Chapter 160: Wake up +18 orgy. Shuffling the Carne Manor.

You store your clothing in your inventory with a thought, the fabric dissolving into stored data as you cross the main hall in the grey pre-dawn light. Fifteen women lie scattered across three oversized couches in various states of undress, their breathing deep and even beneath the lingering magical sleep you placed upon them.

You settle onto the cushion beside Enri, her green eyes closed, her naked body pressed against Prim. Your hand caresses her warm hip, fingers tracing lazy circles that gradually increase in pressure. You release the Rejuvenating Slumber from all fifteen women simultaneously.

You press your lips to her ear. "Wake up, Enri."

Soft gasps and stretches fill the hall as bodies stir, muscles unknotting, minds sharpening with the unique clarity that follows magical rest. Enri's eyes flutter open, finding yours immediately, her lips parting in a sleepy smile that shifts to something warmer as she registers your naked proximity and the deliberate path of your hand.

"Good morning," she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep.

Your fingers finding the heat between her thighs already responding to your touch. She inhales sharply, her hips pressing forward into your palm. You tease her with patient precision until her breathing turns ragged, until wetness coats your fingertips.

"Ride me," you tell her.

Enri's cheeks flush pink but she obeys, shifting to straddle your lap with nervous energy that transforms into confidence as she sinks down onto you. Her mouth opens in a silent gasp, her hands bracing against your shoulders. She begins to move in slow rolling motions, her green eyes locked on yours, enjoying the intimacy of being the first one awake enough to claim this particular attention.

The other women are stirring now, watching with varying degrees of sleepy interest. Milly props herself up on one elbow beside Arche. Charlotte blinks owlishly from beneath her blanket. Kallen's red hair is a disaster across the cushion where she lies tangled with Alicia and Prim.

You speak while Enri rides, your voice carrying clearly through the quiet hall.

"Good morning, ladies. There's something I need to point out now that we have enough members for it to matter." Enri's pace doesn't falter, her cheeks burning but her hips maintaining their rhythm. "You've been subconsciously grouping yourselves. Focusing interactions with those from your former worlds, or hesitating to include newer members."

Several women exchange glances. Shirley sits up straighter. Lacus's pink hair falls across her face as she tilts her head curiously.

"Last night was impromptu," you continue, your hands settling on Enri's hips to guide her movements into something deeper. She bites her lip, a soft moan escaping. "But we should do it more often. Each world you adventure to in the future will separate and push you into different groups. You don't want to be limited by imaginary social boundaries."

Silence follows. Then Kallen speaks first, her voice rough with sleep.

"He's right that we cluster. I barely talked to anyone from the other worlds before last night."

"I noticed it too," Charlotte admits quietly, her blue eyes meeting Orihime's across the hall. "Neia and I spent all evening together but barely spoke to Milly or Shirley."

Orihime nods slowly, her auburn hair mussed. "I was scared to approach anyone being the only one. Everyone already seemed so close."

Enri's rhythm stutters as she processes the conversation happening while she rides you, her face crimson but her body unwilling to stop. "He's not wrong," she manages between breaths. "I talk to Lisara and Arche constantly but I've barely said ten words to Lacus."

Lacus smiles gently. "We should fix that. Breakfast together, perhaps? All of us."

Renner's voice comes from her position beside Lisara on the bench, quiet but thoughtful. "The grouping doesn't seem malicious. It's comfort. Familiar faces in an unfamiliar situation. But comfort becomes isolation if left unchecked."

Enri's movements grow more urgent, her composure slipping as arousal overtakes her ability to contribute to conversation. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her breath coming in short pants that draw attention from the watching women.

You move one hand to the couch, fingers weaving a slow Transmute spell through the wood and fabric. The back of the couch elongates gradually, the cushion stretching into a reclined surface wide enough for you to lie back without disturbing Lisara's straddling position on your lap. Arche and Milly shift slightly as the furniture reshapes beneath them, their eyes widening at the new display of magic used for something so mundane as making a sex position more comfortable.

You lower yourself back against the newly formed incline, Lisara adjusting her hips to maintain your cock inside her as you settle. Her auburn hair falls across her chest.

"Charlotte," you say, your voice calm and instructional. "Come here."

The blonde pilot approaches with measured steps, her nude body catching the grey dawn light. Her blue eyes hold yours with that regained composure she wears like armor.

"This will be similar to when I kneel between your legs to service you," you explain. "Only now you're the one kneeling. You'll kiss me with your virgin lips instead."

Charlotte's breath catches. A flush spreads from her neck to her cheeks. "You mean."

"Kneel over my face. I'll do the work. You just need to let yourself feel it."

