Rebecca
Rebecca’s house had two bathrooms, each with its own toilet.
After scrubbing himself clean in one of them, Jun sat on the bed in her bedroom and waited for her with mounting impatience.
He considered killing time by poking around every corner of the room, but her bedroom was so barren it was hard to believe it belonged to a woman. Only the barest minimum of furniture stood there, as if she had pursued efficiency to its absolute limit.
In his previous life the dresser that almost certainly held her underwear would have drawn his eye like a magnet. In this life, after countless nights spent tangled with his beautiful wives, he felt not the slightest interest in empty scraps of cloth.
What the hell is taking her so long?
His patience finally ran out. He switched on his radar.
He had deliberately left it off because he wanted to see her naked body with his own eyes, but curiosity had become unbearable.
…She’s just as eager as I am!
Rebecca was still bathing. She was scrubbing her breasts, her pussy, and her ass with particular thoroughness—so thoroughly that the skin had begun to swell slightly. When she finally noticed, she made a flustered, pouting face. She looked exactly like a fresh young virgin who had gotten carried away with excitement over her first time with her boyfriend… even if she was roughly ten times older.
In any case, the fact that she was washing not only her breasts but her pussy and ass so carefully told him she was more than willing to go further. That she had still pretended otherwise, still acted as if she had no choice, only made Jun’s blood boil all over again.
I’m going to torment you for that.
Crack! Crackle!
A sly grin spread across his face as he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. Electricity perfectly tuned to stimulate a woman’s erogenous zones crackled between his fingertips, announcing its presence.
He was still steeling his resolve when—
The door burst open.
“S-sorry I’m late. I was healing the wounds I took during our spar and lost track of time. Forgive me.”
Rebecca stepped into the bedroom wearing a bathrobe, covering the real reason for her delay with a lie.
There she goes again, protecting her pride.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Jun clicked his tongue inwardly at her continued pretense, yet greeted her with an outward smile. There was no need to show his true colors until the fish was already in the net.
Seeing his smiling face, Rebecca flushed scarlet like a virgin and stammered,
“H-huh! Th-the mask?”
“I didn’t think I needed it in front of you, Miss Rebecca. Why? Should I put it back on?”
“N-no! Don’t wear it! It would only be uncomfortable. There’s no need.”
“I only have to rest it on my head, so it isn’t really uncomfortable.”
“E-even so…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say she preferred him without it. A petty urge to put the mask on just to spite her rose in Jun, but he decided it would only slow the growth of her affection and let it go.
“Well, digging it back out would be a hassle, so I’ll leave it.”
“Good decision. B-but… did you put on perfume?”
She asked, then sniffed the air. Her expression instantly turned hazy. She gave her head a light shake to clear it, then stared at him with eyes bright with excitement. She clearly believed he had sprayed something to seduce her.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Th-there’s no need to be embarrassed. A man going to the trouble of attracting a woman is only natural for a living creature.”
She lifted her chin with smug superiority. This time Jun simply could not let it slide; he shook his head with a straight face.
“No, I really didn’t spray anything.”
“Then what is this sweet scent?!”
“It’s my natural body scent.”
“B-body scent? This?”
“Yes. I received a blessing from a god once, and ever since then my scent has been much sweeter. Normally I cover it with deodorant, but the shower must have washed it off.”
“I-is that so. I misunderstood, then.”
Her elven ears confirmed he was telling the truth. Rebecca ducked her head to hide her flaming face. She was embarrassed by her own premature excitement, yet also a little disappointed that he hadn’t actually tried to seduce her.
Sniff! Sniff!
Even so, her nose kept greedily drinking in his scent of its own accord. Her feet, too, began drifting toward him without her noticing.
Gulp.
Watching her approach as if entranced, Jun had to admit it: she had every right to be proud.
It would be stranger if she weren’t.
Crimson hair and eyes that inflamed a man like a matador’s red cape. Copper skin gleaming with a fresh sheen of moisture. An arrogant, sharp face that stirred the urge to conquer. On top of that, a model’s height, enormous breasts, a narrow waist, and a firm, full ass. She possessed a beauty capable of toppling nations.
With looks like that, how could she not be proud? Most people would laugh off even the most outrageous behavior as simply “the price of that face.”
“Hm? Hah!”
She had drifted right up to him before she realized it. The sudden awareness of his presence snapped her back to herself; she flinched at the distance—close enough to touch if she only reached out—and tried to step back.
Of course Jun did not allow it.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He caught her arm and pulled her down to sit right in front of him. The intoxicating scent of her body flooded his nose; the springy feel of dark-elf skin traveled up through his own. His half-soft cock snapped back to full hardness in the blink of an eye.
