Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Overwintering - 7
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Elsia, who had offered to serve me, immediately took my cock into her mouth and began sucking it like a vacuum cleaner, drawing out every last drop of semen from deep inside my urethra.
'Whoa, damn...'
The so-called vacuum blowjob felt so good that my legs went weak.
But Elsia didn't stop there. She kept escalating her service.
One hand stroked the shaft of my cock while the other fondled my balls, stimulating the semen inside.
"Elsia... that's..."
"If it feels good, just cum. Sian."
Her tone was cool and professional, like a dedicated secretary handling her CEO's sexual needs.
"Ngh!"
In the end, I couldn't hold back against her skilled hands and ended up spurting semen all over her face.
"It's hot."
"Hoo... sorry."
"No need. It's only natural for a concubine."
Elsia responded stiffly, but her next action was anything but.
Like someone savoring a precious tonic, she scooped the thick white fluid from her face and licked it all into her mouth, then showed it to me.
Right in front of my eyes, she swallowed it down.
Gulp.
"It's fishy, but oddly addictive. I think I get why Chloe eats it."
"You two talk about stuff like that?"
"It just came up somehow. Somehow."
My cock hardened again at her actions.
Seeing my reaction, Elsia suddenly glanced at Sylvia and smirked.
What? Is she provoking Sylvia right now?
Not stopping there, Elsia knelt demurely before my cock again and looked up at me.
"Sian."
"Yeah."
"I've become your concubine, but we haven't held a proper ceremony."
"True."
"So how about a simple one right now?"
"Right now?"
"Yes. Sylvia can officiate."
"Sylvia, can you do that?"
"Uh... um..."
Sylvia hesitated at my question, then nodded reluctantly. She didn't seem thrilled, but she wanted to grant my request.
"Then let's begin."
With that, Elsia hooked her pinky with mine like a promise and gazed at my cock.
"I, Elsia, pledge my body and soul to Sian as his concubine."
With Sylvia watching, Elsia recited her vow and sealed it with a kiss on my cock.
"For real?"
Sylvia was stunned by the sight, and honestly, so was I.
Elsia's every move was driving me wild with lust.
Finishing her lewd vow with that kiss, Elsia looked up at me and declared,
"From this moment, my body and soul belong to you, Sian."
"Elsia..."
Moved by her words, I laid her back on the bed.
Her face was its usual emotionless mask, but I could sense her embarrassment.
"I'll make a vow too."
As I positioned myself, I slowly slid my cock inside her.
Feeling it reach her cervix, I continued.
"No matter what happens, I'll love you, Elsia."
"Ah... yes."
"And I'll take responsibility. For you and Elin."
"Sian... mmph..."
Before she could respond fully, I kissed her. Now we were connected above and below.
We shared that intimate bond, gradually building to climax.
"I love you, Elsia."
"Hng... I love you too."
With those loving whispers, I planted my seed deep inside her once more, and Elsia came so hard her fingers stiffened.
To let her savor the afterglow, I licked her cheek while holding her close.
Once she came to her senses, Elsia stuck out her tongue, tangling it with mine in a deep, passionate kiss to share the lingering pleasure.
"Did it feel good?"
"Yeah, it felt amazing, Elsia."
"Then I'll rest a bit."
Exhausted from the intense lovemaking, Elsia looked drained.
Unlike her, though, my cock was still raring to go.
Did I overdo it with the aphrodisiac? Hope that's okay.
Luckily, I wasn't done for the night—Elsia wasn't my only partner.
"Sian, let me clean you up."
Sylvia, who had been watching Elsia's solo performance, approached and licked the semen-coated cock clean with her tongue. I stroked her head affectionately, proud of her.
Sylvia flashed a seductive smile and started sucking my cock so hard her cheeks hollowed out.
Like the boys in rural villages dreaming of bard tales, Sylvia had wanted to be the Rye Field Girl from the story of the Black Knight and the Rye Field Girl.
Rebecca, the rye field girl scraping by day after day in her village.
Yet she lived each day with hope for happier times ahead. And as she wished, a nameless knight falls for her at first sight and proposes—their romantic tale.
But like most village boys who abandon their dreams for the present, Sylvia was the same.
Her girlish hope of a knight sweeping her away faded after her maiden days, since no such man ever came.
Well, there was one.
Ian.
The hunter who seemed like a noble young lord truly resembled the knights in the bards' songs.
But he carried more burdens than she imagined, so Sylvia never confessed.
And that regret lingered even after marriage and bearing three daughters.
