The three of them indulged in carnal pleasure until deep into the night before falling into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Selma was the first to wake, just before dawn.
She let out a big yawn as faint light slipped through the gap in the curtains.
“Nn… Fwaa… Oh, I must have passed out.”
She remembered shaking her ass and seducing her Master, but everything after that was hazy.
All she clearly recalled was moaning endlessly alongside Fiana and taking the boy’s lust all over her body.
After that, her memories cut off completely.
Still, it was undeniably an intense night of passion.
The evidence was everywhere—bodily fluids splattered not just on the bed but across the entire room, and the thick scent of sex lingered heavily in the air.
Selma herself had been pumped full of thick seed in her stomach, intestines, and precious womb.
Dried cum was still stuck all over her body.
Despite that state, the onahole wife who had been utterly defeated by his cock wore a deeply satisfied smile from the bottom of her heart.
“Fufu… Master really is such a naughty boy ♥”
The tiny tyrant responsible for this mess was fast asleep beside her, drooling sloppily.
His face still had a cute, youthful charm.
His body was still slender with developing muscles.
Yet between his legs stood a magnificent cock completely disproportionate to his small frame.
“Honestly… what an incredible cock… ♥”
An orc-like reproductive drive in such a small body.
Even after unleashing so much lust, it was still rock-hard.
Even with both of them working together, his seemingly bottomless libido could only make her smile wryly.
“And here I am, so sore I feel like I’ve been worked over by a pack of wolves… Geez ♥”
Muttering in exasperation, Selma gently stroked the boy’s head.
His short, fine hair was smooth and glossy, pleasant to touch—like petting a cat.
Stroking his head while he slept was one of Selma’s secret pleasures.
“Now that I think about it, where’s Fiana?”
She wanted to talk with her properly.
Just the two of them, wife to wife, both belonging to the same Master.
With that thought, Selma scanned the small bedroom with her crimson eyes, but the person she was looking for was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe she went to the bathroom, or perhaps for another reason.
Careful not to wake Shota, Selma quietly slipped out of bed and left the room.
“Oh, you’re awake too, Selma.”
Fiana was in the living room.
The widow had been sitting at the table, staring blankly, but looked up when she sensed Selma coming down the stairs.
“Yes.
You couldn’t sleep?”
“Um… well… my ass is still tingling…”
“Ah, I see.”
Fiana looked down shyly at Selma’s question.
On closer inspection, she was subtly shifting her hips, clearly uncomfortable sitting down.
“Well, after getting spanked and fucked that hard in the ass, it’s only natural.”
Shota had been especially fond of her ass last night and kept violating her asshole whenever he had the chance.
As a result, her intestines were completely painted white and had been fully developed into a second cum-milking hole.
In other words, the reason Fiana couldn’t sit still wasn’t from pain, but from the lingering pleasure caused by the thick cum still inside her.
“Was it really that much…?”
“You don’t remember?
Oh yes, it was incredible.
I never knew you could make sounds like that, Fiana.”
Fiana’s face turned bright red all the way to her ears at the mention of her forgotten lewd behavior.
It was hard to believe this modest, shy woman was the same one who had been screaming like a beast with guttural moans while getting fucked.
Even after falling so completely, her core nature remained pure and chaste.
That was part of her charm.
“Um… would you like something to drink?”
Trying to change the subject, Fiana stood up quietly.
Selma nodded with a mischievous smile.
“Yes, thank you.
It’s so early, so water is fine.
No need to boil anything.”
Fiana headed to the kitchen.
Selma’s gaze followed her.
Even to another woman, Fiana’s body wrapped in the sweater dress was beautiful.
Especially her unconsciously swaying massive ass—it was simply breathtaking.
Selma knew that men looked at Fiana with the same sticky, lustful gazes they gave her.
Fiana herself probably didn’t realize it, but she possessed that level of charm.
A supreme woman who exuded the rich allure of a ripe fruit.
