Chapter 175: +18 Performance and conversation. Tomorrow’s pairs. Bedtime Begins.

Behind her, the household continues their evening conversations at a slightly lower volume. Charlotte refills her tea. Kallen argues with Shirley about something. The fire crackles.

You rise, wiping your lips, and find her staring at you with an expression of bewildered wonder. Her cheeks are crimson, her blonde hair disheveled, her robe pooled around her elbows. She looks nothing like the composed noble who sat on your lap thirty minutes ago.

"That," she manages, her voice hoarse. "That was."

She does not finish the sentence.

You press a gentle kiss to Angelica's lips, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint sweetness of her arousal. Then you descend again, your mouth finding each nipple in turn, tongue circling the stiff peaks while she shudders beneath you. She whimpers softly, her fingers threading through your hair with uncertain grip.

You scoop her up in a princess carry, her robe falling closed around her body as you lift her from the table. She clings to your neck, red eyes still glazed, her blonde hair spilling over your arm. You carry her around the table toward Kallen and Shirley, who have been maintaining their argument with suspicious volume.

You set Angelica down gently between them on the bench. She sits with wobbly dignity, pulling her robe tighter.

"Thank them," you tell her. "For pretending their argument was loud enough to cover you."

Angelica's crimson cheeks deepen. She looks between the two redheads with mortified gratitude. "Thank you," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kallen grins, tossing her red ponytail. "You're welcome. Though I wasn't pretending. Shirley genuinely doesn't understand basic training principles."

"I understand them perfectly," Shirley retorts, amber eyes sparkling. "I just think there are better ways to build endurance than running in circles."

You settle into a chair between Olivia and Orihime, your erection pressing visibly against your trousers. You free it with casual ease, the hard length standing proud as you wrap one arm around each woman. Olivia stiffens at the sight, her green eyes going wide. Orihime merely glances down nervously, her auburn hair brushing your shoulder.

"It took you all several days to be comfortable with this," you announce to the room, your hand sliding up Orihime's thigh beneath her festival miko outfit while your other palm cups Olivia's hip through her cotton shirt. "I'm almost impressed."

Charlotte sets her teacup down with a precise click. "Some of us required less adjustment than others."

"Charlotte was staring at each of us for forty seconds straight the first time," Milly counters with a knowing smile.

"I was observing," Charlotte says coolly. "There is a difference."

You turn your attention to Lisara, who has been watching from across the table with warm amusement. "Lisara. Would you please put on a performance for Olivia and Orihime."

Lisara rises without hesitation, her auburn hair swaying as she approaches. She straddles your lap facing the room, her charcoal sportswear already being pulled aside as she positions herself above your cock. She sinks down with a moan, her hips rolling as she takes you fully.

"There we go," she breathes, settling into a steady rhythm.

Your hands find Orihime's breast through the thin miko fabric, squeezing gently while your mouth finds Olivia's neck. Olivia gasps, her body trembling against you, unused to being touched so casually in front of others. Orihime leans into your palm with soft contentment, her eyes half-closed.

Lisara rides you with confident rolls of her hips, her sportswear bunched around her waist, her expression one of open pleasure rather than performance.

"So," Neia says from across the table, her sharp eyes watching Lisara with analytical interest rather than embarrassment. "How long did it take everyone? I think I was comfortable by day three."

"Day four for me," Shirley admits. "Though that might be because I was too determined to notice anyone else."

Kallen snorts. "Day five. And I still think it's weird."

"You were the one who suggested the loud argument," Shirley points out.

"That was tactical cover, not acceptance."

Lisara laughs breathlessly mid-ride, her rhythm stuttering. "You are all ridiculous. It took me one afternoon."

"You were the first," Milly reminds her. "You didn't have anyone else's reaction to gauge against."

"Only Enri, I gave my virginity first. But we were together from the start. He made it a point for us to be together a lot."

Angelica sits between Kallen and Shirley, her red eyes darting between the casual conversation and the spectacle of Lisara riding you while you grope two other women, her noble mind struggling to reconcile what she is witnessing with what she was taught a proper household should look like.

You alternate between Orihime's soft lips and Olivia's hesitant mouth, kissing one then the other while Lisara rides you with increasing urgency. Your hands slide down from their hips, fingers hooking beneath Orihime's skirt to find her panties and tugging them down. Olivia's cotton shorts follow, both garments bunched at mid-thigh. Your hands reach beneath, palms cupping warm flesh, fingers finding wet heat.

Orihime gasps against your mouth, her thighs spreading wider instinctively. Olivia stiffens, a strangled sound escaping her throat as your fingers trace her slit for the first time. Her body clenching around your exploring touch with virginal tension.

