Return to the Mansion and a Steamy Reunion
As I drew in a deep breath, the biting northern air—something the Academy could never offer—stabbed straight into my lungs. I didn’t even need to open the window; one glance at the frost-laced scenery beyond the glass told me everything. The carriage had crossed into the empire’s northern lands. Our destination, Sophia’s and mine, was now only minutes away.
The Reinhardt Mansion still held Isabel, who clung stubbornly to her lingering claim on the position of family head. She would be waiting for us.
“What’s wrong, brother? The mansion’s right in front of us and you’re suddenly nervous?”
I had been staring blankly at the lazy flutter of a banner on the wall when Sophia’s voice slipped into my ear. Even though there was nothing to be flustered about, my shoulders twitched involuntarily.
“Nervous?”
“She may not share our blood, but she’s still our mother. We lived as a family for more than ten years. You’re only human, so of course your heart must be complicated.”
Sophia spoke in vague, roundabout phrases, clearly mindful of the coachman listening. If I parsed her words, she seemed to be asking whether the thought of soon violating my own stepmother made me feel guilty. Something like that.
Unfortunately for her, I apparently fell short of the standard she considered “human.” She had correctly sensed that Isabel occupied my thoughts, yet calling that feeling “nervous” felt entirely wrong. In truth it was closer to excitement—an eager, heated thrill.
The delicious anticipation that the voluptuous body which had made my mouth water the first time I saw it would soon belong to me.
Still, I didn’t confess any of that to the sister beside me. Instead I offered a vague tilt of my head—whether a nod or a shake, even I wasn’t sure—and let the subject slide. No matter how much of a villainess Isabel might be, to Sophia she was the mother who had raised her. Admitting that the mere thought of claiming my biological mother made my cock twitch felt a little too cruel.
Sophia didn’t press further. She simply closed her lips, and the carriage fell quiet once more, filled only with the crisp northern chill.
“We have arrived.”
How long had it been since Sophia mentioned Isabel? The coachman’s announcement finally broke the silence. Outside, the murmur of voices rose to meet us—some of them familiar, feminine tones I knew well.
“Allow me to open the door.”
Boris, the Academy administrator who had escorted us the entire long journey, spoke with polite formality as he swung the carriage door wide. Cool air rushed in, teasing across my skin, and the familiar silhouette of the mansion greeted me like an old friend.
The moment I stepped down, a wave of welcome faces flooded my vision.
“Young Master Arwen~!”
The voice stretched out like a joyful howl. Raibel was the first to launch herself at me. In a single bound she closed the distance and seized my hand, pressing her plump, yielding breasts against it like warm jelly.
“Hic… Do you know how desperately I’ve missed you, woof?”
Her large, round eyes glistened with unshed tears, exactly like an excited puppy reunited with her owner. The fluffy brown tail that matched her hair spun in frantic circles, whirring like a windmill.
“I missed you too, Raibel. You have no idea how much I longed for this soft tail of yours.”
“M-my tail…? Surely you didn’t miss only my tail, did you?”
Her tail drooped instantly, the very picture of a disappointed dog. As always, her reactions were adorably dramatic. Teasing her was pure delight.
I leaned close to her drooping ear and whispered, voice low.
“As if. Every single night the thought of holding your soft, warm body made me burn so badly I could hardly stand it.”
Raibel’s neck flushed scarlet, the color of autumn leaves. She gave my arm a light, playful swat and answered in a tiny, bashful voice.
“Y-Young Master, really… Hehe. Just wait a little longer, woof. I’ve kept my body nice and warm for you alone.”
Her face burned crimson, matching the sincerity of her clumsy seduction. Behind her—mouth still twitching with happiness at our reunion—stood Cordelia, my other lover and sister. And behind Cordelia waited Masha, fully armored in heavy plate.
I stepped toward Cordelia. Her calm, measured voice was the complete opposite of Raibel’s eager yipping.
“It’s been a month, brother.”
Conscious of the surrounding servants, she kept a polite distance, exactly as she had before we became intimate.
“Yeah. Anything happen while I was gone?”
“Actually… quite a lot.”
Contrary to my expectations, Cordelia glanced around before leaning in to whisper.
“There’s been no news since we returned to the mansion.”
“No news?”
“None of the women had their monthly visit.”
Her cheeks flushed shyly as she nodded. I pulled her into my arms without caring who might see, embracing the woman who now carried my child. Cordelia didn’t resist.
“Congratulations. No—thank you, Cordelia.”
“Hehe. It still doesn’t feel real. That your baby is growing right here.”
Slipping from my embrace, she gazed at her own belly with tender eyes and stroked it gently. Someone behind her watched the scene with an unreadable expression.
“It’s been a while, Masha.”
“…Yes. It has been a while, Master.”
Masha gave a short nod and fell silent again.
“Thank you for protecting everyone in the mansion.”
When I offered my hand, the purple-haired knight looked around like a guilty child, face flustered. I spoke casually.
“It’s just a handshake. Who’s going to complain?”
“Y-yes♡”
In the end her desire as my devoted sex slave won out. Masha hurriedly stripped off her gauntlet. The instant her trembling fingertips touched my skin—
“Hiiuht?!♡”
A moan loud enough for anyone nearby to hear escaped her. Her legs twisted together, armor clanking noisily.
