waiter scoffs.

"You're a virgin? Is that what you're saying?" he asks, and Shenhe nods.

"Wow, what luck is this?" the chef says, rubbing his hands together. "I knew you were stunning, but who could have guessed we'd be breaking you in for the first time?"

He reaches down, bending to grab at her wrist. Pulling her hand up, he presses her hand to his cock, and Shenhe instinctively wraps her hand around him.

"Now, pump," he orders. Shenhe begins to work her hand up and down his length, marveling at just how… warm his flesh is beneath her fingers. She can feel something stirring within her, the shame of her actions mingling with just how alien all of this is to her. She's revolted, but beneath that, she's… interested. Shenhe doesn't know what to make of all these feelings, but the men don't seem to mind her confusion at all. She tightens her grip a bit, and the man groans, losing himself in her touch.

"Don't leave me out," the other man says, freeing his cock on his own. Shenhe reaches up for him with her free hand, knowing exactly what she needs to do. She begins pumping them each in time, letting her hand slide along their lengths. The chef is a bit larger than the waiter, but that doesn't really seem to matter for this. Shenhe simply does as they wish, finding her shame soon giving way to something closer to… boredom. Is this really all the men need from her? If that's the case, perhaps this payment method isn't so bad after all.

She's not exactly gentle, stroking them off with all the intensity the puts to anything she does. Shenhe isn't one to slack off in any regard, and this is no different. She attacks this with the same intensity of her training, and the men seem to love the results.

"Fuck, she's really good," the waiter admits, and Shenhe feels a strange sense of pride bubbling up within her. It doesn't develop much, not with the red ropes still in place, suppressing such feelings with ease.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" the chef asks, smirking down at her. Shenhe meets his gaze, but she doesn't respond.

This is business now, she is paying for a service and she doesn't need to speak to the men who have strong armed her into this. It may be her mistake, but this payment method is not something she is fully comfortable with all the same. There's imply no sense in arguing, and if they won't let her fetch her wallet, this is the only way out of the situation without causing further trouble.

"Why don't you do a little more?" the man asks, and Shenhe narrows her eyes.

"What do you mean?" she asks, and he laughs.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours, of course," the chef suggests, and once again, Shenhe is at a loss.

Use her mouth? How? Is she meant to… take his cock into her mouth? Understanding dawns on her shortly. With her emotions suppressed, she doesn't react as harshly as she might to the suggestion.

"Like this?" she asks, leaning in and pressing her lips to the tip of the man's cock. She begins to part them, taking him in a bit, before bobbing her head further down his length.

"Well, sort of. Get your tongue involved, I hardly feel anything," the man says, shaking his head. "Maybe you really don't have a clue, huh?"

Shenhe rolls her tongue over his cock, trying her best to ignore the taste. He's been working hard for most of the day, and the scent of his sweat is overwhelming this close. Not to mention the way it clings to him, filling her mouth… rolling her tongue over his cock makes things worse, but Shenhe doesn't falter. She has to do this, has to make this right and get this over with. The more she does, the faster this all should go, right?

With that in mind, she pushes herself. She tries to do as the man says, to make him feel as good as she can. Bobbing her head along his length, stopping as the tip presses against the back of her mouth, and letting her tongue drag over his shaft… occasionally, she pulls back enough to roll her tongue over his tip, noting how the man seems to enjoy that feeling. All the while, she keeps a steady hand, pumping up and down the length of the waiter's cock.

"Can you believe she's really doing this? How deplorable," one of the patrons says, shaking his head.

"Are you complaining? It's a hell of a show," another says, laughing to himself. Somehow, those words only add to Shenhe's growing doubts. Why is she doing this? Is this not the right choice? It's so hard to understand how people operate here, but this is making her feel as if this is not at all a normal form of payment.

"Quiet down, it's my restaurant, and I'll do things how I want," the chef says, as he reaches down. His hand is hot and heavy on Shenhe's head, and he bunches up her beautiful hair, grabbing hold of her. "Get in there, would you?"