Lisara's rhythm breaks. Her hips slam down, her back arching, her auburn hair cascading as she throws her head back with a loud moan. You meet her climax with your own, releasing deep inside her while your fingers work both women in your hands. Lisara shudders through her peak, grinding against you in slow circles as she comes down.

You do not stop your hands. Your fingers stroke Orihime's clit in soft circles while your other hand pets Olivia's folds with gentler pressure, learning her responses. Lisara lifts herself off your lap with a satisfied sigh, settling into the chair beside you.

"To join your conversation," you say, your voice steady despite the pleasure radiating from your fingertips. "I dreamed of this kind of lifestyle for years. Since I was roughly eleven."

Charlotte raises an eyebrow. "You dreamed of groping multiple women simultaneously while another rides you?"

"Not specifically that," you admit with a chuckle, your thumb circling Orihime's clit as she whimpers softly. "But this. All of this. A life where I could do everything I wanted. Where the impossible was just Tuesday."

Milly tilts her head, blue eyes analytical. "You say that as though it were unattainable."

"Because it was," you reply. "I always knew it would never be real. I spent years reading and watching fictional stories." Your fingers slide the first knuckle into Orihime, finding the spot that makes her hips buck. Olivia trembles beside you, her green eyes wide as your touch builds arousal in her body. "Characters I loved. Worlds I wanted to visit. Women I knew I would never see in person, much less be with."

Kallen's red brows furrow. "You are talking about us? Specifically?"

"You and many others," you confirm. "I watched your stories. Read them. Lived them vicariously because I believed with absolute certainty that they were fiction and nothing more."

Shirley's amber eyes widen with sudden understanding. "That is how you chose us. Why you looked for timelines in which we would suffer or die."

"Yes."

Orihime cries out softly, her thighs clamping around your hand as her climax hits. Her body shudders, her auburn hair falling across your shoulder as she collapses against you. Olivia follows moments later, her orgasm quieter but no less intense, her breath hitching in rapid stutters as your fingers bring her to a peak she clearly never expected.

The room has gone very still.

Charlotte sets down her teacup with deliberate care. "You are telling us that we are characters from stories in your original world."

"Stories I consumed obsessively because I had nothing else," you say simply. "And now I look around this room and see faces I memorized from screens and pages. Women I spent years wishing were real."

Neia leans forward, her sharp eyes bright with fascination rather than alarm. "Hearing it again, explains so much about how you operate. You knew our capabilities before we demonstrated them."

"Capabilities at the time, yes. But not your potentials or choices in different circumstances." you confirm.

Angelica sits between Kallen and Shirley, her red eyes darting between you and the women you just brought to climax on either side of your chair. Her expression is unreadable, processing yet another impossible revelation layered atop an already overwhelming day.

You raise your voice over the comfortable murmur of conversation, your hands still resting on Olivia's and Orihime's thighs where their pants remain bunched at mid-thigh. Lisara has settled into the adjacent chair, auburn hair mussed and a satisfied flush across her cheeks.

"Before I start stealing you all to put you to sleep," you announce, "it's a good time to decide tomorrow's new pairings."

The room shifts attention toward you. Kallen props her chin on her hand. Charlotte sets aside her teacup with renewed analytical interest. Angelica sits between Kallen and Shirley looking like she has been hit by a carriage and enjoyed it.

"Arche gets her choice of new helper with the twins," you continue. "And, Neia goes with Lucy to Amagi Park. Beyond that, remember the point is pairing with those you know the least."

Neia brightens immediately. "Lucy and I haven't spent much time together. She seems nervous around me though."

"She is nervous around everyone at first," Yor says quietly from across the table. "But she calms quickly once she realizes you are not going to hurt her. The park helps."

Arche taps her chin thoughtfully. "A new helper with the twins. Someone patient who does not mind multiplication tables and bedtime stories."

"I volunteer," Villetta says, her dark skin catching the firelight. "The twins chose me yesterday and it went well."

Arche shakes her head gently. "You helped yesterday. The point is spreading familiarity. Who has barely spoken to Kuuderika and Ureirika?"

Silence stretches for a moment.

Lacus raises her hand with a small smile. "I have barely spoken to them at all, actually. They seem sweet."

"Lacus with Arche and the twins then," you confirm.

Charlotte leans forward, blue eyes calculating. "The principle is unfamiliarity. Then I should pair with someone I have had minimal interaction with." Her gaze sweeps the room. "Olivia. We have exchanged perhaps twelve words total."

