Together, the Three of Us (3): The Agreement Complete
Three days.
Ninety-two hours.
It feels fucking great.
And somewhere in that span, I learned a little about what these two like.
Third night. The maids' room. We'd pushed the two beds together — three people on a single bed was no longer an option. Last night Mia had rolled clean off the edge at three in the morning: a thud, a wailed "Ow!!", and Nia woke up crying from the shock of it.
Pushing the beds together had been Nia's idea. Quiet as she is, Nia's the practical one.
Four candles now. One more each day for three days. The room glowed with a soft, muted light.
Mia undressed with a smile. Nothing like three days ago — the shame was gone, shed as naturally as if it had never belonged to her. She let down her silver hair and slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders.
"Master Do-hyun, tonight I get to go on top first."
"Oh?"
"I practiced!"
"Practiced what?"
"...In my head."
A faint flush crept into Mia's cheeks. Only faint.
Nia undressed too, slower than Mia, but the trembling from three days ago was gone. She met my eyes as her nightgown slipped away — violet eyes, shy, but no longer averting themselves.
"Nia, you ready too?"
"...Yes."
Nia nodded. Black hair spilled down from her shoulders, catching blue in the candlelight.
Three days of exploration. Summed up, it goes like this.
Day one: assessment. Oral for Mia, penetration for Nia — finding out what each of them was built for.
Day two: adjustment. Mia attempted deep-throating, failed, and a rematch was scheduled. We worked on broadening Nia's sensitivity and started drilling position changes — until Mia burst out laughing mid-spoon and we lost thirty minutes. ("It tickles!") Nia sighed beside us.
Day three: reselection. Today.
...Written out as an "exploration log," it makes me look like the work of a shockingly functional human being. Strip the labels and it was three days in bed with two maids, all of us learning the instruction manual for one another's bodies. But what can I say? This is the kind of man I already am.
Mia came running at midday.
"Master Do-hyun! What's on the agenda today?!"
This grown woman's eyes sparkled, every inch the adult eagerly awaiting her turn. This was sex education, mind you. Call it honest. Call it uninhibited.
"Today, Mia gets cowgirl."
"C-cowgirl?"
"You climb on top and ride."
Her eyes lit up. Three seconds later,
"Me, on top?! I'm the one who moves?!"
"That's right."
"Yay!! I wanna try!!"
That reaction, every time. Mia likes being in charge — situations she controls, rhythms she sets. A high need for control; she steadies herself and heats up the moment the reins are in her hands.
"And Nia gets doggy style."
Nia flinched beside her.
"D-doggy... style?"
"From behind."
Nia's face went red, all the way to her ears.
"From... behind... you won't see my face?"
"Nope."
"...Okay."
The answer came instantly. Not having her face on display — for Nia, that was the comfortable part. She could hide her expressions. She could bury her sounds in a pillow. A position made for the introverted.
And so each of them received her optimal position. Personality-to-position matching — the true core of a systematic agreement. ...Or so I'll dress it up. Really I just went looking for the poses that made each of them feel the most. The excuses are always grandiose.
Night. Mia. Cowgirl.
I lay back on the bed, and Mia climbed over me, straddling my waist with both knees.
Her silver hair spilled down on either side like a curtain, a silver waterfall hanging over my face. Violet eyes gazed down from above. Bold eyes. Mia's eyes.
"Should I put it in?"
"Go ahead."
Mia sank down slowly. Not sitting so much as swallowing — taking me in with nothing but her own weight.
"Mnngh...!!"
Her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth fell open — but she didn't stop. She kept sinking, slow, a centimeter at a time.
"Haah... haah... this angle's so much deeper... ah..."
The defining feature of cowgirl: gravity works for depth. This angle takes me a little over two centimeters deeper than lying down — all twenty-six of them, swallowed whole.
"Aah...!! It's all the way in... I can feel it up to my belly button..."
