“Come on, Alex. Move those hips!”

  Elane’s cobalt blue eyes bore into me, a fiery challenge that made my blood pulse with excitement.

  “Come on! I can’t even feel that!”

  Her long, golden hair was tied back into a pony tail that bounced and bobbed just as much as her massive breasts did with each thrust, each jab and every swing. The simple black sports bra she wore nearly, and repeatedly, failed to contain her as she moved. A failure on my part for not making the fabric tight enough.

  Our bodies collided again, rupturing the air between us with more heat and passion than the overbearing sun above us could ever hope to emulate.

  “Harder! Are you even trying?!”

  We collided again, my muscles straining from the effort. We’d been going at it all morning and she showed no signs of slowing down. I, however, was starting to feel like I was going to need a stamina potion soon.

  How’d she get so good at this so quickly? It’s almost infuriating.

  “Come on! Harder! Don’t hold back and pound me!”

  “I’m… trying,” I gasped, wiping the sweat from my brow.

  For all she complained, I had her sweating buckets. Sunlight played across every inch of her body, showcasing the danger of her ample curves as they were suddenly impossible not to notice. Breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath, she crooked a slender index finger under her bra’s collar and tugged it hard, showing off even more of her cleavage in an attempt to cool herself.

  It was a daring provocation, considering how we were still in the throes of thrusting our bodies against one another, but the moment she unhooked her finger, I realized my mistake. Not only did the fabric of the bra not pull back into its original shape – shoddy craftsmanship – but she came at me again the moment she caught me looking.

  Tired as she was, she never took her eyes off me. No, she grinned. She knew she had the upper hand. She knew I was reaching my limit.

  Face hot, I countered her and held nothing back as I pushed my hips in and…

  “No… Like this,” she said, clicking her tongue. “Do it like this.”

  Her sweaty hands slid along the hardened shaft she held and guided me into a new motion, coming at me once more. I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the sweetness of her breath as it clouded my mind, but I failed. As did her bra. Her left nipple slipped out to say hello as I pushed back, thrusting how she directed.

  “Geez, Husband,” she taunted, her voice a siren’s whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “Are you even paying attention? I said like this!”

  I grunted. She grunted. The air between us was nothing but grunts and repeated collisions of failed passion.

  Drenched in sweat, our bodies collided again and again without end until one powerful push from Elane knocked my sword away from her. The disappointment was clear on the face of this bombshell of a woman, but I was seriously giving her my all.

  Her words stung, but I responded with a smoldering intensity, only for my sword to be knocked away from her before reaching its target yet again. She was giving me any number of chances to please her, but I couldn’t keep up.

  I hated to see the disappointment scarring my wife’s beauty, but I no longer stood a chance against her. Though I had dominated her just last night, here in this field, she was queen.

  Panting, gasping for breath, I said, “Maybe… Maybe if we took a break, I’d…”

  “Oh no. You aren’t going to leave me waiting like this. Rah!”

  I gripped the shaft of my sword with both hands and prepared to defend myself, but she was on me before I could muster a proper block.

  Elane’s battle axe crashed against my blade, sending crackling sparks into the grass at our feet. That one blow sent a rocketing force of dozens of percussive blasts rippling through my muscles to slam into my heart, nearly stopping it.

  I gasped, barely able to breathe as I stepped back. But as usual, Elane was relentless.

  My sword was knocked away from the heavy-handed blow, this time harder. This time throwing me off balance. Siezing the opportunity she made for herself, Elane slammed the handle of her axe into my nose, knocking me hard onto my ass. The sword fell from my hands.

  Pain flared in my face as my vision swam. The bright green grass I landed in slowly began to morph, taking on the shape of the burning sun up above. Then their positions switched and blurred together for a second or two before a figure shaded me, allowing my mind to refocus itself.

  Her lovely lips curled into a defiant smirk, Elane squat beside me, thumping the steel training axe I made for her on her shoulder as though it were as light as a feather. Though the tight black yoga pants she wore stretched themselves to their limits to contain her thickly-jiggling thighs, I couldn’t keep my eyes on them as I looked up at her.

  “So…” I said, checking my nose for blood. “How’d I do?”

  She shrugged. “You’ve gotten better, but not by much.”

  “Shit…”

  It’d been three months since Elane became my wife, and it’s been three months since we’ve started training together like this. And in all that time, that was the only compliment I ever heard from her. That wouldn’t have been so bad had she just been my wife, but she’d taken it upon herself to become my fighting instructor. At least, she was when it came to wielding weapons.

  Hand-to-hand combat training came from another teacher entirely.

  As Elane was now technically my slave, she shouldn’t have had the ability, let alone the right, to hurt me thanks to the Slavery Spell’s magic, but after my first wife Yua taught me the error of my ways via headbutt a while back, I came up with a grand idea that earned me an entire day’s worth of my lovely cat girl’s bedtime passion.

  To put it simply, slave or not, I could fight with the girls seriously so long as I gave them permission to hurt me. I’d already given them the right to “punish” me if and when I actually deserved it, but the fact that they were able to follow through with it without the Slavery Spell rebounding the pain back onto them meant we had a way to train our skills against one another without worry.

  The weapons we wielded were blunt, but they were as heavy as real blades, so injuries did frequently happen – usually at my expense.

  Well, if we’re being honest, almost entirely at my expense. I did manage to break one of Elane’s fingernails once, but considering how I was aiming for her shoulder and not her hand, it wasn’t really something to brag about.

  Regardless, thanks to a certain chestnut-haired beauty, we had a way to heal injuries whenever they were inflicted upon us (upon me).

  “Yua,” Elane, smirking, called over her shoulder to said girl. “Could you fix his nose?”.

  “One-hundred thirty-six… one-hundred thirty-seven… one… Hmm?”

  Said cat girl’s ears flicked where she sat on the ground not too far from us. With her hands tucked away behind her head and knees pointing to the sky, Yua was embroiled in a good-old sweaty round of endless sit-ups.

  Seeing her there, an honest-to-Goddess smile on her face as she relentlessly added more definition to her abs, I couldn’t help myself but to notice the slight shifting of her breasts as she continued moving.

  Unlike Elane, Yua claimed she didn’t need the extra chest support, so all she wore up top was the same baggy t-shirt she usually wore when training.

  Thankfully, according to the girls, summer in this world wasn’t too harsh, but it was still approaching. The temperature in Vierre was rising and it was no different out here in the middle of nowhere.

  So, the normally white fabric of her shirt was growing increasingly more transparent from all the sweating she was forcing upon herself. Whenever she lifted her torso and crunched her abs, a couple flashes of pink tips entered my field of view.

  Thankfully, though, she moved too fast to see anything distracting. Well, anything save for the pair of tight bike shorts that always seemed to show off her every intimate curve no matter how she moved.

  Though my track record with the girls may suggest otherwise, neither woman’s outfit was made to satisfy my tastes. This was just how they preferred dressing when exercising. I simply made the clothes. I am innocent, I swear.

  And speaking of innocence, or lack thereof…

  “I’m fine,” I said, pulling Elane’s bra back up to hide her nipple. “I don’t need any healing. Yet… You can keep going, Yua.”

  “Kay.~”

  Briefly looking down to her chest as though she hadn’t realized her exposure, Elane smirked at me again, this time a little maliciously.

  “If you’re fine, get up and get moving. You know the rules.”

  “Fine, fine.”

