Case 222: Young moms vs daughters.
''Ooh...''
''So soft...''
Surrounded by six curious won poking at their cheeks or stroking their heads, the two young girls can't help but be a bit overwheld. It has been like this for almost half a day.
Ever since I sent the first family picture of Emy, Elysia, Stella, and onto the group chat, it has been like this. The other four rushed over so fast I thought they were stalking us while we were making out for a mont.
Afterward, it was raining questions and cuddles to oblivion. I thought for a mont Liana or Tina would be so jealous they would demand a child for themselves, but it seems all negative emotions disappeared the mont they saw these angels.
Sitting squarely on Emy's lap, they look like tender kittens waiting to be petted. They gaze nervously around yet earnestly accept kinship left and right.
Words can't describe how adorable my treasures are.
''M-Mama...''
Eventually, though, Stella seems to have grown bored of this. She calls out to , who's sitting beside Emy, and tugs my hand, appearing quite pitiful.
Imdiately, a surge of protective instinct runs over my body. I remove my fiancés' hands using telekinesis and sternly block them with my arms.
''No touching.''
As soon as I say that, the faces of the four—one elf, one human, one dragon, and one cat girl—turn sour. Maybe it's because they want to pet my daughters again, or if I were to be a bit narcissistic, they're reacting like this because I am rarely showing hostility. Usually, I'm super easygoing with them...
But so what? Elysia and Stella are my daughters!
''My daughters are not dolls to cuddle!''
'''' ... ''''
Ah. Crap. They're super mad now.
''That can't be helped, then.''
''Ah~Ah... I also want a daughter now...''
''I know, right? If only there were soone who could bear our child...''
Shit. It's serious if even Liana and Tina are teaming up like this. I an, 'our'? Since when did they learn to co-exist like this?
In any case, I need to fix the situation before they make a cumdumpster for a whole week. Unfortunately, I don't have ti for this act right now.
''Well, well... Let's calm down, shall we?'' I clap my palms together before my face, winking and smiling.
Perhaps moved by my genuine plea, in addition to the fact that there are minors present, the four finally give up. After reorganizing the party for a while, we get into the main matter right away.
Of course, Elysia is sitting on my lap while Stella is on Emy's. Let's ignore the cat for now.
''So... What did you gather in the last twenty-four hours?'' I begin.
''Almost nothing.'' Liana sighs. ''No matter what tricks we use, no one talks about the reason why the gates are closed.''
''For your information, they were not lying.'' Sariel adds. ''It is likely that they genuinely didn't know.''
So this is all the governnt's doing? Noted.
''Hm... How about that side?'' I turn to the other team.
''Nothing here either.'' Tina shakes her head. ''We even tried to go to an underground pub, but nothing ca up.''
''We had to disguise as a couple to get the ticket for so reason...'' Anna laughs awkwardly.
When Anna ntions that, I notice both she and Tina unconsciously put a finger on their lips. So they kissed? Noted.
I wanna see that so bad, though.
Nevertheless, it seems we have to modify our operation imdiately. Even from this place, I can already see a castle of sorts in the distance. That's probably where the rmaid Queen resides.
So...
As everyone focuses on , the leader, I determinedly speak up.
''For the next phase, I suggest we continue to dig deeper into this secret.'' I say, pinching Elysia's fluffy cheeks. ''Liana's team will investigate the underground space. I'm talking about extracting information from the secret organizations hiding in the shadows.''
''Got that.''
With Sariel there, I don't think there is any danger. Let's believe her.
''As for Tina's team... I want you two to search the libraries and such for news regarding the rmaid Queen's big project. Be careful not to get exposed.''
''I understand.''
"And finally... Emy and I will try to sneak into the palace over there. Worst case, I'll get permission from my father and force my way through directly. Any question?"
'''' No. ''''
''Good. Now, let us begin the operation!''
With that, my fiancés, except Emy, each give a goodbye kiss and my daughters a pat before exiting the room. Now then, we should...
''Mhm...''
Hearing Emy's tired yawn, I am once again reminded of how brutally enduring and intense yesterday's session was. We stayed up all night doing nothing but leaving our bodies run wild. For as much as I can rember, we were connected for every single mont.
''...Let's just sleep.''
Like so, holding my newlyborn daughters, Emy and I head to the bed. After being petted for so long, it seems my angels are tired as well.
''It's mama's soft chest...''
''I'm jealous...''
Hey, hey, Emy's chest is big, too, alright?
In any case, after putting the two little girls in the middle, I belatedly find out that I can't hug Emy anymore. Always being in soone's embrace for so long, now I feel weird.
Still, sleep cos in like a truck, and when I realize my surroundings again, the sun has already risen... Or not. There's only one perpetual moon here.
But it's morning, and Elysia is sohow sucking on my boob. So that's why I felt tickled.
Looking around, I see Emy's back in the kitchen, likely cooking up breakfast. So it's my duty to wake these two up.
''Wake up, my daughters...''
Unfortunately, children tend to sleep a lot, so it takes quite a while for both of them to beco fully awake. Brushing their teeth, combing their hair, and washing their faces is easy since I have magic, but I honestly don't know what to do with them from that point onward.
Oh, wait, are they supposed to take care of themselves in the first place?
They did say they were both eleven, after all.
''Hm...''
What do I do now...??
Confused, I pace around the room for a while, watching my daughters idling around.
''Do you guys need sothing, perhaps...?''
Imdiately, Elysia raises her hand.
''I want milk.''
''We want your milk! The delicious one!'' Stella follows.
What the fuck is the 'delicious one'?? Are there good breast milk and bad ones?? And why are they still craving breast milk when they're eleven...?!
How the fuck did you raise them, Sylvia?!?
''Breakfast.''
Right then, Emy, my savior, arrives like a god, saving the situation by offering so absolutely delicious-looking pancakes. That distracts the two's attention imdiately, allowing to request support.
''Emy, help ...''
Helpless, I can only rely on my capable wife. Also, I already miss her hug after just a night, so don't mind ...
''What's wrong?'' She asks, stroking my back.
''I don't know how to handle children...''
'' neither.''
''...''
''...''
We're fucked, aren't we?
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