Mia looked down at her own stomach. And there it was — a slight, unmistakable swell in her lower belly, pushed up from the inside.
"Look, Nia! My tummy's bulging!"
"...Sis, why are you showing me that..."
Nia hid her face beside us. But her eyes were on it through the gaps in her fingers. Observer's instinct.
Mia began to move, rising and falling in her own slow rhythm.
It was clumsy at first — the timing between up and down wouldn't sync. Her knees would give out and she'd drop with a thump, or she'd rise too far and lose me entirely.
But she was Mia, and Mia adapts fast. Within five minutes she'd found her rhythm.
"Ah... mnn... haah... this angle... it's good..."
Her hips rolled in waves, silver hair swaying with the beat. She braced both hands on my chest and arched her back slightly behind her.
The angle changed — pressure shifting toward her front wall. An angle Mia had found without even knowing she was looking.
"Aah...!! There... right there's good... ah!!"
Her voice climbed. She tipped her head back toward the ceiling, silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, throat bared, chest thrust forward.
She's hot. Honestly, she's so fucking hot.
No ability. I just kept to the rhythm Mia herself had set.
"Aaahh...!! Master Do-hyun... it's good... it's so good...!!"
Mia picked up the pace, chasing her own pleasure — aggressive, unashamed. Moving herself, feeling it herself. Pleasure on her own terms.
"Mia, you've mastered cowgirl."
"Mnnh... really?!"
Instant response to praise. Her eyes lit up and her pace climbed even higher.
"Ah, ah, ah! I'm... I'm close... aahh!!"
Mia's climax. From above. At her own rhythm, her own angle.
Her body went rigid, back bowing behind her, silver hair flung up toward the ceiling. Both hands clamped down on my chest, nails digging in.
"Aaaahhh...!!"
She collapsed on top of me, silver hair fanning across my face, gasping for air, heart hammering. I could feel it beating against my chest — Mia's heartbeat, right on my skin.
"...Wow," Mia murmured. "Doing it from on top... it's different from up here..."
"Different how?"
"I'm the one doing it. I move, and I'm the one who feels it. I... I like that."
Mia's personality, reflected exactly. People who like to lead like their pleasure that way too. Cowgirl was a position made for Mia.
"Mastered it in three days. Impressive."
"Ehehe."
Mia laughed against my chest. A satisfied laugh.
Nia. Doggy style.
Time to switch. Mia peeled off to the side and gave Nia a shove.
"Nia~ your turn~"
"...I know."
Nia climbed onto the bed and looked at me — those violet eyes, different from three days ago. Less fear now. More anticipation in its place.
"Nia, tonight we're doing it from behind."
"B-behind?"
"Yeah. Get down on your front."
Nia froze for three seconds, face burning. Getting on her front meant showing her back. Meant hiding her face.
For her, that might be easier. No expressions to be seen.
She lowered herself down, face buried in the pillow, black hair spread across her back. Pale skin, the line of her spine visible, a narrow waist, hips raised.
I settled in behind her and took hold of her waist.
"Here I go."
"...Okay."
I pushed in. Doggy style — deep, this angle. Deeper than lying down, and cutting in along a different plane than cowgirl.
"Nnngh...!!"
Nia buried her face in the pillow, muffling her voice — but her shoulders were shaking, the muscles of her back drawn tight. A strong reaction.
The signature of the position: it hammers the front wall. This angle landed precisely on the most sensitive part of Nia.
I started a rhythm.
"Nnn... mm... ah..."
She swallowed her sounds, pressed them into the pillow. But we had three days of synced breathing behind us, and a pace Nia herself had chosen.
I sped up.
"Ah...! Nnn... aahh!!"
Her face lifted off the pillow, head tipping back, black hair swaying above her back.
And the sound came out. Loud.
"Aahh...!! Ah, this... this angle... aaahh!!"
Nia's voice — nothing like it had been three days ago. Not whispers anymore. Closer to a scream, rising from somewhere deep in her chest.
