Chapter 122: Lisara’s +18 performance. Kallens patience.

You lean forward and press your lips to her stomach just below her navel, feeling the muscles there still trembling from her climax. She gasps softly at the contact, her hand moving to rest lightly in your hair.

"That tickles," she murmurs, but doesn't pull away.

You trail kisses upward across her skin, occasionally catching the flesh gently between your teeth in playful nips that make her breathing hitch. When you reach the underside of her breast, you pause to look up at her face.

"You're beautiful like this," you tell her. "Flushed and relaxed."

Lacus colors deeper, turning her head slightly. "You don't need to say things like that."

"Why not? It's true." You cup her breast and take the nipple into your mouth, sucking gently while your thumb circles the other.

She arches slightly beneath you, her fingers tightening in your hair. "I was surprised you came back with the school group today," you say between attention to each breast. "I thought you left with Lucy to visit Amagi Park."

Lacus blinks, visibly trying to focus through the sensations. "Lucy was so energetic pulling me everywhere. She introduced me to Princess Latifa and Isuzu, showed me all the rides..."

You move to her other breast, listening as you work.

"Before she could continue to the end she actually fell asleep on a park bench." Lacus laughs softly at the memory. "Isuzu picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to Princess Latifa's bed. I came back to Carne Manor after that and joined the afternoon lessons."

"Sounds like Lucy made quite an impression on you." You kiss back down her stomach slowly, feeling her muscles tense in anticipation.

"She's very sweet," Lacus agrees, her voice growing breathless as your mouth travels lower. "Master Blank, are you going to..."

"Again?" You settle between her thighs, spreading them wider. "Only if you want me to."

Her hips shift restlessly. "I... yes. Please."

You lower your mouth to her center and she cries out sharply, her sensitivity heightened from the previous climax. You work her with steady attention, building the pleasure gradually as her breathing grows ragged.

"I can't... it's too much..." Her protests dissolve into wordless sounds as you maintain the exact pressure driving her higher.

Her second orgasm hits harder than the first, her entire body bowing off the mattress as she shakes through it. You continue through her peak until she pushes weakly at your head.

When you lift your gaze, her pink hair spreads wild across the pillow, her chest heaving. "Give me a moment," she pants. "Just... a moment."

You kiss your way slowly back up her body, giving her time to recover while keeping contact constant.

Minutes later, settling between Lacus's thighs again, your tongue finding her center as she gasps sharply. Her body trembles beneath your attention, already hypersensitive from previous climaxes.

"I don't think I can..." Her protest dissolves into wordless sounds as you maintain steady pressure.

Her third orgasm builds slowly despite her exhaustion, her muscles clenching around your fingers as you work her higher. When she breaks this time, the cry that escapes her throat sounds almost pained, her entire body shaking through waves that seem to last forever.

You give her perhaps three minutes to recover before returning your mouth to her. She whimpers, trying halfheartedly to push your head away.

"Too much... Master Blank, please..."

"One more." You increase the pressure slightly, feeling her body respond despite her protests.

This climax takes longer to build, her oversensitized flesh making each touch nearly overwhelming. When it finally crashes through her, she makes a strangled sound before going completely limp, her consciousness slipping away as exhaustion claims her.

You lift your head, studying her peaceful expression. Her pink hair spreads wild across the pillow, damp with sweat. Her chest rises and falls with deep, even breaths.

You lean down and press gentle kisses along her inner thigh, moving upward to her hip. Your mouth finds her breast, sucking softly at the nipple while your hand cups the other. She doesn't stir, lost completely to sleep.

You continue the tender attention for several minutes, kissing across her collarbone and along her throat. Your hands trail across her skin with possessive reverence, memorizing the feel of her.

Eventually you rise, accessing your inventory to clean her thoroughly. The sheets beneath her are soaked, so you lift her with careful movements and replace them with fresh ones. She makes a soft sound but doesn't wake as you settle her back down.

You pull the blanket up to her shoulders, tucking it around her with gentle precision. Her face remains peaceful, lips slightly parted as she breathes.

You dress quickly, taking one last look at her sleeping form before crossing to the door.

You walk back down the hallway toward the main hall, your footsteps quiet against the polished floor. The lamplight casts long shadows as you pass closed doors behind which several women now sleep satisfied and exhausted.

