Getting back into the palace was easier than it should have been.
The eastern gate still had extra guards after the headless knight incident, but the night shift looked half-asleep and more concerned with not becoming the next clean disappearance than with checking every shadow. Renji carried the unconscious fairy in his arms like she weighed nothing. Aya walked slightly ahead, thick hips swaying, one hand still faintly glowing with residual orange mana in case anyone asked questions.
“They’re not going to just let us walk in with a half-naked winged girl,” Aya muttered under her breath. “We’re going to get stopped.”
“Probably,” Renji answered, calm. “Then I’ll erase the concept of ‘curiosity’ from whoever stops us and we’ll keep walking.”
Aya shot him a look that was equal parts exasperation and heat.
“You’re getting too comfortable with that skill.”
“I’m comfortable with a lot of things.”
They slipped through a side service entrance near the kitchens. The corridors were mostly empty. Distant voices echoed from the main hall—Takumi’s voice, loud and dramatic, already spinning the story. Renji and Aya kept to the shadows and the less-used staircases until they reached door 7 without being challenged.
Aya unlocked it. Renji carried the fairy inside and laid her carefully on the bed. Her transparent wings fluttered once, weak, then stilled. The soaked white fabric of her ruined clothes clung to her slim body. Blonde hair spilled across the pillow. She looked fragile and far too tempting for someone who had just been used as tentacle decoration.
Aya stared at her for a long second, then turned to Renji.
“Go find somewhere else to sleep. We’re already two in this room.”
Renji set the fairy’s limp hand down and looked at his girlfriend with the same lazy, unbothered expression he always used when he was about to push a boundary.
“We could be three. Might be a little uncomfortable at first…”
Aya’s eyes narrowed.
“No.”
“It won’t be bad having another girl around. She can help with the—”
“I said no.” Aya’s voice stayed quiet but firm. She climbed onto the bed on the opposite side of the fairy, lay down facing the unconscious girl, and put her back deliberately to Renji. “I can’t accept another girl. Not like that. Not in this bed. Not with you.”
Silence settled for a few breaths.
Downstairs, Takumi’s voice carried faintly through the stone.
“—and then this mysterious entity just appeared! I couldn’t even see its face, but the pressure was insane. One second the monster was about to finish me, the next second it was gone. Completely erased. Same clean disappearance as the knight by the gate. Whatever this thing is, it’s powerful. And it’s inside the castle walls.”
The King’s reply was lower, but the tone was clear.
“Then we find a way to expose it. No more disappearances. No more unknowns. Double the night patrols. I want every corridor watched.”
Back in the room, Aya stayed facing the fairy, spine rigid. Renji watched the line of her back, the soft curve of her waist under the thin nightgown she had changed into, the way her thick thighs pressed together.
{Possessive. Cute. Temporary.}
Aya eventually sighed, sat up, and swung her legs off the bed.
“I need the bathroom.”
She disappeared into the small attached washroom without looking at him. The door clicked shut but didn’t lock.
Renji waited three full seconds.
Then he followed.
The bathroom was small, lit by a single soft crystal lamp. Aya stood with her back to him, nightgown already pooled at her feet, completely naked. Thick hips, soft stomach, heavy tits, the faint red marks his hands and mouth had left earlier still visible on her skin. She was in the middle of stepping toward the toilet when his arms slid around her from behind.
She jolted.
“Renji—!”
He pulled her back against his chest, one arm locking firm under her tits, the other already sliding down her soft stomach. His mouth found the side of her neck.
“You’re not done negotiating,” he murmured.
He guided her forward until her knees hit the edge of the toilet, then applied steady pressure until she had no choice but to squat over it, thighs spread, completely exposed. The position was deliberately humiliating—open, vulnerable, balanced only because he held her there. Aya’s face burned. She tried to straighten, but his arm under her chest kept her locked in the squat.
“This is—embarrassing, you asshole—”
“Good.” His fingers slid between her legs from behind, finding her already slick. “You’re still wet from the forest. Still thinking about how I made you come while a monster was trying to kill everyone. And now you’re trying to tell me I can’t bring another girl into the bed.”
He started working her with slow, deliberate strokes, two fingers sinking deep while his thumb circled her clit. His other hand cupped one heavy tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers until it hardened completely. Aya’s thighs trembled from the squat and the stimulation at the same time. She tried to close her legs; he simply shifted his stance and kept them open with his own.
“Renji… we can’t—someone might hear—”
“Then stay quiet.” He added a third finger and curled them, pressing exactly where she was most sensitive. “I’m going to make you come until you change your mind. All night if I have to. You’re going to accept the third. And you’re going to like it.”
Aya’s head dropped forward. A broken, shaky moan escaped before she could bite it back. Her hips twitched despite the awkward position, chasing his hand even as she tried to twist away. He held her firmly in the squat, fingers pumping steady, palm occasionally brushing the soft skin of her inner thighs, other hand still tormenting her nipples one after the other.
“You’re already dripping onto the floor,” he whispered against her ear, voice low and amused. “Soaking my hand while you pretend you don’t want this. Keep pretending. I’ll just keep going.”
Aya’s breathing turned ragged. Her thick thighs shook harder. She reached back with one hand, gripping his hip for balance, nails digging in. The other braced against the wall. Every time she tried to rise he simply adjusted his grip and kept her right where he wanted her—open, squatting, completely at his mercy while his fingers worked her closer and closer.
He edged her deliberately. Brought her to the trembling edge, then slowed. Let her calm just enough, then started again harder. Aya’s soft protests turned into quiet, desperate little sounds she couldn’t fully suppress. Her free hand left the wall and covered her own mouth.
Renji smiled against her neck.
“That’s it. Stay quiet. Come for me like this and maybe I’ll consider letting you stand up.”
He didn’t let her stand up.
He kept her there, fingers relentless, determining to break the refusal one orgasm at a time if that was what it took. The crystal lamp cast soft light over her flushed skin, the wet shine between her spread thighs, the way her heavy tits moved with every shaky breath.
Outside the bathroom door the palace continued its late-night quiet.
Downstairs the King and the remaining knights planned how to hunt an unknown entity that could erase knights and monsters alike.
In the bedroom the unconscious fairy girl breathed softly on the bed, wings faintly glowing.
The negotiation had only just started.