A Leisurely, Lazy Vacation of Eating, Sex, and Sleep
The day to return had finally arrived after a leisurely, lazy vacation spent eating, having sex, and sleeping. Although Eden was vast, the places worth sightseeing were limited, so there was inevitably a lot of time spent rolling around in bed. The pheromone-scented candles I had prepared ran out midway, forcing me to get more from Master, but most of the time was spent with him in bed.
“I should get going now.”
“Safe travels.”
We had to part ways inside the immigration building because exiting through it led to the train station connected to the various nations. The departure process for Eden citizens was complicated, but the bigger reason was that, as an Angel, I was strictly prohibited from leaving Eden.
Theo, dressed in his military uniform just as he had been upon arrival, told me he would return once Eden changed, then left after a brief kiss. Thinking about it again, he had never shown more than a certain level of interest in me from start to finish. Even now, aside from the customary farewell, he simply turned away without any special words or gestures.
Well, considering what he had said before, that kind of coldness made sense. He had declared he would love me as a partner to relieve his special sexual desires, so it was bound to be different from a lover’s relationship.
His adjutant, who had been watching us, gave a slight bow and offered a calm greeting before following him into the immigration office. The jealousy that had once flickered in her eyes had vanished like smoke.
As I headed home after parting with him, I reflected on what I had felt during our time together. After meeting him in person, having sex, and living alongside him, I realized that my feelings of love for him were rather small. Especially when his pheromones were cut off during sex and my body cooled down, that feeling became crystal clear.
A love I thought I felt, but one that wasn’t particularly passionate? Or had my emotions cooled after living with Master? Or maybe I had simply mistaken my love of pleasure for love itself?
In truth, I had come to feel that I lacked humanity. Having had an adult Angel ego implanted into me without any childhood self-formation, I sensed various distortions that set me apart from ordinary people. But what could I do? This deficient being was me. All I could do was accept it and keep living.
When I returned to the residence, far more Queens were living there than before. Groups of them sat chatting in the first-floor lobby, and many more were enjoying their leisure time in the rest areas and recreation spaces on each floor. Wondering why there were so many, I realized today was a holiday.
“Ah, you’re back?”
“Yes. No problems, I hope?”
When I entered the secretary’s office next to the seventh-floor executive office, one of the secretaries inside greeted me warmly. She was clearly a Queen, as evidenced by the Queen tattoo on her neck. Wearing a tracksuit with her hair in a neat updo, she had previously worked as a secretary at a large corporation and was now doing the same here. For now, her duties were limited to the maintenance and management of the Queens, but once we began expanding the brothel in earnest, her workload would increase.
“The Queens’ move-in has gone smoothly. They’re getting along well, too.”
“Mm, I noticed the good atmosphere as I came up.”
“I suppose being in the same situation has a big effect.”
“Since they must live as Master’s Queens for the rest of their lives unless something special happens, it makes sense they’d feel a sense of kinship.”
Becoming a Queen and being bound to Master carried exactly that meaning.
That aside, where had all the Blackmen gone? I didn’t see a single one.
“Where did those gentlemen go? I didn’t see any of them.”
“The number of Queens ended up being much higher than expected, so they said they were going to look for a building to use as the brothel while turning this one entirely into living quarters?”
“It increased that much?”
“Yes. About twice as many as anticipated?”
Twice? Just how many Queens did these greedy bastards need before they were satisfied? Sigh. Maybe it was because they were so overflowing with sexual desire, but they certainly had a huge appetite for women.
I accepted the list of newly arrived Queens and sat down at my desk.
“Wow, I never imagined there were so many women in Eden with such diverse professions.”
“Right? I find it fascinating too.”
Perhaps because I was an Angel who mainly frequented the entertainment district, I hadn’t realized Eden had women working in so many different fields. Then again, when I worked as a bartender, I had only dealt with male customers, so it was understandable I wouldn’t know. I had also mainly used only Angel-dedicated community sites.
While reading through the Queens’ information, the secretary spoke again.
“Oh, right. There’s a request to open a coffee shop.”
“Coffee?”
“Yes. A former barista and a few others want to open a store together.”
“Hmm.”
