Epilogue: A Late Night in the Sleeping Capital
Late at night, when the entire capital had fallen into a deep slumber, I looked around me anew. Damn... I'd really made it. For real.
Who could've known my life would turn out like this? No one. Not even the goddess herself.
I lay on the bed, legs crossed, staring up at the ceiling.
...A wish.
The wish I'd made was to live a peaceful life like this while seizing happiness.
Had it come true? Or not? I had no idea. To be precise, nothing had really changed.
Ah, whatever.
I'll just sleep. That was my thought as I started to close my eyes.
Creeeak—.
The door opened cautiously with a soft creak.
"Who's there?"
As I propped myself up halfway, a hesitant figure slipped through the gap.
"It's... it's me...."
It was Haruna. But her outfit was anything but ordinary. A maid uniform... one that made it impossible not to suck in a breath. Even more provocative than before.
The buttons at her explosively swollen chest looked ready to pop off at any second.
Her skirt was so short it barely covered half her thighs, exposing the firm, sensual bare skin honed from her workshop labor.
And finally, the garter belt—digging into the flesh of her thighs.
"H-Haruna? What's with the outfit...?"
I stammered in shock. Haruna slowly approached my bed.
Her face was flushed beet red, all the way down to her neck.
"Well... I thought about it."
"Th-Thought about what...?"
"There are so many rivals...."
Haruna mumbled in a voice as tiny as a mosquito's.
"To be honest... I don't like you as a man, Iman. I like you as a friend."
"What...?"
"But... I had a feeling. You know."
Haruna stood by the bed, looking down at me. Her big eyes were moist and glistening.
"Someday, I'd start liking you as a man... that kind of feeling."
"What the hell does that mean."
"So this is practice. For that."
The mood turned steamy, and I flinched, trying to pull back. But it was too late.
Haruna hopped onto the bed where I sat, grabbed my shoulders firmly, and pushed me flat on my back.
Thud.
"H-Haruna?"
"Stay still."
Her strength was definitely overwhelming—far more than mine. I couldn't resist.
Up close, her eyes wavered with tension and embarrassment.
With trembling hands, she reached down and started undoing my belt buckle.
"Wait, you're really gonna— gasp!"
My protests were useless.
The buckle came undone, my underwear pulled down, exposing my cock to the air.
Reacting to my healthier body and the visual feast before me, it was already standing rigid—a ferocious beast.
Haruna swallowed hard at the sight.
"It's... big...."
She murmured unconsciously, then steeled herself and adjusted her position.
"You... liked this, right?"
Her hands went to the front buttons of her maid top.
Pop, pop, snap.
As the precarious buttons gave way, her massive, pent-up tits burst forth like a dam breaking.
No bra—just enormous, heavy breasts with pale, soft skin. At their tips, erect red nipples stood stiff with arousal.
"This... is how it's done, right...?"
Haruna bowed her head in shame but cupped her huge tits with both hands.
She carefully slid my throbbing cock into the narrow, deep valley between them.
"I... read about it in a book. What men like."
Her actions were bold, but her inexperience was obvious.
Yet that clumsiness only amplified the maddening stimulation.
Squish, slurp....
Enveloping my cock wasn't a cold hand or dry tool, but the world's softest, warmest feminine flesh, heated by her body.
"Hngh... ahh...!"
Haruna panted as she slowly moved her upper body up and down.
With each motion, her squeezed-together tits gripped my cock tightly, creating sticky friction as they slid.
"F-Fuck, this is insane...."
"Feels... good...?"
I could only twitch, and each time, she looked up at me and asked.
Every brush of her soft skin against my sensitive glans sent electric pleasure racing up my spine.
Sensations amplified in the room: beads of sweat on her neck and cleavage, the faint scent of machine oil from her work.
Overlaid by her sweet, musky body odor. The slick, wet sounds of skin grinding skin.
And finally, her lewd whispers as she lost herself in it.
"Ah, haa... Iman, d-does it feel good...?"
Feeling her own strange excitement from this first-time act, she gradually sped up.
"My... big tits were always... hngh, a complex... but they're useful now, right...?"
Her flushed cheeks, sweat-damp hair sticking to her forehead.
And her massive breasts, jiggling wildly with her movements, squeezing my cock relentlessly.
"Ngh... Haruna, I'm getting close...!"
At my urgent warning, her eyes widened. She wrapped her arms around her chest, locking eyes with me.
A gaze begging me to cum inside—it was too much.
Spurt, splurt—!
A massive load filled the valley of her ample cleavage, overflowing to splatter her flushed neck, chin, and even the corners of her mouth.
"Ah... so this is... cumming."
Haruna murmured dazedly, scooping some semen with her finger and tasting it lightly.
"Ugh, it's bitter...."
She grimaced, then leaned in close to me.
Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered.
"Felt good, right?"
I didn't answer right away, so she asked again. I could only nod.
"Wanna... do it like this again next time?"
I hesitated a beat too long again, and it seemed to hit some button in her.
"...."
Haruna slowly stroked my still-hard cock as a warning.
Pleasure mixed with a twinge of pain—I flinched.
