Chapter 770: Today, I belong to them

"Ah?!"

Of course, they didn’t get far before reality caught up with them.

The moment Nikolai stepped through the rear doors with the three women clinging around him, the distant streets beyond the Volkov estate reminded him why leaving the compound wasn’t particularly sensible.

Most of S-City remained under partial lockdown.

The roads closest to their territory were open enough for military vehicles and supply convoys, but the usual crowds were gone. Shops had shutters lowered, restaurants operated on skeleton staff, and ever since the Blood Moon appeared, several districts had already been ordered indoors before evening came.

Even from the garden, Nikolai could see armed SSS and police patrols moving along the outer perimeter of their territory.

’Yeah... taking three of my wives sightseeing probably isn’t the smartest idea.’

Clara didn’t seem to share his concern.

She tugged on his arm and pointed beyond the walls.

"Brother, can we not go into the city?"

Though her eyes scanned across the armed patrols like Nikolai, it seemed to a fairy like her that kind of thing didn’t mean anything. Her late father was a member of the SSS, and so was her brother Ryan in the past.

’She lacks common sense as a monster...’

Nikola couldn’t help but thank his father for holding back the younger werewolves from causing chaos during the blood moon. The bizarre situation likely relied on the words of Madoka, who held considerable clout within the SSS hierarchy.

’Yeah, this momentary peace could collapse with a single misunderstanding."

"I don’t think that’s the best idea right now, Clara."

"Ehhh?!"

"Don’t complain, brat. You know damn well why he said that." Anya pouted at the charming young fairy clinging to Nikolai’s arm. She then pointed towards the crimson moon hanging faintly above the buildings. "Half the city looks like it’s waiting for the apocalypse to start again. What exactly are we supposed to do outside? Walk past closed restaurants and soldiers?"

"...We could bully the soldiers."

"No, we can’t!" Nikolai pinched Clara’s cheek.

"Ow! It hurts~ you’re hurting me."

"Stop trying to corrupt my peaceful security."

"They’re already corrupt! Isn’t that what monsters and supernaturals are?"

"...Y-You?!"

Lunaria laughed softly beside them.

Unlike the younger pair, she didn’t seem particularly disappointed about remaining inside. Her silver eyes drifted across the gardens while one hand rested protectively against her stomach, and when she noticed how much more relaxed Nikolai seemed, her lips naturally curved into a playful grin.

"So where are we going?" Anya asked.

Nikolai glanced towards her.

"I thought you three were supposed to tell me."

"Huh?"

"This is your afternoon."

Clara immediately raised both hands.

"Bath!"

"No."

"Why?!"

"Because after the bath comes sex!"

"....."

All three of them just watched Clara with a strange expression, though she normally acted prim and proper in front of the babies or other wives. The second she was with Anya or Lunaria, Clara stopped acting.

No, it might be because Nikolai was here too.

’Well, a fairy isn’t quite the same as normal people... she probably feels something we cannot during sex.’

His guess wasn’t far off. For a fairy, a creature with immense spiritual energy, her nervous system and physical body were extremely sensitive and delicate. So, after being ravished by Nikolai the first time she experienced sex, it was like being hit on the lower spine with a metal bat.

Now, she craved and sought that immense feeling of being connected to him.

Akin to when a bird imprints on the first face it sees.

Clara’s body had imprinted Nikolai’s sex as something that brings relief, safety, warmth, happiness and unbelievable pleasure that only a fairy could enjoy.

Anya nodded seriously while glancing towards Nikolai’s crotch, her eyes glowing with a sinister light. "Well, it is a convincing argument."

Nikolai stared at both of them before shaking his head. It seemed he should give up on romance and normal relationships with these two women. Meanwhile, Lunaria covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling.

"Why are you laughing?" Clara complained.

"Because you’ve both spent five minutes trying to turn this rare date into a raging orgy."

"Isn’t that how dates work?"

"...Who taught you that?"

Her eyes moved towards Nikolai.

Anya’s followed.

Lunaria’s followed as well.

Nikolai sighed.

’Of course... this is my fault, right? Yes... everything is my fault.’

"Fine, although we can’t go into the city. I don’t think somewhere close by would be an issue; if need be, we can bring an entire brigade of maids. The bath can wait."

"Yet?" Anya immediately caught the word.

"Don’t push your luck."

Clara clung to his arm again.

"Then I want sweets."

"You were eating desserts ten minutes ago in the dining room..." Anya grumbled, maybe remembering how Clara ate half of her pudding without a single ounce of guilt.

"Hmph! Don’t you know that a fairy has five different stomachs for dessert?!"