  I sighed, but accepted the hand she offered. Pulling myself back up onto my knees, I let myself fall face first into the grass and stopped a second to catch my breath. I then pushed against the soil and lifted myself into the push-up position. Then I sighed again.

  Back when Elane agreed to train me, this was one of her few rules. It was one of the same rules her old instructor-friend forced her to undergo when she was starting out as well. Simply put: whenever she lands a hit on me, I have to do a worrying number of pushups to make up for it. And that’s before we started the next round.

  After three months of this, though, I was used to it. So, when I dipped into my two-hundredth pushup for the day, I was not at all surprised to feel the soft weight of a woman’s ass on my upper back.

  Sticking her axe into the ground, Elane crossed her legs before leaning a hand on the small of my back and letting out a heavy breath as I lifted the both of us. While she may have looked like she was enjoying herself, and she was, she only started doing this because regular pushups weren’t challenging enough for me anymore.

  Torturous as it was bearing both our weights, she at least helped out by keeping count. Unfortunately, building muscle in this world was just as slow, if not slower, than it was on Earth. So, I hadn’t made all that much progress.

  My arms did at least look a little thicker, though.

  “Come on, Husband,” Elane cooed, prodding my head with a finger. “Keep up the pace. Or, what, would you prefer me to sit on you after I take these off?”

  At that intriguing comment, I heard the soft sound of a waistband stretching and slapping against even softer flesh. Knowing what this ass-lover was thinking, I laughed and did another push-up.

  “No thanks. If you take your pants off, I won’t be able to do anymore push-ups.”

  “What?~ My, my, whatever do you mean?~”

  Elane giggled and I imagined her cheeks flushed a bit, but her feigned ignorance went completely over Yua’s innocent head.

  “One-hundred and fifty… One-hundred and fifty-one… He’s saying if you sit on him like that, his penis will get hard and it’ll get in the way.”

  “Hoho, is that so? My ass will make you hard?”

  Feeling her grinning at me, I paused and dropped my head. As if her words were on the target, I heard the sudden thwack of an arrow striking wood.

  “Big Bro, if Booby-Lady takes her clothes off, can I too?”

  “Please don’t,” Yua said, finishing up her sit-ups with a pleased sigh. “You know Alex’s rules about being naked outside. Besides, you’ll make his penis hard, too.”

  “Ehhh? But if Booby-Lady can be naked, why can’t I?”

  “She was just joking, Mana.”

  “Hmph!”

  Oh, so Yua did get the joke? I apologized to her by forcing another push-up, despite the fact that my muscles felt like they were on fire and how my own sweat was blinding me.

  Shaking her head, Yua looked up to the top of the large tower standing in front of us. Atop its roughly ten-foot wall made of stone and wood was none other than Mana, my second wife, who was poking her head over the side to aim a cute pout down at us.

  While the tower was made to give off the same vibes as a watchtower, it was merely meant to provide her some elevation for her shooting practice. Since Mana needed to train her archery for combat rather than hunting, I used my Material Creation ability to make her an obstacle course that was down range of numerous wooden targets she could shoot at freely. The tower was a part of this.

  The thing was, we already knew her marksmanship to be well above average. Her skill with a bow saved our lives a few months back, but she really needed to work on moving and shooting at the same time. In a fight, she wasn’t going to always be able to just stand there and fire off arrows as she liked, hence the monstrous structure before us.

  Attached to the tower, I built several small buildings, walls, fences, bridges, ladders, over-hanging bars and all sorts of things meant to simulate the sorts of cover and obstacles she could expect to face in a human city.

  She’d gotten so good at zipping over and around these obstacles to fire her bow, that I was starting to feel like I wasn’t trying hard enough myself. Though most weren’t perfect shots, the targets were all filled with arrows.

  Thanks to the girls leveling a little during the guild missions we’d been taking every week, I was able to boost Mana’s Strength stat a little to make it easier to handle her bow, so she rarely missed these days. And, if the six archery-themed porcupines she was shooting at down the way were anything to go by, she was going to run out of practice ammo soon. Meaning our workout for the day was drawing to a close.

  “…!”

  I dipped into another forced-push-up as sweat poured from my face. The – ahem – not at all impactful weight on my back had my arms wobbling from the strain it took to keep myself from crashing into the grass.

  “How many was that?” I asked.

  “Hmm? I don’t know,” Elane chortled.

  “What? You were supposed to be keeping count.”

  At the risk of collapsing, I looked over my shoulder only to find Elane shrugging, her ponytail waving listlessly in the breeze. The smile crooking her lips was nothing more than an act of war.

  “I see how it is. You were just going to have me keep going and going.”

  “No idea what you’re talking about.~”

  I shook my head, letting my position hide my smile, and quickly dropped just my hips to the ground. Elane lost her balance and, just as she started to slip, I bucked her up into the air. Turning beneath her as she fell, I let her land on me and wrapped my arms around her, pinning her to my chest.

  She wriggled about, laughing as she tried to escape, but I held firm, even as the stray strands of her ponytail tickled my nose.

  “Wah! Hey! Let go, you’re all sweaty!”

  “And who do you think made me like this?”

  “… Is it my ass?”

  “Okay, I think you’ve hit your quota for butt jokes today.”

  “Hoho? Don’t deny it,” she said, grinding her hips into my crotch. The move was super effective.

  “You little… If you’re going to be like that, then our next match is going to be my axe against yours.”

  “Hahaha! You’re going to punish little ol’ me by handicapping yourself? Fine, you’re on!”

  Elane gave up her struggling to laugh, only slightly at my expense. I hoped. It was painfully obvious to all that I was even less experienced with an axe than I was a sword.

  Since I had the combat classes of Swordsman and Axe Warrior, I made sure to train both to broaden my capabilities. I even had Mana teach me a bit of archery so my ranged options weren’t exhausted if and when I ran out of magic-juice.

  My other combat classes were starting to feel a bit left out, but since Elane only ever used axes, the only way she could teach me would be for me to fight her with other weapons of my choice. Likewise, while Yua had some experience with weapons herself, she mainly focused on how to fight against them, not with them. So, I was more or less on my own there.

  And speaking of Yua…

  “I don’t think so,” she said, crossing her arms under her soft bosom as she stood over our heads. “Alex already promised to fight me next.”

  Yua’s face was nothing more than that of a beautifully serene woman. Sweaty, but serene. However, neither of us could mistake the sharp snap of her tail as she spoke. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer here and we both knew why.

  “Alright, Alright,” Elane said, brushing my arms off her to stand. She patted the dirt off herself and turned to help me up. “If that’s the case, I’ll head for the bath first.”

  “Thank you,” Yua said, her smile twice as bright and now accentuated by a playful flick of her tail.

  Again, we both knew that trying for another match after I fought Yua would be pointless – for a couple of reasons. These same reasons were why Yua usually sparred with me last.

  Hauled back to my feet by Elane, I gave her a quick kiss before she turned to head back inside. She took maybe one, maybe two steps towards the door to our mansion in the middle of nowhere and, as I watched her bubbly butt jiggle as she walked, I felt she needed a bit of payback for the grinding earlier.

  Cupping my hand to match her shape perfectly, I leaned in and smacked her ass. Unfortunately, I was not able to enjoy her soft bottom for more than a split second as the sudden jump her shoulders gave carried her another step away. She stopped, turned her cobalt blue eyes back to me and smirked.

  Smirking right back, I turned back to Yua.

  “Alright, let’s…!”

  Before I could finish, a palm slammed into my backside with all the force of an exploding star, launching me straight into Yua’s waiting arms.