She swallows visibly. Then she moves, climbing onto the couch, positioning her thighs on either side of your head. Her blonde hair curtains forward as she looks down at you between her legs, her expression caught between nervous anticipation and the analytical determination to understand what's about to happen.

"Whenever you're ready," you tell her.

Charlotte lowers herself. The moment your mouth finds her, her entire body jolts. A sharp gasp escapes her lips, her thighs clenching around your ears. You grip her hips to steady her, your tongue working with the same intentional patience you've used every time you've serviced her before. Only now the angle is reversed. She is above you, looking down, watching your eyes meet hers from between her legs.

Lisara begins to move. Her rhythm matches Charlotte's breathing, slow rolls of her hips that gradually build as she watches the blonde pilot's composure crack above you. "Breathe, Charlotte," Lisara murmurs, her hands bracing against your chest. "He's good at this. Just let it happen."

Charlotte's first climax arrives within minutes, her thighs trembling violently, her fingers gripping the couch back behind your head. She cries out, the sound raw and uncontrolled, nothing like the measured responses she's shown before. Her analytical mind has simply stopped functioning.

She doesn't climb off.

Her second orgasm builds while the first still pulses through her. You feel Lisara's pace quicken above you, her own arousal spiking from watching Charlotte lose herself. The carpenter's daughter rides harder, her breathing ragged, her eyes fixed on the blonde pilot shuddering above your face.

"Neia," Lisara calls between gasps. "Your turn when Charlotte finishes."

Neia kneels nearby, watching with wide grey eyes, her athletic body tense with anticipation.

Charlotte's third climax draws a sob from her throat. She finally lifts herself free, collapsing sideways onto the cushion with her legs still twitching. Her blue eyes are glazed, unfocused, her composure utterly demolished.

Neia takes her place immediately, the squire's stronger thighs bracketing your head with confident pressure. She's been watching, learning, and when your tongue finds her she moans with none of Charlotte's restraint.

Lisara climaxes around your cock as Neia's first orgasm hits, her walls clenching, her head thrown back. She doesn't stop moving. Her hips roll through the aftershocks, building toward another peak while Neia rides your face with increasing urgency.

Orihime waits her turn with grey eyes bright, her auburn hair mussed, her lips parted in genuine excitement rather than nervousness. When Neia finally dismounts with trembling legs and a dazed smile, Orihime settles over you with eager warmth, her thighs soft against your cheeks.

You bring her to two quick climaxes, her voice rising in delighted gasps that fill the hall. Lisara matches Orihime's second peak with her own, her body shuddering as you release inside her simultaneously, filling her with warmth while Orihime collapses forward against the couch back.

The main hall settles into heavy breathing and satisfied silence. Lisara lifts herself off you with a contented sigh, your seed trailing down her thighs. She stretches languidly, her auburn hair catching the strengthening dawn light through the tall windows. Charlotte lies trembling beside you, her eyes half-open, her lips curved in an expression of stunned peace. Orihime crawls moving off your face while she recovers.

Shirley and Alicia watch from their center cushions, their cheeks flushed, their thighs pressed together.

Lisara slides off your lap with a satisfied groan, your seed dripping down her inner thighs as she settles onto the cushion beside Charlotte's still-trembling form. She stretches languidly, her auburn hair catching the strengthening dawn light through the tall windows.

"Your turn, Villetta," you say.

Villetta rises from her position on the couch with fluid grace, her dark skin gleaming in the grey morning light. Her half-cup maid outfit leaves her breasts fully exposed, the fabric cinched tight around her waist. She approaches you with the measured confidence of someone who has grown comfortable with these arrangements, her amber eyes warm.

"Arche, Milly, Renner," she says, glancing at the three virgins she selected. "Come."

Arche moves first, her slender frame settling onto the cushion beside your head with familiarity. She has watched enough of these sessions to know the positioning without instruction. Her green eyes meet yours with quiet trust, her pale thighs parting as she lifts herself over your face.

"I've been thinking about this all morning," she admits softly, lowering herself onto your mouth. The touch of your tongue draws a sharp inhale from her, her fingers gripping the reshaped couch back. Unlike Charlotte's overwhelmed gasps, Arche's response is controlled, measured, her hips rolling in slow circles as she guides your mouth where she needs it most.

Villetta straddles your hips and sinks down onto your cock with a deep moan, her walls gripping you with the tight heat of someone genuinely aroused. She begins riding immediately, her pace confident and steady, her hands bracing against your chest.

"Milly," Villetta calls between thrusts. "Watch how Arche moves. You'll want to know."