He pushes her down, forcing his cock down her throat. Shenhe sputters, her grip faltering on the waiter's cock as her eyes widen in shock. Is he really forcing her to go further? She didn't agree to that, but for all her strength, she knows she's in no place to fight back right now. All she can do is take this, to let them use her as they want until she's paid off her debt to them. Shenhe gags, and the man finally lets up.

"Go deeper, and don't forget about my waiter, would you? So far, you're really making a mess of paying us back," he says, and Shenhe feels her heart sink. This isn't going to be over any time soon, is it? She doesn't know what else she can do, so she does her best to please the demanding man standing before her. She pushes herself further, taking his cock down her throat, fighting the urge to gag each and every time. The sounds of her taking his cock deeper and deeper fills the restaurant, and the waiter takes hold of her hand.

He holds her over his cock, beginning to pump his hips into her hand. He's fucking her hand as she sucks off his boss, and Shenhe can't do a thing to stop any of this. What few feelings bubble up from within aren't something she can parse. There's regret, blaming herself for forgetting her wallet, there's anger at being used like this, and there's shame at the audience she has as her otherworldly innocence is ripped from her like this. She doesn't know how to process this, how to handle it, and so she just keeps going through the motions.

Soon enough, even her best efforts aren't enough for the chef. He begins to move, grabbing hold of her head with both hands. He is soon pumping away, humping his hips against her face, ramming his cock down her throat with such intensity that she can't breathe around him. Her free hand darts to his pants, trying to push him off in a panic, but she's too dazed, too confused. She puts up a weak attempt, and the man laughs. He keeps fucking her face as if she were doing nothing, and Shenhe whimpers and groans on him.

"Thought you could just dine and dash, did you? Thought you'd just take advantage of me? Take it, you witch, take my cock for being such a fool," the man says, and his words strike at her core. It's not the first time someone has called her such, but she doesn't like it all the same. The man picks up his pace, ramming into her as he continues raining down insults upon her. They mingle with compliments, calling her beautiful even as he defiles her, and in the end, it all pushes him over the edge. He pulls back, letting his seed land upon her tongue so that she can sample that as well.

He pulls out after the first rope of come fills her mouth, letting the rest of his climax spray upon her beautiful pace. Shenhe is left panting, shutting her eyes as she frantically tries to catch her breath. The man's seed covers her, rope after rope of it decorating her face. By the time he's done, and pulling away, the waiter has his grip on her head. Some of the chef's come is tangled up in her, but that doesn't stop the waiter from pulling her in closer.

Shenhe's mouth is still open as she tries to catch her breath, but it is soon filled with the other man's cock. She can't even recover before he's following in his boss' lead, taking her throat for himself. He begins fucking her face as well, leaving Shenhe stunned, dazed. She can't even recover from the first before she's being used again, and she is cast adrift. Her mind wanders, as she begins to feel the effects of her lack of oxygen. Even her impressive abilities have their limits, and her vision begins to blur. Luckily for her, the waiter is already close to the edge.

His efforts don't go on for nearly as long as his employer's, not when he couldn't keep from fucking her hand. He soon sprays his seed on her face as well, groaning as he comes. She feels herself falling back, ass resting on her feet, as she begins to waver. Is she done? Has she finally made up for her simple mistake? At the very least, the two men have reached their climaxes. She can breathe easy now, and hope to return back to her accommodations so that she can cleaned up.

"Ah, there we go, that's at least a good chunk of the bill, wouldn't you say?" the chef asks, and the waiter nods.

"Yeah, given how good she is, I'd say… that takes out about a third," he answers, and Shenhe glances up at the men, concern coloring her features.

"What?" she asks, and the men laugh.

"Did you think a couple of hand jobs and blow jobs would be enough for all that food? You ordered so much… that's not going to cut it," the waiter informs her, and Shenhe can't believe it. She's already gone through so much, already suffered so much… how can she keep this up?