  Or, in other words, a certain blonde wife of mine smacked my ass back and I pretended to collapse into Yua’s arms as she shook her head.

  Looking back, finding Elane wriggling the fingers of her right hand at me with a smirk, I let a look of phony shock play on my face.

  “How dare you,” I said, rubbing the stinging cheek. “I sit on that, you know?”

  “Hahahahaha!”

  Elane flung her hand back, waving off my stupidity as she left for the mansion. I’d prepared the bath ahead of time with my magic, so the water should be just about warm enough to soothe all those bruises I didn’t – couldn’t – give her.

  I shook my head and took Yua’s hand. As promised, we put some distance between us and Mana’s tower and, now with a good ten feet separating us, faced each other.

  “You sure you don’t want me to heal you first?”

  “Nah. I can handle this.”

  “Mmn… Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  She bowed to me, a custom of her people when preparing to spar, and I returned the gesture. And when she came back up, she raised her fists in front of her, parted and bent her knees slightly, and suddenly, this soft woman was as solid as a mountain. I tossed my sword into my item box and did the same. Axe and sword training were done for the day, now was the time to hone my fists.

  Yua’s eyes narrowed, becoming as sharp as a pair of emerald daggers as she sized me up. I had no doubt she was planning out the fight before it even started.

  It was always strange facing off against her. Before we’d start, there would always be nothing but love in her eyes, but from the moment she bowed, there was nothing in front of me but a warrior intent on fighting as though her life depended on it. There was nothing left of my loving wife.

  Well, except, maybe for the excited tail swishing about on her backside.

  We waited. There was no set signal for us to begin. No gong or starting pistol, it usually just came down to who moved first. Sometimes there’d be a twitch, a feint of muscle movement to goad the other into attacking. Sometimes it was as simple as the impatient chirp of a bird cutting through the silence. Until then, until something set us off, we waited.

  I took a moment to ready myself for pain, both received and given, and wondered if she ever did the same.

  Yua’s ears flicked, but she herself remained rigid. The flick had come from the sound of Mana swooping down off her tower to land on the top of another building, only for her bowstring to let out a strangled cry as she pulled it taut.

  I drew in a breath and slowly let it out through my nose.

  *Twang*

  The arrow loosed and a second later…

  *Thok!*

  The steel tip collided with the target downrange, and Yua rushed me.

  “Raaah!”

  Her feet blurred and she was on me in a second, launching a fist straight into where my cheek had been moments ago. I ducked, dashed a step to the side and, without mercy for she would show me none, I sent a straight right back at her.

  She moved her head to the side to avoid the attack, knocking the back of her forearm into mine to throw my punch even further off course and, as I planned, she followed through with a heavy punch to my gut. When her strike sank into my stomach, she immediately twisted her fist into a proper follow up that brought out even more pain.

  I crumpled forwards, lurching, and let out a small dry heave only once. Then out of her view, I smiled.

  With our similar Strength stats as a reference, and now my experience, I knew I could tank her punch. I remained rooted, digging in my feet, and locked my hands around her dainty, powerful wrist. I held onto her and, dare I say, my smile broadened a bit when she clucked her tongue. She probably thought I’d dodge.

  Before I could follow through, though, the smile faded entirely when she grabbed hold of my shoulder with her free hand and jumped over the leg I stretched to pivot her into a body slam. Her slender body snaked around my midsection as she kicked out the back of my knee and threw me over her shoulder.

  I flew a short distance, landing on my feet, but momentum carried me further, forcing me to roll onto my stomach before I skidded to a stop.

  “Raah!”

  Another punch, this time aimed where the back of my head had been until I jumped away. Momentum carried her fist forward, barreling straight into the soil and grass, leaving a hefty dent in it with an even heftier boom. Had the ground not been so soft and full of life, she might have shattered it like glass.

  Unphased by her missed strike, Yua jumped back up into her stance. A fierce smile spread across her lips.

  Without waiting for me to collect myself, she dashed. Once again, her fist came flying straight for my head. She was so much like her father that it almost bothered me.

  I ducked, then blocked the follow-up knee she tried to send into my chin. One hand pushed her knee down, while I blocked the next jab with my forearm. As I nearly lost my balance beneath the full weight of her force, Yua cut loose with a flurry of quick punches. It was all I could do to block and force myself to ignore the pain re-igniting the fire in my forearms.

  Until…

  I noticed it. The flurry came at me in simple form. A right hook, then a left, then another right. Then another left, followed by yet another left before she started over. Somewhere along the line of her onslaught, and thinking she had the advantage with me on the defense, Yua’d fallen into a pattern.

  Waiting, enduring, I bore the pain until the next right came at me and I ducked. Her punch flew over my head, leaving her wrist easy to grab. She tried to pull back her fist, but I yanked her towards me and sent a punch of my own into her stomach. I made sure to twist my fist the moment I made contact, just like she taught me.

  She lurched, gritting her teeth, but seeing as her right hand had been taken prisoner, she jumped, twisting her body in midair to launch a kick I had no choice but to tank with my shoulder.

  Her shin slammed into me, forcing me to let go. It almost felt like she’d dislocated my shoulder, an experience I’d had with her a few times now. But, clenching my teeth to better bear the pain, I forced my mind to work a mile a minute for my next move.

  With Yua still mid fall after her kick, her feet were nowhere near the ground. Pushing off the ground, I threw myself under her. Grabbing her ankle with one hand and pushing it higher into the air, I shot up, letting the shoulder she just kicked carry her even higher.

  She tumbled backwards, arms reaching for something to catch herself on. But before she could find purchase, I slipped both my hands around her slender waist and grabbed her.

  She realized my intention from this hold immediately, but nothing could stop me from using a little of my Earthly-knowledge and powerslamming her onto the ground.

  “…!”

  Her eyes flew open upon impact and her lungs were forced to expel all the oxygen they held. She clenched her teeth, still ready to fight back, but I was already on the move again.

  Grabbing both her ankles, I wrenched them free from her control and pushed them up and over her head. Forcing her body to bend in a way that would have made most people cry out in agony, I made the tips of her toes touch the grass above and by her ears. Limber as she was, I knew this wouldn’t hurt her too much, but it sure as hell stopped her from resisting.

  Ever the fighter, she struggled, but from this position she couldn’t do anything more.

  Feeling confident, I lowered my hold to the backs her knees so I could rest my chin on her crotch, which was now upturned and facing the sun as we panted in unison.

  “Well, well, well,” I said. “Looks like I finally beat you.”

  Day after day, fight after fight, I’d lost every time we faced one another. Her years of training and her genuine love for the fight had me beat, sure, but I had something she didn’t: perfect memory.

  Thanks to the trait gifted to me by the Goddess, I was able to memorize every move Yua made in a fight and easily make it my own. Her every hit backed by her speed and ferocity meant I’d been handed many a bruise in our time together, but I was catching on quickly.

  … Or so I would have thought.

  “Hmm? Is that what you think?”

  “Obviously,” I said, widening her legs for her. “You can’t move like this, right?”

  “Maybe,” she giggled, her cheeks reddening, possibly from the strain. I could feel her muscles fighting me even now. “But you’re forgetting one thing.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Easy… My pussy is wet.”

  “Oh?”

  A smirk played at my lips. I lifted my chin so I could see her better and, sure enough, the shorts she wore were tight enough to see a very defining crease right where my chin had been. And the already black fabric there was noticeably darker, almost shining with its dampness.

  Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.

  One reason why Elane left so Yua could have her turn was because Yua really loves fighting me. Not fighting monsters, not fighting the other members of her tribe, not fighting Elane or Mana, just me. Our fights were simply different to her. And proof of this was now staring me in the face.

  “Looks like I’m going to get my reward early, then.”

  I let go of her knees, and slid my hands down her thighs, and over her rounded bottom until my thumbs pressed against the squishy softness of her labia. With the slightest of tugs, I spread that alluring crease in her shorts.

  … And then a fist slammed into my face.

  The world flipped upside down. In her position, she couldn’t have put her full strength into the blow, but it had me falling flat on my back. Grabbing at my nose, I failed to stop her from straddling me. The fierce look in her eyes said she was still raring for battle.

  She pulled back her right elbow, aiming a punch that I blocked the second she loosed it. She then threw another. And another. I blocked them all with my forearms, but then she surprised me by sending another one into my gut. It was the same spot I let her hit earlier.

  Feeling her fist grind itself into my abs, I grit my teeth, trying to keep last night’s dinner from showering us both, and reflexively moved to cover myself there as well. Only, I realized the same moment that this was a mistake.

  Now it was her turn to grin and, unlike me, Yua wasn’t the type to gloat. She pulled back and leaned her entire torso into punching my unguarded nose. Still trying not to wretch, I had no time to block.

  Her fist collided, forcing more stars to appear above us despite the early morning hour, and my head slammed back into the grass. Thankfully, she didn’t knock me out, but the searing pain and the familiar smell of iron trickling down my chin told a not-so-epic tale of my loss.

  Yua raised her fist for another strike, but stopped herself the moment she saw the blood.

  “Hehe. What’s this about winning? I know you remember the rules, Alex. The fight isn’t over until one of us bleeds or is knocked out.”

  “Tch, cheater,” I said, my voice muffled as I held my nose. “Distracting me with your body is cheating.”

  “Nope,” she shook her head. “Anything goes in a fight.”

  Yua smiled again, this time a little wryly. Thankfully, the fierce Yua was gone and, in her place, was the same loving woman who was always quick to heal whatever injury she inflicted.

  She lifted the front of my shirt and slipped her hands under and onto my chest before incanting her ability.

  “Healing Punch.”

  A warm green light emitted from under my shirt and, slowly but surely, the pain in my nose started to fade. Thankfully, she didn’t break it this time. Having her reset my nose before the healing always hurt worse than the actual punch that broke it.

  When enough of the pain faded and I no longer felt the need to hold my face, I let my arms fall to my sides to catch my breath.

  “You fight too defensively, you know? You need to go on the attack more often, instead of just reacting to me.”

  “So you noticed what I was doing?”

  “Pfft. Obviously,” she said, and she flicked my forehead. “I’m more experienced at this. You can’t expect to spend a whole fight reacting to a master Monk and expect it to work out.”

  “… Are you calling yourself a master?”

  Again, I’d earned myself another wry smile and another forehead flick. But her tail swished playfully.

  “I’m serious. You need to get used to the feeling of hitting me. You still flinch whenever you do.”

  “Haha. Well, sparring or not, the idea of getting better at hitting my wife is…”

  Before I could finish, she leaned forward, letting her breasts press themselves flat into my chest, all so she could plant a kiss on me. Her peachy lips danced with mine for only a moment or two before she pulled back. Unlike mine, her breathing was already steady.

  “Don’t think of me as your wife when we spar, or you’ll never win. Just think of me as a bad guy. Or a monster.”

  “You say that like you want me to win.”

  “Because I do,” she giggled. “If you get better than me, then I can improve myself by fighting you. It’s easier to increase your skill as a fighter when your opponent is clearly superior.”

  “I see,” I laughed, pretending to be offended. “I see how it is. This is all so you can have more fun fighting. But… I suppose you’re right. You won’t be getting any better fighting a weakling all the time.”

  Yua raised a brow at this, smirking. She turned up her palm and offered it to me. I took it and we stood together. Not wasting my chance, I threw an arm around her slender waist and pulled her in for another kiss, but she dodged it as though we were still fighting.

  “I’m serious,” she said. “But I also want you to get better for your own sake.”

  “I am getting better, I think. I landed, what, two or three punches this time? That sounds like improvement to me.”

  She exhaled sharply through her nose, but with her smiling, it was hard to say what she was really thinking. Although, the way she suddenly wouldn’t look me in the eye did suggest there was something more to her smile.

  “What?”

  “N-Nothing. It’s just…”

  “Come on, give it to me straight, doc. What’s my problem?”

  Truth be told, I knew I wasn’t getting much better. Landing a few blows on her, the best fighter I’ve ever seen (excluding her father) sounded like I’d progressed by leaps and bounds, but we’d been training like this for three months now. I’ve memorized her moves and can perform most of them in a fight, limited as I was to my male biology. I even had her help me stretch and limber up my body, just so I could do so. And two or three hits was still all I was able to accomplish.

  In the grand scheme of things, that sounded rather pitiful.

  “Um,” she started, taking a few sheepish glances at me. “You don’t really seem into it. Fighting, I mean.”

  “Well, like I said, I don’t particularly enjoy the idea of hitting you. Or Elane for that matter.”

  “Oh…”

  She turned away from our embrace and, the moment her ears fell flat against her hair, I pulled her right back in. Resting my chin on her head and holding her now with both arms, I spoke the honest truth right beside her pointed, furry ears.

  “I don’t hate fighting you. I just don’t like hurting you. Where I’m from, men protect their wives.”

  I materialized a small health potion from my item box, but she pushed it away.

  “And where I’m from,” she said, turning to face me in our embrace. “The strong protect the weak, regardless of which of us is stronger.” Yua pressed me with another kiss before adding, “And you’re never going to be the stronger one if you keep holding back against me.”

  “Holding back? But I’m not.”

  Yua and Elane aside, holding back did nearly get me killed in the past. Nearly got her and Mana killed, too. She helped me realize my error back then. That was part of why we’ve been training so hard, but for all the sparring we’ve been doing, I never held back. This wasn’t just because I needed to learn, but because I knew she’d be upset if I took it easy on her.

  Or, what, was I actually so bad at this that she thinks I’m holding back?

  “Maybe not,” she said. “But there’s something… off about you when you fight.”

  “Well, that’s…”

  “Hey, Big Bro!” Mana called, waving to us from the top of her tower. “I’m out of arrows. Can I stop now?”

  Yua and I looked at each other and laughed. Like she needed permission to take a break.

  “Sure. Come on down. We’re about done too, right?”

  “Yup.”

  We could talk about Yua’s misgivings later. Now we all needed a moment to relax.

  Circling around to the tower, I looked up, intent only on helping Mana down in case she actually managed to tire herself running about. Only, when she stepped onto the ladder I grafted into the side of the tower and her skirt fluttered, I spotted something any male would be remiss to notice.

  Unlike Elane and Yua, Mana refused to wear any kind of pants or shorts, claiming they were too constricting. So, when I caught a glimpse up her skirt and got an eyeful of a cute little pink slit instead of fabric, I shook my head.

  Once she noticed I was waiting for her, Mana released the ladder and fell into my waiting arms to force a princess carry. I took the liberty of disappearing her bow and quiver into my item box for both our sakes. I then looked her dead in the eye.

  Mana, though, only smiled up at me. There was a playful twitch to her ear, but her tail betrayed a hint of worry in how it moved.

