"Professor Gabrielle is right, Professor Irene," Princess Titania said softly, her voice calm but firm as it echoed slightly within the steamy confines of the hot spring. She rested her hands against the smooth cobblestone floor and folded them gracefully, her upper body glistening under the misty haze as it remained half-subrged. Steam curled around her curves, the warmth of the spring making her skin look almost porcelain-like. "You cannot possibly support Leon alone. That burden isn't ant for just one person."
"The reason you refuse to join Master's harem... is because you hate , isn't it?" the woman nad Gabrielle asked, her tone surprisingly composed despite the clear tension in the air. Her arms crossed beneath her full, pregnant chest, drawing attention to the roundness of her belly. "If that's the case... then if I were to admit fault—if I wholeheartedly apologized for everything—would you even consider it?"
"What…!?" Irene's voice trembled, her eyes widening with disbelief. "You're willing to go that far? Just for to join Leon's harem? You, of all people? The proud, stubborn you?"
It was like her world had shifted slightly, sothing unthinkable unraveling before her.
Gabrielle exhaled slowly, then gently slid a hand down over the firm curve of her belly, caressing it with a tenderness that showed just how much she had changed. "Now that I'm going to be a mother," she murmured with a small, almost bittersweet smile on her lips, "I feel I don't have the right to be so obstinate anymore. Maybe this is what people an by maturing." Her eyes glimred faintly with emotion. "If the only reason you're holding yourself back from becoming Master's woman is because of , then I will apologize. I won't back down, however. Not now. Master has already conquered , body and soul. Without him, my life would lose all aning."
A heavy silence fell.
Well, not quite silence.
The low, rhythmic slaps of flesh and the sultry, breathless moans of pleasure echoed through the steamy room. Leon was still deep in the throes of sex with three won simultaneously, utterly consud in the act, seemingly unaware of the serious conversation unfolding nearby.
"If I were to apologize to you now," Gabrielle continued, her voice softer but unwavering, "would you be willing to have a threeso—or even a fourso—with Rose and ?"
"Huh!?" a startled voice cried out. A green-haired mature woman stiffened, her eyes wide with shock. That was undoubtedly Rose.
"I… I don't know," Irene admitted after a mont, her voice shaky and conflicted. "What happened back then… it wasn't sothing that can be forgiven so easily. Not to the point that it would just lead to a threeso between us."
"I understand," Gabrielle nodded slowly. "But… you're not saying no entirely. That ans… you're willing to reconsider, aren't you?"
Another mont passed, filled only by the background chorus of wet squelches, moans, and gasps.
"I don't know! I can't think clearly in this place!" Irene suddenly stood up, her movent swift and agitated. The water splashed dramatically around her body as she rose, droplets cascading down her skin. She wrapped a towel tightly around herself, the fabric clinging to her damp figure, and made for the exit.
Oh no, she's going to catch us!
Too late.
Her gaze flickered toward us, the ones hiding and watching.
"Oh…" she muttered under her breath, almost as if speaking to herself. "It really seems like Leon is dead serious about this whole 'conquering the world' thing… especially if he keeps luring won to this place." Her voice was resigned and bitterly amused. "Should I just accept it? No. I can't. My pride... the part of that wants a monogamous relationship... would never allow it." Without sparing another glance, she walked away, her silhouette slowly vanishing behind the rising steam as the door creaked open.
That door now stood wide open—and the won inside were no longer distracted.
Their eyes locked on us.
"Oh! Miss Zoey, Miss Chloe, and Miss Anne!" one of them called out, beaming with cheerful delight. It was Princess Titania herself. "Co on in! The hot spring here at the Leonamon Company is absolutely massive, so there's plenty of space for all three of you! Oh, but it seems Miss Zes isn't here… Was she perhaps sleeping?"
"Miss Zes was resting quietly, and we chose not to disturb her. As for our visit—Miss Chloe and Miss Zoey were both horny," Anne stated in her usual deadpan voice, the lack of emotion sohow making it even more embarrassing.
"Wh-W-What…!?" I stamred, face flushing in mortified panic. What the hell was this automata saying!? "I am not—!"
But before I could finish, my gaze drifted and t Leon's.
His eyes were locked on .
The mont our eyes t, it was like sothing inside him snapped. He suddenly thrust into the won with a renewed ferocity, fucking, fingering, and licking them with relentless passion.