As she toyed with the semen-slick glans, she spoke in a low voice.
"Wanna do it again next time?"
"...Yeah."
Only then did she release it. She grabbed a towel and wiped up the mess.
"I'll do it every day. Whenever you want, I'll take it all. Got it?"
I nodded with a twitch.
Three days later, time had blurred into a haze. How it passed was a mystery.
Nights meant Haruna milking me at least twice, leaving me dazed even during the day.
For example—
Bang!
The door flew open roughly, and two women stormed in together.
"Step aside, Miss Serika. I was assigned to serve Iman first."
"Don't make me laugh. Relieving big bro's fatigue is the little sister's job, right? Don't butt in."
Serika in a tight-fitting shirt, Rozina in an elegant dress with a deep plunging neckline.
They'd been bickering like cats and dogs since crossing the threshold.
I broke into a cold sweat watching them.
"...Can you both just calm down? I'm tired, I wanna sleep...."
Their glaring eyes sparked in midair, then naturally locked onto the slight tent under my blanket.
"...."
"...."
Nights with Haruna draining me, days...
Serika and Rozina exchanged looks, and Rozina proposed a bizarre contest first.
"...Come to think of it, Miss Serika."
"What."
"You've always done it one-on-one with Iman, right?"
"So?"
"Let's settle it for good."
Serika smirked.
"Settle it? Fine. How?"
"Let Iman decide. Whose 'service' feels better between us."
"What? Hey, wait, what nonsense is—!"
My desperate shout fell on deaf ears.
Rozina and Serika huffed excitedly.
"Stay put, bro."
"Running won't help, Iman."
They climbed onto the bed in a flash, flanking me on both sides.
Rozina on the left, Serika on the right.
In sync, they yanked off the blanket and roughly stripped my pants.
Fully exposed to the air, my cock twitched instinctively—at crisis (or anticipation?)—and swelled rapidly.
Both reached for the shaft with predatory gazes.
Serika used magic for warm, slick lube above body temp, gently stroking the left side.
Rozina teased the right glans and veins with her silky bare hand, masterfully tormenting it.
The dual assault of contrasting sensations made veins bulge as it reached perfect erection.
"Ngh...!"
I groaned, and they bantered.
"Now you get hard just looking at me, Iman."
"It's me, not her. Right, bro?"
Their eyes clashed again.
Rozina's gaze turned decadent. She smirked and leaned down.
"Hand stuff is for amateurs."
With that—
Lick—.
Her hot, wet tongue glided up my taut glans.
"Hah...!"
The sudden mucosal contact made me gasp.
Serika's eyes bulged.
Rozina, mouth full on my shaft, glanced up with a victor's smile.
Jealousy and rivalry burned away Serika's reason. She gritted her teeth.
"Fine, let's see who loses!"
Serika flopped forward too, parting her plump lips toward the unoccupied side.
Slurp... smack, suuuck...!
Faces pressed close with my massive shaft between, Rozina and Serika lashed their tongues ferociously.
Rozina engulfed the whole glans deeply with mature, sensual technique.
She sucked vacuum-tight, cheeks hollowing, her tongue tip relentlessly teasing the ultra-sensitive urethra.
Serika drenched the base to balls in saliva with her hot mouth, licking savagely like a beast.
"Guhh...."
I trembled, clutching the sheets.
Slurp... smeck... How's that, bro? Haa... My mouth's hotter, right? My tongue's better too?
Serika paused her licking to pant and ask.
Smack... mmph... Iman, you twitch every time my tongue touches. So cute. Don't hold back—fill my mouth.
Rozina deep-throated and released seductively, provoking me.
Lewd lines hammered both ears. Two tongues slathering my cock slickly.
I couldn't hold it. Climax hit.
Pent-up semen surged out.
Spurt, splurt, spuuurt!
Normally they'd dodge or catch it, but not them.
They competed to prove they made me cum.
Rozina tried to take it all but choked.
Semen leaked, dripping onto Serika's face.
"...My turn now."
Serika shoved Rozina aside and engulfed the glans. I clenched my teeth.
In the end, my semen was splattered across both their beautiful faces.
Both panting, faces messily glazed with my load—a pinnacle of decadence.
"Haa... haa... heuk...."
Lost in afterglow, eyes half-lidded, I collapsed on the bed, spent.
Of course, their rivalry wasn't over.
"Haa... haa."
Serika caught her breath first, licking semen from her lips.
Slurp... See? He bucked at the end when my tongue hit. My win.
Rozina smiled elegantly, unyielding, licking her cheek.
"My, are you blind, Miss Serika? Way more landed on me. Iman's instincts clearly wanted me."
"What? Bullshit! He was looking at me when he came!"
"Admit it. Technique gap."
I could only stare blankly at the ceiling.
...I'm done for.
The wish I'd made. Happiness.
I'd wished for others' happiness, not mine—never imagined this.
...Maybe commission stamina potions.
Haruna could make 'em. But visiting her might mean another draining.
How'd it come to this?
Now I worried about getting milked wherever I went. Sure, it was happy... but.
Whatever. Haruna'd be back in hours—better sleep while I can.