  “Mana… Why aren’t you wearing panties?”

  “Because panties are stupid and feel gross.”

  Not even going to try denying it, eh? I don’t know if I should praise her honesty or sigh.

  “Mana, how many times do I have to…”

  As per usual when we caught her running around in varying states of undress, Yua began to lecture her about the rules I laid out for her in the past regarding her formerly nudist ways, but I went ahead and stopped her.

  “It’s fine, I guess. We’re about to take a bath anyways.”

  “… If you say so.”

  With a sigh that easily could have been mistaken as a grunt of annoyance, Yua gave up easily and started towards the mansion door Elane left open for us.

  Yua was always a stickler for what few rules I actually asked the girls to follow, and Mana loved to seize every opportunity to break this one. Normally, she was only allowed to indulge in her nudist upbringing when in bed, in the bath, when visiting her home village and when playing in the forest behind our home, but she was quick to find ways and times to undress without us noticing. Usually, this just meant she went commando for a few hours before we noticed.

  She clearly wasn’t in any of those sorts of situations, but she was close enough to us for it not to matter. Besides, we’ve been training for hours and I only just noticed. And it’s not like any prying male eyes are around to see anyways.

  Sensing that I’d given in, Mana beamed up at me and threw her arms around my neck. The moment a happy swish took to her tail, I knew there was no point in complaining. As penance, she could go collect her arrows by herself later.

  After Elane and Mana became my brides, I took it upon myself to upgrade our little cabin in the middle of nowhere into the mansion we shared today. And one of many revisions was the cozy little underground bathroom I’d made for us.

  Now just as resplendent as the rest of the place, according to me and my limited architectural knowledge, the bathroom was now fit for a king. Using Material Creation to its limits, I compressed and styled the wood walls until they gave off a shine that easily could have been mistaken as a fine polish.

  Likewise, the tiled floor was made of real stone sourced from the mountain resting beside our home. I’d been attempting to mine and search the mountain for ore and gems, but found only rock, so I put it to good use wherever I could. But a good portion of what I gathered went straight into the bath itself.

  Made of pure stone and polished to a mirror shine, the bathtub stretched across the entire room. Now large enough for ten people to easily fit inside, not only did just filling it act as a good source of training for my magic, but Elane had plenty of room to stretch herself out.

  Leaning against the tub’s backwall, with her pony tail undone and resting her head on a folded towel, Elane lazed about in the steaming bath. Her mountainous breasts floated atop the water, wet and shining in their dampness, leaving her the epitome of nonchalance. With her eyes closed, she didn’t seem to notice our arrival until I stepped inside and kicked off my boots.

  Whereas Mana and Yua were brought up living in what was essentially a nudist colony, I’d once thought that Elane would have had trouble adapting to life with us after living the stuffy life of a noblewoman for so long, but she didn’t so much as bat an eye once we started to undress.

  On the contrary, actually, her eyes opened a little further.

  “Big Bro,” Mana called. “Could you make me fly again?”

  Smiling back to the creature born of unbridled cuteness in my arms, I pointed a finger at her and with just a touch of telekinesis, Mana was floating through the air.

  Without a word, but with great ease, a pair of invisible hands lifted Mana up out of my arms and floated her high enough into the air for her to touch the ceiling. Naturally, this allowed gravity to tug at her skirt, showing off more of her mischief, but I was in complete control as she began circling the room.

  After a great many failures with just trying to use my Lesser Telekinesis ability, I put more effort into training it along with everything else. Now, after many test flights with non-Mana-shaped objects, I could easily assist Mana in her want to swim through the air as she flailed her arms cutely.

  This doubled as not only more training for me, but, I hoped, it might help her to someday get over her fear of heights.

  Also, she just enjoyed the sensation of being floated all over the place.

  But training for the day was done, so I adjusted her trajectory and had her fly over to Yua, who waited with a wry smile. Once the smaller girl flew overhead, Yua reached up and quietly unbuttoned Mana’s skirt. The fabric slipped off with ease, leaving her bottom bare. Then, after folding the skirt and setting it on the table, Yua helped to pull off Mana’s shirt.

  Now fully and completely ready for her bath, Mana flew through the air and, slowly, I lowered her into the bath beside Elane. Her tail flicked when her toes touched the heated waters, but she was more than used to bathing this way by now. She sank deeper into the waters and almost instantly, a look of profound relief nearly caused her to wilt on the spot. Her big blue eyes closed and, all at once, she was at peace with the world.

  If left to her own devices, she would have slunk to rest on one of the bath’s side walls to laze the day away, but she was not alone.

  “What are you doing way over there, Kitty?” Elane said, cheeks flushed pink in the steam. “Come over here.”

  “Eh? Wah!”

  Her rapture put on hold, Mana squirmed aimlessly as Elane reached into the water and lifted the petite girl up into her arms with so much ease, you’d think she was lifting a bar of soap.

  “Hey! Put me down!”

  “As you wish!”

  Elane plopped Mana back down into the water, making sure she landed safely between her own legs, against her will, kind of. There, now returned to the heat of the water, Mana wilted all over again, causing her head to fall back into the blonde’s massive bosom.

  However, the bath had already done its job in washing away Elane’s fatigue, so she did not miss this new opportunity.

  Smiling rather cutely herself, Elane slipped her hands up under Mana’s shoulders and completely cupped the girl’s tiny breasts in her palms. When Mana didn’t refute her and remained placid as she enjoyed the heat, Elane started to knead and grope the little buds.

  Meanwhile, the only part of Mana that showed she was even aware of what was happening to her was the occasional flick of her ear.

  The two had grown rather close in the last few months as they spent more and more time together. And, no doubt, this was primarily due to Elane constantly trying to hug her, squealing about this cat girl’s cuteness.

  Although, this sort of “hugging” only came into play after Mana joined us in bed during my first night with Elane. The blonde groped her that night just as much as I did, and Mana’s lack of complaints only fueled the action to repeat itself.

  So, even putting aside the cat-kin’s strange disregard towards the concept of someone touching her chest, this had quickly become the norm for these two. It was no longer a strange sight for either Yua or I to walk into a room, only to find them like this.

  Elane’s cheeks slowly reddened in the steamy water as she groped and kneaded the cat girl’s tiny mounds. Meanwhile, Mana just accepted her fate with a cozy smile and leaned back, using the comparably more explosive mounds behind her as a pillow.

  Shaking her head at the two, Yua smiled as she lifted her shirt up over her head, revealing her own wonderful pair before nearly spoiling the moment when her ears shot to attention. She let out a small sigh as she bent over to collect the bra Elane left on the bathroom floor.

  It was a brief movement that took her less than a second, but in that second, when her shapely backside was pointed my way, I remembered my role here and undressed myself instantly by removing my clothes with my item box.

  Now with myself fully bared and ready for a soak, I made my way to the bath. Elane smirked at the sight of me, her cobalt eyes showing no remorse when they briefly flit down to my monster. Nor did I shy away from letting her look as I lifted a leg over the obnoxiously high wall of the bath to join her.

  The bath was indeed still very warm, but by the time I lowered myself into the mostly still waters, my bruises and pains were already gone. So, instead, I was greeted not by relaxation, but by the embrace of another. I threw an arm around Elane’s shoulders, making sure to get back at her for stealing my Mana by cupping her own mountainous breast myself she drew a sharp breath through her nose and, very suddenly, it was like she was the sole reason why the water continued to steam. She was so hot.

