Chapter 167: +18 Shuffle Manor pairs. Euphemia. Alicia. Shirley, Prim.

Your fingers curl inside Euphemia as you shift the conversation, your thumb maintaining its slow circle against her clit while she trembles on your lap.

"Next up," you say, your voice carrying easily across the hall. "This morning I had you all shuffle who you were spending time with. How did it go?"

Kallen leans back in her chair, her red hair catching the candlelight. "Lacus and I spent the whole day together. Turns out she's actually funny when she's not being a pacifist princess." She grins at the pink-haired woman beside her. "Also she cheats at card games."

"I do not cheat," Lacus protests with mock indignation, her white bunny suit shifting as she crosses her arms. "I simply have very good instincts."

"Those instincts involved looking at my cards."

Lacus's cheeks flush pink. "That was accidental."

Orihime energetically raises her hand again, grey eyes excited. "Enri introduced me to her goblin warriors and showed me around the village, the people are so kind!"

Enri chuckles. "They were also happy seeing a new girl mostly dressed. The outfits have been causing quite the rumor mill among the housewives."

Lisara politely raises her hand. "I spent the morning with Neia and Charlotte during combat drills. Charlotte is really good at explaining positioning and angles. Neia's archery is incredible!"

Neia nods from beside Charlotte, her grey eyes earnest. "Charlotte positioning during hand-to-hand practice. I would have taken weeks to figure that out on my own."

Charlotte adjusts her half-loose ponytail, blue eyes meeting yours with measured satisfaction. "Neia has natural talent. She just needed external perspective rather than effort alone."

Shirley speaks up from beside Alicia, her amber eyes warm. "Alicia and I had a quiet morning. She showed me some stretches that actually helped with my shoulders."

Alicia stretches her arms above her head, her blue bikini armor creaking slightly. "Shirley's posture is terrible from hunching over books. No offense."

"Some offense taken," Shirley replies with a laugh. "We spent our entire lives in schools, changing to physical combat isn't simple."

You nod, your fingers pressing deeper into Euphemia, drawing a soft gasp from her violet lips. "It worked better than intended. We should consider shuffling partners daily. For tomorrow, again pair with whoever you know least."

A murmur of agreement passes through the assembled women. Conversations break out in small clusters as they look around the hall, identifying gaps in their familiarity.

Kallen turns to Laura. "I suppose we're already paired from our outfits. But we should find you someone else for part of the day."

Laura's ice-blue eyes scan the room. "I've spoken least with Orihime and Shirley."

"Orihime it is then," Kallen decides. "She'll talk your ear off but in a good way."

Milly speaks up, blue eyes analytical. "I'll pair with Charlotte. We've barely interacted beyond passing each other in hallways."

Charlotte raises an eyebrow but nods. "Acceptable."

Neia looks around. "Fiona? We haven't really spoken."

Fiona's silver-white hair shifts as she inclines her head. "Agreed."

Alicia glances at Lacus. "Want to try something different?"

Lacus smiles. "I would like that."

Yor paired with Kallen.

Lisara, Prim and Shirley realized Angelica and Olivia tomorrow will also need pairing and remain available.

"I also need a volunteer for the Amagi Park with Lucy tomorrow," you add.

Enri raises her hand from across the hall, green eyes bright. "I'll do it. Lucy seemed comfortable around me last time, and I could use a break from village coordination paperwork."

The pairings settle. You return your full attention to Euphemia, whose violet eyes have grown increasingly glazed throughout the conversation, her body responding to your continued attention despite her efforts to follow the discussion.

You press your thumb firmly against her clit and curl your fingers upward simultaneously. Euphemia's composure shatters. Her back arches against your chest, her exposed breasts jutting forward as a cry tears from her throat. Her thighs clamp around your hand, her pussy spasming around your fingers in waves. You hold her through it, your other arm wrapped around her waist supporting her weight as she shakes.

When her trembling subsides, you lift her from your lap and carry her toward the hallway. Her pink hair spills over your arm, her violet eyes half-lidded and dreamy. The household watches you depart with varying degrees of amusement and anticipation.

You carry Euphemia through the hallway to her bedroom, pushing the door open with your shoulder. You lay her on the bed and spread her thighs, kneeling between them. Your mouth finds her still-sensitive pussy, tongue tracing slow patterns against her folds while her fingers thread through your hair. She comes twice more under your tongue, each climax softer than the last, her serene composure completely dissolved into breathless whimpers. When she finally pushes your head away with trembling hands, her violet eyes are wet with satisfaction.

"Enough," she whispers. "Please."

You clean her with Prestidigitation, then pull the covers over her sleeping form before steping back into the hallway.

You step back from Euphemia's door and make your way down the hallway, the soft sounds of the manor settling into evening filtering through the walls. The main hall awaits, its warm candlelight spilling into the corridor as you approach.

The assembled women have shifted positions while you were gone. Laura now sits closer to Orihime, the bunny-suit and fall-miko outfits angled toward each other in conversation that seems to have grown more animated. Kallen has moved to sit beside Yor, the two women sharing a quiet moment that contrasts sharply with Kallen's earlier theatrical storytelling. Milly and Charlotte occupy the same section of the long table, their heads tilted toward each other in what appears to be genuine analytical exchange rather than forced small talk.

