Chapter 161: Group rearrangement. Shirley’s Virginity +18. Today’s expectations.

You cup Kallen's flushed face and kiss her deeply, tasting the salt of her sweat on her lips. She melts into it for a moment before pulling back with a grudging half-smile, her scarlet hair wild and tangled.

"Kallen, bring Lacus with you to your room. Lacus, wear a white bunny suit today alongside Kallen."

Kallen blinks. "A white bunny suit? You're serious."

Lacus rises from her cushion with serene acceptance, her pink hair swaying. "I've never worn one. It sounds interesting."

"Arche, select Milly or Villetta to assist you with the twins today."

Arche stretches, already gathering her composure. "Milly. She's better at getting them dressed without fuss."

Milly nods, rising with smooth grace.

"Lisara, join Charlotte and Neia's matching wardrobe today."

Lisara grins, glancing at the half-awake forms of Charlotte and Neia nearby. "The three of us dressed in matching erotic outfits? I'm in."

You turn to the two women sitting on the center cushions, their thighs still pressed together, their cheeks still pink from watching. "Shirley. Alicia. The twins might wake at any time, so we'll move to Shirley's room while everyone splits up to get dressed."

Shirley stands immediately, her amber eyes bright with anticipation. She scoops her strapless bra and tight shorts from the floor where she'd removed them earlier. Alicia rises beside her, already reaching for her blue bikini-style armor pieces piled nearby.

The main hall empties in stages. Kallen leads Lacus toward the corridor, their bare feet padding on stone. Arche guides Milly toward the kitchen wing. Lisara crouches beside Charlotte and Neia, gently waking them with whispered instructions. Villetta and the others drift toward their respective rooms.

You follow Shirley and Alicia down the hallway, watching the sway of Shirley's hips in her half-cup maid outfit, the exposed curve of her breasts bouncing with each step. Alicia walks naked beside her, her athletic frame taut with contained energy, her blonde hair catching corridor torchlight.

Shirley's room is modest and warm, morning sun streaming through gauze curtains. The moment the door closes, you slide a hand behind each of them, your fingers finding the wet slits between their legs. You cup them both, lifting them against your body. Their breasts press against your chest and each other as you begin stroking their aroused pussies.

Shirley gasps first, her head falling back against your shoulder. Alicia's breath hitches, her blue eyes going wide, her athletic thighs trembling as your fingers work her slick folds. Both rising to their toes to keep contact with the ground. You kiss Shirley's neck, then Alicia's mouth, then Shirley again, alternating between them while your hands continue the motions.

Shirley comes first, her body arching, a choked cry spilling from her throat. Alicia follows seconds later, her fingers gripping your shoulders, her hips bucking against your hand as her orgasm crashes through her.

You lay Shirley on her bed first, her orange hair fanning across the pillow, her amber eyes hazy and trusting. Then you settle Alicia beside her, the blonde princess-knight watching with flushed curiosity.

You place a single finger over Shirley's open lips. Not pressing hard enough to stop her breathing, just enough to communicate. Wait. Listen.

"I'm going to take your virginity now," you say. "Not out of cruelty or impatience. Because you were trained from childhood to only accept the boy you chose, the one you'd date for days, weeks or months in a modern manner before ever allowing him to claim you."

Her amber eyes widen. Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your finger.

"Answer me this before you object. Even after everything we've done, the new situation you're in, the growth in your mentality. Was there any consideration for moving farther?"

You remove your finger gently.

Shirley's mouth opens. Closes. Her jaw works. The flush on her cheeks deepens from arousal to something more complicated.

"You're right," she whispers finally. Her voice cracks on the second word. "Even after everything we've done, the life changes, my emotional changes. I wouldn't ask for the next step without dating normally or marriage arrangements. Which can never happen because of this whole situation and lifestyle."

She stares at the ceiling, her amber eyes glistening.

You kiss her gently. Patiently.

"Your original prince charming would have gotten you killed in dozens of different ways," you remind her quietly.

The sob you expect doesn't come. Instead, Shirley exhales a long, slow sigh that carries the weight of someone who already knew the answer before you spoke it.

"I know," she says. "You showed me that."

Alicia lies beside her, watching with quiet understanding, her hand finding Shirley's and squeezing gently.

You kiss Shirley gently, your lips tracing from her mouth down the curve of her jaw, along the column of her throat, to the swell of her breasts. She arches into each touch, her amber eyes half-closed, her breathing already uneven. Your mouth finds her nipple and she gasps, her fingers threading through your hair.

You take your time with her breasts, teasing each one until she's squirming beneath you, her hips rolling in unconscious invitation. Then you kiss lower, across her stomach, down to the wet heat between her thighs. You pull her long legs over your shoulders and bury your face in her pussy, savoring the taste of her final time as a virgin.