Milly kneels nearby, her blue eyes analytical even as her cheeks flush pink. She studies Arche's rolling hips with the same attention she brings to logistics, observing the pace and pressure that draws the noble daughter's breath into ragged pants.

Arche's first climax arrives with a quiet gasp rather than a scream, her body shuddering delicately as her thighs clamp around your ears. She lifts herself free after a moment, her legs trembling, and Milly takes her place without hesitation.

The student council president settles over your face with surprising boldness, her blue eyes looking down at you between her thighs. "I've been wanting to try this," she murmurs, lowering herself. Your tongue finds her immediately and her composure fractures within seconds, her mouth falling open, her hips jerking involuntarily.

Villetta rides harder, matching Milly's escalating responses. Her dark fingers dig into your chest as her first climax hits, her walls clenching around you. She doesn't stop. Her hips roll through the aftershocks, building toward another peak while Milly cries out above you, her second orgasm crashing through her before the first has fully faded.

Renner waits with quiet patience. When Milly finally dismounts with trembling legs and glazed eyes, the princess kneels over your face with intentional composure. Her golden-blonde hair curtains forward, her blue eyes meeting yours from above with a particular mix of strategic awareness and genuine vulnerability that's new to her character.

"No framework," she whispers before lowering herself. "Just this."

Your tongue finds her and her composure dissolves instantly. Renner's hips move with desperate urgency, her fingers tangling in your hair, her voice breaking into sounds she would never permit herself in any other context. Two climaxes shake through her before she lifts free, collapsing sideways with her hand pressed over her mouth.

Villetta's final climax pulls your release from you, her body shuddering as you fill her, her head thrown back in a long satisfied moan. She stays seated for several breaths before lifting herself free, your seed spilling out of her lower lips as she settles beside Arche.

Shirley and Alicia watch from their center cushions, their faces flushed, their breathing noticeably heavier than when the session began.

You clean yourself with a word and turn your attention to the red-haired girl sitting cross-legged on her cushion, still naked from Alicia and Prim stripping her last night.

"Kallen. Your turn."

She stands with that particular competitive energy she brings to everything, her scarlet hair cropped short and wild around her face. You catch her eye and let a smirk form.

"Interesting choices you made," you say. "Lacus, Euphemia, Prim. Three princesses with long pink hair."

Kallen's face flushes crimson. "That's not I didn't choose them because of their hair."

"You didn't?" You gesture at the three women in question. Lacus's pink waves cascade past her shoulders. Euphemia's pink tresses spill across her exposed breasts. Prim's pink hair flows nearly to her waist where she sits tangled with Alicia's blonde locks.

"It's a coincidence," Kallen insists, striding toward you with her jaw set. She straddles your lap with aggressive confidence, sinking down onto your cock. Her walls grip you with the tight heat of someone channeling competitive frustration into physical action. "I chose them because I barely know them. Like you said."

"Of course."

"Shut up."

She begins riding with sharp, determined thrusts, her hands bracing against your chest. Her short scarlet hair bounces with each movement, a stark contrast to the long pink waves of the three princesses watching from nearby cushions.

Lacus rises first, approaching with serene grace. She kneels over your face, her pink hair falling forward like a curtain around your head, and lowers herself gently onto your mouth with confidence. Her first climax comes quickly, her body trembling as she grips the couch back, but she stays. Her second builds while Kallen rides harder beneath her, the red-haired girl's competitive fire translating into increasingly brutal hip movements.

Euphemia takes her turn next, the Britannian former-princess settling over you with an airy composure that fractures within seconds of your tongue finding her slit. Her violet eyes go wide, her pink hair swaying as her hips jerk involuntarily. Two climaxes shake through her before she dismounts with trembling legs and a dazed smile.

Prim is last, the Kuroinu former-princess climbing over you eagerly. Her breasts shaking as she grinds against your mouth, her voice rising in delighted gasps that harmonize with Kallen's increasingly desperate moans below.

Kallen's competitive edge dissolves entirely when Prim's second orgasm triggers her own. Her walls clench violently around you, her head thrown back, a raw cry tearing from her throat. She rides through it without stopping, her hips stuttering but refusing to cease.

Prim dismounts with a satisfied sigh and Kallen's pace becomes frantic, chasing something she refuses to name. Her second climax hits harder than the first, her entire body convulsing, her nails raking your chest. She collapses forward against you, panting, her scarlet hair plastered to her flushed face.

"Princesses," she mutters against your shoulder. "I just like pink. That's all."

Shirley and Alicia sit in the center of the hall, their cheeks deeply flushed, their thighs pressed tightly together. The morning light has strengthened to full gold through the tall windows.