The sounds of pleasure reached a new crescendo.
"Ahnnnnnnnn, nnnn, ahhhnnn, ahhhhhnnnn!!!"
"Nnnnhhhhhhhhh!!! Cumminggggggggggg...!"
"Hnngggggggggggggggg?! Nnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Each one of them ca violently, their bodies convulsing and shuddering as they moaned out their climaxes.
Then, without a word, Leon slowly pulled his cock out from the woman at the bottom of the tangled ss of bodies—and turned his head.
His eyes locked on us once again.
Chloe took the first step forward, her fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of her clothing. One by one, she peeled each layer off her body with unhurried grace, letting her garnts fall to the floor with a soft rustle that echoed faintly through the steamy chamber. Her bare skin shimred beneath the haze of the hot spring's mist, and her confidence was so natural, it made feel smaller just watching her.
"Wha…!?" I blurted out, my eyes wide in disbelief.
In contrast, I was still frozen in place, sprawled awkwardly across the smooth wooden floor. My heart thudded rapidly in my chest. My thoughts were spiraling. Was this really happening? Was I actually about to lose my virginity… here, in such a surreal and chaotic way? A part of scread that it was wrong. That it should've been tender, intimate... sothing out of a dream. Romantic.
And yet… sothing in moved.
Maybe it was the warmth of the spring air, the pressure of the mont, or the way everyone else carried themselves like it was perfectly natural. For whatever reason, I found myself walking forward—my hands trembling slightly as I unclothed myself and then covered myself with a towel. My skin prickled as the cool air kissed it briefly before the humid steam engulfed . I stepped into the spring, my entire body laid bare for everyone to see.
"Wow… Miss Zoey, you possess an incredibly beautiful figure," Princess Titania said, her voice genuine and filled with admiration as her gaze traveled along the lines of my form.
Wha…? Was she… serious?
"Even though it was hidden beneath the towel, the contours of your hips, the elegant definition of your waist, and the overall symtry of your body are truly breathtaking. Your figure is a flawless representation of feminine allure."
Suddenly, I could feel it... every single gaze in the room shifted, all of them now locked onto . It was suffocating and electrifying at the sa ti, like I was standing in a spotlight I never asked for. The heat in my cheeks burned even hotter than the spring itself.
"What's your diet, Miss Zoey?" Princess Titania asked, her tone casual, as if we were simply chatting in a café.
"N-Nothing at all. I just eat normally…" I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "U-Um… do I really have that kind of body…?"
Even though I didn't an to, my eyes instinctively drifted to Leon. I didn't even realize it at first, but it felt like that question was directed at him other than anyone else.
"You do," Leon answered. "In fact, I've wanted to have sex with you from the very first mont I laid eyes on you."
There wasn't a hint of sha or hesitation in his tone.
My heart nearly exploded.
That one line alone was enough to make my breath hitch and my stomach flip. And yet, this guy just stood there and said it like it was the most casual statent in the world? He was infuriating. Arrogant. Shaless. And yet… sohow, still disarmingly genuine.
To hell with this guy...
"Y-You're just saying that because you want to have sex with ," I shot back, trying to hold onto whatever defense I had left.
"Not at all," he replied smoothly. "Well… part of it is true. But more than that, your body really is stunning."
"I… I don't believe you. You're trying to manipulate , aren't you?"
"You better cut that out, Miss Zoey," Princess Titania interjected with an amused smile. "Leon has this... infuriating talent of warping words into honey, until you don't even realize you've already spread your legs for him. Right now, you're falling into it... slowly but surely. But you still don't want to, right? You desire your first ti to be aningful, special and wrapped in romance. So Leon, let's not force this. Let's postpone her sex for now."
The way she said it—it was so casual, yet definitive. As if sex with Leon wasn't a matter of if, but when.
Honestly, I didn't even know what I felt anymore. Maybe being one of his won would have its advantages later on. Maybe giving in wouldn't be so bad. But she was right. I wasn't ready. Not yet. I needed to prepare myself—ntally and emotionally—before I could cross that line.
"Well, I'm ready for it, Leon."
The voice ca from the woman I had thought was quiet and ek this whole ti.
The woman who just woke up because she was horny. Chloe.
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