Chapter 137: Milly’s example. Villetta and Shirley’s duet. +18

You keep your hands firm on Enri's hips, feeling the way her body trembles with oversensitivity as she continues riding you. Her green eyes are glazed now, focused inward on sensation rather than the watching crowd.

"Is this how you imagined it?" you ask, voice carrying clearly through the main hall.

Enri's response comes between gasping breaths. "I never... thought I'd do this... in front of everyone."

"But you are," you say, thumbs pressing circles into her hip bones as you thrust up to meet her increasingly uncoordinated movements. "You're taking what you want where everyone can see."

Her fourth climax builds slowly, announced by the tightening of her thighs against your sides and the way her nails dig harder into your shoulders. When it hits, she arches backward with a cry that echoes off the walls, her body clenching around you in waves.

You don't let her rest. Your hands guide her hips through the aftershocks, maintaining the rhythm despite her whimpered protests. She's barely recovered when the fifth peak starts building, this one coming faster as exhaustion lowers her body's resistance to sensation.

"I can't," Enri manages, but her hips keep moving.

"You can," you tell her. "One more."

From across the room, Lacus speaks softly to Charlotte. "Master emphasizes his partners be satisfied, which usually translates to multiple climax. It's either him demonstrating appreciation for their-our efforts. Or just him celebrating that we're his."

Charlotte says nothing in response, though her knuckles are white where they grip the arms of her chair.

Enri's fifth climax breaks over her like a wave, gentler than the previous ones but no less thorough. Her whole body goes rigid for a long moment before all tension releases at once. She collapses forward against your chest, panting, sweat making her skin slick where it presses against yours.

You catch her easily, arms wrapping around her back to support her weight. Her breathing is ragged against your neck, her body still twitching with occasional aftershocks.

"Well done Enri," you murmur, loud enough for the room to hear. "Your performance was beautiful."

Enri makes a small sound that might be acknowledgment or simply exhaustion. Her arms wrap loosely around your neck, holding on more for stability than affection as her consciousness starts to fade.

Shirley leans toward Lucy. "Does he always... until they pass out?"

"Not always," Lisara replies matter-of-factly. "Sometimes we stay awake for conversation afterward. Mostly it depends on when and how many times. Usually at night it's with the intention of putting us to sleep, but in the mornings he's visited you and let you stay awake after... a bit of kissing, right?"

Renner observes from her seat, expression thoughtfully analytical as she watches Enri's unconscious form cradled in your arms.

You pull Enri closer against your chest, shifting your hips upward to press deeper. The angle changes everything. Her body tightens around you as you release, warmth flooding into her most intimate space. The sensation of fullness pushes her over an edge she didn't know remained.

Her cry is wordless, nearly inaudible, more exhalation than sound. Her nails dig into your shoulders through your shirt as her body clenches rhythmically around you, drawing every drop deeper. You reach down between your bodies, finding the sensitive bud at her apex and circling it with careful pressure. Her climax extends, stuttering through aftershocks as you gently pinch one nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Please," she manages, though whether it's a plea for mercy or continuation remains unclear.

You withdraw carefully, aware of her oversensitivity, and murmur the words of a cleaning cantrip. The spell leaves both of you pristine. Enri's breathing remains ragged against your neck as you shift to lift her in a princess carry, her head lolling against your shoulder.

"I'm putting Enri to bed," you announce lightly to the room.

Charlotte's gaze follows you as you stand, her blue eyes unreadable. Renner sets down her teacup with deliberate precision. Lacus nods with serene understanding, while Shirley exchanges a quick glance with Lucy.

You carry Enri through the hallway toward the bedroom where Nemu sleeps. The door opens silently at your approach. Inside, the young girl rests peacefully under soft blankets, her breathing even and undisturbed. You lay Enri on the opposite side of the bed, arranging her naked form comfortably before pulling the covers up to her shoulders. Her green eyes flutter open briefly, unfocused.

"Thank you," she whispers, already sliding back into unconsciousness.

You brush hair from her forehead and press a final kiss to her temple before straightening. When you return to the main hall, conversation has resumed without pause. Milly stands near the window discussing something with Villetta and Euphemia, whose exposed breasts remain prominently displayed in their open-cup maid outfits. Lisara sits by the fire with a book, glancing up as you enter.

"All settled?" Arche asks from where she leans against the doorframe leading to the kitchen.

"She'll sleep well," you confirm, moving back toward your previous seat.

Charlotte shifts slightly in her witch apprentice costume, the blue-trimmed fabric rustling softly. Her posture remains carefully controlled, knees pressed together, hands folded precisely in her lap. She's still processing, still calculating how to navigate this household where such public displays occur without comment or judgment.

Milly steps into your path as you move toward the seating area, her blue eyes meeting yours. She rises onto her toes, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that carries both affection and purpose. Your hands move automatically to cup her exposed breasts through the open-cup maid outfit, circling her nipples as they harden beneath your touch.

