I was seriously questioning my life choices.
I already knew Shehuang was capable of swallowing my three-quarter-foot sea serpent, but I hadn’t anticipated her having a magical trick specifically for doing it underwater. Her lips remained glued to the base of my length, utilizing <Greater Water Utility> magic to breathe beneath the surface. She kept her head perfectly still, relying entirely on the hypnotic, rhythmic throat and tongue control unique to a snake woman to drive me out of my mind.
Unfortunately, I couldn't actually see the performance. Her long, black hair floated like ink on the surface of the bath, completely obscuring the view.
Even if I could have leaned forward, my attention was utterly fractured by the true source of the water magic.
A naked Dark Elf had been waiting inside the bathroom when I followed Yin Meng in.
Taki Tsuki was currently wrapping her slender arms around my torso from the side. Her eyes were closed, pressing soft kisses against my chest and neck with a submissive, melting allure that completely short-circuited my brain. My left hand instinctively buried itself in Shehuang’s floating hair, gently stroking her head to show my appreciation, while my right hand utterly betrayed my self-control. It roamed freely across Taki’s bare, smooth back as she trailed her lips higher along my skin. I noted, purely for academic purposes, that Dark Elves possessed smaller nipples and tighter, more delicate areolas on their shapely breasts. For science, of course.
If Taki had been the only distraction, I might have held onto my sanity. But a third participant was actively dismantling my defenses.
Behind me in the steaming tub sat Yin Meng, completely unclad. She massaged my shoulders and arms, pressing the supple contours of her body flush against my back while whispering earnest, devastatingly naive questions into my ear.
"Master, are my hands too rough? A swordswoman's calluses can be uninviting."
"Master, this is my first time giving a man a back rub. Is my pressure alright?"
"Master, you seem to enjoy Taki Tsuki's kisses. Should I mimic her on your shoulders?"
"Master, your skin is turning quite red. Is the water too hot?"
I could tell the stoic woman behind me wasn't trying to be deliberately seductive like the Lamia or the Dark Elf. She was naturally reserved, much like Shade. Yet, her sheer, serious dedication to the task made every word and movement profoundly erotic in its own right.
Mwah.
Taki Tsuki tilted her head up, capturing my lips in a breathless kiss. Her face was heavily flushed as she gently nipped at my lower lip. That was the exact moment my restraint shattered spectacularly.
A violent shiver ripped through my spine. Beneath the water, Shehuang squeezed my treasures tightly just as the suction intensified. My underwater volcano erupted directly into her waiting, eager embrace. The sheer, overwhelming stimulation to my mind, body, and soul nearly made me black out.
It dawned on me then that this whole sequence was an elaborate scheme. Shehuang had used her Summoner link to meticulously coordinate all three of their actions, orchestrating a mind-blowing experience designed to utterly capture my heart.
Just before my senses failed me entirely, my hands slid from Taki’s back and Shehuang’s head. I cradled Taki's face and shoulders, pulling her flush against me as our tongues tangled for the first time. It was definitive proof that Dark Elves could, indeed, French kiss. Somehow, that passionate, shared breath at the height of my climax felt far more intimate and special to my heart than the physical release itself. I could feel Taki melting emotionally in my arms.
While Taki and I lost ourselves in the heat of the kiss, a smirking Shehuang quietly pulled a thoroughly flustered Yin Meng out of the tub, and the two of them slipped away into the bedroom.
For a dozen minutes, Taki and I simply held each other, kissing softly in a quiet, lovers' embrace. When the fog finally cleared and I realized we were entirely alone, I broke the kiss and looked down at her. Her purple cheeks were beautifully flushed. Panting softly, she straddled my lap and rested her head heavily against my shoulder. I stroked her bare back, my mind briefly drifting to memories of my past life and holding my human girlfriend. The contrast grounded me. With my gas tank completely drained, a profound calm washed over me.
"Sigh... My heart is an absolute mess, Taki," I murmured softly. "Are you feeling alright?"
Her nimble fingers, tipped with sharply painted black nails, traced slow patterns across my chest and shoulder. She pressed a gentle kiss to the crook of my neck, her voice a soft whisper.
"Lord, I am entirely yours. I believe I am deeply in love with you... and not because Concubine Shehuang commanded it."
I lifted her chin, pressing a tender kiss to her lips before nodding. "My soul feels it, too. Then stay my lover for life, alright?"
Even with her eyes closed, her gaze was locked entirely on mine, seeing a future only she could envision.
"Lord, if the two of us leave this bathroom together, the Concubine plans to ambush you in bed with all three of us," she whispered, a subtle gleam in her eyes. "What would you like me to do for you?"
