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Chapter 212 – Return

My eyes opened with a refreshing feeling I had never experienced before.

As I stared at the luxurious ceiling, I lowered my head and looked at both my arms.

There were two women.

Last night, perhaps exhausted from endless, non-stop sex, Alisa and Deborah were so deeply asleep they wouldn’t notice if anyone came in.

As I watched that scene, a tremendous sense of superiority welled up in a corner of my heart.

‘I’m a man who’s even had a threesome!’

And not two men and one woman, but one man and two women!

Sometimes, when posts claiming threesome verification appear on communities, and I see cases of the former, I always wonder how they manage when their dicks constantly touch. Only that thought came to mind.

In the first place, the latter cases often involved people with unusual sexual preferences.

Anyway, now that I had achieved harem sex, which I had only considered a long-held fantasy, I had nothing left to fear in the world.

It was then, as I contentedly looked down at the two of them.

“Mmm…”

Alisa moaned softly and stirred.

As expected of a physical type, her stamina recovery speed seemed extraordinary.

But despite that, I don’t know why she lost the match.

‘Is it because she lacks experience?’

After taking turns being brought to climax with Deborah, was it about five hours later? Alisa had multiple orgasms and then just passed out.

Well, Deborah, too, rejoiced that she could have me all to herself now, but before long, she met the same fate.

While I was pondering the correlation between stamina and orgasm, Alisa, who had opened her eyes, momentarily grasped the situation, then—

“Kyaaaaaaak!”

As soon as her eyes met mine, she screamed and ran away.

Getting off the bed, she covered her privates with the clothes scattered around and shouted.

“W-what is this! What did you do to me!”

“Don’t you remember?”

“W-what memory! Tell me honestly. What did you do to me! If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll kill you!”

As if she had forgotten that intense threesome, Alisa picked up a long stick that could be used as a weapon from somewhere and aimed it at me.

This is truly ridiculous.

‘How could she forget that?’

I had loaded her womb full of cum, enough to keep her wet for a week, so it was astonishing that she completely forgot it.

I asked again.

“You really don’t remember? You broke in, saying you’d rape me?”

“R-rape? Wasn’t that a dream?”

“A dream? You thought it was a dream? It was all real, you know? You raping me, then kissing me, then Deborah barging in and taking her turn being brought to climax instead, then almost getting kicked out after losing a verbal fight, then clinging to me, saying you loved me and asking why I wasn’t stopping you when I just stood there watching, then spreading your pussy open and begging to be fucked, competing with Deborah, then celebrating your victory when I fucked you first, and then being fucked senselessly until you had multiple orgasms and fainted—it was all real. How about it? Should I tell you more?”

“Th-that’s enough! Stop!”

As my explanation continued, as if her memories were vividly returning, Alisa’s face turned red and she couldn’t bear it, stopping me.

She couldn’t even meet my gaze and writhed in shame.

“Ugh, ugh… W-why did I do such a thing… I must have been crazy!”

Alisa blamed herself, making an expression of disbelief.

Certainly, last night was a bit strange.

Not just her, but even Deborah showed a side I couldn’t have imagined.

But what was done could not be undone.

The engagement that was just for show had simply become real.

Just then, as if suddenly aware of my gaze, Alisa flinched.

“D-don’t look! Turn your head!”

“Why? We’ve already done everything.”

“D-done what, exactly! I told you to turn your head! I’ll kill you!?”

“Try to kill me, then.”

I already knew very well what her heart truly felt last night. Such flimsy death threats couldn’t stop me.

I casually approached Alisa.

“D-don’t come! I’ll kill you! I said I’ll kill you!”

“Yeah. You can’t kill me. You love me, don’t you?”

“L-love, who loves you! Go away! I said go away!”

As if ashamed now, Alisa frantically threw whatever she could grab around her.

Even in that situation, it was cute how she only chose to throw light objects that wouldn’t hurt me.

Finally, the distance closed to two meters.

As the distance narrowed to arm’s reach, Alisa became restless and suddenly lowered her head.

There was a puddle there.

Though her thighs were covered by clothes and couldn’t be seen, it seemed likely the puddle was formed by the semen that had flowed out from being intensely fucked for five hours.