"Stand up," the chef says, and Shenhe does as she's told. Despite her apprehensions, despite the understanding that this is going to go on further than she ever could have guessed, she can at least manage that much. She looks a bit different than she did before, less confident, and somehow that only adds to how attractive she is to the two men. "Why don't you get out of those clothes? You've got such a lovely body, and seeing it all covered up is a shame."

"If you put on enough of a show, we might even knock some Mora off your bill, huh?" the waiter chimes in, and Shenhe shoots him a glance. It's not as if she doesn't want to do that, she would love to get this over with as quickly as possible… but she really doesn't like the direction this is headed. Not only that, she's not exactly sure what 'putting on a show' would entail. Regardless, she begins undressing. It's complicated, trying to get her clothing out of the way without disturbing the red ropes that bind her, but the men soon take notice.

"Hey, what's with the ropes? Take those off, too," the chef says, motioning towards her.

"I would recommend against such an order," Shenhe says, shaking her head. "They need to stay in place."

"I wasn't asking, lady," he says, pushing in closer. "If you don't want to strip for us, we can just do it ourselves. Of course, that would add to your total…"

"As you wish," Shenhe says, and she abandons the pretense of leaving her ropes in place. She begins removing them along with her clothes, sliding the fabric off of her body, revealing inch after precious inch of her skin. The men gawk, watching as her breasts are exposed, and then her stomach, her legs, the bodysuit that covers her coming off slowly but surely. It's like a dream come true, such a stunning young woman naked in their establishment, and owing them so much that they can do pretty much anything they like with her.

As for Shenhe, she is confident that she can approach this without the ropes binding her. She's come a long way since her time alone in the mountains with Cloud Retainer and the other Adepti, after all, and it won't be for long.

But as the men ogle her, and the crowd that is now standing in the restaurant, watching this show, begin to get more vocal, Shenhe can tell there's a difference. She didn't know it would effect her this suddenly, that removing the ropes would make her more susceptible to shame, and worry. She feels her face flush as her shapely legs are finally freed, and she can step forward completely naked. Before she has much of a chance to so much as kick her clothes away, the men are upon her once more.

"Archons above, this body," the waiter says, pressing in from behind Shenhe. He reaches up, cupping her heavy breasts, pushing against gravity as he feels them in his hand. He squeezes, fingers pressing into her ample flesh. Shenhe sighs as his touch elicits more of a response than she expected. With a deft touch, he soon rolls his fingers over her nipples, working them to hardness. They stiffen up beneath his efforts, as the chef approaches her from the front. He presses his mouth to hers, kissing Shenhe as he drops his hand down between her legs.

He can feel the heat of her cunt, not even the slightest bit damp, but he plans on fixing that. Between the waiter toying with her breasts, and his finger now tracing along the length of her cunt, pausing only to stroke the pure white patch of hair above her pussy, he knows it's only a matter of time.

"Oh, there we go, that's just what I wanted to see," the waiter says from behind. He presses in, letting his cock bump against her ass. It's not very difficult for him to angle it in between her cheeks, grinding against her ass. Every time he brushes against her asshole, Shenhe sighs. She doesn't enjoy this, not by a long shot, but her body is a different story. She's not sure why none of her training seems to be effective for blocking this out. She is a master of meditation, taught by the adepti themselves, and yet the touch of these men is enough to drag her out of any attempts to distance herself from this reality.

"That's right, you fucking witch. Did you really think you'd just use us like this? Then we'd let you go? You're ours to use now, and you're going to love every second of it," the chef says, breaking their kiss.

"Don't be so sure," Shenhe argues, both to assure herself, and to defy the men who touch her. She might not be able to resist them, she might not be able to fight back, but she is not going to let herself break down completely under their efforts. She can't, she can't even entertain the thought. But without the ropes to bind her spirit, she does feel far more intense emotions bubbling up within her.

"Bend over," the waiter says, as the chef stands back. Shenhe does as she's told, presenting her ass to the man. It's a delectable sight, and he can hardly resist the urge to simply shove into her.