Alicia stretches her arms above her head, her blue bikini armor catching the light as she rises from her seat. She crosses the hall toward you with the confident stride of a princess-knight who has made a decision, her blonde hair swaying with each step. Her blue eyes meet yours directly, without hesitation or coyness.

"Master," she says, stopping before you. Her athletic frame is relaxed but her expression carries something more deliberate than usual. "I would like tonight."

Behind her, Prim watches from her seat, pink hair framing a face that shows neither jealousy nor surprise. If anything, she looks pleased. Her fingers tap against the table in a quiet rhythm, her sheer pink dress shifting as she leans back.

Alicia continues, her voice steady. "I've been thinking about something. About what comes next for Prim and me." She glances back at the pink-haired princess, then returns her gaze to you. "But that can wait until after."

The hall is quiet enough that her words carry. Shirley raises her amber eyes from her conversation with Lisara, watching with a warm half-smile. Lacus tilts her head curiously from her seat beside the now-empty chair where Euphemia sat. Charlotte's blue eyes flick toward you with measured interest before returning to whatever Milly is explaining about household logistics.

Laura's ice-blue gaze tracks the interaction with visible calculation, her military mind cataloging another data point about how the household operates. Orihime simply smiles, grey eyes bright with genuine happiness for her friend.

Alicia stands before you, waiting. Her blue bikini armor leaves little to imagination, the athletic curves of her body on full display, her posture that of a warrior who has chosen her moment deliberately rather than on impulse.

You close the distance between yourself and Alicia in a single step. Her blue eyes widen slightly, not with surprise but with the particular brightness of anticipation confirmed. Your hand finds the curve of her jaw, tilting her face upward as you lean down and press your lips to hers.

The kiss is slow. Deliberate. You taste the faint sweetness of the evening's wine on her mouth as your tongue traces her lower lip. Alicia's breath catches against your mouth, her athletic body going still for a heartbeat before she responds, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. The main hall watches in comfortable silence. Prim's pink hair shifts as she leans forward slightly in her chair, her grey-green eyes soft with something warmer than mere observation.

You break the kiss and slide one arm beneath Alicia's knees, the other around her back. She gasps as you lift her from the ground with effortless ease, her blue bikini armor pressing against your chest. Her blonde hair spills over your arm as she looks up at you, cheeks flushed pink beneath her tan.

"Master," she breathes.

You carry her through the hallway. The door opens at your approach. You set her on the bed, the white sheets crisp beneath her weight, and her fingers move instinctively toward the clasps of her blue bikini armor. You brush her hands aside gently, finding the catches yourself. The armored pieces come away piece by piece, revealing the toned curves beneath. Her white miniskirt follows, then her stockings, peeled down her athletic legs with deliberate care until she lies bare before you on the bed.

Your mouth finds her collarbone first, then the swell of her breast, then the plane of her stomach. Alicia's fingers thread through your hair as you kiss lower, her breathing growing shallow. When your tongue finally presses between her folds, she arches off the mattress with a sharp cry, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.

You take your time with her. Three climaxes build and break beneath your affectionate kiss, each one drawing louder sounds from the princess-knight than the last. Her usual confident composure dissolves into breathless moans, her hips rolling against your tongue with increasing desperation. By the third, she is pulling at your hair, her voice cracking on your name.

When her trembling subsides, you clean her with Prestidigitation and settle beside her on the bed. Alicia turns her flushed face toward you, blue eyes still hazy with satisfaction but carrying that deliberate weight from earlier.

"I wanted to talk about Prim and me," she says, her voice rough. "About whether we're ready for more."

You trace a finger along her jaw. "My rule is that I always wait until the next encounter to talk about it before starting. So I'll ask you to confirm your choice in the morning."

Alicia blinks, then laughs. A genuine, surprised sound that shakes her bare shoulders. "You're serious."

"Always."

She shakes her head, a rueful smile curving her lips. "Fine. Morning it is." She pauses, then adds more quietly, "Prim already knows I was going to ask. She's been thinking about it too."

You pull the covers over her naked form and press a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes are already drifting closed, the exhaustion of three climaxes pulling her toward sleep.

You leave Alicia sleeping peacefully, her blonde hair fanned across the pillow, and step back into the hallway. The manor is quiet at this hour, the candles dimming to their evening low as the Unseen Servants adjust the lighting throughout the corridors.

The main hall has thinned somewhat since you departed with Alicia. The long table now holds fewer occupants, though conversation still flows in comfortable clusters. Laura and Orihime have moved closer together on the same side of the table, Orihime gesturing animatedly while Laura listens with her arms crossed, ice-blue eyes sharp but her posture less rigid than earlier. Whatever Orihime is describing has drawn a faint crease of concentration between Laura's brows.

Kallen sits with Yor now, the two women sharing a quiet exchange that seems more comfortable. Kallen's red hair catches the low candlelight as she leans back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, her pink bunny suit stretching across her athletic frame. Yor's violet eyes are soft, her casual clothes making her look almost domestic compared to the more elaborate outfits around the table.

