episode_0015

He returned to the inn, leaving behind conversations he didn’t want to understand. With the two absent, Nine and Lisa were taking care of the hall service.

“Better than I thought.”

Lisa said she had been helping with inn work since she took her first steps. It might have been slightly exaggerated, but she could handle simple and light tasks.

However, Nine was much better than Lisa. Isn’t it natural for adults?

It wasn’t a matter of that nuance.

“I feel cramped.”

Nine’s movements were efficient. He was saving time and energy to the maximum by following optimized routes.

How is that possible?

“I’ve spent 20 years with my dad. How long have you been working at the inn?”

Lisa is at the age of upper elementary school grades at best. The age when she started actively assisting Dennis was younger than now.

Even if she learned some know-how, it was still the same.

But they weren’t adults. Even if they spent the same five years, a woman in her twenties accumulates more fatigue vibes than a teenager.

Nine and other first helpers spent more time at the inn than Lisa. It’s not just about know-how.

“There’s nothing to say about know-how, but….”

The aura was different.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to help too.”

Olivia, the second helper, flew with a plate in hand. She was diligently tidying up the tables alone.

“I can handle this much.”

Her speech was hesitant. Her expressions were firm.

While Lisa considered herself a somewhat mature child, Olivia, the second helper, still seemed like a baby in front of her.

Olivia, the second helper, who came back from the brink of death. Her voice carried determination.

A determination to survive no matter what.

“Tsk….”

It’s a pity. Olivia, the second helper’s tenacity represented more than just her personality.

“Tina, why on earth….”

Tina abandoned the child. Obsessed with sex with a blonde tanned delinquent, she did nothing for the baby who needed a parent’s touch.

That’s how Olivia, the second helper’s tenacity manifested.

So it was regrettable. Both the child and the adult seemed to have lived a broken life.

“It feels refreshing to hear that the abandoned girl met such a fate. But….”

How nice would it be if you could hate someone unconditionally.

“I’ll help.”

I extended a hand to Olivia, the second helper, who was moving plates alone. I didn’t do everything, just left her with things she could manage.

“Thank you, Olivia.”

Dennis in the kitchen thanked Olivia, the second helper. Dishwashing would be left for me later.

“Washing dishes is surprisingly amazing.”

Not just dishes.

Clatter clatter-.

The inn door opened. I thought it was a guest, but it wasn’t.

It was Olivia, the first helper, and Charlotte, the first helper.

“….”

Olivia, the second helper, peeked at the door. Even though she couldn’t see anyone, it seemed like she sensed the door opening.

“What kind of principle is this exactly?”

Is it a side effect of regression? Or an intangible force preventing the future from interfering with the past?

I don’t know.

Accept guests appropriately, clean up, and if there’s nothing else, take a leisurely break.

That’s how the morning passed.

“Father, aren’t you tired?”

“….”

A boring afternoon. Charlotte, the first helper, subtly approached me.

The conversation I had with Olivia, the first helper, in the morning lingered vaguely in my memory. A secret story I didn’t want to understand.

“Not tired. I’m fine.”

I vigorously nodded. I firmly rejected Charlotte’s touch.

Charlotte looked disappointed, pouted, and withdrew.

“She’s not a child after all.”

A tall maiden stepping back with such an expression. The world is coming to an end.

“Dyke.”

“Yes.”

I can’t see her sitting there idly.

As soon as Charlotte went to her friends, Dennis called me. I approached Dennis, who was sitting at the counter.

Dennis glanced towards Lisa and Olivia No. 2 and asked me.

“Why didn’t you come yesterday?”

“Oh.”

A cautious tone as if knowing it’s a sensitive question. It’s a matter connected to male pride.

Dennis always worried about me.

“Is your condition not getting worse again?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

Erectile dysfunction. Unable to get an erection.

The only way to manage is by suppressing sexual desire. Should I say “holding in semen”?

“That’s once a week.”

I have an erection once a week. We used to have sex then.

It’s random, but if you save up for a week, it’s a step closer. There was hope in Dennis’s pussy.

But I didn’t go to the room yesterday. It’s a cause for concern from Dennis’s perspective.

Couldn’t get an erection? Has the condition worsened?

