Ch.217Honeymoon (1)

As graduation approached at the end of my second semester of sophomore year, I found myself in a unique position.

“You’ll be the only student to write a first-author paper in ‘Universal’ as your undergraduate thesis.”

Welton Yusoford nodded as he placed carpaccio on the grill. The meat sizzled, releasing its juices with a hissing sound. Mathers Byteling let out a shout.

“You idiots!”

“What?”

“Damn it, I was sitting quietly because it looked so natural! Why the hell are you grilling raw meat?”

Welton clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“How uncivilized. Meat is meant to be grilled.”

“I agree.”

“You crazy bastards.”

I was at a barbecue restaurant with my old friends Welton and Mathers.

I had told them I’d treat them when I finished my paper, but they misunderstood it as me submitting it to an academic journal, which nearly drove them insane.

In the end, I had to reach for my wallet (corporate card) to appease these troublemakers.

Sob, my research funds.

“Gentlemen, what do you think? The flavor of this traditional eastern barbecue?”

“I will serve you as my master for life…”

Welton clapped like a seal. Mathers looked at him with disgust. Emboldened by the alcohol, I ordered more drinks. Today was just for the boys.

As our conversation deepened, that topic inevitably came up.

“So, when are you going to do it?”

“Do what?”

“Sex.”

Welton said with elaborate hand gestures. Mathers spat out his drink. When I didn’t answer, Welton looked at me with contempt.

“This virgin, this won’t do. You have two women and you still haven’t made a move?”

“I’ve been busy with research.”

“Eunuch.”

“I’m not.”

I’m definitely a man. I respond to stimulation. Of course I desperately want to spend intimate nights with them.

The problem was that damn hymen. Unlike with Zernya, I couldn’t go all the way with Rustila.

“Since I’m in a polygamous marriage, I need to treat them equally.”

“Ah, so you’re waiting until you can use a double-barrel shotgun?”

Mathers spat out his drink again. It took me a few seconds to understand what Welton meant. I put my hand to my forehead and shook my head. Well, that’s… kind of similar.

“It’s not like that.”

“Well, someone like you should have the stamina. You’ve been working out again lately. What are you afraid of?”

Then Mathers pounded the table as if he’d realized something.

“Honeymoon.”

“Oh? Honeymoon? Wow, look at you. Turns out you’re a romantic!”

The two started chattering after misunderstanding in their own way. They talked about how premarital chastity is essential for the head of a noble family, or how I’m holding out until the women make the first move.

“So, when are you planning to have kids?”

“Kids? I haven’t really thought that deeply about it.”

Maybe it’s because I was born in a country with an amazingly low birth rate. Even after marriage, I’ve barely thought about having children.

Of course, being the Rheinland family, I need to continue the lineage.

But I have no idea specifically how many children I should have or when I should have them. It’s simply because I’ve never experienced the life of the upper class.

How many children do those born with silver spoons usually have?

“I’ll figure it out.”

Thinking about it here won’t yield any answers. I just need to discuss and coordinate with my wives. If necessary, I can seek advice from my parents.

Marriage comes first, doesn’t it?

***

While Eidel was chatting with his friends, Rustila was agonizing over exactly the same concern.

What should I do?

The wedding is just four days away.

After the wedding comes the honeymoon. A week of passionate nights. The problem was that she had to go together with Zernya and Eidel.

Zernya would be desperate to devour Eidel, which meant Rustila would surely be left behind.

She needed a way to overcome this situation.

Let’s see. A way to share intimacy while maintaining virginity, and even make a baby…

“…that’s what I’m saying.”

Rustila, with flushed cheeks, confided in Mezulen Hueritia. She thought that someone well-versed in biology might offer an unexpected solution.

“That’s easy.”

“Easy?”

“No need to overthink it.”

Mezulen whispered in Rustila’s ear.

“…what do you think?”

“Wow, wow.”

Fireworks exploded in Rustila’s mind.

As expected of a genius.

Rustila thanked her and left, walking with steps that were both modest like a virgin and exhilarated. Mezulen sighed and scratched her head.

How can someone be so pure?

In truth, the method Mezulen suggested was something anyone with even a little knowledge of intimate matters would think of.

