The Bathhouse Banquet That Washes Away Fatigue (5)
Which one should I pick?
Fresh tuna sashimi, or grilled beef.
It felt like agonizing over which of those two delicacies to taste first.
The choice would depend on personal preference, but here, there was a right answer.
So without a moment's hesitation, I chose one of the women and pulled her into my arms.
*Thwuck!*
"Solis, you're inside me."
"Aahh!"
My cock pierced straight into Marin's hole.
Shuddering with ecstasy, her hips trembling, she pressed her body closer against mine.
"Why, why! Why are you pounding Marin instead of me?!"
Eva hopped up and down on the spot, watching Marin cling to me and fawn over me, as if demanding I justify my choice with a reasonable explanation.
"Why? Because I'm simply following the order."
To ease even a little of the disappointment Eva might feel at being neglected, I rattled off a convenient excuse.
"First it was Marin, then it was you, Eva. Now we've come back around — it's this girl's turn."
I insisted that her turn had simply come around in rotation, nothing more.
Driving the nail in that I had no other intentions, she seemed to accept it.
"Th-that's, if we're going in order, that makes sense. It does!"
But acceptance aside, being pushed down the queue clearly stung, and she swallowed back tears.
She must have been dangerously pent-up, because she squirmed and wriggled, her hand drifting to her crotch all on its own like someone desperately holding in a pee.
"Eva, you were not chosen by Solis."
"Didn't you hear what he just said?! The mister is just taking turns having sex!"
"Eva, that is a loser's excuse. Pathetic."
"Uuuugh!"
Marin triumphantly declared her victory, flashing a V-sign with her fingers.
Eva, stung by the sight, growled and glared at her with burning eyes.
The battle between these two women over me was a treat to watch.
It wasn't some cutthroat staredown reminiscent of the UFC — it was a downright adorable catfight between two otherwise docile girls, and it was healing in its purest form.
This much was just cute, really.
Though from Chloe's perspective, it would be nothing short of a horror film.
Is this truly how a woman with a girlfriend makes her moves?
If she saw this, she'd foam at the mouth and collapse.
I could picture it perfectly — her denying reality, clutching her head in anguish.
I'd been startled enough when she — the very girl who used to be so demure around me — came pouncing like an animal in heat after just a round or two of sex, so I can only imagine how it must feel for her.
Even with her unshakable mental fortitude, watching Eva pant and drool over my cock would break anyone's brain.
How should I put this to use?
My original goal had been to drive a wedge between the two of them.
Nowadays, I could accomplish that with a single sex tape and call it mission complete — the easiest assignment imaginable.
But things had changed a bit since then.
"Become the God King."
Take the divine throne in Eva's stead.
To do that, I needed to hold Chloe in my arms.
Rather than tearing them apart, I ought to be pursuing a life where we all got along and fucked together.
I honestly have no idea how to pull that off.
The chat window had sung its song at every opportunity: sleep with the women.
Especially the protagonist's party — the ones once hailed as the leads of Academy Yuri Princess — it absolutely insisted I form bonds with them.
Eva and Marin had long since been won over.
That left Arlan, Ter, and Chloe.
Ter would probably spread her legs easily enough if I asked?
She wasn't burdened with any fussy old-fashioned notions about virginity or purity.
She was the type who threw herself into whatever caught her interest, so as long as I set the rhythm, she'd follow along on her own.
Though what worries me more is how I'm going to explain this to Yupi later.
I'd worry about that when the time came.
Arlan would be difficult through ordinary means, but the plan was already in place.
A scenario I'd drafted the moment I first set foot in this world — I would weave myself into the operation originally prepared to bind Eva and her together.
By taking Eva's role, I could win Arlan's heart.
But even now, I had no clue what to do about Chloe.
"Solis, hurry up and move."
"Sorry. Kept you waiting, huh."
One thought had chased another down the rabbit hole, and I'd completely lost track of time.
Here I was, buried inside Marin, leaving her desperate and aching.
I owed it to her to fill her up good, just as she wished.
"Eva, you come over here too."
"Wh-why me?"
"Can't hold it anymore, right? I'll take care of you, so come closer."
And to keep Eva from feeling left out, I beckoned her over.
She looked puzzled about why I was calling for her, but she obeyed me like a good girl.
I helped her feverishly heated body ease into just a bit of languid comfort.
*Shlurp!*
"Haaanh!"
"Just stay still and it'll start feeling good."
My stiffened index and middle fingers plunged into her dripping depths.
*Squelch squelch!*
"Uuhehk!!"
