Ch.220Side Story: Whisper Your Love

That day was just like any other.

The morning sun rose in the east, people began their day, and the evening sun set in the west. At least, that’s how it was for ordinary people.

But today was no ordinary day for four particular individuals. Not for Serena, Charlotte, Christine, or Olivia. It was a monumental day worth remembering forever, by any means necessary.

The reason for the four was simple.

—Come to my room tonight.

Because they had seen the note Abel left for them.

The note, made of mana, crumbled as soon as the four confirmed the words written on it. It didn’t matter. They understood its contents all too well.

Though it was slightly disappointing that they couldn’t preserve the note permanently, they weren’t concerned at all since they would spend time tonight turning such disappointment into nothing.

Charlotte was even seriously considering whether to designate today as a national holiday. Something like “Charlotte’s Birth Day” would be appropriate.

It wasn’t just a simple consideration; she was fully prepared to do so if Abel gave his permission.

If that happened, the kingdom’s citizens would end up having to take a day off to commemorate the day their queen lost her virginity, but was Charlotte ever the type to care about such things?

After receiving the note from Abel, the four made their own preparations.

Serena cut out a space and secluded herself inside, circulating mana throughout her body to cleanse and polish herself. The space Serena cut out contained nothing but blue mana.

Christine entered a small shrine she had built and spent the entire day in prayer until evening. The shrine was engulfed in white flames throughout her prayers.

Charlotte was different. She went about her business as usual, only taking a more careful bath than usual when evening approached. Charlotte had confidence in herself.

Olivia likewise finished her preparations simply by reconstructing her body through black mana without any special actions. As Olivia, she neither needed nor wanted to do anything more.

Time passed in an instant. So quickly that neither Charlotte nor Olivia, who could barely endure the wait, needed to forcibly accelerate its flow.

And then, night fell.

Serena was walking nervously down the corridor. Uncharacteristically, her steps were extremely modest, and she kept glancing around cautiously as she walked.

Every step felt awkward in an outfit she had never worn before. She pulled down the hem of her clothes, pressed her thighs together, and walked forward hesitantly.

Serena was wearing nothing but a T-shirt.

At first, she had considered wearing a wedding dress. But she wanted to save that for when she actually married her lord, so she changed her mind.

Besides, this alone looked sufficiently lewd.

The white T-shirt was so short that her underwear occasionally peeked out even when she was just standing still, and the fabric was so thin that her waist and hip lines were visible in the moonlight.

And that wasn’t all. The sleeves were so wide that her armpits were completely exposed, and apart from the T-shirt, all she wore was a single pair of pure white panties with lace trim.

Having never worn such a lewd outfit in her 24 years of life, her shoulders naturally hunched. That was also why Serena kept anxiously looking around.

Christine had been kneeling in prayer in front of Abel’s room since the sun began setting in the west.

Had any of the other three arrived first, they would have growled about what nonsense this was, but fortunately, everyone was busy finishing their own preparations.

The outfit Christine chose was a thin white sleeveless top and peculiarly short pants.

The top barely supported her chest, and her two voluptuous mounds could hardly be concealed. Her dazzlingly white collarbone, neck, and armpits were a bonus.

The bottom of the sleeveless top was so short that her soft, plump belly and equally soft-looking sides were generously exposed.

What she wore on her lower body was essentially very short shorts. Since the outfit was created from Christine’s imagination, she couldn’t name it, but it was an extremely sexy garment.

From Christine’s perspective, it was fortunate if her attire looked sexy and lewd.

After all, that was exactly why she wore it.

Charlotte, having finished her bath, stood in front of the mirror debating whether to dry her hair. While wet collarbones dripping with water might look more erotic, Abel might dislike the dampness.

After much deliberation, Charlotte finally chose to dry her hair. After neatly arranging her silver hair, she put on just a white shirt over her naked body.

It was a choice similar to Serena’s, but with clear differences.

While Serena’s T-shirt revealed her body lines through its thin fabric, Charlotte deliberately unbuttoned her shirt—that was the difference.

She undid all the buttons except the very last one at the bottom, fully exposing the line running down her cleavage and abdomen.

And unlike Serena, who wore white lace underwear, Charlotte wore absolutely nothing underneath. She truly wore just the shirt.

The wind from outside gently fluttered the shirt’s hem.

