The four of us stepped into the room together, the door closing softly behind us, sealing the space.
"So... this is going to be my first ti having sex with Leon together with you, right, Charlotte?" Myrcella said, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and sothing a little more excited beneath it.
"Well... I guess it would be," Charlotte replied, shifting her weight slightly as if she didn’t quite know where to put herself. "It’s kind of... a little nerve-wracking, you know? Being in bed with a King... that alone already makes my chest feel like it’s going crazy. And then the Commander too? That’s... a lot."
Lilia didn’t seem affected by any of that. She had already started unbuttoning her uniform, one button after another, like this was just another routine for her. There was no hesitation in her actions or even awkward pauses. When she was done, she slipped the commander’s uniform off her body in one smooth motion, letting it fall away as if it had never mattered to begin with.
anwhile, Myrcella was having a much harder ti.
She reached behind herself, trying to pull down the zipper of her dress, but her fingers struggled to get a proper grip.
"This is exactly why I hate wearing dresses," she muttered, sounding more annoyed than embarrassed, though there was a bit of both in there.
"You’ll be wearing that from now on," Lilia said without even looking at her. "Since you can’t present yourself in public without maintaining your dignity, it’s only natural."
"Well... I guess I don’t really have a choice," Myrcella replied with a small sigh. Then, after a brief pause, a faint smile crept onto her lips. "At least this gives an excuse to have Leon remove my clothes every ti."
I exhaled quietly through my nose at that. She really knew how to twist things into her favor. Couldn’t even argue with it either. Not that I wanted to.
"Co here," I said, gesturing for her to move closer.
She walked over without resistance and turned her back toward , her posture straight, though there was a slight tension in her shoulders. I reached for the zipper, feeling just how tightly the dress hugged her fra. It wasn’t just tight, it was restrictive in a way that made it obvious she had been holding herself together the entire ti she wore it.
I pulled the zipper down slowly.
As it slid open, the tension in her body eased almost instantly. It was subtle at first, then more noticeable, like she had been holding her breath all day without realizing it.
"Huuu... I swear, I feel like I’ve been suffocating in this thing the entire day," she said, letting out a long breath. "Good thing it’s finally over."
Once the zipper was fully undone, she unclasped part of the dress, and the wide skirt that had been flaring outward dropped down to her knees. The shift in weight made a soft sound as it settled, leaving her standing there in nothing but her tight corset.
A faint sheen of sweat covered her skin, and it was obvious that finally being free from the layers allowed her body to breathe again.
At the sa ti, Lilia had already finished undressing completely. She stood there in her lingerie, composed as always, like none of this was anything out of the ordinary for her.
"I think... I might’ve made a mistake coming here..." Charlotte suddenly said, her voice quieter than before.
"Why?" I asked, glancing at her.
"M-My body... there’s no way it can compare to Her Highness or the Commander," she admitted, her gaze shifting between Myrcella and Lilia. "I’m pretty sure I’d just look... out of place."
That kind of concern made sense.
Standing next to them wasn’t exactly easy.
Lilia’s body was the result of constant training, lean and well-defined without being excessive. There was a sharpness to her physique that made it hard to look away. At the sa ti, Myrcella carried herself with a different kind of appeal. Her body was toned, elegant, almost like sothing sculpted with intention. It wasn’t hard to see why she stood out.
"You have a very nice body too, Charlotte," Myrcella said, turning toward her. "I think it’s the kind of body Leon enjoys fucking the most."
That line almost made pause.
Out of context, that sounded way worse than it needed to. It made it seem like I had so very specific preference locked in, which wasn’t really the case. Sure, I appreciated softness, sothing with enough to hold onto, but that didn’t an I was limited to one type. It depended on the person, more than anything.
"Well, why don’t you show yourself too, Charlotte?" I said, keeping my tone steady. "Let see your body."
She hesitated for a mont, then slowly began removing her clothes. There was a bit of nervousness in the way she moved, like she wasn’t fully confident, but she didn’t stop.
Piece by piece, she revealed her skin.
Her complexion was smooth, her figure natural. Her breasts were modest, not as prominent as the others, but they still had a noticeable weight to them. Her proportions were balanced, familiar in a way that felt real rather than exaggerated.
Nothing about her made want to look away.
"Co here, Charlotte," I said again, this ti a little softer.
She stepped forward, a bit hesitant, but she didn’t pull back. Once she was close enough, I reached out and pulled her gently toward . Then I leaned in and kissed her.
Her lips were warm.
Soft, even.
There was a slight tension at first, like she wasn’t sure how to respond, but it didn’t last long. As the kiss deepened, she relaxed into it, her lips parting as I slipped my tongue inside.
"Leon..." Myrcella called out.
I turned toward her, and before I could say anything, her lips t mine. She didn’t hesitate, pressing herself closer as our tongues tangled together, moving instinctively, exchanging breath and warmth.
" too..." Lilia said.
I pulled away from Myrcella and turned to Lilia, closing the distance between us. Our lips t, and just like that, we were locked together, exchanging breath, our tongues moving against each other.
For a brief mont, everything felt like it blended together.
Then we parted.
I looked at the three of them.
They moved at the sa ti, stepping closer, closing whatever space remained between us.
Then all at once, their lips t mine.
It wasn’t clean or orderly. It was ssy in a way that made sense, three different pressures, three different rhythms, all converging at the sa point. Their breaths mixed with mine, their warmth overlapping.
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