"Further," the chef orders, and Shenhe gets down on all fours. The tall woman is at the perfect height now, and the chef can line his cock up with her mouth. One taste was not enough, he has to use her once more. But this time, the waiter won't be simply waiting his turn. "Now, open wide."

Shenhe reluctantly obeys, but the chef merely stares down at her for moment. He grabs her cheeks, squeezing them and holding her mouth iopen as the waiter lines himself up. He pushes the tip of his cock in against her asshole, just barely penetrating her, and Shenhe gasps out in surprise.

"Not there," she quickly murmurs, but her voice doesn't carry well with the chef's fingers squeezing her cheeks. It's far too late for such a request, anyway. The waiter shoves into her, one thrust pushing several inches of his cock into her ass. Shenhe cries out, as she is overwhelmed by the sudden sensation of fullness. His cock is inside of her body. She can feel it stretching her, forcing her body to make way for it, and it is both painful and… surprisingly, pleasant. "Damn you."

"Ah, quiet now, don't make us add to your bill," the chef says, squeezing her cheeks a bit harder. He pushes the tip of his cock into her mouth, releasing her cheeks as he does. One hand goes to the top of her head, holding her steady while he grabs her chin with the other. The man begins shoving into her, holding her head steady while he fucks Shenhe's face. She's still a sight to behold, covered in drying come, and yet her eyes hold a fierce fire that somehow only adds to the thrill of plowing her like this.

As Shenhe tries to cope with the man's cock plunging into her throat, the waiter behind her pushes in further. Another thrust has him down to his base, and he groans as he fills her tight asshole. He begins to move, steadily fucking the gorgeous woman who made such a simple mistake today. This is far better than any payment would have been, and the way her muffled whimpers fill the room is delicious. He rams into her ass, rapidly picking up his pace.

The waiter takes hold of her hips, clinging to Shenhe as he fucks her as hard as he can. The woman does all she can just to keep up, as both pleasure and pain threaten to overwhelm her. She doesn't understand why all of this had to happen, why such a simple solution would turn into this much torment. She agreed to this, sure, but it's not what she wanted. Not in the least. Regret overwhelms her as her body is violated. As the men use her, one fucking her throat, the other her ass, spitroasting her just as they might a slab of meat, Shenhe can't help but feel her spirit breaking.

She doesn't want this, but she can't stop them. She has no choice but to endure this, and to curse herself for being so careless. She doesn't know what else she can do, how she can possibly get out of this situation now. As the men ram into her, each thrust from one pushes her onto the other's cock. It's a back and forth motion, her body pushing from one to the other, as they do what they can to break her. Shenhe won't give in, not completely, but she can feel herself growing more tired.

There is a part of her that nags away at her, telling her it would be easier to just break down. To just let go, and allow them to do whatever they want with her. If she does, she might even enjoy this. She might find it easier to tolerate this, and perhaps even to accept it. But she does her best not to listen. That is not the voice that allowed her to train alongside the Adepti, or to meet people who accept her for who she is. She is not going to let that voice win, and she is not going to let herself fail.

But even as she thinks that, the chef pounding her throat refuses to let up. He is ramming in so much faster now, and Shenhe can't even manage to time her breathing around his thrusts. She can feel herself growing lightheaded, her vision beginning to swim, but she can't let go. She can't, she won't! She will fight this, and she will come out on the other side of this just fine. Shenhe can't break, she can't let all of her hard work trying to return to the world of humans come to naught.

Between her throat being pounded and the cock ramming into her ass, however, it's a struggle for her to hold on. Just when Shenhe begins to wonder if she can truly handle this, however, the men stop. They speak to each other, and she can hardly even make out the words at first.

"About ready to finish her off?" the waiter asks, and Shenhe wonders what that might entail. The chef nods, she can see him if she glances up, and then he pulls out. She breathes in air greedily, hungrily, taking in all she can get as the man releases her.