If her husband had truly loved her and not been disappointed they were girls, it might have faded. But he hadn't.
Then Sian appeared before her.
Not in looks, but his unique aura and confidence reminded her of first love.
And he loved her daughter Chloe more than anyone, and now he was accepting her too.
'I don't want to lose him.'
She couldn't be first—Chloe had that spot.
But Chloe was fine.
She was her daughter. Seeing Chloe loved felt like she was loved too.
But
'Second place is mine.'
Sylvia understood Elsia's desire to be Sian's concubine and Chloe's acceptance of her.
Yet Sylvia wanted his love more than anyone.
Her belated girlish passion was burning fiercely.
"Sian, does my chest feel good?"
"Feels great."
If he hadn't accepted her, it wouldn't burn this hot. But Sian didn't care about her age and eagerly returned her affection.
"This time, let me do it."
Every action of his gave her more reason to cling.
"Ahh! Sian! Yes! So good!"
Handling two women at once let me compare them.
Elsia was sopping wet and so sensitive that just inserting made her cum easily. Yet in bed, she focused solely on pleasuring me, using skills to satisfy me above all. Probably her self-awareness as my concubine shining through.
Sylvia, by contrast, had insatiable lust and was affectionate, fostering deep emotional connection.
Elsia felt like dutiful marital sex; Sylvia like a passionate teenage romance.
"Ahh! Sian! Yes! It's so good, I'm going crazy!"
Her moans spilled out with every thrust.
Sylvia cried out as if begging me to see her.
I sealed her lips with my tongue. Honestly, she was too loud.
'Gonna wake the kids at this rate.'
Night had already fallen.
Everyone was asleep; her screams would rouse them.
'Or maybe they're used to it by now?'
No soundproofing in this house—they'd surely heard our nightly romps.
Ah, Clia the airhead might not know. She still scolded her sister to go easy, clueless about sex.
"S-Sian?"
"You're too loud, Sylvia. You'll wake the kids."
"Ugh... sorry."
At my words, Sylvia deflated instantly.
Like a girl being led by her crush.
It felt good how her emotions swung with me, but I worried too.
What if she gets mood swings because of me?
"Sylvia!"
"Y-Yes?! What...?"
"Do you dislike me?"
"No! I love you more than like. My belly flutters!"
"I-I see."
Her bold, lewd line thrown out casually startled me a bit, but I kept my face neutral to spare her feelings.
"I love you too, Sylvia."
"I know... even without you saying."
"Then why the insecurity? Is it Elsia?"
"Well..."
She fell silent at my point, fidgeting. I got it.
"Are you worried about our relationship?"
"...Yeah."
Sylvia seemed to lack confidence.
Confidence that I'd keep loving her as a woman.
"I'm not young like Chloe, or capable like Elsia."
"You're beautiful."
"But this looks won't last forever."
Her words made sense.
No matter how much I said I loved her, words were just words. In 10 years, 20—what then? Too far to know, but realistic.
And unlike Chloe, we weren't married; unlike Elsia, not publicly concubine.
Her position was ambiguous compared to them.
Of course, I could make it official. I had the power and influence.
But announcing my mother-in-law as my wife? Even a sex-crazed maniac like me couldn't.
Though everyone probably knew already.
"Sigh... I was saving this for later."
"Huh?"
Normally I wouldn't, but I'm on another level of horniness.
"Sorry it's not romantic, but Sylvia, will you be my wife?"
Sylvia stared speechless at the silver ring I offered, a beautiful emerald embedded in the center.
"Wh-what?! Huh?!"
I slipped it onto her left ring finger as she panicked.
"If any man bothers you, show this ring and say, 'I'm Sian's wife.'"
"Sian..."
Tears welling, Sylvia hugged me tight.
"Sorry for doubting you."
"It's okay."
I thrust my hips as I spoke.
"Because I love you, Sylvia."
"I love you so much too~"
Her tongue tangled with mine.
Saliva flowed between us, back and forth.
Meanwhile, I ravaged her pussy with my cock. Her juices squirted with each plunge, and she clenched incredibly tight each time.
"I'm cumming!"
"Ngh! Cum inside me!"
Sylvia hugged me so hard her nails left marks, and I unleashed another load straight into her cervix.
"Hah... hah..."
The biggest load of the night overflowed, staining the bed.
"Sylvia? You passed out."
Her eyes rolled back as she fainted. I gently laid her on the bed, then slipped between her and Elsia, finally feeling tired myself. Holding them close, I drifted off.
It had been a long, long threesome.