Chapter 222

Chapter 222

From Cosmic Rascal to Professor.

Episode 222: Honeymoon (6)

Even at Emerald Beach, entertainment options were limited. The usual beach activities – swimming, applying sunscreen, lounging on sunbeds, or building sandcastles – felt somewhat childish. Yet, sharing these simple moments with loved ones made them worthwhile.

As they were enjoying themselves, clearing their minds, nature had other plans.

Boom!

Dark clouds rolled in from the horizon, bringing rain and wind that forced everyone to seek shelter. Aidel guided his two wives under a nearby canopy. Taking out some prepared wet towels, he began carefully wiping the salt water from their bodies.

“You might catch a cold.”

His attentiveness in wiping their heads, faces, and arms made them feel cherished, knowing they were his priority. However, as his hands moved lower – across their collarbones, necks, bellies, and waists – a different sensation emerged.

Rustila and Zelnya, wearing only bikinis, were acutely aware of their near-nakedness. Though his touch made them flinch slightly, there was no discomfort – he was their husband, after all. Instead, they felt a mix of embarrassment and desire for more of his caresses.

That feeling shifted when Aidel reached their lower backs.

“Uh, Aidel?”

“We’ll take care of it from here.”

As if on cue, Aidel was already extending the towels to them. He had been wondering whether he should continue below their sacrum to their buttocks.

“Here, the towel.”

“Uh, okay…”

Both wives released subtle sighs, with Rustila’s carrying a hint of disappointment.

As they dried themselves, Aidel began toweling off his own head, rolling his shoulders in the process. The movement highlighted his well-defined pectoral and latissimus dorsi muscles.

“Wow…”

Both wives exclaimed in admiration.

Their thoughts aligned: Impressive. Solid. Touchable. As his wives – his legally and socially recognized life partners and bedmates – such desires were perfectly natural.

“I’ll help dry you off.”

“Me too.”

Rustila and Zelnya positioned themselves by Aidel’s legs, one on each side.

Such devotion!

While Aidel felt both pleased and slightly uncomfortable, their attention was thorough. Starting from his feet, they worked their way up his calves and thighs. From his vantage point above them, he had quite the view.

The visual stimulation was matched by the sensory experience. A pleasant fragrance reached him – he realized they were using the same towels they had used on themselves.

As the two pilots continued their upward trajectory, caressing his legs and approaching his abs, they encountered an unexpected prominence.

That prominence had a name: an erection.

“……”

“……”

“……Ah.”

Crude as it might be, their ministrations had produced an undeniable physical response.

Swaaah.

The rain intensified, clearly settling in for more than just a passing shower. It showed no signs of letting up for the rest of the day.

“Shall we head inside?”

“Uh, yes.”

After rinsing off the saltwater, the trio returned to their hotel room.

“I wanted to swim more.”

“Should I prepare the bath?”

“That sounds perfect.”

They transformed the couple’s bathtub in the living room into a romantic sanctuary – warm water infused with bath salts, scattered flower petals, mood lighting, and soft classical music playing in the background.

After checking the water temperature, Aidel announced,

“It’s ready for you.”

The wives entered the tub in their swimsuits while Aidel, wearing only a robe, prepared hot drinks. The sudden downpour had left everyone needing warmth.

“Here you are.”

“Ah, thank you…”

Rustila and Zelnya sat facing each other, sipping their tangerine tea. While the warm drink provided internal comfort, their minds wandered elsewhere.

It was because Aidel had pitched the tent horizontally earlier.

Its dimensions, its form.

Recent intimate memories surfaced unbidden. Their minds constructed vivid images, combining what they’d glimpsed through the swimsuits with their previous experiences, sending their thoughts into a dizzying spiral.

Their vision swam, and their pulses quickened.

Splash, splash.

Rustila cooled her thoughts with water on her face. Zelnya, still sipping her tea, spoke up.

“Hey, you must be cold too. Join us.”

“Won’t it be cramped?”

“It’s fine. There’s plenty of room.”

“Alright then.”

As Aidel removed his robe and stepped in, the bathtub shifted noticeably. The water level rose precariously with his submersion.

“…Perhaps it is a bit tight.”

The two-person tub wasn’t quite designed for three, resulting in inevitable close contact.

Bath bomb bubbles obscured their view, but their bodies pressed together unavoidably.

“This reminds me of the reallocation exam.”

“Yes, when we had to share body heat because of hypothermia.”

“……”

The conversation trailed off.

The water rippled as Rustila and Zelnya turned to face forward.

“Aidel.”

“Darling.”

Steam rose in wisps. The wives’ breathing grew ragged.

“… It’s hard.”

“Hehe.”

The closeness was intense. Close enough to smell each other’s skin. Yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. Neither wanted to pull away.

The two wives leaned in closer. At that moment, Aidel couldn’t hold back. He stole kisses from each wife in turn. His manhood began to stiffen.

