How Does This Keep Working?
Time had slipped away, and the evening hours had arrived.
If it had been anyone else, a family would have gathered around the dinner table, sharing stories of the day’s events, strengthening the bonds of affection and family ties. But I had no appetite for it, no smile on my face.
“Hehe, ah~ Go ahead~”
“You! I told you to stay quiet at the dinner table! Why can’t you sit still for even a second? Throwing yourself this way and that!”
Where would an elf run? Where would playful Nemea run? A heated contest of wits between two impossible-to-pin-down beauties.
With only the crime of setting the table so beautifully, I was stuck in the middle, dodging their glances and scanning the room like an idiot.
“L-Leo, help me out, please~”
“...Uum?”
Leo, who had looked like she might actually help, had a mouthful of meat and just tilted her head at my call.
Where had that sturdy, strong older sister gone—the one whose pheromones had unconsciously stirred male desires? She was now just a cat devouring the food tossed her way.
I sighed inwardly. It was hopeless. I turned to the elf instead.
“Ah?!”
“How clever of you, just like a little yellow monkey! You even know where to line up! Oh ho ho ho!”
“I-I-!!”
Nemea was gnawing on her napkin, glaring at me in frustration, but what could I do?
No matter what, I was the elf’s slave now. I had to play my role.
“Then, as always, a massage~”
“Yes.”
“As always? Yesterday you didn’t do it!”
Nemea realized on the spot that I was doing it just to show off, and she let out a sharp cry, but the elf paid her no mind. She simply spread her massive breasts and leaned back against the chair.
“Then, excuse me for a moment.”
“Hohoho, you know whose slave you are now! Kek?!”
“Ah, sorry.”
Squelch—
The instant my hand felt that soft flesh, I realized I was groping her breast. The elf screamed.
“I asked for a massage, not groping!”
“Yes, I’m only massaging the parts where you’re most tense, Celestyn-nim.”
“Even just a little talk and—”
She shot me a glance, then secretly turned toward Nemea and cleared her throat loudly before placing her own breasts on the table like a trophy.
“Wonderful! I’ve been getting massages on my shoulders only every day, and it was boring, and I’ve always wanted a breast massage. This is perfect!”
“H-Huh… It’s not just because it’s big, you know! And onee-san, don’t just eat—also do a little—”
“...Uum?”
Nemea unconsciously started massaging her own chest while watching the pitiful(?) scene in front of her and asked Leo for help, but the older sister, belly already stuffed, was only focused on filling her other one.
“...Is it natural for superior males to have many females?”
“No, that’s not—”
“...???”
Leo kept tilting her head, unable to understand why Nemea was talking about having a full belly, then spat the bone she was chewing at her plate and started tearing into another chunk of meat.
Deciding Leo wouldn’t help, Nemea struck a cute pose, pressing her chest together and emphasizing the cleavage.
“No, what are you doing at the dinner table right now—”
“M-Me too! My chest hurts! Please massage me too!”
“Eh? Hoo, it looks like you have nothing to worry about anyway.”
I was about to complain about the absurdity of an elf and Nemea competing at the dinner table over breast size when the elf gave me a mocking smile.
Nemea, glaring at the elf’s palm-sized breasts, let out a sharp cry.
“My breasts aren’t small! That one’s unnaturally huge!”
“Oh? You didn’t know? My slave loves my big breasts very much.”
“If they’re that big, your shoulders would hurt, though—”
“That’s why I’m getting a massage like this, right? Ahhn, my breasts again♡”
Squelch—♡
Nemea’s tail stood on end as she glared at the elf’s arrogant smile and the way she was pressing my hand against her breast.
“I-It’s…!!”
“Huuu~ Good, good. A magnificent breast massage. I praise you…♡”
Nemea looked on the verge of exploding, but the elf, without even trying to hide her mockery, shoved her breasts forward even more. Nemea’s tail whipped around and she began meowing.
“I-I-!!”
“Huu~ Hnn, well done. Excellent breast massage. I praise you…♡”
Nemea was sulking, muttering there was nothing left to eat, but the elf kept pressing her breasts forward. Nemea’s patience snapped.
Knead—
Someone suddenly grabbed the hem of my shirt.
“Leo?”
“...I ate well, yeah. Tasty.”
“Ah, thank you?”
When had she even come here?
I knew she had been given two or three ribs specifically, but she had already finished her own plate and even stolen Nemea’s portion. She then pressed her breasts down on my head.
“...Every day bring me meat as a side dish.”
“Eh… Yeah?”
“You! Who do you think you’re proposing to right now?!”
“Ice Man, what are you answering for?! And onee-san, what are you doing?!”
“...Pro-proposing?”
Both the elf and Nemea glared at Leo in unison, wondering if she had joined their fight, but Leo just tilted her head, clearly confused.
The elf and Nemea let out relieved sighs.
“Was that an unconscious slip of the tongue?”
“She didn’t even realize she said something like that… I can’t let my guard down with my own sister.”
“...?”
She really looked like a pure little girl throwing a tantrum at her mother, demanding daily meat side dishes. But then—
Squish—
“...There are still 994 left. We’ll take them tonight, so keep your dick up, okay?”
“Hic…?!”
Leo, clearly intending something, slipped her hand into my pants while the others were distracted and sauntered off somewhere.
Left behind, the elf and Nemea glared at me with fierce eyes, as if they had plotted against each other.
“With this kind of approach, we can’t end it.”
“There can’t be two suns under the same sky!”
“Why are you looking at me?!”
I had only tried to stand obediently, but somehow the flow led here. I pretended not to hear and focused on the elf’s massage, but Nemea lunged at me.
Ku-dang-dang!
“Ouch!”
“Got you!”
“Even if you’re a rice pudding, your reflexes are impressive. Grab him and drag him to my bedroom!”
The rookie pussy competitor and the womb professor.
Just moments ago they had been glaring at each other. Now, with Leo as the third enemy, they teamed up instantly and wrapped me in a tail hug.
“No! I don’t want to! Don’t do it!”
“Hoho, you’re making me so horny with those words~”
“How does this keep working?”
Just in case I tried to run, the elf twirled her revolver and followed leisurely behind us.
I was completely tied front and back and lamented my stupidity for not knowing Leo had disappeared somewhere, dragged into the elf’s room.
“Hoho, take it off! Take it off!”
“What are you doing?!”
“Cough, even a monkey can see that… If we’re going to compete, I have to take it off.”
In an instant I was naked. I covered myself with the blanket and peeked out only my eyes.
“Hihi…♡”
“Hnn, now I see. You’ve got a body worth looking at after all.”
“No… When did this house reverse its virginity like this…?!”
In the corner, Nemea was blatantly eyeing me with lewd eyes while stripping, and the elf turned her head shyly and peeked at me while removing her clothes.
I even thought about jumping out the window and escaping.
“Ah…”
Just outside the window, in one corner, a faint, almost invisible golden tail caught my eye. I had no choice but to give up.
There was nowhere to escape.
“Then, let’s see how good you are!”
“That’s right! Let me show you why I’m called a saint!”
A completely shameless contest was about to begin.