Thinking that Shota had turned such a woman into his onahole wife filled Selma with a strange, complex emotion—even though she had been the one to push for it.
“Is something wrong, Selma?”
“No, nothing.”
When Fiana returned with glasses of water, the witch gave her a meaningful smile.
“You look like you’re plotting something again.”
“How rude.
I don’t plot things.”
“Liar.
You completely set me up this time.”
Fiana smiled wryly at Selma’s exaggerated pout.
Though Selma was older and taller, when the two stood side by side, Fiana somehow looked like the older sister.
“I didn’t set you up.
I simply gave you a little push.
You were so withdrawn after losing your husband and child.”
“That’s true… At the time, I thought the world had ended.”
“Well, it’s good to see you’ve recovered enough to talk about it in the past tense.
Harsh medicine worked wonders.”
“Honestly…”
The way Fiana sighed at the laughing witch made them seem like longtime friends.
They probably felt a sense of camaraderie as fellow onahole wives serving the same Master.
Selma also admitted to herself that she didn’t dislike the new addition.
In the peaceful atmosphere, the witch suddenly dropped her smile.
“Hey, Fiana.”
“Yes?”
“Do you have any regrets?”
She asked without elaborating further.
She knew the capable guild worker would understand the implication.
“No, none at all.”
Fiana answered firmly and without hesitation.
“Good.
Then that’s all that matters.”
Selma’s expression softened slightly at the answer as she let out a small sigh.
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Everything else was secondary.
That was why she wanted to give him everything he desired and offer him every woman he wanted—including herself.
She would even give her life if needed.
That said, she wasn’t heartless, nor was she a villain who enjoyed pushing others off a cliff.
It was best if no one became unhappy in this decadent, lewd relationship.
“Just out of curiosity, what would you have done if I said I regretted it?”
“Nothing in particular.
I would have felt a little bad, but that’s all.”
Selma’s flat response was cold, but it was her honest truth.
She preferred no one to be unhappy, but only within the scope of what Shota wanted.
If he desired a woman, she would obtain her by any means necessary, even if it meant sacrificing everything.
That was Selma the witch’s way of loving Shota.
“…You really are the scary type once you fall for someone, Selma.”
“I surprised even myself.”
Selma was an experienced woman, but she had never truly fallen for anyone before.
She used to think men existed to be toyed with, manipulated, and controlled.
She never imagined she would become so devoted once she fell in love.
Her face twisted into a self-deprecating smile at how much she had changed.
“Are you planning to keep increasing Master’s women?”
“If that’s what Master wants, then yes.”
Fiana asked quietly.
After a brief silence, Selma nodded without hesitation.
“Then I’m in it with you.”
“You’ll help too, Fiana?”
“Of course.
I’m the second wife, after all.
I’ll follow the first wife’s lead.
Besides, I also want to fulfill all of Husband’s wishes.”
Fiana’s eyes were steady, filled with quiet determination.
To Fiana now, nothing was more important than her husband Shota.
In fact, she firmly believed that any woman who caught his eye should swear love and loyalty to him and offer her pussy.
That was the duty and joy of being born female.
“Husband promised to make lots of babies with me.
If he’s building a harem, then he should breed as many women as he wants and fill them with his children.
Any child of Husband’s is sure to be adorable.”
“That sounds like a lot of childcare.”
“I’ll give you advice when you give birth, as your senior.”
“My, that’s reassuring.”
The two women sat across from each other at the table, giggling softly.
By now, the morning sunlight streaming into the living room had grown quite bright.
“Then, once again, let’s get along from now on.”
“Yes, please take care of me as well.”
And so, without Shota’s knowledge, the two onahole wives firmly shook hands.
All for the sake of their beloved Master.
Shota’s harem expansion had begun in earnest without him even realizing it.
“We should start by preparing a new home.”
“A new home?”
“Yes.
A new house for all of us to live in.”
With a smile so beautiful that even Fiana, another woman, was captivated, Selma’s crimson eyes gazed into the distance.