Mia's eyes went round beside us.
"Nia, you're being super loud?"
"N-no, I'm not... nngh!! Aahh!!"
Denying it even as the sounds kept spilling out, timed to the rhythm, every time I sank in deep.
Her back drew into an arch, catlike — waist dipping, hips lifting. A pose she wasn't choosing; her body's own instinct, reaching to take me deeper.
I held the ability back the whole way through. Just stayed ready to stop the moment Nia squeezed my wrist three times.
"Aaahh...!! Master Do-hyun... I can't... I can't do this... my voice..."
She was worrying about her voice. Too loud — nothing like the quiet Nia I knew.
"It's fine. You can make all the noise you want in here."
"But... aahh!! noises like this... nngh!!"
Nia's composure was crumbling. The door to sensation we'd eased open over three days had swung wide, and pleasure was drowning out reason.
I pushed faster. Deeper. Harder.
"Aaaahh...!! I'm... I'm coming... again, I'm coming... ah!!"
Nia's climax. From behind, back bent like a bow, black hair scattering through the air.
"Aaaaaahhh...!!"
A sound that seemed to shake the room — the loudest that had ever left Nia's mouth. The walls rang with it.
Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. Nia's climax ran long. With that door of sensation flung open, her peak wasn't a wave — it was a tsunami.
Fucking incredible.
Her body went slack and crumpled forward, face buried in the pillow, chest heaving.
Three minutes. It took Nia three minutes to come back.
"...You alive in there?"
"...Still alive..." The voice drifted up from inside the pillow.
"Nia, you were screaming just now."
"...I know."
"The whole corridor probably heard."
"..."
Nia buried her face deeper into the pillow. She wanted to disappear.
Mia snickered.
"Nia~ by tomorrow the other maids will all know~"
"Sis!!! Please!!!"
Nia snatched up a pillow and hurled it at Mia, who dodged with a laugh. The pillow grazed a candle flame. Too close.
"Watch the fire!!"
All three of us looked at the candle at the same time. The flame wavered. A near-disaster, averted.
"...We almost burned the maids' room to the ground."
"It went where Sis dodged!!"
"Am I not supposed to dodge?!"
"You take it, you don't dodge!!"
A sisters' quarrel. In the middle of this. Stark naked, the two of them, minutes after their climaxes. This combination is genuinely unfair.
Laughter came out of me. Again.
Around these twins, nothing can stay serious. Any situation, any at all, turns into a comedy.
"All right, calm down, both of you."
I pulled them into my arms, one on each side. Silver hair and black.
Mia's body was still fever-warm, the heat of cowgirl lingering in her skin. Nia's was warm too, humming with the aftershocks of doggy.
Their warmth soaked into me from both sides. It was warm. It was good.
"Three days of exploration, complete. That's where today's agreement ends."
"It's over?" Mia looked up at me.
"Mia, mastered cowgirl. Nia, mastered doggy. You both pass."
"Yay!! We passed!! We passed!!"
Mia threw both arms up in triumph. Buck naked.
"...Passed..."
Nia echoed it in a whisper, cheeks scarlet — but the corners of her mouth were curling up.
...Passing grades. Is there another soul on earth who scores an exam that doesn't exist? I gave a wry, bitter little laugh — and the two of them were radiant about it, genuinely happy, which somehow made the whole thing feel even more fucked up. And better.
Dawn. The three of us lay in the merged bed, one blanket shared across us all.
Mia was asleep. Snoring — a tiny snore. A very small snore. Cute.
Nia leaned against my shoulder and whispered.
...Fuck. We're about to have a serious conversation, and the warm press of her flesh against my shoulder is making my lower stomach pull tight again. Right after the three of us just did all that. I could feel my cock sneaking its head back up. Press it down. Firmly. Discreetly, under the blanket. What kind of psychologist gets hard during an intelligence briefing?
"Master Do-hyun."
"Hmm?"