I smiled, thoroughly amused that she was already plotting against her master. Leaning down, I spoke softly into her long, elegant elven ear. "What if the two of us escape to my private room using magic? I could just hold you to sleep. Alone."
"Will you make love to me before we sleep?" she asked.
My brows arched in pleasant surprise. "Is that what you want, Taki?"
She buried her burning face in my neck, nodding shyly. Reflecting on the past month, I had to admit my love life had become incredibly chaotic and messy. But looking at her, I knew this was inevitable.
"Alright," I agreed softly. "I knew we would become lovers sooner or later. If you want me, I'm yours."
Utilizing a seamless combination of her water and teleportation magic, the two of us slipped right under the noses of the waiting Shehuang and Yin Meng, vanishing directly into my dedicated bedroom inside the mansion.
A half-hour later, the dark wood of my bedstead groaned in a steady rhythm.
Creak, smack, creak.
Taki’s long black hair was wildly disheveled across the sheets. She pressed my pillow firmly against her face, desperately trying to muffle her gasps and sharp moans. At her own explicit request for her first time, she was on her hands and knees.
With a deliberate, steady rhythm, I drove myself in and out of her. One of the more fascinating anatomical discoveries I made about elven women was their complete lack of body hair below the neck; they lacked the follicles entirely. Her slit was completely bare, and the sensation was staggering.
Creak, smack, creak.
I gripped her wide, shifting hips, briefly mesmerized by the deep blue tint of her skin under the moonlight. The sheer emotional weight of the moment hit me, and I couldn't help but sigh internally. I had officially become a deeply lustful man, turning out exactly like my brother, Thorin.
Gathering her close, I pressed deep into her belly, releasing my overflowing emotions and warm essence to bind us together. Initially, her tight anatomy wouldn't allow me to submerge fully, but she had subtly used her water magic to alter her elasticity. The result was a first time that felt entirely flawless.
A violent shiver cascaded through Taki's body as she felt me finish. She let out a heavy, muffled moan directly into the pillow. When our dual climaxes subsided, a profound wave of sage mode washed over me. I slowly withdrew, pulling her around to hold her tightly from behind in a spooning position.
"By the way, Taki... I forgot to mention it earlier, but I find you incredibly beautiful. I love that you're a Dark Elf. Good night, my new lover."
Taki felt her heart violently swell at the words. Summoning the last of her energy, she quietly cast her spell.
"<Greater Water Utility>," she whispered. "Clean us."
The specialized water magic surged over the bed, instantly cleansing her, me, and the sheets. It erased every trace of our midnight crime scene, leaving the entire area pristine and dry. I fell asleep wondering if the magic had also washed away the tears of pure joy leaking from her eyes—tears for the man who had completely claimed her heart, soul, and body.
Meanwhile, in Shehuang’s quarters...
The Lamia lay propped up on her pillows, a mixture of mild irritation and immense pride swirling in her chest. Her dark elven summon had boldly hijacked her lover right out from under her.
"Damn those two, haha," Shehuang muttered with a soft sigh. "I think they forgot I can feel both of their emotions through the proximity link."
On the other side of the expansive bed, Yin Meng looked completely bewildered. The entire objective of the evening had been for all three women to capture Master Loki together.
"Shehuang... did I do something wrong?" Yin Meng asked, her stoic facade cracked by genuine confusion. "Why did Master Loki leave? And... why is my heart racing so strangely whenever he is near?"
Though Shehuang often maintained a strict, aloof exterior with her summons, deep down, she viewed them entirely as her children. Her expression softened.
"My husband's soul is incredibly unique, Yin Meng. It touched yours tonight, and you have fallen in love with him. Don't force it. Just continue to do your best to impress him. You did everything perfectly tonight; it is simply that Husband hasn't fully opened his eyes to your charms yet." Shehuang reached out, patting the sheets. "Go to sleep now. Our plan succeeded in the end. We made him happy."
Reassured, the two women settled in for the night, letting different dreams claim them as the mansion grew quiet.
The following morning marked the beginning of my preparations.
I took Shehuang with me to meet my mother before our departure. While at the estate, I utilized my newly acquired <Minor Life Utility> magic to systematically enhance the entire apple orchard, boost the vitality of the beehives, and deeply tame the honeybees to ensure production thrived in my absence. I also emptied my secret stashes of premium Apple Wine, Apple Mead, and high-proof Applejack, transferring the entire inventory into my spatial Storage Ring to ensure I had a proper supply while staying in the capital city.