I was always the one getting hurt.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t ask me right away in the morning but waited until now to call me. He seemed to have made up his mind after worrying all morning, seeing that I looked somewhat okay.

“I’m really fine.”

“Really?”

“Do you think I would lie about something like this?”

“Yeah.”

Dennis replied immediately. I smiled awkwardly.

“You tend to lie easily. Saying you’re fine.”

“It’s because of my habit from my hero days. I couldn’t say it was hard back then.”

So it was difficult to let Tina go.

Charlotte, who forces me to be heroic, and Alicia, the saint who expects me to fulfill my duty.

I couldn’t complain to them.

“Can I tell you it’s hard for me?”

“You know I’ll listen. Like a mother.”

“You’re teasing me by calling me an old lady again, aren’t you?”

Being a real mom, she gets mad when I say I’m like a mom. She was still frowning.

“It means you’re mature.”

There are few mature women. Even rarer is a woman who is both mature and beautiful.

Dennis met those criteria.

“Huh?”

Watching Dennis whine, blood rushed down below. I could feel it slowly getting erect.

The stiffened penis pushed vigorously against the front of the pants. It was almost unnoticeable, but upon closer inspection, it was different.

It bulged slightly.

“Suddenly?”

As I glanced down, Dennis also followed my gaze to my crotch. And she realized it was different from before.

Because it’s Dennis. She was the only woman who had seen my penis on a yearly basis.

“Dyke.”

My erections are not common. It’s an event that happens once a week.

It wasn’t an urgent quest to perform right away.

You can hold off and do it at night. The problem was the no-show incident yesterday.

For Dennis, just waiting felt uncomfortable.

“Let’s go do it.”

“Now?”

“Yes, what if it doesn’t stand at night?”

In Dennis’s eyes, there was nothing but worry for me. In her mind, I was probably crying while holding onto my non-erect penis.

“Lisa, watch the counter for a bit!”

“Got it!”

Dennis took my hand and led me. She sat Lisa at the counter and headed upstairs.

It was like openly advertising that we were going to have sex, with Olivia No. 1 and the others watching.

“Sis, slow down.”

“Oh!”

I have erectile dysfunction. And premature ejaculation on top of that. I had to be careful even moving in an erect state.

I grabbed the small erect pepper and took unsteady steps. It was a pitiful sight even to me.

Dyke’s body had no appeal as a man.

“Didn’t you shower?”

“Uh, uh… I didn’t.”

“Sigh.”

They reached Dennis’s room. The master bedroom on the second floor where Lisa was staying.

As soon as they arrived, Dennis took off his shirt.

Full breasts swayed revealing their presence. Truly overwhelming.

Bigger than any heroine seen before.

Even the firstborns who inherited blood and genes from other men were no match for Dennis.

“Although they sagged a bit.”

She gave birth to Lisa. Breast changes occurred while breastfeeding.

Nipples slightly coffee-colored. Darker and dull compared to other heroines’ pink hues.

However, the mature body of a former married woman and current widow trivialized minor flaws.

“I really… love breasts too much, don’t you?”

I immediately rushed to Dennis’s nipple. Thinking it was the breast Lisa nursed from, I couldn’t resist.

“I want to try breast milk too, sister.”

“That would require Dyke to step up a bit more, right?”

Dennis is still menstruating. Ovulation occurs every month.

For three years now, Dennis has allowed vaginal ejaculation even on ovulation days. Unfortunately, there was no news.

“Step up…”

Sucking Dennis’s nipple, lost in thought.

Will I get pregnant if I step up? Purely a question that arose.

“My penis is small and semen is thin. The worst conditions for impregnating a woman.”

Modern medicine says a penis length of just 6cm is fine.

That length is sufficient for pregnancy.

My penis is longer than 6cm. Around 7cm, a bit longer than an average woman’s finger.

But it failed.

They say even a dog learns to recite poetry in three years. I’m worse than a dog.

“I’ll do my best. For now.”

“Hehe, still unwavering in your thoughts?”

“Yes.”

“Really? Then let’s work hard today too.”

Dennis said, pulling down her skirt.

“Let’s make Lisa a sibling.”

I also hastily removed my clothes. Then I embraced Dennis.

“Is today ovulation day?”

“Not a safe day.”

“Okay.”

For three years, we’ve been doing our best to start a family.