“Ah! Hih! Nngh!”
Pressed against him like a lover on the edge of the bed, Rebecca still could not accept the situation. Belatedly she began thrashing like a broken doll. Jun chuckled and locked both arms firmly around her waist so she could not escape, then whispered softly into her ear.
“There, there. It’s all right. Calm down, Miss Rebecca.”
“Hyaang~. Hic! S-stop! Don’t whisper in my ear!”
“I’ll stop once you calm down.”
“Nngh! I s-said stop! Your voice is too, too—!”
“Too what?”
“Dangerous~”
Even as her mouth claimed it was dangerous, that they shouldn’t, she pressed her ear right up against his lips as if begging for more.
When we first met she was startled by my voice—I wondered then, and sure enough, she just really likes it.
His looks and scent usually overshadowed it, but thanks to the Popularity Blessing and Fortuna’s improvements, Jun’s voice had also reached the heavenly tier. He had been a little disappointed that so few people reacted to it; this time it seemed ready to pull its weight.
“Haa~. Haa~. It really is too dangerous~. You are far too dangerous a being~”
Her face had gone slack and hazy, as if she were drugged. Strength drained from her body until she melted into his arms; her once-stiff voice turned soft and languid.
Twitch. Twitch.
His cock, growing impatient, gave a little protest twitch. Fortunately Rebecca, drowning in his scent and voice, never noticed.
You—behave or you’ll get scolded. We’re nowhere near ready yet, so calm down.
He gave his cock a light mental scolding and sang the national anthem of his previous life under his breath until the urgency faded. If the virgin Rebecca noticed he was hard, all the tension he had carefully loosened would snap right back into place.
Once the pressure eased, he let out a quiet breath of relief and checked her condition. She was so dazed she was nodding off. Perfect time to begin.
“Rebecca.”
“Mm~”
“I’m going to keep my promise. I’ll take care of everything, so you just stay still, all right?”
“Mm~”
A half-dreaming but unmistakably affirmative answer. Without further delay Jun undid the knot holding her bathrobe closed.
Rustle.
W-wow~
The thick robe fell open and two ripe watermelons immediately asserted their presence. They were even wrapped in a purple silk slip for presentation’s sake; an involuntary gasp of admiration escaped him.
I’m taking them. No matter what it takes, I’m taking them.
He already possessed watermelons and peaches that anyone would envy, yet his hunger for lush fruit never seemed to die. Vowing to claim the copper-skinned pair before him, he carefully slipped a hand into the deep plunge of her slip.
“Hyaat!”
The unfamiliar sensation on her breast drew a small cry from Rebecca. It was a cute sound that clashed with her usual appearance yet somehow suited her personality perfectly; Jun couldn’t help a quiet laugh.
Soft. Soft.
His hand never stopped caressing her breast. Was it a dark-elf trait? They were incredibly springy. Every press met strong resistance that shoved his fingers back—exactly like the rubber balls he used to play with as a boy. Before long he was squeezing hard enough to burst them, bouncing them from underneath, treating them like toys.
“W-wait! That hurts! It hurts, I said!”
“Ah, sorry. Your breasts feel so good to touch that I started treating them the way I do my other wives’ without thinking.”
Breasts were one of a woman’s vital points; they normally required careful handling. The only reason Fortuna and Dohwa could take rough treatment and feel pleasure instead of pain was their naturally sturdy bodies plus Jun’s meticulous training.
These breasts can get there too.
As an aura user, Rebecca’s body was already extremely tough. With just a little development she would be able to take the same rough play as his other wives and enjoy it.
He finished the quick appraisal and gathered electricity at his fingertips, ready to remodel these sturdy but undeveloped virgin breasts into the lewd masochistic pair of a proper bitch.
Or rather, he was about to—
“What?! You have other wives?! Why are you only telling me this now?!”
Oops.
Rebecca tensed every muscle and thrashed, trying to break free of his arms. Jun hurriedly whispered into her ear to calm her.
“Don’t worry, Miss Rebecca. Both of them said they like you a great deal.”
“When did they even say that?! No—more importantly, why are you talking as if it’s already decided that I’ll become your concubine?! I have absolutely no intention of doing that!”
Unfortunately, unlike before, she showed no sign of settling down. And he had not the slightest intention of letting her go now.
So Jun—
“Sorry, Rebecca. But I have no intention of letting you go. I’ll make you my woman no matter what it takes.”
“You—!”
—dropped the mask he had been wearing and revealed his true colors,
Crack! Crackle!
“Hyaaagh!”
and forced the breast remodeling through.