According to the document, a barista who had left the café she originally worked at after becoming a Queen wanted her own shop. She had persuaded several unemployed Queens and submitted the application. It seemed my instruction to apply for anything they wanted to do had prompted them to take action.
“Well, I don’t see why not. They have freedom in everything except sexual freedom, after all.”
“If they open a shop in the commercial district, they’ll be back by six anyway.”
The proposal I had made to Master last time had been accepted. As a result, the Queens were now guaranteed considerable freedom, with the only restriction being Master’s sexual needs. They could continue their original jobs and professions, though they would need to coordinate schedules with other Queens who served the same Master. In some cases, they could even take long breaks from sexual service.
“They’ve even attached permission slips from each Queen’s Master. They came well-prepared. I approve.”
“Understood, Madam. I’ll process it accordingly.”
I stamped the document with the seal symbolizing the authority Master had granted me and handed it to the secretary.
After organizing the various matters that had piled up over the past few days, it was already late afternoon. During work, several more secretaries had filled the room, making it a bit noisy.
“...How did the thing Sir ordered go?”
“Ah, the mass purchase of pheromone veils? I ordered them from someone I know.”
“What should we have for dinner?”
“I’m on a diet, so I’m being careful.”
“My Master says he likes them plump.”
“Plump? Don’t you mean chubby?”
“What? You want to get hit?”
Watching them chat so amiably, it was fascinating how people who had no prior connection could become so close simply because they shared the common point of being Queens. One peculiar thing was that despite their age differences, the Queens all spoke to each other casually.
When I asked about it, they answered like this:
“Except for Master and Madam, we’re all in equal relationships, so we decided not to care about age differences.”
“It felt awkward at first, but now it’s actually more comfortable?”
“It was decided during the first Queen meeting. Didn’t you know?”
“Looks like no one told you.”
So that had happened. While I was away meeting Theo, the Queens had held a meeting among themselves and established their own rules.
“You even have Queen meetings?”
“Yes. We discuss necessary matters between us, things we should keep, and so on.”
“We decided to hold them regularly once a month.”
“Do I participate too?”
They exchanged glances, then smiled and spoke in relay.
“Madam is our superior, so you don’t need to attend.”
“This is a meeting for the regular Queens only.”
“Oh, please don’t feel upset. We’ll report the results to you right away.”
“By the way, I have the minutes from the last meeting organized. I’ll bring them over.”
They exchanged words smoothly and promptly brought me the documents, all while carefully watching to see if I would say anything. This was basically… a union, right? And I was middle management. The analogy felt a bit off, but nothing better came to mind.
When I looked at the documents they had brought, I saw that a wide variety of miscellaneous matters had been decided by majority vote. The first meeting had sixty-seven participants? Among the listed names, I also spotted Kate and Liana.
They participated in the first one, huh.
The content wasn’t particularly special. Things like basic courtesy toward one another, precautions regarding their Masters, establishing an emergency contact network… Oh, there was also discussion about contraception.
“You all decided to take birth control pills?”
“Yes… We heard some rather unpleasant stories.”
“That if you give birth to a baby girl, they’ll sell her as a slave…”
At my question, their expressions darkened noticeably. Ah, it seemed someone had asked Master about it. Since they still believed that, the information clearly hadn’t spread yet.
“Regarding that matter, I consulted with Master and changed it so that at least the children born to Eden’s Queens will not be treated that way. You can raise them like normal babies.”
“Really?”
“Wow! As expected of Madam!”
“Let’s revise it again at the next meeting.”
Their faces brightened again as they smiled and thanked me. Seeing them so happy made me feel good too, and I smiled along with them. It really was pleasant to see others happy.
“If you have any suggestions, please organize them and let me know. I’ll discuss anything that seems necessary with Master.”
“Thank you, Madam.”
Listening to them chatter in such a warm, friendly atmosphere, it seemed the secretaries here acted as a sort of meeting facilitator. They took the lead in gathering opinions.
Keeping that same warm mood, I ate dinner in the cafeteria before finally finishing my workday and returning to my room. Master had not yet returned, so I laid out a mat and did some stretching and light exercises to loosen up my body.
Thanks to my natural flexibility and consistent training, my highly supple body allowed me to perform every yoga pose with ease. After warming up adequately, I was practicing the various Mare postures in place when Master opened the door and entered.
