Chapter 537
Chapter 537
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 537
Chapter Title: What’s Going On?
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Every morning when I open my eyes and see my four wives lying on either side of me, breathing softly in their sleep, it fills me with the will to face the day.
After reuniting with my women and spending the night together, I couldn’t fall asleep until late dawn. I have no idea how many times I came. I focused on Karin and Risha so much that I lost track of time and ended up pulling an all-nighter.
About four hours of sleep after it all wound down?
It was a short nap, but since I’d thoroughly drained my lust over the course of several hours, I felt incredibly refreshed. Morning wood was no issue either.
I could probably go all the way until night like this without a problem.
"..."
As I propped myself up to crawl out of bed, I suddenly noticed Karin wasn’t there.
What? Did she get up first?
—Creak.
I climbed down and started stretching when the door opened.
"You up? Then go wash up. We’re heading out."
"Karin?"
Karin walked in through the open door, already dressed and ready to go.
"Get it together. What do you think of the outfit? Looks good, right?"
The black off-shoulder slim dress clung perfectly to her, highlighting every sexy curve.
Her beautifully swollen massive breasts, slim waist, wide hips, and plump ass—all emphasized to perfection. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
And a ponytail, too.
Her snow-white neck looked so alluring that for a moment, I wondered if this was a dream.
Karin usually had this tough, wild big-sis vibe, but in reality, she was a stunning beauty in her late teens or early twenties, brimming with ripe allure. Put her in feminine clothes like this, and her charm explodes tenfold.
"..."
I seriously started debating whether to just pin her down right here—the outfit was that provocative.
"Kyahaha, look at this guy drooling. That horny for it? Guess I picked the right clothes."
"No, sis... that outfit’s way too stimulating."
Why does it suit her so perfectly?
"It suits me fucking perfectly. A bit too sexy, maybe? But damn, I look good."
"Yeah? Well, sis, you are pretty hot. Seeing you got me hard—good thing I kept it."
"Anyway, quit lazing around and get up. Let’s go."
Karin grabbed my wrist and pulled me along.
Oh yeah, we’d planned a date just the two of us yesterday.
I followed her downstairs, still rock-hard and unrelieved. Cloudy, Winia, and Risha were still out cold—deep in sleep. Guess I went too hard on them last night and overdid it.
"Hurry up and wash. Come on."
"Sis."
Looking at her now, she was driving me insane.
"Just once before I wash."
That slim dress hugging her body... I wanted to hike it up and thrust away. Women’s clothes can sometimes be even more exciting than nudity.
"You went at it until morning already—what more do you want? Sis is all ready to head out. Wash up quick. Tonight, you can strip me however you like."
"On it."
I rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed off the mix of my cum and my wives’ juices from my body. Fuck, this erection’s not going down.
I washed up, dried off, and threw on some clothes.
Fuck it, white pants today. Quilted armor on top should work. It doubles as everyday wear anyway. And snow’s coming soon.
"Hey, tie your hair back today."
As I dressed, Karin grabbed my hair with an annoyed look.
"What?"
"Everything else is fine, but this hair’s a fucking mess. Clean it up or tie it back. It’s bugging me."
Cloudy loves how wild it looks, though.
"What with?"
"Hold still. I’ll do it."
She pulled out a tie, neatened my hair, and bound it back. Looked pretty good in the mirror. Karin seemed satisfied too.
"Heh heh, double ponytail now."
"What bullshit is that? Ready to go?"
"It’s getting cold out. That outfit okay?"
Winter’s creeping in, but her getup screamed summer.
"Sis doesn’t get cold."
"Oh yeah?"
Makes sense—with her overflowing mana, a little chill’s nothing. Her body reinforcement was near peak anyway. As I went for my shoes, she grabbed black high heels from the rack.
No, that won’t do.
"Sis, go with long boots."
Karin’s gotta rock long boots.
"Huh? Long boots?"
"They suit you best. You’ve got killer legs."
"Hmm... fine, those it is."
With the long boots on, she exuded an insanely sexy big-sis aura that thrilled my body and soul. We headed out.
"Been a while since just us two, huh?"
"Heh heh, yeah."
Right outside, she clung to my right arm, rubbing her breasts against it. My shoulders tensed up instinctively.
"Food first? What’re you craving, sis?"
"Kinda hungry, but... let’s hit the arena. Wanna watch for old times’ sake."
"Sure. They sell food there anyway."
The arena in this world was like a movie theater back on modern Earth. Classic date spot. We headed straight there.
"..."
Walking along, I noticed Karin was drawing more stares than usual. Maybe because her face was known as the Sword Guild leader—it pulled even more aggro.
"Fuck, everyone’s staring. You sure you’re good, sis? Want a coat? They’ll all know the Isvant Sword Guild leader’s got a man now."
I positioned myself to shield her.
"...Doesn’t matter."
"Hm?"
"Doesn’t matter anymore, idiot. No need to care what people think. No one’s got the right to say shit anyway."