  The smirk never removed itself from her luscious lips, but she did lean in to kiss me. Then, braving Elane’s hold on her breasts, Mana lifted herself just enough to give me a kiss as well before falling right back into place.

  And it was there that I got so lost in the softness of this odd three-way groping session that I missed the sight of Yua undressing.

  Having already neatly folded her things, Yua started towards us. All she did was walk across the room, but the gentle, heavy swaying curves of her hips gave off the air of a saunter that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a model strutting down a runway as dozens of cameras snapped photos of her beauty at every angle imaginable.

  But it was the steamy look in her emerald eyes that made it difficult to place what sorts of risqué clothing she was supposed to be sporting for this little one-woman fashion show.

  Or, perhaps, she was already wearing it: her birthday suit.

  I was in the lap of luxury.

  By the time I noticed the rapid rise and fall of her stiffened nipples, Yua was already lifting a leg into the water. Only, she did not sit with the rest of us just yet. No, she stood before us, before me, her legs parted as if intending for me to look. And, helpless as I was as a man before her beauty, I did. And what I saw there, nestled between her plump thighs was proof of the second reason why Elane chose not to get in the way of our fight.

  The bathwater only ran up to Yua’s knees, but she was absolutely drenched. She was a ravenous beast just barely contained within patience.

  Yua really, really loves fighting with me. And she’s been waiting for this moment since the first punch.

  “…!”

  Unable to bear her mounting arousal anymore, Yua squatted in front of me to reach a hand into the water. Her fingers quickly and carefully wrapped themselves around my monster which, thanks in part to Elane and Mana, was already rock-hard and waiting for her.

  Biting her lip, Yua lowered herself further into the water without ever registering its heat. It took her only a second to guide me to her. My lower head slipped between her labia and, the moment she was ready, she slammed her hips down, burying me to the root inside her.

  “Nng… Ahn!”

  As she bore with the sensation of something so thick penetrating her, and as the water around us sloshed about, giving reason to why the bath’s walls were so tall, I too bore the sensation of an even greater heat.

  Without letting go of Elane, I set my free hand on Yua’s hip to help hold her up as her head fell back in ecstasy. Her pussy tightened, experiencing the tiniest of orgasms in her heightened, poist-fight sensitivity.

  She was still for only a moment or two, but when the orgasm faded and our eyes met again, she started to move for the both of us.

  As she gyrated her hips, spinning my cock around inside her however she pleased, I surrendered control of my own pleasure to her. As a proper mate should.

  I dared a look between us, peering through the turbulent waves she made to spy on our connection, but my line of sight was quickly blotted out when she leaned into me, pressing her breasts into my chest.

  By now, we were masters of each other’s bodies. So, while she was the one seeking pleasure, it took her little effort to make sure I enjoyed it too. Not that she needed to try.

  The water muffled the sounds of our movements, but did nothing to stop her sultry moans from wreaking havoc on my ear as she pressed her chin to my shoulder.

  “Oh, Alex… Mmnn.~”

  I clenched my jaw, refusing to let my pleasure explode before her. The mere idea that this woman actively seeks me out for this, instead of the other way around as it usually was, had my heart and my desire to make her proud burning.

  Beside us, unbothered by Yua’s soft moans, Elane finally released Mana’s breasts, but only to reach behind her for a bar of soap. Her own skin was as flawless as ever, save for the scar running between her breasts, so I knew at once that the soap wasn’t for her.

  Likewise, despite noticing her chance to escape, Mana still did nothing but lift herself out of the water to sit on Elane’s thigh. The blonde did so love to spoil my little cat girl by helping her wash and Mana had been perfectly tenderized into compliance by now.

  I let go of Elane so she could lather up and moved my now free hand to Yua’s breast to give her a soft squeeze before reaching into the water to caress a part of her I knew she’d enjoy more. Yua met me half way by quickening the rise and fall of her hips.

  “Booby-Lady, why do you always wash my boobies first?”

  “This is just how humans wash,” Elane said, lying through her teeth as she pressed her soapy hands back onto my girl. “How did your training go, Kitty?”

  “It was… ng… fine. But it’s hard to aim when you’re being all noisy with Big Bro.”

  “Hoho? Well, that’s something you’re going to have to get used to.”

  “Mm…”

  Pulling my attention away from Yua for only a second, I watched as Elane began to scrub Mana’s back while Mana herself enjoyed the massage. At least she was taking her cleanliness seriously.

  “Alex. Alex… Oh! Oh, oh, oh…! Nggh!”

  As if offended by my wondering eyes, Yua’s pussy tightened around me again as she drew out another orgasm for herself. I moved my hands off her softness and held them around her back. She hugged me back, around the neck, bearing her own pleasure. Her tail smacked the surface of the water.

  She heaved a few sweet, heavy breaths into my ear before cupping my cheeks in hand. Our eyes met and not a second later, she stole another kiss.

  Ever the generous lover, Yua continued to move her trembling hips, tracing the perfect arc that brought a mind-numbing pleasure to every inch of my shaft. The bathwater swayed and splashed against her mounds as they bobbed on its surface.

  Soon enough, the pleasure turned to a wonderful torture the longer we kept at it. Bathtime was the only time she needed me to control myself.

  “Go… ahead,” she said, still breathless. “You don’t have to hold back anymore. I can feel your penis throbbing.”

  Her sultry words cut right through my reason like a diamond-tipped blade and I reached my limits.

  I burst inside her, filling her womb with my color. Yua twitched, gasping with every little involuntary thrust my hips gave as they sought more of her pleasure. The inevitable explosion I’d been prolonging came and, without realizing I’d been holding her above the water, we both sank to the bottom of the tub.

  With every spurt my prolonged orgasm forced upon me, her pussy only tightened. Be it because we were in the bath and she didn’t want to dirty the water, or because she was simply greedy, it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t let me pull out.

  When our orgasms faded, Yua collapsed into my arms one last time, her heated breath nearly out-steaming the bath. And there she clung to me, as if for dear life, and slowly, the waters slowly grew calmer.

  After our morning sparring matches, and her subsequent rewards for winning, she was usually extra affectionate. Usually.

  “Alex…,” she said, still breathing heavily as she pulled back to meet my gaze. “We need to talk about your training.”

  Now that she’d cum, she was back to business as usual. Thankfully, she didn’t have my sexual stamina, or we’d never leave the bath.

  “I take it he lost again?” Elane said, her soapy hands creeping lower and lower on Mana’s back.

  “Unfortunately,” I sighed, snatching the bar of soap from Elane to start soaping up Yua. “I feel like I have the basics of fighting down, but I’m not getting any better at the actual fighting part.”

  It was true. We fought, we practiced, we trained, I learned every move Yua could think to teach me and learned what limited weapon techniques Elane and Mana could share. I learned it all and I learned it quick, and yet, I don’t feel like I’m fighting any better now than I was two months ago.

  My Memorization trait brought me this far, much faster than should have been possible, but it’s almost like my body can’t keep up.

  “That’s what I mean,” Yua said, taking the soap I handed to her. With my hands all lathered, I started washing her shoulders before slipping lower to her breasts, then to her arms. She returned the favor by washing my chest as she spoke. “You really are pulling your punches, aren’t you?”

  My hands froze in their washing for only a second, but that might as well have been confirmation.

  “I thought so. I understand you not wanting to hurt us, but…”

  “I don’t think that’s the problem,” Elane said.

  We looked to her in unison and, just as she pulled her hands back up from under the water, Mana slid off her lap to lean against me, breathing softly as she wrapped her arms around mine. Elane puckered her lips into a pout, but continued.