Her arms slide up and over your shoulders, pulling herself closer. When she breaks the kiss, she speaks just loud enough for nearby listeners to hear. "Enri's surprise performance might have given Charlotte the wrong impression about expectations. So no show from me tonight. Just bring me to bed and give me your daily virgin service so I can sleep."

You nod, sliding your arms beneath her knees and back to lift her in a princess carry. She settles against your chest, one arm around your neck as you kiss her again while walking toward the hallway. Behind you, conversation continues.

Inside Milly's bedroom, you lower her gently onto the bed. The blue-trimmed sheets complement her analytical bearing as she props herself on her elbows, watching you with those intelligent eyes. You lean over her, hands moving to her breasts again. Your mouth follows, tongue circling one nipple before taking it between your lips to suck gently.

"That feels wonderful," Milly murmurs, her fingers threading through your hair.

You spend several minutes alternating between her breasts, sucking and playing with her nipples until her breathing quickens noticeably. Then you trail kisses down her stomach, settling between her spread thighs. The scent of her arousal is evident even before you press your mouth to her most sensitive flesh.

Your tongue works methodically, finding the spots and pressure that makes her hips lift involuntarily. You keep the pace measured rather than urgent, extending the buildup as she requested. Her thighs tremble against your shoulders as tension coils tighter.

"Close," she gasps, fingers tightening in your hair.

You don't change anything, maintaining the exact stimulation until her climax breaks over her in gentle waves rather than explosive release. You work her through it carefully, tongue softening its movements as sensitivity peaks, then continuing with feather-light contact to draw out the aftershocks.

When you finally lift your head, Milly's eyes are half-closed, her breathing evening into the slower rhythm of approaching sleep. You suck on her nipples gently a moment longer, then clean her with a cantrip and pull the covers up to her shoulders before pressing a final kiss to her forehead.

Back in the main hall, Lisara has moved closer to where Charlotte sits rigidly in her witch costume. "Several of us are still virgins," Lisara says conversationally. "Master values virginity and won't claim us without our agreement. Though even virgins are expected to accept his touch. His oral service for virgins starts embarrassing until you realize he's doing it to treasure you rather than just taking pleasure. Public or private service is usually optional, like Milly just demonstrated. You should thank her later."

Charlotte's knuckles are white where they grip her chair arms, but she manages a stiff nod.

You enter the main hall and approach Villetta and Shirley where they sit near the hearth, both women looking up as you near. Shirley's amber eyes widen slightly with understanding as you extend your hand to her first, then to Villetta.

"Come with me," you say simply.

Shirley takes your hand, rising smoothly. Villetta follows suit, her expression attentive. The three of you move toward the hallway together, leaving the remaining women to their conversation. Behind you, Lacus's voice carries softly as she continues conversing something with Charlotte.

Villetta's bedroom is decorated in practical elegance, the bed large enough to accommodate multiple people comfortably. You guide both women inside and close the door with a soft click.

"Shirley, sit on the bed," you instruct, gesturing to a spot several feet back from where you stand. "Watch."

Her cheeks color immediately, but she complies without protest, settling onto the mattress with her legs tucked beneath her. Her orange hair falls over one shoulder as she tilts her head, amber eyes fixed on you and Villetta.

You turn your full attention to Villetta, whose bearing makes her responses particularly genuine. Your hands move to her open-cup maid outfit, slowly cupping her exposed breasts. She inhales sharply at the contact, nipples hardening beneath your palms.

"Undress," you tell her.

Villetta strips efficiently, letting the maid outfit fall around her ankles, she stands naked before you. You guide her toward the bed, positioning her on hands and knees facing Shirley. The angle gives your watching audience a clear view of Villetta's expression.

You free yourself from your pants, positioning behind Villetta. Her body is already responding, slick with anticipation as you press against her entrance. The initial penetration draws a gasp from her lips, her back arching as you fill her completely.

Shirley watches with obvious fascination, her own breathing quickening as you begin thrusting into Villetta with measured strokes. Villetta's arms tremble, supporting her weight as pleasure builds steadily.

"Look at Shirley," you instruct.

Villetta lifts her gaze, meeting Shirley's eyes directly as you continue working inside her. The connection between them adds another layer to the building tension, Shirley squirming slightly where she sits.

Villetta's first climax approaches quickly, announced by the tightening of her inner walls and the stuttering of her breath. When it breaks over her, she cries out openly, her arms giving out so she collapses face-down on the mattress. You don't stop, continuing to thrust as she trembles through aftershocks.

"Shirley, come here," you say.

Shirley moves immediately, crawling across the bed to where you indicate. You guide Villetta to lie flat on her back, then position Shirley kneeling above Villetta's face, facing you.

"Spread your legs," you tell Shirley.

She complies, her dress hiking up as she parts her thighs. You lean forward, mouth finding her most sensitive flesh while resuming your thrusts into Villetta beneath. Your tongue laps against Shirley's center, finding the place that makes her gasp and grip your shoulders for stability.

Villetta's body responds to the continued stimulation, her hips lifting to meet each thrust despite her recent climax. Your free hand moves up to Shirley's breast, kneading through the thin fabric of her dress as your tongue circles her most sensitive places.