Underneath was flesh-colored skin.

Olivia hummed a tune as she changed clothes. This was a day she had waited for hundreds of years. She couldn’t help but be in a good mood.

She had long ago decided what to wear when surrendering herself to Abel.

Since her days at the magic tower, in fact.

She could confidently say that her current body was perfectly tailored to Abel’s tastes, but that didn’t mean she could go in completely naked.

Olivia chose a turtleneck with extremely deep cuts. The chest area was open almost to the point of revealing the tips, generously exposing the cleavage between her voluptuous mounds.

The bare skin of her sides was fully exposed, and the back had no fabric at all, with only thin strips connecting the left and right sides below her buttocks.

Moreover, the turtleneck was so short that simply walking seemed like it might reveal the crevice between her legs. But that was natural, since it was designed to arouse Abel.

With each bouncy step she took, her breasts, as large as her head, swayed dramatically.

“……”

“……”

“……”

“……”

The four who arrived at Abel’s room at the exact time indicated by the note exchanged irritated glances. Each had clearly come with thorough preparations.

Their outfits were all flashy with exposure, to the point where it was questionable whether they could even be called clothes. Their desire to be taken by Abel was clearly evident.

Looking at each other only brought displeasure. It was natural. Why should they have to look at other women in half-naked states? It was enough to make their eyes rot.

Fortunately, the standoff ended quickly. Abel, having confirmed that all four had gathered, gently pulled them in, wrapping them in wind.

The four surrendered to the wind without the slightest hesitation. The door opened, and their floating bodies flew to the center of the room, landing softly on the large bed.

Abel, standing a short distance from the bed, greeted the four with a slight smile.

“You came?”

Just seeing him made them feel their lower parts getting slightly wet. No, perhaps it wasn’t just a feeling. Christine was already beginning to breathe heavily.

“Hmm… where should I start? You know why I called you here, right?”

Nod, nod. All four nodded vigorously without prompting.

“As you think, I’m going to embrace you. Ah, that’s a figurative expression, so let me be more direct. I’m going to have sex with you. Today. Here. Me and you four.”

Christine trembled at those words. Just hearing the voice saying he would violate her made her lower body throb unbearably.

Normally, such behavior would earn her ridicule from the other three, but this time everyone was quiet. Well, they all felt the same way, differing only in the degree of their excitement.

“Before that, I have something to say.”

His pitch-black eyes scanned the four in turn.

“I’ve been thinking a lot. If I take you like this, I feel like you’ll fight to the death throughout the sex about who I penetrated first, who I ejaculated in more, and so on. I don’t want to see you four fighting even in this situation. That’s not what I want.”

Abel clenched his right hand. Immediately, strength began to drain from the four bodies.

Mana flowed out from Serena and Charlotte’s bodies, divine power from Christine’s, and black mana from Olivia’s.

All the leaked power gathered into Abel. Having lost all their mana, divine power, and black mana, the four instantly fell to the level of ordinary women.

No, perhaps they were ordinary women in lewd clothing.

“So my conclusion is to just break you all. So you can’t even think about fighting each other.”

The gathered powers began to resonate slightly.

“No matter how you beg, I won’t stop, and no matter how you cry, I won’t quit. Don’t worry about fainting. I can wake you up. Would I let such a long-awaited first experience pass while you’re unconscious?”

A magic circle formed on his hand. And the same magic circle was engraved on each of their lower abdomens.

Feeling her lower abdomen throb wildly, Christine bowed her head, bent her waist, and reached a light climax. A stain spread across the fabric between her legs.

“It’s a contraceptive magic circle. What we’re doing today isn’t for pregnancy. It’s just me pouring all my sexual desire into you. I’m going to use you for that purpose, and you just need to be used by me obediently. Any complaints? If so, speak up. I’ll listen.”

None. There were none. There couldn’t be any. How could there be any complaints when the moment they had so desired, wished for, and longed for had arrived? What fool would have complaints?

It was even better. It meant Abel had sexual desire for them.

“Well, if there are none, that’s fine. I’m going to start now, but let me warn you of one thing beforehand…”

Snap. Abel flicked his finger. The door closed with a harsh sound. Dozens of locks engaged, firmly sealing the only exit.

“…None of you four will be able to walk out of here on your own.”