“Masha… did you just come from touching my hand?”
She couldn’t even answer. She simply tried to hide the slick trail of nectar that had already run down her greaves and stained the ground. I was momentarily stunned by the intensity of her reaction, but fortunately the only people present were myself, Cordelia, and Raibel. The two women seemed entirely used to this; they simply shook their heads with knowing sighs.
“Aunt Masha has been like this since yesterday, brother. She nearly fainted just staring at your portrait in the hall.”
Cordelia let out a long, tired sigh.
“S-sorry, everyone…”
Masha hung her head, voice tiny.
I leaned close and whispered so only she could hear.
“Don’t worry about it. Seeing my perfect little sex slave climax just from meeting her Master actually moved me.”
“Haauk♡ M-Master is… moved by this worthless, vulgar Masha?”
She repeated the word “moved” like a prayer and squeezed her thighs together. A fresh gush of liquid spilled between them, far more than before.
“Brother! What are you thinking? You literally just told her she came from looking at your portrait!”
“S-sorry…”
I had only meant to comfort her, but now the ground was thoroughly soaked with Masha’s juices. It was a blessing that everyone else was busy welcoming Sophia; otherwise we really would have been caught.
Raibel muttered, “Looks like Masha needs more training, woof?” and produced a mop from somewhere, pushing the puddle toward the dirt of the flowerbed.
I wanted to ask whether the flowers could survive on love nectar, but decided to keep my mouth shut before Sophia scolded me again.
While Raibel busily cleaned up the evidence of Masha’s climax, the Academy staff began preparing to depart.
“Thank you for the kind escort, Boris.”
“It was my duty to see the students home safely. Until next time.”
After a brief farewell, I returned to find Raibel had finished cleaning.
“Good work, Raibel.”
She wiped sweat from her brow.
“Phew. Masha really is a walking disaster, woof.”
“I’m sorry, Lady Raibel…”
Raibel’s expression as she accepted the apology didn’t look upset at all. Just as her letters had suggested, the two of them had clearly grown much closer while I was away.
Despite the small lewd commotion, the overall atmosphere of our reunion remained warm and peaceful—almost suspiciously so.
“Wait. Where is Isa— I mean, Mother?”
Only then did I realize Isabel was nowhere to be seen. If she had been present, this harmonious mood would have been impossible.
Sophia, who had finished her own greetings and now stood beside me, asked the same question.
Cordelia’s face twisted into an awkward expression. After a long pause and a deep sigh, she raised her right hand to her mouth in an unmistakable drinking gesture.
I didn’t need further explanation. According to Raibel’s letters, Isabel had been drowning herself in alcohol ever since I left. It seemed she had gone on another binge even on the day her children returned.
Sophia’s face crumpled in disbelief.
“So she’s passed out drunk?”
“Yes. You have no idea how hard it was to stop her when the tantrums got really bad.”
Cordelia’s nose twitched with remembered disgust. Masha nodded beside her. It looked like the pair had suffered quite a lot on Isabel’s account.
“Anyway, she said to meet in the office in one hour?”
“That’s right. She’ll see you there.”
Honestly, it was perfect. For the next hour I wouldn’t have to worry about Isabel’s watchful eyes. I could enjoy both Masha and Raibel to my heart’s content.
“Cordelia, why don’t you spend some time talking with Sophia before we meet Mother?”
“W-with Sister? Why?”
I told the startled Cordelia that Sophia was also pregnant. The moment the words left my mouth, Cordelia snatched Sophia’s hand.
“Is it true, Sister?”
“Yes… I think it happened the very same day, a month ago…”
Sophia answered with her face slightly turned away, cheeks burning. Cordelia pulled her into a tight, genuine hug.
“Hehe. Both sisters carrying Big Brother’s children at the same time. There can’t be another family like ours in the whole world, right?”
At Cordelia’s pure-hearted joy, Sophia’s expression softened far more than it had when she learned Isabel was too drunk to greet us. She smiled and played along.
“And that same Big Brother seems intent on getting his own stepmother pregnant too. He really is a total sex demon, isn’t he?”
“Hehe. Then it’s our fault for falling in love with such a demon.”
The two sisters, having found unexpected common ground, wandered off whispering and giggling.
Raibel watched them disappear into the mansion with a blank, envious stare. I poked her cheek, but she didn’t even notice.
I grabbed her hand.
“Don’t look so jealous. You’ll be carrying my child soon enough, Raibel. I’ll make sure your belly becomes a warm pillow for my seed.”
“W-wait, Young Master!”
She yelped in panic as I dragged her along, but I didn’t answer. Instead I called out to Masha, who still stood frozen.
“Masha, don’t just stand there. Hurry up and follow.”
“Me too…?”
When I answered as if it were obvious, both women asked at the same time, “Where to?”
I turned to them with a wicked grin.
“Where else? My bedroom. For the next hour I’m going to pump both your wombs full of my thick cum.”
At my bold declaration, Raibel and Masha swallowed hard in perfect unison. I could see the primal, feminine hunger slowly flooding their eyes.