Alisa flinched for a moment, then, as if it was a good excuse, she grinned.

“Y-you’re the reason I’m like this! I need to wash first! Do you think I can just live like this?! If you follow me, you’re really dead!”

“What? Hey, wait a minute…!”

*Dash!*

Alisa, spewing excuses, ran as fast as her tail could wag, lest she be caught, and rushed into the bathroom.

Left alone, I licked my lips in unnecessary regret and returned to the bed.

Deborah, who had just woken up, was there.

It was too noisy, so she seemed to have woken up.

“Yawn… What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing much. Alisa is just suddenly feeling shy.”

“Really? But how do we wash?”

“Indeed. Should we wait until she comes out?”

Today was the day to return to the academy.

As it was, we had already had sex senselessly until dawn and woken up late; at this rate, we’d be late for our appointment.

As I awkwardly scratched my cheek, Deborah subtly leaned into my arms and whispered.

“Then, shall we go to my room?”

“Your room?”

“Yes. It’s right next door. We can just cross over via the balcony.”

Looking in the direction Deborah pointed, there was a door leading to a balcony.

A question came to mind.

“Deborah. Now that you mention it, what happened yesterday? You suddenly appeared from there.”

“Oh, that? I just wanted to see Ruan, so I came to see if he was awake, but he was having sex with Alisa. I got angry and immediately intervened.”

“Aha! I see.”

Even from my perspective, the sex with Alisa was unexpected, so Deborah must have felt like she’d been smacked in the back of the head.

And of all times, it was precisely when Alisa had just started feeling it intensely.

“Then why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You deliberately tormented Alisa, didn’t you?”

“I just didn’t like her being dishonest. I needed Alisa’s help to keep Ruan in this world, but she was being strangely stubborn, so I got angry. More than anything, I wanted to compete fairly and win!”

I don’t know why she had such a competitive spirit, but thanks to it, things worked out well, so it’s a relief.

If it weren’t for Deborah, I still wouldn’t have been sure if Alisa loved me.

With my curiosity satisfied, I got out of bed.

“Thanks for telling me. Shall we go now? We should wash.”

“Yes! Let’s go!”

Covering our naked bodies with Deborah’s magic, we crossed over to her room via the balcony.

Deborah, standing before the bathroom, said shyly.

“Um… Ruan. Shall we shower together?”

“Together?”

“Yes. We’ve already done everything there is to do, anyway. How about it?”

Her gentle smile was strangely alluring.

Was it my imagination? Or did she truly have some other intention?

I couldn’t be sure, but either way, there was no harm to me.

“Alright. Let’s wash together.”

“Follow me!”

As if she knew I’d agree, Deborah took my hand and entered the bathroom.

At the same time, the illusion magic dissolved, and her naked body was revealed once more.

Though I had thoroughly enjoyed it yesterday, her body was splendid, without a single flaw, no matter when I looked at it.

My cock stiffened.

“Then let’s wet our bodies first. And then into the bathtub… Oh! Is that…?”

Deborah, who was approaching with the showerhead, was surprised to see my cock, which was already pressed tightly against my navel.

She carefully turned her back, then—

*Water sprayed!*

Turning on the showerhead mounted on the wall again, she leaned against the wall and stuck out her backside.

“…Ruan.”

“Mm.”

Without needing to say much, we could understand each other’s thoughts.

I grabbed Deborah’s butt as it began to get wet and inserted myself.

*Squish!*

Her pussy was already wet inside.

The remnants of semen that hadn’t fully exited yet and her vaginal fluids mixed sloppily, and even my monstrous cock was gently received.

United more deeply than ever before, we took the shower’s water and exchanged kisses.

“*Smack*…”

“*Mmm*… *Mwah!*”

Our tongues entwined stickily.

Tasting her sweet saliva, I thrust my hips powerfully, ravishing her pussy.

The rhythmic slapping sounds of flesh colliding and the sounds of our tongues intertwining were all buried under the sound of the shower.

***

30 minutes later, after finishing sex and showering with Deborah, I came out first and sat on the sofa.

“Ah… this is good.”

After cumming once and showering with warm water, my body felt pleasantly languid.

It was then, as I stared blankly at the ceiling.

“—What the! Where did everyone go!”