Milly and Charlotte remain deep in conversation, their heads tilted toward each other. Charlotte's blue eyes carry a different quality than earlier, less guarded, more engaged. Whatever Milly has been explaining seems to have drawn genuine intellectual interest from the French pilot.

Neia and Fiona occupy another section of the table, their interaction more tentative. Neia's grey eyes dart between Fiona's composed silver-white hair and her own hands, clearly uncertain how to bridge the gap between her eagerness and the trained operative.

Shirley leans against Lisara's shoulder, amber eyes half-lidded with comfortable drowsiness. Lisara's auburn ponytail has come partially loose from the day's combat drills, strands framing her face as she absently plays with a bread roll.

Lacus sits alone near the center of the table, her white bunny suit pristine, pink hair falling in gentle waves around her shoulders. She watches the room with quiet contentment, her fingers tracing patterns on the wood grain.

As you enter, heads turn. Lacus's blue eyes brighten. Kallen raises an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. Charlotte's gaze flicks to you and away with intentional disinterest, though her fingers pause mid-gesture.

It is Prim who rises from her chair. The pink-haired princess crosses the hall with unhurried steps, her sheer pink dress shifting with each movement, the white panties visible beneath the translucent fabric as candlelight passes through. Her grey-green eyes meet yours with an expression that carries neither the boldness of Alicia nor the serenity of Euphemia, but something gentle. Certain.

"Alicia told me she was going to ask," Prim says softly, stopping before you. Her fingers interlace at her waist. A small smile curves her lips. "I want to be here when you accept. So I thought tonight would be good for us too."

She tilts her head, pink hair spilling over one shoulder. "If you want."

Behind her, Shirley lifts her head from Lisara's shoulder and offers a drowsy wave. Lacus watches with quiet interest. The hall is warm, the evening winding down, and Prim stands before you with the quiet certainty of someone who has made her decision long before this moment.

You look at Prim with a warm smile, then glance past her toward the table where Shirley's amber eyes are half-lidded, her head still resting against Lisara's shoulder. The orange-haired girl looks like she is already halfway to sleep.

"I'd like you and Shirley together tonight," you tell Prim. "She seems ready for bed, and I think the three of us would enjoy the evening."

Prim's grey-green eyes brighten. She turns to look at Shirley, then back to you with a soft nod. "That sounds nice. She looked comfortable earlier."

Prim crosses the hall and touches Shirley's shoulder gently. Shirley blinks awake, her amber eyes focusing with drowsy confusion before she registers Prim's face above her.

"Master wants us both tonight," Prim says simply.

Shirley's cheeks flush pink as she straightens up from Lisara's shoulder. "Oh. Both of us?" She glances toward you, then back at Prim, and a small smile curves her lips. "I was just thinking about bed, honestly. This sounds better than just sleeping."

Lisara gives Shirley a gentle nudge. "Go on. I'll hold your seat."

Shirley rises, smoothing her half-cup maid outfit. Her exposed breasts catch the candlelight as she stretches, working the stiffness from her neck. Prim takes her hand, and the two women walk toward you together, Shirley's steps slightly unsteady from drowsiness while Prim moves with quiet grace in her sheer pink dress.

You lead them down the hallway to Shirley's bedroom. The door opens at your touch, revealing the familiar space with its warm lighting and soft bedding. You guide Shirley to the bed first, unfastening the clasps of her maid outfit while Prim watches, her pink hair catching the glow of the bedside candles. Shirley's clothes fall away before she sits bare on the mattress, amber eyes looking up at you with that particular mixture of warmth and anticipation she has carried since her virginity night.

You lay her back against the pillows and position yourself between her thighs. Shirley gasps as you push inside her, her body still familiar with the sensation from nights past but no less responsive. Her fingers curl into the sheets as you set a slow, deep rhythm.

Prim settles beside Shirley on the bed, her sheer dress opening around her hips as she leans back against the headboard. You shift your attention between them, your mouth finding Prim's pussy while your hips maintain their steady pace with Shirley. Prim's breath hitches sharply, her fingers threading through your hair as your tongue traces deliberate patterns against her folds.

Shirley reaches for Prim's hand. Their fingers interlace on the pillow beside Shirley's head, the orange-haired girl squeezing tight as her first climax builds. She comes with a soft cry, her back arching, her walls clenching around you. You continue through her aftershocks, your tongue never stopping its work on Prim, who moans Shirley's name breathlessly.

Prim reaches her peak moments later, her thighs trembling on either side of your head, her free hand pressing against her mouth to muffle the sound. You bring Shirley to a second climax before finishing inside her with a groan, your hips pressed flush against hers.

Afterward, you clean both women with Prestidigitation and pull the covers over their tangled limbs. Shirley is already drifting, her head resting against Prim's shoulder. Prim's grey-green eyes meet yours in the dim light, her expression peaceful.

"Goodnight, Master," she whispers.

"I'll wake you up before Alicia." You press a kiss to each of their foreheads and step back into the hallway.