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"Hehehehe."

"Hohohoho."

"Hihihihi!"

Cheonsol and Sophia sat on the newly acquired sofa in the workshop, radiating blissful smiles. Lan-lan-i, standing atop both their thighs, bounced up and down with pure excitement.

Tap-tap. Tap-tap.

Only the breadwinner of the family was doing any woodworking. Back when Lan-lan-i had still been an egg, she'd been small enough to share a nest with Al-al-i — but Cha-cha's egg was bigger than my fully spread palm, so it needed a nest of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠its own.

And it had a picky personality, too.

"You don't like a straw house?"

Brrr.

The egg trembled like a vibrator cranked to max intensity.

"Mad Demon Daddy!"

"Oh, our Lan-lan-i's calling for Daddy. What's up?"

"What's the new little sibling's name gonna be?"

Lan-lan-i tilted her head with a finger pressed to her lips, and it was unbearably cute.

"What would be good… It's black, so how about Kkamangkamang?"

That was the little mascot from an old classic manga where they brought food to life. Adorable little guy.

Brrr.

"You don't like Kkamangkamang? How about taking Mom and Dad's surnames — Kim Cha-kkamang?"

BRRRRRRR!!!

The egg vibrated so violently it slammed against the wooden nest. Afraid it might crack, I hastily scooped Kim Cha-kkamang up into my arms.

"Oh, you've calmed right down. Seems Father's embrace suits you."

"This kid hates every name we throw at it. We're in trouble."

"Then what would it like?"

Sophia shot up off the sofa.

"Oh. That rhyme was fire."

Tilt-tilt.

"Fire?"

Brrr!

"Looks like the name Lime is to its liking."

"Haaah."

I'm not really feeling it, though. Cha-cha's egg looked like a gemstone mixed from purple and obsidian.

I'd never actually seen a lime in person, but the name conjured yellow and mint green. Total mismatch.

"It'd be nice if the name had some distinctive flair. The shell's black, so how about Black Lime?"

Brrr?

"Black Lime?! What kind of name is that even supposed to be!"

"Mr. Gil Lime would be sad to hear that."

"That name actually exists?"

How did the Goddess of Earth know so little about Earth's culture? This was exactly why young gods were a problem. The generation gap was brutal.

"Is Black Lime not acceptable?"

"Lan-lan-i thinks it's kinda meh."

I could ignore Cheonsol and Sophia's opinions all day, but our adorable daughter's vote had to count.

"Black Lime mixes Chinese characters with English — it's muddy. How about Dark Lime?"

Lan-lan-i's name was more wuxia-flavored than straight Korean, so the Death Knight's kid should get a fully Western-style name.

Tilt??

"Dark Lime's still iffy? Then Black Lime… Bla? Blue Black? Lulu Blé?"

At that last word, the egg tilted hard.

"Blé?"

Brrr.

"Lulu?"

Tilt-tilt.

"From now on, this one's Lulu!"

"Way better than Kkamang or Black Lime. I'm good with it."

"This lady concurs."

"Lan-lan-i likes it too! Lulu!!"

Lan-lan-i came scampering over and clambered up my body. The moment she plastered herself against Lulu, a pleasant ripple of vibration spread through the egg.

"You two gonna play in Lulu's house?"

"Yeah!"

"Just let me finish this up real quick."

I sanded down the rough surfaces and completed Lulu's house.

"A perfectly fitting option came out. Lulu should hatch a little faster now."

"That's a relief."

With Lulu's house finished, I claimed the empty spot on the sofa. Cheonsol on the left, Sophia on the right. This was prime real estate.

"Ahem!"

I casually kneaded Cheonsol's thigh. She only cleared her throat and didn't push my hand away. The same woman who always put on airs whenever Sophia was around — what had gotten into her?

"I thought you didn't like this kind of thing?"

"Did Mad Demon not just endure hardship…"

Suddenly Cheonsol's eyes sharpened into axe blades.

"More importantly! Why did you use that skill with Lan-lan-i watching! Do you have any idea how much this lady's heart was in her throat!"

"She's right! It's bad for a child's education!"

Cheonsol and Sophia raised their voices. But I had a defense of my own.

"I couldn't have won without using the skill. Even Self-Healing was hanging by a thread. And you both gave your tacit consent in the first place, so don't start now."

"Well… that's true…"

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"Even with two mouths, this lady has nothing to say."

Victory over both women for the first time in a while. The taste of triumph was like sweet nectar. And suddenly another kind of taste came to mind.

"Oh, right. Lady Sophia. You still have to pay for what you did."

"H-huh?"

"Why the blank look? The person who limited us to three battles a day went and spun the matchmaking again the moment things got dicey for her, then ran away."

"Is that so?"

Cheonsol looked at Sophia like she was garbage. Under that harsh gaze, Sophia crumpled into a wrinkled heap.

"I'm sorry…"

"So how should we settle the debt."

I casually stroked Sophia's thigh. Beneath the thin fabric, her plump thigh was soft and yielding.

Unlike Cheonsol's — springy and firm from her martial artist's physique — Sophia's sank under a finger's pressure, soft and squishy.

"Um… Yohan…"

"Yes, go on."

"Well, you see…"

"I'm listening."

With both Cheonsol and me pressing her, Sophia couldn't get a word out and just hung her head.

Haha. Won again. How far can I take this?

Riding the momentum, I reached under the hem of her skirt — and a message appeared.

"Cheonsol. You see that?"