"True. Heh heh, nothing to hide. Wanna flaunt my woman around?"
"Eek."
I dropped the body block and wrapped my arm around her shoulders instead. Her face was flushed when I checked. This sis is always so cute.
—Waaaaah!
Cheers erupted as we neared the arena. Match had already started. An attendant said today’s main event was gladiators executing death row inmates.
We paid entry and went in.
"Crowded."
We grabbed seats high up and settled in leisurely. Plenty of empty spots despite the crowd. It was fuller for opening matches last time.
"Kill! Kill!"
"That fucker!"
"Shitlum!"
The match was in full swing.
Three fully armored gladiators faced over ten ragged death row prisoners at once. Gladiators dominated, of course—no way those rags could beat those human weapons.
—Splash!
Blood sprayed across the arena floor as they swung. The prisoners flailed with clubs, but it was futile.
"Kya, fuck. Been a while—looks fun."
Karin was locked in, letting out excited gasps.
I was into it too.
Gladiators lacked mana, but their signature performative killing arts, honed purely through physical prowess, were impressive. Practical in combat, flashy at key moments. They were technicians—murder entertainers.
"What, not decapitating from there? That fucker’s so slow, argh."
Karin, fully immersed, cursed as she enjoyed the show.
"Heh heh, why’s my Karin so hyped?"
"Sis has always liked it brutal."
This madwoman!
I’m not into gore!
"Why’s sis so into the brutal stuff?"
"Dunno. Seeing blood just... calms me?"
She said it, legs crossed, staring mesmerized as gladiators butchered prisoners.
"Been like that forever. Well, not at first, but at some point it started. The more blood I saw, the stronger I felt. That was my goal back then. Lived with that mindset."
"Makes sense with a goal like that."
I ignored the match and looked at her face.
"Yeah, life was shit back then. Probably all that pent-up resentment and rage bursting out that way."
"Never got that vibe at the guild, though."
She talked rough, but I never saw her blood-drunk. She ran the guild diligently.
I’d seen Cloudy slaughter people like pigs plenty, but never Karin in action.
"Got better after starting the guild. But... things are different now. Every time I cuddle up to my husband, I think... sis is a girl too. Just wanna... act spoiled like this."
She pressed against me, hugging tight, rubbing her face on my chest, whispering softly.
"No need to worry about anything, just throw a tantrum in your arms..."
She burrowed deeper into my embrace.
"I’m ten years younger and my skills are dogshit compared to you, but whatever. Being in my husband’s arms is the best. Better than any blood calming me."
"Ah! Sis, don’t say that outta nowhere!"
"Hard already? Want me to stroke it here?"
"No no! Don’t!"
Not here.
Karin’s spoiled side. Not age-appropriate, but she can indulge all she wants. Gotta accept it more from today. She looks way younger anyway.
I was about to say so when the announcer bellowed.
"Gladiator victory!!! Victory!!! The prisoners meet a pathetic end!!! But! But, audience! Can we forgive them dirtying our arena floor?!"
—No forgiveness!!!
—Noooo!!!
—Arghhh!!!
"Behold! The one to erase those prisoner corpses—our arena’s pride!!! Drakus!!"
The iron grate opened, and Kkoolkool crawled out fast on his massive arms. The troll with the crippled lower body roared ferociously, shoving murdered prisoners into his maw and tearing them apart.
"Heh heh, sis. I brought that one back then."
"Oh, that? Kyahaha, fucking gross."
"So that’s why you wanna act spoiled with me?"
"Yeah. Fucking wanna. You do it all the time, sucking tits and throwing tantrums."
True enough.
We chatted as Kkoolkool devoured the corpses. Blood bursting everywhere was striking. Cheers drowned everything, but Karin’s voice came through clear.
"Hey, you haven’t heard proper details on the paladin stuff, right? Just went ‘cause they said go to the capital and work?"
"Yeah. No real info."
"Hm... no clue, huh. Well, sis’s take? Do it. Husband’s rising up—why not? Was my goal too. Guild? Eh, can sell it now."
Sell the guild?
"Wasn’t much reason to start it anyway. Now I’ve got the most important thing."
"Sis? Selling the guild for me?"
"For you? Nah, thanks to you. Don’t need it anymore. Was just for a comfy retirement originally."
"Whoa. Sis, think it over. Don’t decide rashly."
"I’m fine."
If I become a paladin and head to the capital, she says sell the guild—no issue. If that’s her will, I’ll respect it.
So she won’t regret it.
"Capital’s iffy, though."
"Why?"
"Your family’s there."
"Oh."
Vestart family.
"Might get annoying... but whatever. Husband’s the priority."
She smiled, gently patting my cheek.
"Anyway, sis approves. Think it over. It’s a big deal, so take your time."
"..."
"No pressure. Honestly, sell the guild and I could focus-train you for a top spot. Plenty of paths. For my talented husband and disciple."
Tears of gratitude welling up.