"That spot sensitive? Or maybe here? You react everywhere I touch, I honestly can't tell where your sweet spots are."
Firm yet supple fingers burrowed into her soft flesh, stirring up her insides.
With nothing more than careful, gentle ministrations — soothing her like one would a sleeping animal so as not to wake it — she gushed wave after wave of nectar.
*Pak pak pak!*
"Solis, more. Faster, please…"
Even as I worked my fingers diligently to satisfy Eva, I didn't forget to take care of Marin either.
I rocked my hips hard, hammering at her deepest reaches again and again, and her grip around me grew heavier and heavier with each thrust.
"Haaah… inside. Nnnh…"
"Hiihk!"
The moans of the two women mingled together, blending into the steam-saturated air of the sauna.
The towels they'd draped over themselves had long since been kicked to the floor like discarded rags, and we were indulging our lust in our birth suits.
A sanctified space for scrubbing away sweat, fatigue, and grime had quietly transformed into something resembling a kiss-room pleasure parlor.
The women lay beneath the man, spilling out honeyed, coquettish cries, and the man, spurred on by them, drove his hips harder still.
*Brrrt!*
My cock, reins thoroughly snapped, spewed semen without restraint.
Just as Marin wished, her insides were now brimming with the seeds of my genes.
Perhaps there was no room left to hold any more — the moment I pulled out, white fluid came flooding out like a burst dam.
"N-next! Next is my turn!"
The instant her own two eyes confirmed round two had ended, Eva lunged in a single bound and buried herself in my arms.
Her turn had come around naturally, but the anxious flicker in her eyes — terrified of having her turn stolen — was unmistakable.
"Alright, alright, I got it. If you want it so bad, stick that ass out already."
"Y-yes! Right away!"
Her reply was instant, and she wiggled her hips invitingly behind her, like an animal swishing its tail back and forth.
It was an utterly shameless posture you'd never expect from the daughter of a prestigious house — and that was exactly what I loved about it.
An attitude honest to her desires.
There isn't a man alive who could dislike such a pure figure, with not a single grain of pretense in it.
*Splash!*
"Hnnnnngh!"
Eva, who could climax from penetration alone, couldn't pull herself free of the shock.
The moment she'd been waiting for had arrived again, and an irrepressible, lewd smile bloomed across her face.
*Creak creak!*
*Slap slap slap!*
"Hehhn… haahn! I'm going crazy. You fucked me this hard and the swelling just won't go dooown!"
By now Eva's eyes had rolled back into her skull, and her pride had been discarded ages ago.
The only thing she needed right now was the pleasure my cock gave her.
Any nobility she once offered to Chloe, her beloved, was nowhere to be found — her head was stuffed full of nothing but thoughts of how to enjoy sex even more.
They say this is a world where magic works miracles, and yet a person — a character I once adored, no less — could be corrupted this thoroughly. It sent a chill down my spine.
Works for me, though.
The object of her craving for affection was me, so there wasn't a single downside.
"Solis, kiss."
"Works for me, though."
While I was busy working Eva into bliss, Marin plastered herself against my side like a cicada and thrust her lips up at me.
I answered her expectation and tangled my tongue with hers.
*Mwah, slurp.*
"Hoooh…"
*Slap slap slap!*
*Creak creak!*
An endless festival, a banquet of pleasure.
The two women hailed as the protagonists of this world craved my love, begged for me.
As though they couldn't live without me, as though they needed nothing else anymore — their eyes held only me.
This is the best.
For the first time, I genuinely thought I'd been lucky to possess a novel's protagonist.
No wait, saying I'd entered a world based on a novel would be the more accurate phrasing.
Either way, it didn't matter.
*Brrrrrt!*
And I came again.
We'd reached the point where I could no longer tell whether this place was a sauna or a snowbound mountain lodge.
The briny scent of night flowers — my mark was everywhere, like a dog claiming its territory.
"Aaah, mister. You can still keep going, right?"
"I'm full of energy. Solis, get that cock up, now."
And in that space, the two women painted over with fresh white pigment declared their willingness to continue.
I answered their question by spreading both arms and pulling them into an embrace.
"I could go all day."
Tonight would not end until I'd wrung every last drop from the both of them. I had a feeling about that.
In our indulgence, bordering on outright debauchery, we craved each other and satisfied every desire.
But in my absorption, there was one fact I'd overlooked.
"E-everyone, what on earth are you doing?!"
"Ah."
It was only long after the fact that I learned Arlan had been watching the whole thing through the gap in the door.