"This lady cannot be certain whether thou and she beheld the same text. It said one may now view a minion-exclusive board. Is that correct?"

"That's right."

The terminology differed thanks to cultural gaps, but the core was the same. A minion-exclusive community.

The blood of a modern man more at home in virtual worlds than real life began to boil.

"It's been so long… that cool, electric feeling… Time to reclaim my throne as the emotional overlord of the community…"

"Mad Demon always says 'it's been so long'! So funny!"

Lan-lan-i hit a nerve. Getting called out by Lan-lan-i of all people — not even Sophia or Cheonsol. Had I really been saying it that often?

"Heh. Thy verbal tic hath been thoroughly seen through."

"Lan-lan-i takes after Daddy — she's good with words."

The two losers I'd just beaten in an argument seized the moment to tease me.

"A woman… talking back?"

I kneaded Cheonsol and Sophia's thighs without mercy. Both losers clapped hands over their mouths and puffed hot breaths through their noses.

"Anyway, so we can use the community Sophia's been hogging all to herself?"

"That's right. It's a board even gods can't access, for the sake of minion privacy — so go have fun."

"And minions can't see the gods' community either, right?"

"Correct."

"Mad Demon, thou seemest quite familiar with this. Did thy world possess a similar board?"

"Of course. Our newbie Cheonsol-chan just needs to stick with her veteran big bro."

"…Elder brother, is it…"

Cheonsol let out a meaningful little smile.

"So that is thy preference. This lady understands well."

Wait — was she saying she'd play along with the big-brother roleplay? As expected of Mama Cheonsol… no, wait. That was some little-sister Cheonsol-level boldness.

I love it!

"I'm dying to know what kind of posts show up — hurry up and make your IDs!"

Sophia urged us on. Apparently the punishment we'd been discussing moments ago had completely slipped her mind.

I was curious about the community myself, so I'd put it on hold. There'd be plenty of chances later anyway.

"My lady. Did you not say that gods cannot peek at the minions' board?"

"I showed you guys everything of mine — and you're not going to show me?"

Cheonsol soothed the dejected Sophia.

"Of course not! Naturally, we shall show you!"

"Heh."

Cheonsol had completely taken Sophia's bait. A rare sight — I'd file it away carefully for future teasing material.

With Sophia glued to Cheonsol's side, I went ahead and made my ID first.

What nickname would be good? Back on Earth I'd gotten banned so many times I had to juggle multiple accounts.

There were always those ghost-stalker types who recognized you no matter how many times you changed IDs — but they probably hadn't followed me all the way into space.

Still, I wanted something fresh. And the nickname that best captured my essence was obviously that one.

"What? What's wrong with impregnation?"

"Yohan, you! Don't tell me you tried to use 'impregnation'?!"

"The immunity thou earned through thy commendable deeds is not infinite. Think carefully before thou act."

"I'm going to have to monitor this."

Cheonsol and Sophia pressed their heads right against my shoulders. Two screens were practically touching, but I couldn't focus on either one.

The scent of their bodies pressed against mine poured strength straight into my cock. Catching on, Cheonsol draped her newly bought clothes over my lower half.

The sleeves were wide and flowing, like something a fairy maiden would wear in a drama — which made the cover-up possible.

"Mad Demon. This lady hath lowered her voice so our mistress cannot hear. Listen only."

"Lady Sophia, I'll take nickname recommendations."

"Hmm… what would be good…"

"Though thou didst use Impregnating, it was magnificent — so this lady wishes to grant thee a reward."

Cheonsol leaned further down, completely shielding my lower body, then undid my zipper and wrapped her hand around my cock. Wait — was this a stealth handjob?

Cheonsol is the absolute best…

"What nicknames did you use back on Earth?"

"Noob, Enlisted High School Girl, Tamama Impact…"

"Don't you have any normal ones?"

Stroke… stroke…

Cheonsol ran her hand along my cock in time with the conversation. The cool yet soft sensation of her fingers gliding up the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shaft.

The sheer depravity of getting a handjob right under Sophia's nose made it hotter than usual.

"This lady hath settled on 'Cult Leader.' Fortunately, no one claimed it first, so there is no need to append numbers."

"Nice pick. Yohan, anything else?"

"There's Carverworld."

"That's a cute nickname. What does it mean?"

It meant the world ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠abandoned by a game company called Kaka. I'd really loved that game, until that scummy publisher ran it into the ground.

Sliiiide…

"Just a randomly generated name. I used it because it sounded cute."

"Then let's go with Carverworld."

Stroke… stroke…

"There are multiple communities. Martial artists, mages, frontier and central divisions too."

"We're frontier-affiliated, so we can't use the central community. You unlock it after advancing, but that doesn't matter right now. Let's hit the newbie board that everyone shares!"

Strooooke…

With Sophia still none the wiser, Cheonsol's newly bold hand picked up speed. The urge to finish surged up, so I made a big show of pointing ahead.

"Ah! Lan-lan-i!"

"What about Lan-lan-i? What is it?"

The instant Sophia turned her head, Cheonsol swiftly took my cock into her mouth.

Spurt… spurt…

Gulp. Gulp.

Cheonsol managed to swallow every last drop of cum before Sophia's gaze returned. As a finishing touch she licked the head clean and pulled away, sending a jolt straight up my spine.

"She's sleeping?"

"I just thought she looked cute asleep."

"Anticlimactic. I thought something big had happened."

"Heh."

Cheonsol wiped her lips and smiled, and she was utterly adorable.