  “Something I noticed in our training is that, I don’t think your heart is really into it when you fight.”

  “My heart?”

  “Yup,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “You say your old world, Earth, is a mostly peaceful place, right? Well, I think living there made you soft.”

  “Well, yea. I already knew that.”

  “That’s why you always pull your punches and avoid obvious openings where you could really hurt us.”

  “But that’s not…”

  “No,” Yua started, touching a soapy knuckle to her chin. “I think she’s right. You learned how to fight faster than anyone I’ve ever met, but it’s almost like you don’t know how to use what you learned.”

  “Um, are you forgetting how I almost won our fight just now?”

  Yua inclined her head, ears flicking as her lips curled into a smile. The raised brow she hit me with almost made her look like she was dealing with a child that unknowingly said something ridiculous.

  “Alex, I’ll admit you got me good, but there were plenty of ways to break out of that hold. Remember, the fight was to the knockout or first blood and from that position, you couldn’t hit me without shifting your grip. And if you tried, escaping would have been too easy.”

  “Wait… so you just let me pin you and gloat like an idiot?”

  “Sorry.”

  “…”

  Man… I really thought I had her this time, but thinking back to how I decided to pin her, she was right. I could never end a match like that when fighting by her people’s rules.

  “Dammit…!”

  Exasperated with myself, I leaned back against the tub and immediately cringed with sensitivity, as did Yua. Usually, one round of sex wasn’t enough for her after our matches, but the conversation she decided we needed to have distracted us from the fact that my monster was still buried to the hilt in her pussy.

  Unconcerned, Mana lifted my arm and slipped beneath it to force me to hold her.

  “Big Bro is better with magic, though.”

  “Th-Thanks, Mana,” I said, gritting my teeth as Yua clenched me.

  “Maybe,” Elane said, rubbing the back of her neck. “If he used magic in our matches, even I’d have a hard time fighting him.”

  “B-But that’s not the point,” Yua said, biting her lip. It was clear from the jerking movements of her tail that she was trying her best not to move her hips until the sensitivity abated. “In hand-to-hand combat, he holds back too much. It’s almost like… Are you afraid of your own strength?”

  “I don’t know… I’m not sure, anyways. I mean, I’ve heard you break someone’s skull with a punch. And I watched Elane cut someone in half like they were paper. But…”

  But my Strength stat was on par with Yua’s, meaning I could likely do the same. Obviously, I had to hold back to a certain extent when sparring with the girls, but I also had no idea how much power to use against a real opponent. Or when to use it, for that matter.

  Naturally, I didn’t spend these last few months sitting on my hands, I’ve been testing several of my body’s limits. Namely how heavy I can lift, how far I can throw, how fast I can run and so on. Add to that the various ways in which I could aid the girls in a fight with my body, such as Mana shooting her bow from atop my shoulders, then I can say I’ve been working myself pretty hard.

  But it’s not like I have a test dummy I can go all out on.

  “Then that’s what we need to do,” Elane said, thumping her fist into her palm. “I think we need to pop your cherry!”

  “Sorry, hate to break it to you, but Yua kind of already took care of that for me.”

  “Eh? I did?” she said, tail flicking with curiosity. I nodded proudly, if not a little full of myself, but Elane was quick to shut me down.

  “No, I mean you need to push yourself even harder. You need to understand how it feels to actually cut someone down, Alex. We take guild missions all the time, but the most you’ve ever killed are wild animals and weak monsters… I think it’s about time you step up and hunt some bandits.”

  I closed my eyes and let a sigh slip through my nostrils.

  We’ve averaged at least one to two guild missions per week, but the vast majority of them were the “go here and collect this” sort of missions. The most danger we’ve faced was the pack of goblins we faced a few weeks back. And wild goblins are even weaker than their dungeon counter parts, so it wasn’t much of a fight.

  Speaking of…

  “If killing’s what you think I need to do, why don’t we just head back into the dungeon?”

  “Absolutely not!” Yua said, her tone almost daring me to refute her. “Now that I know you’re not from this world, and now that I’ve fought you, I won’t be letting you go into the dungeons again, yet. You definitely aren’t ready.”

  “Come on, Yua. We handled ourselves in there just fine back when we first met.”

  She shook her head. “Nope. Back then, I didn’t know you weren’t really an experienced Adventurer. It’s too dangerous in there. The lower the floors are, the harder they gets. And if you aren’t prepared to give it your all, then you aren’t ready.”

  “But you went in there by yourself when you weren’t even an adult yet. As part of your people’s rite of passage as warriors. For the Expeditionary Force, right?”

  “And did I ever tell you how it’s decided one of us is allowed to challenge a dungeon?”

  “No? It’s never come up, I guess.”

  Cycling through my memories, the most I could remember was that Mana didn’t fit the bill, but Yua did. As far as I knew, there was some sort of strength or skill requirement.

  “It’s simple,” she said, crossing her arms. “We fight each other. Those that want to challenge the dungeon. Then we fight some more. Then we keep fighting.”

  “… And that’s different from your normal everyday how?”

  “Alex, the test isn’t a normal sparring match. We fight until our opponent can’t get back up, then we keep fighting them. It doesn’t matter how tired we get or how long the match lasts. We continue until the chief, until Daddy, decides one of us is too weak and he intervenes to stop the match. Usually, it only stops once we show we’re ready to kill our opponent.”

  So, their forced to keep fighting until one of them literally almost dies? I don’t know if knowing Yua went through that shocks me more than the fact that I keep under estimating her people.

  “Isn’t almost killing one of your own to prove a point a little much?”

  “Like I said, the chief intervenes before it can go too far. The point is to test whether or not we have what it takes to do what we have to, to survive. I told you before, this world is a dangerous place.”

  “But Mana…”

  … has already shown she can kill when she needs to, is what I wanted to say, but the girl in question reached between my unison with Yua to wrap her fingers around my monster.

  Naturally, this was not her way of saying she wanted to take Yua’s spot, but it was her people’s way of showing she truly meant what she was about to say.

  “Big Bro, I never tried. I knew I wasn’t strong enough.”

  “… And because you were lazy,” Yua added.

  “Shut up!”

  Her touch was as short lived as her point. Pouting, Mana let go of my monster to pinch Yua’s cheeks. It was a form of rebuke only she could get away with, and Yua accepted her not-punishment with a sigh.

  “It sounds like you girls are trying to get me to go out and kill someone.”

  Brow furrowed, Elane crossed her arms in a big “X,” but the effect was diminished a little with her melons bouncing freely above the waterline.

  “You’re the one that wants to be an Adventurer. And a proper Adventurer has to be able to kill if they are ever to advance their rank.”

  “Unleff you don’f wanf to be an Affvenfurer anymore,” Yua added, her words distorted by the unending pinches. “If not, then I don’t mind if you…”

  “No, no. It’s not just about what I want to do, an Adventurer is what I need to be. I have three wives to keep happy and fed,” I paused, laying a hand on Mana’s shoulder. “And one of them happens to have a bottomless pit in her stomach.”

  Mana’s anger with Yua was already barely a thing, but the moment I said this, she let go of Yua, placed her hands on her lap, unintentionally squishing her tiny breasts together with her elbows as she smiled up at me. Her big blue eyes locked with mine and, dammit, if she wasn’t adorable enough to say I didn’t mind the increasing food bill.