Shirley cries out, her thighs clamping around your head, her hands gripping the sheets. You work her with care, building her arousal until she's trembling on the edge. When she's dripping and desperate, you kiss your way back up her body, your cock sliding between her slick thighs as you position yourself at her entrance.

You push inside without giving her time to tense up. One smooth stroke, bottoming out completely. Shirley's breath catches sharply, her eyes flying open, her nails digging into your shoulders. You hold still, fully seated within her, letting her body adjust to the intrusion.

"Oh," she whispers. "Oh, that's."

You kiss her, then turn to kiss Alicia beside her, your hand finding the blonde's breast and squeezing gently. Alicia moans into your mouth, her blue eyes dark with arousal, her athletic body pressing toward you. You alternate between them, fondling and kissing, while Shirley's walls flutter and stretch around your cock.

Minutes pass. Shirley's grip on your shoulders loosens. Her breathing steadies. She rolls her hips experimentally.

"You can move," she says quietly. "Slowly. Please."

You begin with long, gentle strokes that draw soft sounds from her throat with each one. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper. Alicia watches with flushed cheeks, her hand finding Shirley's and intertwining their fingers.

Shirley's first climax from penetration arrives unexpectedly, her body seizing around you, a startled cry escaping her lips. You don't stop, maintaining your measured pace as she rides the aftershocks. Her second builds slower, deeper, her hips rising to meet yours with growing confidence.

"Harder," she breathes. "Just a little."

You oblige. Her third orgasm pulls your release from you, her walls clenching as you spill inside her. She collapses back against the pillow with a dazed expression, her orange hair spread across the linen.

You turn to Alicia. The princess-knight is already pulling your head toward her, her fingers tangling in your hair, guiding your mouth to her neck. "Don't make me wait," she says, her voice husky with accumulated arousal.

You kiss down her athletic curves, her skin taut and warm beneath your lips. She arches into every touch, her blue eyes blazing with impatience. When your mouth reaches her pussy she cries out immediately, her hips bucking against your face, her thighs locking around your ears. Two climaxes crash through her in rapid succession before you've even finished your first pass.

Shirley watches from beside her, her amber eyes soft, her hand still linked with Alicia's. Your cock still intruding in her pussy.

You pull your mouth from Alicia's pussy at her third climax, her athletic thighs still trembling around your ears. She whimpers at the loss, her blue eyes glazed and unfocused, her blonde hair splayed across Shirley's pillow in wild disarray.

You kiss your way back up her body with teasing patience, your lips tracing the taut plane of her stomach, the swell of her breasts. You take each nipple into your mouth without suction, just the warm pressure of your tongue, softening her arousal from its desperate peak to something gentler. Alicia sighs, her fingers loosening in your hair, her breathing steadying.

You kiss her mouth, then turn to kiss Shirley beside her. The orange-haired girl responds with sleepy warmth, her amber eyes still hazy from her own session. You guide her attention downward with a gentle hand on her chin.

"Watch," you murmur.

You withdraw from her slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every ridge of your cock sliding out of her newly claimed pussy. The pop when you finally leave her body makes her gasp softly. Your seed follows, dripping from her swollen lips in thick white threads that pool on the sheets beneath her.

Shirley stares with open fascination, her cheeks burning crimson. "That's. That was inside me."

"How do you feel?"

She considers this with more seriousness than the question warrants. "Sore. Good sore. Like I ran a marathon and then took a hot bath." Her fingers touch her lower lips experimentally, feeling the wetness there. "Is it always like that?"

"Better, usually. First times are unique. I made sure you were very prepared and was gentle. Unprepared or too rough for a first time supposedly hurts and can damage sensitivity long-term."

You reach into your inventory and pull fresh sheets from nothing, replacing them with those beneath her instantly. The stained linens come free and you hold them up, casting Fabricate. The fabric reshapes in your hands, the white cotton transforming into an embroidered wall hanging depicting intertwined flowers in delicate threadwork.

You hang it on the wall above Shirley's headboard with a flick of your wrist, then settle back onto the bed between them, your hands casually finding their breasts.

"Something I've done for all the Carne Manor girls for their first time," you explain. "A souvenir. Each of them has one."

Alicia leans herself into your shoulder, staring at the hanging. "Even Lisara?"

"Even Lisara."

"What does hers look like?"

"Auburn leaves. You'll see it if you ever visit her room."

Shirley's eyes trace the embroidered flowers above her. "It's beautiful. I didn't expect anything like it."

You rise from the bed, casting Prestidigitation across all three of you. The stickiness vanishes, the sweat evaporates. You pull clothing from your inventory straight onto yourself, the motion seamless as blinking.

"Take your time," you say, stepping toward the door. "Get dressed when you're ready."

The door clicks shut behind you. Through the wood, you hear Shirley's voice, small and wondering.