From the next room, a familiar voice was heard.

It was Alisa. She seemed to have just finished her shower.

She was silent for a moment, as if assessing the situation, then soon exploded in anger.

“—Why aren’t you here? Don’t tell me you left me behind? You rotten bastard! How could you do this!”

She stomped her feet and began to whine, as if feeling wronged.

I got up from the sofa.

‘She’s going to sulk.’

I crossed the balcony and stealthily approached Alisa, who was grumbling while pulling on her clothes, and poked her in the side.

“Yiiiikes!?”

Alisa jumped up instantly.

She, who had created a wondrous scene of levitation, hastily parted her legs, and seeing my face, she made a tearful expression.

“Where have you been? You bad bastard! Trash! Womanizer!”

She rushed over in one breath, spewing reproaches, and pounded on my chest.

‘What a crybaby, huh?’

To think she’d be so anxious just because I disappeared for a moment, she must really like me quite a lot.

I patted her back.

“Sorry, sorry. I was in the next room.”

“The next room? Why? Don’t tell me you went to another girl?”

“It’s Deborah’s room. But ‘another girl’? Who are you talking about?”

“Th-that…”

Among the current party members, excluding Alisa and Deborah, only one person remained.

Alisa couldn’t bring herself to admit that she had, even for a moment, suspected Uni, and so she struggled to speak, groaning.

I lightly pinched her cheek.

“Be careful. Otherwise, you’ll end up without friends, you know?”

“N-no! I didn’t suspect Uni, okay?”

“Even so, you might be misunderstood, so be careful. More importantly, get dressed quickly. Let’s go to the next room.”

“Hmph! I was going to do that anyway, you know? More importantly, turn your back!”

“Alright, alright.”

Though I wondered if it was really necessary, I turned my back without a word.

A short while later, after joining Deborah, who had finished washing, we headed to the hotel entrance where we were supposed to meet the rest of the party.

An unexpected person was also there.

“Alisa! You’re safe!”

“Huh? Felicia?”

It was Felicia Belmore, the owner of enormous breasts who rivaled the Saintess for the top spot.

She ran over, her enormous breasts jiggling wildly, and embraced Alisa.

“Do you know how worried I was? I’m sorry for not being able to come find you.”

“U-huh? Couldn’t come find me?”

“I asked my father to stop your marriage and ended up being confined, you see. Still, it’s a relief.”

Felicia really is something else.

To try and interfere with someone else’s marriage, even so—Count Belmore probably clutched his neck at his daughter’s insane demand.

Just like with the last gravure photobook, being Felicia’s father seemed like hell difficulty.

Alisa gave such a Felicia a sharp talking-to.

“Are you stupid? If you say things like that, even I would lock you up. Don’t do that next time.”

“How can I stand by when my friend is in trouble! I don’t understand! How can he try to marry his own daughter to such an old man?”

“Felicia. Watch your mouth. My father is in this hotel too.”

“Let him hear it if he wants! What’s he going to do about it anyway!”

Despite Alisa’s warning, Felicia’s anger didn’t seem to subside, and she kept huffing and puffing.

Every time she took a vehement breath, her chest jiggled wildly up and down.

Just then, Felicia’s gaze turned to me.

“Ah! Now that you mention it, is that rumor true?”

“What rumor?”

“That… Alisa is pregnant with Ruan Friuli’s child, you know. They say her marriage with Count Geto Naohne was called off because of that…”

Her gaze was cautious.

She seemed worried about giving Alisa, who had barely escaped the old man’s clutches, another wound.

“W-what nonsense are you talking about! That’s all a false rumor! I’m not pregnant!”

“Is that so? Then why would such a rumor…”

“Th-that was just to stop the marriage.”

“So you’re saying it’s true that the wedding was called off using pregnancy as an excuse? Since when have you two…?”

Felicia, with suspicious eyes, alternately looked at me and Alisa.

I wonder what kind of romance she was picturing us having in her head.

Alisa hastily pushed her away.

“A-anyway, it happened, so let’s stop and go! You two talk later!”

“Later? When?”

“Later! For now, just go!”

And so, with Alisa desperately trying to change the subject and Felicia trying to pinpoint a date, bickering, we returned to the academy.