"Ridiculous! Look at that fat little pouch growing!"

"Kyaaa!"

Anya rushed up to Clara and began to fondle and squeeze her small belly, causing the fairy to squeak and squeal while flapping her wings as if to escape.

A smile grew on his lips as Nikolai watched them.

That’s when a sultry voice blew into his ear from the side.

"Honey."

Lunaria’s delicate fingers cupped his cheeks, turning him to face her. She stood closer than usual, letting her scent waft into his nostrils as their lips brushed against each other. "It’s quite fun watching those foolish girls, right? Fufu." Her laugh was so sexy and nasal that he almost lost control.

’Damn it... the fox was meant to be only Kumiko!’

"L-Luna..."

"Mmmmmmh, your breath smells like chocolate and coffee... how about you let me have a little taste?"

Nikolai barely had enough time to answer before her lips closed over his.

"Mmph..."

Unlike Clara’s greedy little kisses or Anya’s aggressive way of trying to dominate his mouth, Lunaria kissed him slowly, almost lazily, as though she had all afternoon to enjoy the taste she’d asked for. Her fingers remained against his cheeks while the tip of her tongue brushed his lower lip, stealing the lingering sweetness of coffee and chocolate before she finally pulled away.

"Haa..."

Lunaria’s silver eyes curved into crescents.

"Much better."

"...You could’ve just asked for some coffee."

"Where’s the fun in that?"

Nikolai stared at her for a moment before laughing beneath his breath. Maybe this was what he missed most about Lunaria. She rarely demanded anything, but whenever she decided she wanted something, the woman could become surprisingly shameless.

"Oi!"

Anya’s voice interrupted them.

Nikolai turned to find both younger women staring at the pair. Clara’s cheeks were puffed up while Anya crossed her arms beneath her breasts, wearing the kind of expression that promised trouble.

"What?"

"Nothing." Anya’s eyes narrowed. "I just think it’s interesting how someone said this afternoon belonged to the three of us."

Clara nodded rapidly.

"Mhm! And Luna already stole a kiss!"

Lunaria didn’t look remotely guilty.

"Then take one yourselves."

"...Huh?"

The matter-of-fact answer stunned both of them.

Nikolai laughed as Clara immediately fluttered forward, only for Anya to catch the back of her dress.

"Wait your turn!"

"Why?!"

"Because I was here first!"

"You were bullying me five seconds ago!"

While the pair started arguing again, Nikolai glanced around the grounds. The main garden stretched far beyond the mansion, with several private courtyards, ponds and old buildings that were rarely used anymore.

Then he remembered something.

"Actually..."

All three women stopped.

"There should still be that old glass pavilion near the eastern gardens."

Luna tilted her head before her eyes lit up. "Oh, you mean that one beside the lake? I didn’t think you had this kind of hobby, Kai."

"Mhm."

Anya’s expression changed.

"I thought nobody used that place anymore."

"Exactly."

Nikolai grinned.

"Though it’s not the date you both wanted, there will be no soldiers, meetings, no maids or servants unless we call them... and the kitchen can send over any dessert or coffee you all want..."

Clara’s eyes lit up.

"Can we bring wine?"

Whack!

"Ouch! ...Eh tu Anya?!"

"Stop copying the movie you watched last night and follow me."

Anya slapped the dark fairy on the head before dragging her towards the hidden garden, once used by Nikolai’s grandmother before her betrayal became known.

"Ack!? I’m being kidnapped, honey... darling... husband! Save me!"

Nikolai, however, turned a blind eye. A little tired from dealing with the high-energy girls, he hooked Anya’s loose arm and slowly began to escort her.

"Oh my, you’ve become quite the gentleman!"

He glanced back at her with a sneaky smile. "Only for the women who deserve it."

"H-Hey!" Anya seemed to have looked back at some point. "Tsk, this isn’t fair!" She then rushed towards him, slipping her arm through his before raising her eyes to stare into his. "This date actually sounds pretty good."

Lunaria joined his other side, her fingers naturally intertwining with his while Clara attached herself to his back like an oversized fairy-shaped backpack.

For once, Nikolai didn’t complain.

The glass pavilion wasn’t far, maybe ten minutes through the private gardens, but with three women hanging from him and arguing about what sweets and drinks they wanted brought over, the walk would probably take twice as long.

However, he just didn’t care right now.

All that flowed through his head was the soft sensation of their bodies pressing against various parts of his body. Maybe their subtle groping and touches were a little obvious in what they wanted to achieve.

But today, he belonged to them.

They could molest and fondle him all they liked.