"Alicia. Did you. Was that."

Alicia's reply is warm and immediate. "Three times. He stopped before I couldn't walk."

A pause.

"Do you think Prim will want."

"I think," Alicia says carefully, "that Prim and I will figure that out together. When we're ready."

Another pause, longer this time.

"The wall hanging is really pretty," Shirley whispers.

"It is," Alicia agrees. "Come on. Let's get dressed before the twins ask about us at the table."

You walk to the main hall and settle into your seat at the Heroes Feast table, the enchanted spread already laid with steaming eggs, fresh bread, sliced fruit and warm tea. The hall is quiet save for the crackle of the hearth and the distant sounds of women getting dressed in their rooms.

Lisara arrives first, her auburn hair pulled into a practical ponytail. She wears matching sportswear with Charlotte and Neia, tight athletic tops in charcoal grey that cling to every curve, paired with form-fitting shorts that leave their legs bare. Charlotte's blonde hair is tied back, her blue eyes scanning the table with analytical precision despite the flush still lingering on her cheeks from the wake-up intimacy. Neia walks beside her with growing confidence, her grey eyes bright.

"Good morning," you say. "The three of you look ready for combat training."

Charlotte's jaw tightens. "These were in my wardrobe. All of them were."

"Every single one?"

"Every. Single. One." She pulls at the stretchy fabric. "At least these are practical."

Lacus enters next with Kallen, the pink-haired pacifist in a pristine white bunny suit that hugs her slender frame, the ears tall and perky atop her head. Kallen wears her matching pink version with aggressive confidence, her short scarlet hair a stark contrast to the fluffy ears.

"You look ridiculous," Kallen tells Lacus.

"You look ridiculous too," Lacus replies serenely with a little tease to her tone. "We match."

Kallen opens her mouth, closes it, and sits down.

Milly and Arche arrive with the twins in tow. Kuuderika and Ureirika bounce in matching teal dresses with emerald shorts flashing underneath, their hair braided identically. Arche wears a white sundress that hugs her slender frame, her expression one of profound relief.

"Milly got them dressed in half the time it usually takes me," Arche says, sliding into her seat. "I'm keeping her."

"Happy to help," Milly replies, adjusting her half-cup maid outfit. Her strapless bra and shorts provide modesty around the children, though her exposed upper breasts still draw occasional glances from the other household members.

Villetta and Euphemia arrive together in matching maid outfits, their strapless bras and shorts in place. Euphemia's violet gaze is calm, her pink hair pinned neatly.

Alicia strides in wearing her blue bikini armor with white miniskirt, Shirley beside her in a half-cup maid outfit. Shirley's amber eyes meet yours with a warmth that wasn't there yesterday morning.

Prim enters in the transparent pink dress that fully reveals her white panties and the swell of her cleavage.

Orihime returns in her festival miko ensemble, the red and white robes flowing around her auburn hair, grey eyes bright as she takes her seat beside Lisara.

The portal shimmers and Lucy steps through in a white shirt and green skirt, her pink hair still sleep-tousled. She sits beside Kallen without a word, reaching for toast.

When everyone is settled and eating, you speak.

"While you're at school today, I'll be visiting Jircniv first. Then resurrecting the next graveyard from the Elven Kingdom. Calca and Kelart are expected to make their choice about joining us today." You turn to Neia. "Would you like to visit them again, or go to school with Charlotte and Lisara?"

Neia's grey eyes flicker with conflict. "School," she decides after a moment. "I can visit them another day. Charlotte should be shown how the combat classes work, Lisara would you please go over with us why we're learning melee combat?"

Lisara replies quickly. "Of course, We'll have plenty of time during class."

You continue. "After that I'm recruiting Laura from Charlotte's Infinite Stratos world."

Charlotte pauses mid-bite. "Laura Bodewig? The Russian representative? She's strict but cute-pretty. Very disciplined."

"I'll return with Yor, Fiona, Grayfia and Oriax. Meaning three more at the table for dinner. Grayfia and Oriax live in their DxD home through the dungeon passageway, so they'll come and go as needed."

You let a moment pass before adding with a slight smile, "I wonder if the mansion will mess with Laura's outfits too."

Charlotte's fork clatters against her plate. Her blue eyes narrow with the particular intensity of someone who has been personally victimized by enchanted wardrobes.

"If it puts her in a bunny suit," Charlotte says flatly, "I will feel vindicated. If it puts her in something worse than what I have, I will feel nothing because there is nothing worse than what I have."

Lisara snorts into her tea. Neia covers her mouth. Even Arche cracks a smile.

"Your sportswear looks comfortable," you offer.

"It is comfortable," Charlotte admits through gritted teeth. "That's the worst part. The mansion gives me erotic clothing that is somehow also practical. I can't even properly complain."