"Mia brought back information today."
"Information?"
Nia's eyes turned serious — the shy girl switching over to analyst mode.
"Mia overheard it in the Queen's maids' quarters. Princess Lisette has been asking about you, Master Do-hyun."
Lisette. The King's daughter. Elena's stepdaughter. The princess of this kingdom.
"What did she ask?"
"What kind of person the psychologist from another world is. Where you came from. How long you intend to stay."
"Who'd she ask?"
"The head maid of the Queen's chambers. Mia heard it while she was tidying towels nearby."
Mia's first intelligence haul. Flawless. Natural, folded into her ordinary chores, sounding exactly like an accident.
Her qualifications as an information source were officially proven.
"It's the first time Princess Lisette has ever shown interest in anyone, apparently. The head maid was a little startled."
"Why startled?"
"Princess Lisette never takes an interest in people, they say. She only reads. She only walks the gardens. She doesn't even attend social gatherings."
"She prefers being alone, apparently. She keeps only two maids, and even then only for the barest of attendance. She takes her meals alone too — she'll only appear at the table when the Queen personally asks her to join."
A recluse princess. Social avoidance. Interesting.
Analyzed clinically: likely avoidant attachment. A pattern forged by an unstable bond with her childhood caregiver — in this case, the King or the late Queen. A lesson learned without her ever knowing it: getting close to people means getting hurt.
Or simple introversion. Like Nia — a temperament that prefers low-stimulation environments.
Or both.
And someone like that had shown interest in me?
An outsider from another world. That odd title of "psychologist." A man enjoying the Queen's favor. More than enough there to spark curiosity.
But curiosity and interest are not the same thing. Curiosity asks, what is that? Interest says, I want to know. What Lisette had asked the head maid was interest.
"Nia, this is important."
"...I know."
Nia smiled faintly — the satisfaction of being found useful. That was Nia's motivation switch: proof that she mattered.
"Starting tomorrow, gather everything you can on Lisette."
"Understood."
Nia nodded, black hair sliding off her shoulder.
Princess Lisette. A new card had entered play.
Queen Elena, secured. Marisa and Erica, maintained. The first agreement with the twins, settled into place.
And now, the princess.
The women of the Royal Palace were drifting into my hands one by one — like puzzle pieces, waiting to be fitted.
Kang Do-hyun. Level 3. Psychologist. The Queen's man. The twins' man.
And soon, the princess's man?
...I write it out myself and it's absurd. Into my hands, puzzle pieces — I'm not seeing people as people. And I know it, and I still can't stop. I don't even intend to stop. Fuck. This is who I am.
No rushing.
Information first. Who Lisette actually was. What she wanted. Where her cracks ran.
I had the twins. My eyes and ears.
The basics of information warfare: identify the target. Design the approach. And set the bait.
Could I be the bait for Lisette?
To be bait, I'd have to know what she wanted. What a princess who hides from the world wants. What someone who craves solitude wants from the one person she has ever shown interest in.
I didn't know yet. Not enough information.
But I'd know soon. I had Mia and Nia.
I closed my eyes. Mia's snoring drifted like a lullaby; Nia's breathing kept its quiet rhythm beside me.
Silver and black. The twins asleep on either side of me — two people who had spent three days showing me two very different ways of choosing.
As women, and as informants.
And a new puzzle piece, named Lisette.
I looked forward to it.
...I was enjoying the hell out of this. Me.
It was a good night.
A night with the twins that was, in every fucking way, perfect.
Just before sleep, Nia produced one last item for today's maid report.
"They say Her Highness Princess Lisette covers every mirror in her room with cloth before she sleeps."
"Why?"
"She says that sometimes she can't see her own face in them. Instead, she says she sees a chair with no crown."
Mia's snoring cut off dead.
Nia and I turned our heads at the same instant, toward the hand mirror on the wall.
The mirror someone had turned to face the wall was, once again, looking back at us.