Both women's breathing synchronizes, rising together toward shared release. When the peak finally hits, Shirley's cry mingles with Villetta's wordless sounds as both climax nearly simultaneously, their bodies shuddering in tandem. You dive deep into Villetta for your own release, causing her to shudder as she fills.

You resume your attention on Shirley, mouth working steadily against her most sensitive flesh while your fingers maintain gentle pressure on Villetta's hip beneath you. Shirley's breathing grows ragged, her thighs trembling against your ears as the tension builds toward its inevitable peak.

When her climax breaks, Shirley's entire body arches upward, a strangled cry escaping her lips as pleasure washes through her in waves. You work her through it patiently, tongue softening its movements as sensitivity spikes, then continuing with feather-light contact to draw out the aftershocks until she collapses backwards, lying spread across the bed.

Villetta shifts beneath you, her inner walls fluttering around you with residual contractions. You ease back slowly, withdrawing from her completely with careful attention to her oversensitivity. A soft whimper escapes her lips at the sudden emptiness.

You guide Shirley to lie beside Villetta, both women's breathing still uneven as you lean over them. Starting with Villetta, you take one nipple gently between your lips, sucking with barely any pressure. Her body responds automatically despite her exhaustion, the peak hardening briefly before beginning to soften as arousal fades into satisfied languor.

Shirley receives the same treatment, your mouth moving to her breast while your hand cups Villetta's other. The gentle stimulation serves to calm rather than arouse, grounding them both as consciousness begins slipping away. Shirley's amber eyes drift closed first, her breathing evening into the slower rhythm of sleep.

Villetta follows moments later, her features relaxing completely as awareness fades. You straighten, murmuring the words of a cleaning cantrip that leaves both women pristine. For a moment you simply admire them - Shirley's orange hair spread across the pillow beside Villetta's white, their naked forms peaceful in the lamplight, skin still flushed from exertion.

You pull the sheet up to cover them both, tucking it around their shoulders with care. Your pants require only minimal adjustment, the fabric settling back into place as you fasten them properly. One final glance confirms both women are sleeping soundly before you move toward the door.

The hallway is quiet, lit by magical lanterns at regular intervals. From the direction of the main hall, you can hear the murmur of conversation continuing - Lacus's gentle voice carrying, followed by what might be Renner's lower tones in response.

You close Villetta's door with a soft click, the sound barely audible over the household's ambient noise.

Lucy's absence is notable - she must have retired while you were occupied.

Renner notices your approach first, her blue eyes tracking your movement across the room. You move to her chair and lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She accepts it with practiced composure, though her fingers tighten briefly around her teacup.

"Welcome back," you say quietly. "I hope today's work went well."

"Productive," Renner replies, her voice measured. "The documentation progresses as expected. I compiled preliminary frameworks for the public liberation statement."

"Good." You straighten, turning your attention to the gathered women. "What are we discussing?"

Lacus gestures gracefully toward Charlotte. "We were explaining the household's daily rhythms. Charlotte asked about the school schedule."

Charlotte's gaze flicks to you, then away. Her hands clasp together at her waist, knuckles pale against the costume fabric. "Lacus mentioned that several women attend classes in the village. I wondered about the curriculum."

Arche shifts her weight against the doorframe, speaking before you can respond. "Basic literacy, mathematics, some history. The younger students focus on fundamentals. Combat training happens separately in the afternoon for those interested."

"Combat training," Charlotte repeats, her tone carefully neutral.

Neia, standing near the hearth in her matching red-trimmed costume, nods enthusiastically despite her obvious discomfort with the outfit. "Master established comprehensive instruction. Fenrak teaches close-quarters techniques, while Velroth handles tactical theory. The diversity of instructors ensures well-rounded education."

Euphemia, still in her open-cup maid outfit with exposed breasts, adds softly from where she stands beside the window, "The school serves both household members and village children. Master allows accessible education regardless of background."

You settle into a nearby chair, noting how Charlotte's attention fixes on Euphemia's casual nudity before forcing her gaze elsewhere. Renner observes the interaction with analytical precision, her expression revealing nothing while her mind clearly catalogs every detail.

"Tomorrow," you say, addressing Charlotte directly, "you'll accompany the others to observe. Understanding the household's operations firsthand will answer questions better than secondhand explanation."

Charlotte's jaw tightens fractionally before she manages a stiff nod. "Understood."

Lacus rises from her chair with fluid grace, moving to stand beside Charlotte. Her hand rests gently on the blonde woman's shoulder - a gesture of support rather than dominance. "The transition feels overwhelming initially. Everyone here experienced similar adjustment periods."

"Some more gracefully than others," Lisara comments dryly from the doorframe, her amusement evident. "I spent my first week convinced I'd made the worst decision of my life."

Arche laughs quietly. "At least we didn't faint when he revealed himself."

The casual banter seems designed to ease Charlotte's visible tension, though her posture remains controlled. You watch the dynamic unfold, noting how the established household members work collectively to integrate their newest addition through normalized conversation rather than direct pressure.