It seems there’s a reason why not just anyone gets a hymen named after them.

***

The promised day arrived.

I spent two hours just on makeup. This was more exhausting than I expected. I was tired before the ceremony even began.

“Don’t you want to take more wives?”

“No.”

“Really? With that face, you could easily have four or five.”

The makeup artists were making such a fuss. One should be careful with such words. Anything the head of the Rheinland family says is likely to be reported in the media.

After the long makeup session, I had to greet the guests. Due to my position as the Rheinland family head, even people I didn’t know well pretended to know me. I heard they were acquaintances from my father’s time.

My academy friends came too. I exchanged greetings with them.

And professors, professors, professors.

Most were from the physics and astronomy departments. All familiar faces.

“I never thought Eidel would get married.”

“It feels like I’m watching my own son get married… I’m tearing up…”

Professor Callis Stranov dabbed his eyes with a handkerchief. Professor Richard Feynman patted my shoulder lightly. Why do these people feel more like my parents?

“You must be Mr. Rheinland?”

“And you must be Professor Feynman. My son’s new advisor…”

My father and the professor shook hands.

“It’s our family’s lifelong honor that my son is the student of an Achea Prize recipient.”

The Achea Prize. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s a scientific award that surpasses the Nobel Prize in this world. It’s awarded every autumn according to the standard calendar, and this year Professor Feynman and Professor Stranov received it.

“Oh my. What honor? What meaning does such a prize have?”

Professor Feynman waved his hand dismissively.

“The true honor should go to you, the father who raised such a student.”

This is why I respect Professor Feynman. He doesn’t care about prizes. Also, he doesn’t get intimidated even when facing the former head of the Rheinland family.

People like the professor and I just want to do science.

“And you must be his mother?”

“Yes.”

Rejeine, who was standing nearby, responded with a gentle smile.

“Please take good care of our son.”

I was touched. Although I had heard Rejeine call me her son several times over the past two months, this was the first time she had declared it in front of others. It seemed she had completely adapted now, which made me happy.

Anyway, the meeting between my professors and parents was now complete.

[We ask all guests to please take their seats in the ceremony hall.]

It was time for me to head to the designated waiting room.

[We extend our deepest gratitude to all guests who have joined us today, despite your busy schedules, to celebrate the sacred marriage of groom Eidel von Rheinland and brides Zernya von Rheinland and Rustila von Rheinland.]

The voice announcing the opening of the ceremony.

It was almost time.

I looked at the two young women holding onto my arms from both sides. In their pure white wedding dresses, they looked like elegant swans.

I could feel slight trembling from the hands holding mine. From both sides.

“Nervous?”

“N-not at all!”

“I-I’m not trembling at all.”

How cute. They’re both so cute and lovable.

“Getting married with three people on a day like this… Eidel, that’s too much.”

“You think I want to live with you?”

Even on a day like this, the two women bickered looking at each other. I’m sorry, but I was grateful. At the same time, I made a promise. No more women after this. Having these two is already more honor than I deserve.

[Entrance of the bride and groom!]

As the announcer declared, the doors to the ceremony hall opened.

Walking down the red carpet amid applause, exchanging marriage vows, giving wedding rings, listening to Professor Feynman read the marriage declaration, hearing my parents’ congratulatory speeches, enjoying the celebratory songs and toasts.

And finally.

“Kiss! Kiss!”

The event saved for the very end.

I made eye contact with my two wives standing before me.

[— The God of Wisdom and Curiosity shows interest in your and your wives’ feelings.]

Who to kiss first?

That wasn’t particularly important. What mattered was that I loved and cared for both of them equally. Without any precedence, both young women leaned in to press their lips against mine simultaneously.

The sweet scent of flowers.

So it is possible to kiss two people at once.

[This concludes the wedding ceremony. After the photo session, please move to the reception hall. Events including the garter toss and dinner are prepared at the venue, so we hope all guests will enjoy themselves.]

Our lips, which had been pressed together for quite some time, finally parted. The girls had become women. Their half-lidded eyes looked seductive.

“Honey.”

“Darling.”

At last, we were bound as husband and wives.

My goodness, I never thought I’d get married before earning my doctorate.