“Mmph, slurp, smooch…”

Like bath oils mixing with water, their new passion bubbled up like foam.

Long words were unnecessary between men and women.

There was no need to ask why this was happening so suddenly.

Once the fire is lit, it must burn.

A royal chamber bathed in golden light, with classical music playing softly in the background. Their kisses were sweet as honey.

The intimate caresses continued as their bodies remained heated. The three of them emerged from the bath, quickly drying themselves off.

“Haa, haa…”

Rustila stood guard intently.

Zelnya could barely manage a few passionate kisses before clinging to Aidel’s wrist longingly.

“I want to… mmph.”

Their height difference made deep kisses challenging – their lips would meet briefly before parting again. Despite their efforts, they couldn’t achieve the closeness they desired. Only threads of passion connected them.

Aidel bent down while Zelnya stretched upward on her toes, but the distance remained frustrating. They both knew there was only one solution to this dilemma.

“Please, just sit down!”

Zelnya pleaded, nearly in tears.

“Of course, I’m sorry,”

Aidel replied soothingly, patting her shoulder. The three moved to the bed, where Aidel sat on the edge, and Zelnya climbed onto his lap.

She eagerly sought his lips first.

“Mmm, haah…”

Their distinct scents mingled – his masculine and her feminine – growing more intense as their bodies pressed together at equal heights. They lost themselves in passionate kisses.

Zelnya’s innocent yet eager kisses continued as she began to rock her hips, grinding against Aidel’s thigh. The friction, even through the fabric, sent waves of pleasure through her body.

“Ah…!”

The sensation made her dizzy with desire.

Rustila seized an opportunity to claim Aidel’s lips herself, causing Zelnya to pout. To include her, Aidel deftly unhooked her swimsuit top.

Her small but perfectly formed breasts were revealed, taut peaks betraying her arousal.

“D-don’t stare!”

Zelnya crossed her arms over her chest, overwhelmed by such intimate exposure.

“Lower your hands, Zelnya.”

“But mine are so…”

“They’re perfect to me.”

Though Aidel had once believed larger breasts were more appealing, seeing Zelnya’s delicate pink peaks changed his perspective. He found their subtle beauty captivating.

“Do you mean that? Ah!”

Aidel pressed his thumb against her sensitive tip. He approached it like a game controller, testing different directions: up, down, left, right, then kneading it like a cat with a favorite cushion. His methodical exploration, while amusingly technical, proved surprisingly effective.

He studied her reactions as he varied his touch, alternating between light caresses and more passionate attention with his mouth – licking, sucking, and carefully grazing with his teeth.

“Hah, ah, haah… darling… ah, aah…!”

Her sensitivity surprised him, even for their first intimate encounter. It made sense – she excelled at everything else, from academics to swordplay. Her natural responsiveness was just another of her talents.

“Please… it’s too much…! Ah, uh, uugh…!”

Her back arched as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her breath caught in her throat while electricity seemed to dance along her nerves. Her shoulders trembled as the sensations overwhelmed her – too intense yet exquisitely pleasurable.

“I can’t… anymore…!”

Her voice reached a crescendo.

With a shuddering release, Zelnya collapsed against Aidel’s shoulder, completely spent. He could feel her heart racing within her delicate frame.

“Zelnya, you were adorable… ugh!”

Aidel groaned, clutching his shoulder where Zelnya had left a distinct bite mark. Still breathing heavily, she pushed him backward onto the bed.

“You’ll pay for that…”

Zelnya straddled him, then moved downward, bringing her face to his groin. With surprising dexterity, she used her mouth to pull down his swimsuit.

When the garment came down, his impressive manhood sprang free, catching her off guard.

“Ah…!”

It was larger than she’d anticipated.

“Oh my…”

Even Rustila averted her eyes.

Though perhaps Rustila’s reaction was merely due to her inexperience. Objectively speaking, while impressive, it wasn’t abnormal – just notably above average.

Still…

“Hah, hah.”

His masculine scent made her dizzy with desire.

Zelnya gently caressed her lower abdomen. Will it fit in? Won’t it tear her? It feels like she might die. But at least it’s certain to make a baby.

No – she needed to focus on revenge for his earlier teasing. This was about winning their little power play. Her competitive spirit toward Aidel flared up once again.

“Zelnya, shall I take control?”

“Absolutely not!”

She’d come this far – now she would make him writhe and beg. The mere thought made her thighs quiver with anticipation.

“Hah.”

“Ugh!”

She gently grazed him with her teeth, enjoying his reaction. A surge of triumph coursed through her.

After all, she was first. Not Rustila, who stood there blushing furiously. How delightfully amusing.

Take that, Rustila Kersil! I’m the first to taste him – clearly, I’m the one meant to be his wife!

“Mm, mm, mm.”

With these possessive thoughts, Zelnya began to move her lips in earnest.