None of them wanted Tetsu to go. Nabo grabbed Tetsu and tossed him over the shoulder. "You don't have a choice. Your father wants to teach you so you can add to his legacy when he passes it down to you." he said firmly. It did not stop him from trying to wiggle away. That did not work out for him. Tetsu was being grabbed up by a powerful warrior. His is grip was like iron. Tetsu's friends were trying to get him back. We beat them up until they ran away. Tetsu could not escape. When we brought him to his father, he started to teach about making sushi. The first lesson from him was how to gut and fillet a fish. We also got some experience from the quest. Since we were high leveled, it was an easy thing for us. So much so, the man gave us some really advanced knowledge. He wanted to hire us all, but he did not have the money. I told him that we would take shifts. Nabo would be at the restaurant on Monday. I was going to take the Tuesdays. Wyne was fine with Wednesday. Thursday would be for our Steele. Dennis rounded us off Friday. We would take the weekend off. It was fine.
Having this part time job was fine. We would need something else to supplement our income though. That was solved for us soon enough. Tetsu's poser friends actually had gang members in their families. There were times that they would press us to get revenge. Nabo was level 22. The rest of us were level 14. These level 8 grunts did not stand a chance. We did not even need to draw our tridents on them. We could mop the floor with them with just our fists. I would always loot them for money. Since we had nothing to be scared off, they were beaten in public. They were a gang that wore orange. I heard them called Tiger Army. The rival gang wore indigo. When they approached us, I was open to being recruited. Their gang was called Blue Legion. They wanted us to be guards for some of their shadier establishments. They had a big drug den and a small brothel. My squad mates did not know what either was. I needed to explain what they were. "Humans must be pretty pathetic if the males have to pay for mating." Wyne remarked. "Only pathetic males." I added. They were anti-drugs.
In their tribes, only the shamans and healers could make medicines and potions. These were holy and essential parts of tribal life. Humans making pale imitations for the pursuit of hedonistic pleasure was disgusting to them. It was why we all agreed to be the guards for the brothel. This was a small establishment. A massage parlor was the front for the store. The merfolk did not know about massages either. I had to explain it to them. Due to this, I let my tribes men get a massage. Because we were guards, the first one was free. All of us were strong. The merfolk were trained in underwater combat which made them have highly developed upper body strength. The muscle groups on their arms, chest and back were very developed. Both Steele and Dennis specialized in combat skills because they wanted to be warriors. Nabo's tribe did not have the curse, so there was no reason to do anything other than train. From the hips down, they were smooth and delicate. They never had legs before. I had already told them the benefits: increased blood flow and reduced tension in the muscles.
What I could not have predicted was that all 4 of them would be hypersensitive when it came to their legs and feet. They were twitching, moaning messes. Nabo, as a big and powerful veteran warrior, had developed the mental conditioning to stifle it when it started happening. He did not want to look weak and foolish in front of the human females. Wyn, Steele and Dennis did not stand a chance. Not only were they squirming around and moaning like girls, they were also rock hard from the sensations. The girls got a bit of a kick from it. Wyne in particular looked like he was going to blow his load right there on the table. They asked if we wanted a happy ending. I declined. "It is almost time to go to work." I said. My squad mates asked me what that meant. I told them. They looked very offended. "I do not care how skilled they are at pleasuring males. I'm not a captive. No human is going to drain my milt out of me like one." Dennis said with a deep frown. "And human males pay to be treated like this!? That is ridiculous!" Steele chimed in. But they all got to see the types of male customers we got.
