Lazy Salvation Lap Full of Trouble

Clack…

While Ashen and Alice were downstairs, each busy in their own little world, Seraphine had just stepped out of the bathroom after enjoying a long bubble bath.

After throwing on a sleeveless, lightweight top that exposed most of her cleavage and belly, and slipping into soft cotton minishorts, Seraphine decided to head downstairs just like that.

Anyway, she enjoyed staying lightly clothed in her own house, and since only Ashen and Alice were downstairs, she did not care.

When she reached the living room, she found them lounging on the biggest sofa, with Alice’s legs taking up most of the space and leaving nothing for her.

With a faint pout, she marched forward before gingerly taking hold of her thighs and folding them aside. Alice seed too absorbed in whatever novel she was reading and did not resist.

Now that Ashen’s lap was free for the taking, Seraphine grinned and wasted no ti plopping her fat rear onto it. Ashen was still in his pajamas, so she could clearly feel his body heat and the contours of his muscles.

After she had had her fill of snuggling into the man, not unlike a lazy cat, and still not getting the reaction she wanted, she started fiddling with her phone out of boredom.

Only then did she realize that he was deep in thought, and when he was like this, so long as there was no danger around, he would not react even if he were slapped across the face.

Probably.

Everyone in his little harem knew this quirk of his, and they agreed not to disturb him when he was like this unless it was absolutely necessary, because nearly every ti, after he finished whatever plotting he had been doing in his head, he would co up with a genius idea or point out a blind spot they had not accounted for.

So Seraphine decided to obediently stay where she was until he was done. She did not even dare tease him with her ass anymore.

…She never expected to be the one teased instead.

While his mind was far away, his body and instincts were very much present. The mont one of his won climbed onto his lap and settled in for cuddles, his hand moved on its own, sliding up to cup and knead her breast.

Seraphine got startled at the sudden contact, then looked up at him in bewildernt. He was still wearing that distant, thoughtful expression, eyes unfocused. He wasn’t even looking at her.

It appeared that what his hands were doing was completely unconscious.

She shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips, and decided to simply enjoy the ‘massage.’

Unfortunately, Seraphine did not get to enjoy it for much. Or maybe she was enjoying it too much?

His hands grew bolder and more aggressive. But every ti she approached the edge, his touch would slow or lighten, leaving her trembling and frustrated. She had to bite back her moans so she wouldn’t disturb him—or Alice, who was still peacefully reading beside them.

She felt like a stress ball in his hands, squeezed and fondled to help him center his thoughts.

But they had promised not to disturb him. That ant staying right where she was… and letting his hands wreck her as he pleased.

In the end, the aching need between her thighs beca unbearable. Seraphine shifted slightly and began rubbing herself against his knee, grinding in slow, frantic circles while his fingers continued their unintentional molesting.

“Ahhh~~”

Between the waves of unintended pleasure, a hazy thought drifted through her mind.

Was he really not doing this on purpose…?

But Ashen had no idea of the lewd spectacle unfolding on his lap. He had already slipped into the dreamscape, the place where his thoughts flowed most clearly.

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‘Should I just go ahead and destroy their starship vessel project?’ he mused to himself. ‘It was bound to be a failure in the end anyway…’

Then he narrowed his eyes.

‘Though it will not be as easy as I first thought. ssing with them will be equivalent to ssing with their backers, after all.’

‘Should I ask uncle to clean this up…?’

He shook his head.

‘That will make him partial to one faction over the other, and I do not know what kind of friction that would cause.’

‘Besides…’

He did not even know if his uncle disagreed with this approach. After all, looking at it from an objective standpoint, fleeing in this situation is a logical and correct choice. At least, leaving a seed of revival for their race in the vast sea of stars appeared to be reasonable.

He raised his head and looked at the fake sky full of stars.

‘Then… should I just let them be?’

Every person boarding that vessel in the end, aside from the powerless civilians, would be an irredeemable coward. So why should he risk himself and his people for them?

His eyes hardened, almost turning bloodshot.

‘If they insist on being foolish, let them die in their foolishness.’

But with each word that ford in his mind, he felt as though he were the one sentencing them to death.

‘Fuck this…’

He really did not care for the cowards, or what beca of them after they fled the planet. But he could not, in good conscience, turn a blind eye to the powerless humans they would drag along with them.

‘...’

His fist clenched and unclenched, while his mind weighed every variable, trying to co up with a decision.

In the end, he slumped onto his back with a deep sigh.

‘Fine… let’s destroy the damn project.’

A crooked smile found his face.

‘If you are so eager to die, then die protecting your land, you miserable fuckers.’

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When Ashen brought his mind back to reality, he doubted for a second that he was still dreaming.

Lowering his head, he glanced down and found a heavily breathing, half-naked woman with tears glistening in her eyes and a blush that painted most of her face all the way to her ears.

“Sera… what are you doing?”

As he noticed how his fingers were stained with her fluids, he quickly pieced together what had happened while he was lost in thought. By the amount of liquid staining the sofa, this woman had apparently climaxed at least a dozen tis on his lap.

“Hngg, hi~