The main hall holds fewer occupants than before. Lisara remains curled in an armchair reading, while Neia continues her distracted observation of the mounted weapons. Euphemia and Milly sit together on one of the couches, speaking in low voices. Villetta arranges playing cards on a side table in some kind of solitaire pattern. Kallen still prawled across a couch wearing her red bunny suit, now idly braiding a lock of her red hair. Princess Renner remains in her corner chair, though her journal now lies closed in her lap as she observes the room.

Lisara looks up first as you enter, marking her page. "Did Lacus fall asleep happy?"

"Very much so." You cross directly to where she sits, extending your hand. "I want you to put on a performance for everyone."

She blinks, setting the book aside as she takes your hand. "What kind of performance?"

"Ride me in front of them." You pull her gently to her feet. "Make them jealous. When you're too tired to continue, I'll carry you to bed to finish."

Lisara's cheeks flush immediately, but she doesn't pull away. Her fingers tighten around yours as she glances at the other women watching with varying expressions of surprise and interest.

"Right here?" Her voice wavers slightly between embarrassment and something else. "In the living room?"

"Right here." You guide her toward the center of the room where everyone can see clearly.

Kallen sits up straight, her magazine forgotten. Neia turns completely from the wall, her professional composure slipping into visible curiosity. Milly and Euphemia's conversation stops mid-sentence as both women focus attention on what's happening. Villetta's hands still over her card game. Princess Renner shifts slightly in her chair, pen lifting to her journal again.

"I..." Lisara swallows, her amber eyes meeting yours. "Yes, Master Blank. I'll do it."

Her embarrassment shows clearly in the way her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for your belt, but beneath it you see confidence building. She's done this before, but never with an audience. Her breathing grows shallow as she begins undressing you with careful movements, very aware of multiple pairs of eyes watching her every action.

"Should we leave?" Euphemia asks quietly.

"Stay," you tell them without looking away from Lisara. "Watch."

Lisara's flush deepens further, spreading down her neck as she pushes your pants to the floor. Her own dress follows moments later, revealing the body you've claimed multiple times before. She stands naked in the lamplight, exposed to everyone's gaze, and you see the exact moment her embarrassment transforms into determination.

You settle back into the armchair, spreading your thighs slightly to give Lisara room as she approaches. Her amber eyes hold yours while she positions one knee on either side of your hips, lowering herself gradually until her weight rests against your lap.

"You're watching me very closely," she murmurs, her hands finding your shoulders for balance. "Does that help with the jealousy?"

Kallen shifts on her couch, the movement drawing your peripheral attention. Her red bunny suit catches lamplight as she crosses her arms, watching with undisguised interest despite her earlier frustration.

"It does," you confirm, running your hands up Lisara's bare sides. "They can see exactly what they're missing."

Lisara takes a shaky breath and begins moving, her hips rolling in slow circles as she works herself against you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, using the leverage to control her pace. The room has gone completely silent except for her breathing and the soft sound of fabric shifting.

Villetta's cards lie forgotten on the table, her attention fixed entirely on what's happening before her. Milly leans forward slightly from her seat beside Euphemia, blue eyes tracking every movement Lisara makes. Neia stands frozen by the wall, one hand still extended toward the sword she'd been examining.

"Master Blank..." Lisara's voice wavers as she increases her pace, her movements growing less controlled. "Everyone can see..."

"That's the point." You grip her hips, guiding her rhythm. "Show them exactly how much you enjoy me."

She moans quietly, her head tilting back as pleasure begins building. Her amber hair falls in waves down her back, swaying with each motion. The position displays her body perfectly to the watching women, nothing hidden from their view.

Princess Renner's pen moves across her journal page with steady precision, recording observations without visible emotional response. Euphemia's serene expression remains unchanged, though her violet eyes don't blink as she watches. Lacus would have been mortified in this position, but Lisara meets the exposure with determined confidence despite her flush.

"Show them," you tell her, and she obeys immediately.

Her movements become urgent, chasing sensation with single-minded focus. Her breathing grows ragged, small sounds escaping her throat as she rides you with increasing desperation. The other women watch in complete silence, bearing witness to her pleasure and her willingness to perform it publicly.

You lean forward without breaking rhythm, capturing one of Lisara's breasts between your lips. She gasps sharply, her amber eyes widening as you suck firmly, tongue circling her nipple before moving to the curve of her neck.

"Master Blank," she breathes, her movements faltering for a moment before resuming with renewed urgency. "Everyone's watching..."

"They are," you confirm against her throat, teeth grazing skin. "Show them what you feel."