Olivia blinks, still flushed from her first orgasm. "Sure. I mean. Yes."

Milly claps her hands together. "That leaves the rest of us. Shirley, we haven't had time to talk about your changes sense arriving."

Shirley tilts her head, amber eyes considering. "Works for me. Kallen can take someone else."

"I was going to suggest that," Kallen mutters, though her red ponytail swishes with reluctant amusement.

Kallen's eyes find Fiona across the table. The silver-haired operative meets her gaze evenly. "We have not been paired yet," Fiona observes.

"Fine," Kallen says. "But I am not calling you ma'am."

"I would not ask you to."

Euphemia turns to Prim with gentle warmth. "We have not spent a day together, have we?"

Prim shakes her pink hair. "Not alone. I would like that."

"Then Euphemia and Prim," you confirm. "That leaves Yor with Laura, and Orihime with Angelica."

Angelica looks at Orihime with uncertain gratitude. Orihime beams at her, auburn hair catching the light. "I will show you the shrine maiden outfit options tomorrow. You would look beautiful in the white one."

"I do not even know what that means," Angelica admits softly.

"That is the point," you say. "Getting to know each other."

Enri stretches her arms above her head, her sundress riding up slightly. "What about me?"

"Take tomorrow for yourself. You usually have the goblins to attend to as well as mediating with the village."

Enri considers this. "I might visit the village mayor. He has been asking about the manor."

Charlotte produces a small notebook from somewhere in her blouse and begins writing the pairings down with precise strokes. "Lacus and Arche's twins. Charlotte and Olivia. Milly and Shirley. Kallen and Fiona. Euphemia and Prim. Yor and Laura. Orihime and Angelica. Neia and Lucy at the park. Enri and her goblins. " She looks up.

"Correct?"

"Almost, Villetta and Alicia. Lisara can join Enri in checking if the village." you confirm.

You survey the room with practiced eyes, assessing who looks most worn. Lucy sits slumped against Enri's shoulder, her pink sundress rumpled and her eyes heavy-lidded from a day of running through the park. Her small frame has gone boneless with exhaustion, her head lolling slightly.

"Lucy first," you announce, rising from your chair.

Enri shifts, green eyes soft. "She barely made it through dinner. Three bowls of stew and then she just stopped moving."

You lift the diclonius girl with gentle care. She weighs almost nothing, her body curling instinctively against your chest as you carry her from the hall. Her invisible vectors manifest briefly, brushing against your arms in sleepy recognition before retreating. You take her to her room in the Nazarick, tucking her beneath soft blankets, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She is asleep before you finish pulling the covers up.

When you return, Angelica is the next obvious choice. She sits between Kallen and Shirley with her robe pulled tight, blonde hair disheveled, red eyes glazed from two climaxes and the overwhelming revelations of the evening. Her noble composure has finally cracked into genuine fatigue.

"Come," you tell her, extending your hand.

She takes it without protest. You guide her down the corridor to her assigned room, the one with bookshelves and a writing desk. You lay her on the bed and gently push her robe open. She watches you with drowsy surrender as you settle between her thighs, your mouth finding her still-sensitive flesh. She gasps, her fingers threading weakly through your hair, her hips rolling once before going still. You work her gently, building slowly, and she comes apart with a soft cry that fades into a whimper. Her eyes close before you finish cleaning her with your tongue.

Olivia is next. Sits at the table with her arms crossed, her stiff shoulders betraying exhaustion from four hours of sword training. You scoop her up without ceremony and she yelps, green eyes wide.

"I can walk," she protests.

"And I can carry My Olivia."

In her sparse room is a training dummy, you lay her back on her small bed and pull off her cotton shorts. She trembles as your mouth descends, her wiry body tensing then releasing in waves. Her first orgasm from your tongue is sharper than the one from your fingers, her back arching off the bed. You continue until a second builds and crests, her thighs clamping around your head as she bites down on her own forearm to muffle her cry. She is unconscious within thirty seconds of you pulling the blanket over her.

Lisara intercepts you in the hallway on your way back, her auburn hair still loose, charcoal sportswear disheveled from riding you earlier. She catches your arm with warm confidence.

"My turn properly," she says. "You finished inside me earlier but I want more than just the ride."

You take her to her room. She strips her sportswear with familiarity, her toned body settling beneath you as you position yourself between her legs. You push inside her already-wet folds and she sighs contentedly, her legs wrapping around your hips. You take her slowly, building her to a shuddering climax before filling inside her again. She falls asleep with her cheek pressed to your chest, your cock still buried within her.

You extract yourself carefully and return to the main hall. The remaining women look up expectantly.