Shehuang had officially traded in her maid attire. She now wore a revealing, form-fitting black leather dress that perfectly complemented her dark snake scales. The skirt was aggressively slit up the thighs, designed to allow an instant transformation into her serpentine form if danger arose. Because her shift didn't accommodate clothing, she went entirely barefoot—her personal preference—and wore no undergarments whatsoever.
With the development of my specialized Summons Space, Shehuang was formally retiring from her domestic duties. Yin Meng was now stepping up as my official maid for the upcoming journey to the capital. Later that evening, my father joined my mother, Shehuang, and me for a quiet, final dinner before we set out.
The true trial, however, arrived the night before I was scheduled to leave for the academy.
Sylvia’s father made an unannounced appearance for dinner. The former Duke himself—Marquess Steven Sky.
Standing nearly six feet tall, the man looked remarkably young, appearing only a few years older than Sylvia herself. He possessed sharp grey eyes, a mane of pristine platinum blonde hair, and an oppressive aura befitting a 9th Circle Air Strong Knight. At the dining table, he leveled an absolute, unblinking glare directly at me.
I was currently seated squarely between Sylvia and Shade. Shade, having anticipated exactly how her foster father would behave, remained perfectly calm. She knew the depths of the man's character; he had raised her like his own child after she was orphaned.
Even with my occasional inability to read a room, I easily recognized the expression of a deeply disappointed, fiercely protective father. Not only had I gotten his daughter pregnant, married her, and effectively stolen her away, but I had also claimed Shade—his other surrogate child—at the exact same time. Seeing his blonde eyebrows twitching with pure, unadulterated agitation was almost comical, but I knew better than to push my luck.
I cleared my throat, adopting my best formal posture. "Cough... Marquess Sky, it is an honor to finally meet you. I am Mage-Knight Loki Sky, a distant relation to the primary branch."
Bang!
He slammed his hand against the heavy wooden table, the wood groaning under the brief leak of his knightly pressure. He pointed a rigid finger at me, turning his indignant gaze toward his daughter.
"Look at this! Look at him!" the Marquess barked. "He cannot even bring himself to call me 'father'! He sits there insisting on formal, stiff titles!"
Sylvia looked at my utterly bewildered expression, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips, though she wisely kept quiet.
Marquess Sky pivoted back to me, his tirade entering full swing. "Heh! You married a duchess, you wield both magic and the blade as a Mage-Knight, you wed my daughter completely under my nose, your brother is hailed as a generational genius, and you even had the absolute audacity to propose to my adopted daughter ten years ago without my permission!"
He leaned forward, his grey eyes flashing. "And after all of that, you slap me with a formal bureaucratic title instead of calling me father? You have massive balls, boy! I don't care how many accolades the crown gives you, or how deeply my daughter and Shade love you—in my book, you haven't proven you're worthy of them yet!"
I sat there, completely stunned. I shot a panicked glance at Sylvia, who had explicitly promised me that her father would adore me. The grumpy Marquess downed his entire glass of wine in a single swallow, clearly gearing up for a second round of verbal flaying. I was genuinely starting to question if I was a piece of scum when a soft voice cut through the tension.
"Ahem. Father, your yelling really isn't good for your unborn grandchild."
Sylvia calmly took a sip of fresh apple juice sourced directly from my orchard, offering her father a serene, perfectly timed smile.
The immense momentum the Marquess had built instantly collapsed like a house of cards. His entire face shifted in the greatest display of emotional acting I had ever witnessed—easily surpassing even my brother Thorin's dramatic antics.
"Daughter, please, don't worry," he said, his voice instantly dropping to a gentle, doting coo. "I'm not actually angry with this little thief of a trickster. He is family now, and the father of my grandbaby, hehe... I simply needed to let him know that I am always watching."
The Marquess turned back to me, his expression hardening into a stern but reasonable gaze. "Sir Loki Sky... now that you are the husband of my perfect daughter, you had better never let her down or cause her pain. If you do, I will personally cross the realms to settle the score."
An awkward but genuine smile broke across my face. I gave a firm, respectful nod to the eccentric powerhouse. "Father... thank you for the lesson. I will make the Northern Sky duchy proud. I will deeply love both of my wives and protect our future child with my life."
Hearing the word 'father' leave my mouth, his grumpy exterior completely melted away, replaced by a radiant, booming smile. He chuckled warmly, pointing a finger back at me while looking at Sylvia.
"Look at that! My son is exceptionally polite, haha! Brilliant job snagging such a fine catch and a male Mage-Knight, Sylvia!"
I blinked, absolute disbelief washing over me.
Did... did this terrifying 9th Circle Knight just put me through an existential crisis purely because I didn't call him 'father' the second he walked through the door?
Beneath the table, Shade gently patted my knee, offering me a highly sympathetic, silent look of comfort.
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