“Ah, Master. Welcome back.”
I quickly knelt and bowed, and Master’s voice came from above my head.
“Yes. Did it go well?”
“Yes. He left satisfied.”
I helped Master undress and accompanied him into the bathroom to attend to his bath. By now, I could naturally wash his body and converse with him without any particular self-consciousness.
As I told him about the plays I had done with Theo and massaged his balls, which were overflowing with essence, I could see his thighs stiffen with tension. Wow, it really seemed he had kept his promise and hadn’t had sex with anyone for the past few days.
His balls, so concentrated with essence that they were swollen tight, felt impressively heavy.
“Hoo… It’s hard to hold back.”
“You really didn’t do it even once in all those days?”
“I made a promise, didn’t I?”
“Thank you. Mwah.”
After lightly getting him off once in the bathroom, we moved to the bed and enjoyed a frenzied session of sex. Master’s pent-up passion was so intense that my womb only stopped feeling bloated after he had filled it with essence.
Ugh, I ate too much at once. It feels so full.
Feeling the essence being busily refined inside my magic core, I lay in bed with Master, his cock still buried in my pussy.
“Ugh, I’m so full…”
“I don’t even know how many times I came.”
At his exhausted voice, I looked at Master and saw clear signs of fatigue. His face looked a bit pale, and his cock had lost its strength, shrinking without any erection.
Oh no. I got too excited and sucked up too much essence. I touched his shriveled balls, now empty of essence, then climbed off him.
My womb was so full of semen that the excess flowed out, pooling on Master’s stomach. Unlike before, the semen was slightly thinner and less viscous, so it flowed out easily.
“To think I’d be this drained… You really are incredible.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever felt this full. As expected, Master is amazing.”
No matter how long he had held back, he must have cum more than ten times. Wasn’t this beyond human limits? I grew curious whether all Blackmen could do this much.
Anyway, after cleaning his cock with my mouth and helping him put on underwear, Master suggested having a late-night snack.
“Even if you want a late-night snack, there aren’t any restaurants in Eden open at night.”
“Not a single one?”
“No. After six o’clock, all restaurants must close. Everyone either eats at home or has snacks at the bars in the entertainment district.”
“How inconvenient they’ve made it.”
As Master grumbled, quite a few people were dissatisfied with this law. Those living in dormitories could eat at the dormitory cafeteria, but for others, the inconvenience of having to eat before six or at home was significant. Eating at the bars in the entertainment district was also wasteful because the prices included the cost of the Angels’ services and were exorbitantly high. Moreover, most of the food wasn’t suitable as a proper meal replacement.
“Shall I make something simple? Let me see what ingredients we have left…”
“Anything that can fill my stomach is fine. I’ll step out for a bit.”
“Yes, Master.”
Master left the room in light clothing, and I checked the refrigerator in the kitchen. It had been a while since we last shopped, and after being away for several days, the completely empty fridge greeted me.
This was a problem. There was literally nothing to work with. Hmm, should I ask the other Queens?
With no other choice, I threw on some light clothes and left the room. Since the seventh floor—where the executive office, administrative office, and Master’s large room were located—had no other Blackmen’s rooms, I headed first to the first-floor lobby, which would have the most people.
When I took the elevator down to the first floor, I saw Queens huddled together in the nicely decorated lobby. They too were dressed in light, revealing clothes as they sat and chatted. One of them noticed me approaching, stood up, and greeted me. The rest followed suit.
“Hello, Madam.”
“Hello.”
“Ah, yes. You don’t need to be so formal with me.”
Receiving the kind of greeting normally given to Blackmen felt incredibly awkward. Maybe it was because all their faces were new to me.
“More importantly, does anyone have any food ingredients?”
At my question, they looked at each other with troubled expressions.
“I’m sorry. I only moved in yesterday and haven’t finished unpacking yet.”
“I only have things to serve Master…”
I told the apologetic women it was fine and moved on. Even after asking the Queens throughout the spacious lobby, I couldn’t find anything useful. Surprisingly few of them cooked for themselves. Most either bought prepackaged meals to heat up or went to bars to eat.