  Jokes aside, being an Adventurer really was our best bet at keeping this family going. The money was almost good enough as is, but with my Dimensional Step spell allowing us to travel much faster than the normal Adventurer, we could take as many quests as we needed.

  Becoming a Merchant was definitely a possibility, but it also felt like it’d be too much of a gamble since I’d have to invest our hard-earned coin into any ventures we plan when we had no guarantee things would work out.

  And that’s not even mentioning how the first thing I thought to sell was bras, since they didn’t exist in this world until I made one. I’d made several for Elane by now, but it took around four straight days of me helping her to put them on before she could confidently do it herself.

  I could easily imagine a bunch of women running down my shop, complaining about their bras and their breasts and their discomforts and I don’t think my little heart can take it.

  “I need to raise my rank in the guild,” I said. “The coin we’re making now isn’t bad, but at this rate, the guild isn’t going to take long to figure out we’re traveling with magic. I’d rather avoid that if possible.”

  “Then you have to start taking harder quests,” Elane said, standing to face us. Human though she was, she was just as shameless as my cat girls when it came to standing before me butt naked. Slamming one hand on her hip, she pointed at me. “We’re starting today. Let’s head to the guild!”

  With that said and decided for us, Elane stepped out of the bath and started toweling herself down. Mana was quick to join her, but only shook the water from her hair in an attempt to skip the towel herself. Until Elane noticed and threw one at her face, that is.

  A small sigh escaped my nostrils. I really didn’t like what she was suggesting, but at the same time, I knew she was right. Bandits, by nature in this world, were guaranteed to be murderers. So, Adventurers were often tasked with handing down society’s justice and were rewarded with coin.

  It’s not that I had a problem with the thought of someone deserving of death dying, it was the fact that I had to become an executioner of sorts, just to feed my family.

  Then again… The rewards for the higher-ranked missions would be enough to keep us going without the need to take weekly missions.

  Then again, again, this whole thing about rank is only an issue because I refuse to risk becoming a lazy bastard again by mooching off of Elane’s coin. Or am I just being a stubborn idiot?

  “Alex…”

  Yua leaned into me, interrupting my thoughts with her warmth. With her breasts squishing against my chest, and with her smooth breathing soothing my soul, I thought she was going to offer up a few quiet words of encouragement just for me… but then she started moving her hips.

  Her breathing quickly became ragged as the water began to splash about and her already stuffed womb showed no signs of wanting to slow down.

  “Oh, Alex…” she gasped, biting her lip. “I love it when you…!”

  “Oh, no. I don’t think so, missy!” Elane said, then her hands flew up under Yua’s armpits, grabbed hold of her breasts and lifted her clear off me and out of the water. A torrent of semen spilled out of her pussy, but all she cared about was being forced to stop.

  “L-Let go! We’ll only take a minute!”

  “Uh-huh. Bandit hunting quests don’t usually last long on the quest board. It’s still early. We need to get to Amoranth quickly if we want to find one.”

  “Elane, if that’s the case, we may already be too late,” I said, pleading Yua’s, and my, case. “And that’s only if any were even available today.”

  “Don’t care!” she said, maneuvering the squirming Yua to forcefully clamp her legs shut. “I’m not letting you put this off. You two can fuck after we accept a quest. Until then, this pussy is off limits.”

  In our time together Yua and Elane had had their share of sparring matches as well. What we found through this was that Yua was a much more skilled fighter, but as of right now, she couldn’t compare to Elane when it came to brute strength.

  So, with Elane already pressing and holding Yua’s legs shut, it didn’t take long before she gave up, knowing she couldn’t win.

  Nearly in tears, and with a small white puddle slowly forming on the bathroom floor beneath her, Yua met my eyes and, with a pout, nodded. Having made her point, Elane quietly set her down and returned to her towel.

  Yua’s eyes remained locked on mine for a short while, but not for long. After repeatedly flicking her emerald eyes between mine, and then my monster as it continued to stand tall in the water, she gulped. And it was as if she was preparing for death.

  “A-Alex, c-could you…?”

  “Right now? Are you sure?”

  She nodded. Weakly, but she nodded. “Yes. I won’t be able to focus on anything if I can’t calm down.”

  “Alright.”

  Lifting myself from the water, I nearly had to stop myself from pouncing on her when her gaze once more locked onto my monster and she clenched her fists. She did love to fight me and I did love to be wanted by her.

  However, fighting both our desires, I sat myself on the bathroom floor and leaned against the tub, before gesturing for Yua to sit on my lap. She gulped again, but did as I commanded. Placing herself carefully, sitting on my thigh as one does for their mate in her village, I felt her gulp a third time.

  Taking care not to touch her in a way that would set her off again, I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her firmly. I was going to have to restrain her, in more ways than one.

  I aimed a finger at Yua’s chest and held it there.

  Seeing this, Mana’s ears shot to attention before she pressed them down with her hands and scurried out of the room. Naturally, she didn’t bother to dress again before streaking through the house. Smirking, both at us and at the fleeing Mana, Elane scooped up their clothes and followed her.

  Both girls knew what was about to happen, as it had been done to them before.

  “Are you ready Yua?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Okay… Instant Orgasm!”

  Yua had been bracing herself by squeezing her eyes shut, but the moment the incantation fell from my lips, time slowed to a near halt. In the span of a single second, her emerald eyes shot open, her pupils dilated, growing wide as saucers, her entire body began to quiver and her mouth fell open, at first into a wordless scream, but then….

  “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN!”

  Yua was always a bit of a screamer, but when this ability hit, it hit with the force of a megaton blast that came in the form of an instantaneous orgasm.

  Her hips rocked and her feet kicked at nothing as she convulsed, and it took all I had to keep her from falling off my lap. A stream of heated lust shot from her, nearly reaching the other side of the room as she squirted.

  The Instant Orgasm ability was a gift from my Sex Master class that I earned after Elane became my wife in both mind and body. And it did exactly what it said, giving whoever I aimed it at an explosive orgasm without the need for any build up. I literally didn’t even need to lay a finger on them.

  Though our nightly, and daily, activities caused my Sex Master class to reach level 13 through our repeated, repeated efforts, I rarely used this ability. Not because its power made me jealous, no, but because we all actually preferred the buildup.

  And so, as Yua’s breasts heaved, her dangerously heavy breathing suddenly almost concerning, it was as though all she did was masturbate.

  “Ha… Ha… Ha… I think… I think I’m ready to go now.”

  “Good... For you, at least.”

  Still breathing heavily, Yua’s ear flicked and, without my prompting her to, she turned her gaze towards my monster as it continued to stand, now empowered by her rapturous screams.

  “I’ll… I’ll take care of that for you… Master.”

  Weakly, very weakly, Yua pushed herself off my lap and turned to kneel before me. Sensing her intentions, I raised myself back onto the edge of the bath. She parted my knees for me and scooted closer. And then, in one motion that was so smooth it almost beggared belief, Yua took my throbbing cock in hand, parted her peachy lips, widened them further, and swallowed me to the hilt without a hint of effort on her part.

  With one of her dainty hands still wrapped around my shaft, and with the other bracing herself on my thigh, I prepared myself by gripping the edge of the tub. Though her tongue brought me enough pleasure to make my eyes roll, we didn’t have time to do this the usual way.

  So, I pointed a finger at myself and…

  “… Instant Orgasm.”

  Though we both rendered the bath we’d taken pointless, the mess was nothing a bit of magic couldn’t clean. After a quick breather, and once we were both able to stand again, we joined the other two.