Lisara moans loudly, the sound echoing through the silent hall. Her hips roll faster, chasing sensation with single-minded desperation. You mark her neck deliberately, sucking hard enough to leave visible proof of your claim, then return to her breasts with the same intensity.

Kallen shifts on the couch, her red bunny suit riding up slightly as she unconsciously presses her thighs together. Neia's hand has wrapped around herself, her professional composure completely shattered. Milly leans forward even further, blue eyes tracking every movement of Lisara's body. Villetta has abandoned all pretense of her card game, watching openly.

Princess Renner's pen continues its steady motion across her journal page, recording observations with methodical precision.

"I can't," Lisara whimpers suddenly, her rhythm becoming erratic. "Master Blank, I can't keep going, I'm too..."

You grip her hips firmly, lifting her weight completely as you stand from the chair. She cries out in surprise as the motion drives you deeper, her legs wrapping instinctively around your waist for balance.

"Hold on," you tell her, and begin walking toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

Each step rocks her against you, unavoidable friction drawing broken sounds from her throat. Her arms lock around your neck, face buried against your shoulder as pleasure builds beyond her control. The watching women remain silent as you carry Lisara past them, her naked body displayed completely in your arms.

The hallway feels longer than usual, every footfall sending fresh sensation through her trembling form. By the time you reach her bedroom door, she's gasping raggedly against your neck, teetering on the edge.

You push the door open with one shoulder and cross to the bed, lowering her carefully onto the sheets without withdrawing. She looks up at you with dazed eyes, lips parted and flushed.

"Please," she whispers.

You begin moving again, slow and deliberate, watching her face as the final stimulation pushes her over the edge. She arches beneath you with a broken cry, body convulsing as orgasm crashes through her. You continue through her climax, prolonging it until she goes completely limp, consciousness fading into satisfied exhaustion.

Only then do you withdraw carefully, warmly pressuring her nipples with your tongue to soften them, while pulling out a clean towel from your inventory. Taking your time wiping away the sweat and calming her arousal before tucking her in.

You return to the main hall, where your discarded clothing lies pooled on the floor near the center armchair. The women scattered throughout the room turn as you enter, their expressions ranging from Kallen's visible frustration to Princess Renner's analytical observation.

"Did you enjoy Lisara's show?" you ask, voice carrying through the silent space.

Euphemia's cheeks color slightly, but she maintains her serene composure. "It was educational."

Milly nods agreement. "Definitely informative."

Villetta simply inclines her head without verbal response, the flush visible on her skin.

Neia shifts her weight near the wall, uncertain. "I watched. I'm still not sure what my role should be."

Princess Renner remains silent, her pen poised over her journal but motionless.

Kallen sits up sharply on her couch, red bunny suit riding up her thighs. "Some of us have been waiting longer than Lisara."

You cross directly to where she sits, dropping to your knees before the couch and pulling her legs over your shoulders in one smooth motion. She gasps sharply as you lean forward, kissing down her inner thigh.

"Hey, wait, everyone's watching," she protests, though her voice lacks conviction.

You shift the fabric of her bunny suit aside, exposing her wet vagina. Her breath catches as your mouth finds her center, tongue working with deliberate precision. Your hands slide up her sides, pulling the tight material softly until her breasts spill free. You cup them firmly, fingers and thumbs circling her nipples while your mouth continues its attention.

"Oh," Kallen breathes, her earlier complaints dying entirely. Her fingers thread through your hair, not pushing away but holding you in place as her hips begin rocking involuntarily.

The other women watch in complete silence. Milly leans forward slightly, blue eyes tracking every movement. Euphemia's serene expression holds steady, though she doesn't look away. Villetta has abandoned any pretense of her card game. Neia stands frozen by the wall, one hand pressed against her stomach. Princess Renner's pen begins moving again, recording observations with methodical precision.

Kallen's breathing grows ragged, small sounds escaping her throat despite obvious attempts at control. Your hands squeeze her breasts firmly while your tongue maintains relentless rhythm. She trembles beneath your attention, thighs tightening around your head as pleasure builds beyond her ability to contain.

"Please," she whispers, though whether begging for more or for mercy remains unclear. Her body answers regardless, hips grinding against your mouth as she chases the sensation you provide.

The bunny suit frames her exposed flesh perfectly, red fabric contrasting pale skin while you work her toward inevitable climax before an audience of household members bearing witness to her complete surrender.