Despite his limited amount of restraint, he still needed to ask.
“...Do you want to do it here?”
Mio forced a breath out.
Even after they stopped kissing, her hips never stopped grinding against his.
“...No one can see or hear us, right?”
He shook his head. “No. Only those with the mark can, and so far, only you and Bea have it.”
After all, he hadn’t met his other wives with this new body just yet.
“Then—”
“You’re misunderstanding my question, Mio.”
Julius pecked her impatient lips, smiling.
“Do you want to do it here?”
This time, he gestured to his surroundings with his eyes.
The park barely qualified as a romantic spot.
And the one doing all the heavy lifting was the moon, which wasn't even part of the park to begin with. The rest of the place was thoroughly forgettable, with nothing that would linger in his mind a minute after he left.
His hand went to caress the small of her back as she took in the view.
“...Not really, but you’re crazy if you want me to wait a bit longer to move elsewhere, Julius!”
A quiet laugh escaped him.
“Who says you’ll have to wait?”
He quickly glanced at Bea, who nodded in understanding.
In the next moment, she dissolved into liquid darkness, combining with his own shadow.
With his maid secured, he embraced Mio in one clean movement.
“Try not to puke.”
He could feel her head tilting, but it would be more amusing to leave it there.
Julius exhaled, bracing himself.
Then, he turned his attention to the silent space before him.
‘Please don’t take too much. I just woke up a few hours ago.’
Even if he could never see them, he could always make out what they were saying.
‘No promises.’
Julius sighed.
He blinked once. Then twice.
When he opened his eyes for the third time, the park was gone.
“Wait, what?!”
Mio leaned back abruptly from his embrace, making the bed creak in annoyance.
The bed looked similar, but it was certainly not the same one.
After all, they were back at Bea’s room.
The room was dimly lit, the warm glow softening every corner. Compared to the park, it felt far more intimate. The wooden walls and floor wrapped the space in a quiet warmth, as though the room itself welcomed them home.
In his mind, it was perfect.
“W-Where are we?”
Bea materialized from his shadows. “My room.”
“Do you like my PC setup? I built it myself.”
Bea had removed her maid uniform and returned to her oversized black shirt, although it wasn’t big enough to cover all of her plentiful behind.
She proudly walked to her gaming chair, glancing at Mio.
“S-So you live in Japan?”
He let out an amused breath. “No. We’re under a lake. Or was it a sea again?”
Bea sat down, her legs slightly spread, exposing her puffy lower lips. There were no traces of his seed, but it was already visibly drenched.
“It’s the Caspian Sea. You know, the one that borders Russia, Kazakhstan—”
“Russia?! We’re already outside of the country?!”
Julius smirked, then kissed her chin.
“Does it matter right now?”
Mio immediately straightened her back, seemingly remembering her position.
Her hands wandered to his exposed chest, pursing her lips.
“...You better explain everything properly after this.”
He returned the gesture by resting his hands on her firm butt over her sweatpants, guiding her hips to continue her previous motion.
“As you wish, my little tigress.”
It suited the woman who had discovered her own fangs.
Julius devoured her lips again. This time, he forced his tongue even more, knowing that his wife would try to respond to it.
“...Tigress?” She panted between breaths.
“Do you not like it?”
His tongue fought with hers for dominance, a battle that he purposefully tried to lose.
“...No. I love it.”
Her hands dropped inside his robe, trailing down his abs, searching for his treasure.
But with the way his robe worked, she would only be left disappointed.
That was why, discreetly, he loosened his signature red fabric, causing his piercing length to abruptly hit her navel.
“Nghh~!”
Mio recoiled back slightly, but the hands kneading her supple rear prevented her escape.
“I-It’s a real-life dick…”
Julius furrowed his brows.
So even Mio referred to it as a dick?
Should he actually relent to Bea’s words?
He threw a glance at his obsidian-haired wife, who gave him a small, teasing smirk.
She had parted her legs even more, leaning back so that her wet hole was close to the edge of the chair.
Bea didn’t touch herself. Not yet.
Suddenly, a hesitant finger touched his penis.
“It’s hot!”
Julius chuckled, his hands slowly lowering her sweatpants, holding back a sigh when he felt another piece of defense.
His maid wife might have given him a false expectation for women of this era.
“...Why don’t you nurse it back to health with your hands?”
Mio, seemingly oblivious to what was happening to her backside, timidly reached for his penis.
She poked its head, making it sway lightly.
“T-That’s kinda cute.”
Then, after exhaling loudly like she was expelling her fear, she gripped the base of his manhood with her hand.
“I can’t even wrap around it…”
With her attention still diverted, he lowered the thin piece of fabric that covered her butt.
“Using your other hand would help,” he suggested.
“Oh! Right!”
With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, she added another hand to try and cover more of his penis, still not moving.
Unfortunately for her, her soft and delicate touch only increased his pleasure, making him grow even more.
“It’s so—hngh~!”
She whimpered as he began to squeeze her butt directly, the flesh molding to his touch, returning to its original shape each time.
“Your butt is so firm, Mio. Do you exercise regularly?”
Her lips slowly parted. “Nghn~ No, I don’t…”
He caressed her smooth skin all over. “You mean this is all natural? That’s so unfair.”
“...It might be because I go to conventions regularly. I always lose so much weight after an event.”
“You sound like you’re describing a battle.”
“...Sometimes, you’re not wrong.”
In retaliation for groping her behind, she began to stroke his penis.
It was rough, at best. But the sight of her cutely using her two small hands to slide all over it was able to slowly make him lose it.
To aid her endeavors, Julius cradled her butt even harder, pulling her waist closer to his body so that her closed entrance was also rubbing on the base of his length.
He guided the motion, mirroring her own rhythm.
With every stroke, he grasped her firm backside harder, spreading and combining them to his heart’s content.
The combined effort made some slimy liquid pour out of the head, her hands gliding all over his length with less difficulty.
Little by little, Mio’s head leaned closer and closer to his face, her breathy moans hitting his skin, her eyes foggy.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he trailed his fingers down, carefully avoiding her back entrance, until he found what he was looking for.
“AHNGH~!” She jolted.
Her hole was wet. Arousingly so.
He retrieved a finger and tasted the liquid on it.
“T-That’s my…”
Julius licked his fingers clean, grinning.
“I want to drink it from the source now.”