The waiter pulls out as well, though he's not going to be in the open air for long. The man reaches down, grabbing Shenhe's hair and pulling her up towards him. She slams against him, her body pressing in agaisnt his, and the man grabs her stomach. He squeezes, feeling her perfectly toned body.

"That's right, we're just about done here," he murmurs in her ear, and Shenhe feels a momentary sense of relief. But that comes to an end as the man shifts his aim, the tip of his cock sliding in against her cunt. By now, despite her best efforts, her body has reacted enough to have her a bit damp.

"No… no, please, no…" Shenhe whines, her voice only just returning to her.

"You don't want us to call the Milelith, do you? Come on, you're almost done… just this one last thing, okay?" the waiter asks, and Shenhe shakes her head.

"It's… it's too much, she stammers, but the man presses in regardless. Shenhe feels her mind go blank as his cock pushes inside of her. She can feel his heat, she can feel his cock driving inside, inch by inch, but this can't be real.

This has already gone so far, and some part of her always knew this would be the ending, but she still can't believe it. She feels tears welling up, even before the chef takes his position before her. The waiter lifts her as he fucks into her, and spreads her legs while the chef supports her weight as well. She can't process what's happening, she can't understand, but then his cock is pressing agaisnt her cunt as well.

"This'll make us all even, okay?" he says, his tone oddly comforting. Shenhe simply shakes her head, her voice not coming to her. The man thrusts in, his cock sliding into her alongside the waiter's. He's bigger, and she never would have imagined taking two cocks at once anyway, but her body stretches, making room for the both of them. Shenhe cries out, her desperate shriek working the audience into a frenzy. The two men push in as deep as they can, and she can feel the tip of the chef's cock, teasing at her womb, pressing in against her.

"Fuck, she's so tight," the waiter groans, as he begins to move. He can't control it, his hips move entirely on their own, ramming into the tight heat of Shenhe's body. She's every bit the perfect fuck, the tight walls of her pussy clamping down on the two cocks within her body. She can't fight the pleasure that overwhelms the pain, washing over every bit of her. She feels as if she's melting, as if their thrusts will shatter her to her core. But the men are just getting started. They begin fucking her harder, faster, pumping into her in time.

She can't tell who is thrusting when, which of them is going deeper, who murmurs what, but it all manages to mingle together in an overwhelming cacophony of pleasure and pain. Shenhe closes her eyes, doing what she can to block it all out. This can't be happening, this must be some bad dream, she must still be asleep. Perhaps she left the ropes off last night, perhaps her mind has carried her into the dark of this nightmare, and yet… she knows every bit of it is real. She can't fight this, she can't do a thing to stop it. She regrets not simply fighting her way out of her, returning with the money and daring the Milelith to do anything about her.

She regrets ever eating at this new restaurant, even regrets coming back to Liyue in the first place. But soon, even those regrets fade away. The pleasure that fills her is overwhelming, and she feels her body approaching something. Something incredible, something she feels as if she wants to reach. Before she knows it, she is there, her back arching between the two men who hold her. She screams out for them, screaming out her pleasure, her pain, her regret, her worry, climaxing in the midst of this payment.

The men ask if they can come inside, but they go unanswered. Of course, that doesn't mean that they can't, right? Picking up the pace, fucking her harder, faster, feeling each other's cocks sliding in and out of her even as they fuck Shenhe, it doesn't take long for the men to come. The chef and waiter soon join her in climax, each pumping in as deep as they can, letting their seed erupt into Shenhe as they come. The sudden influx of heat is enough to make her cry out anew, her eyes drifting out of focus. She knows what that means, but she can't think about it. Not now.

Slowly, the men drop her, and Shenhe falls to the floor of the restaurant.

"Well, I suppose we can call that settled, hm?" the chef asks, picking up the bill and ripping it in half. He drops the paper on Shenhe, who rests on the floor in a daze. The come they've filled her with oozes back out of her, and she is going to need a moment or two to come back to her senses.

Afterword

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