I Own a Brothel in Another World

Chapter 243 – A Man Amongst Servants

When I come to after the visit into my soul, I almost come too.

The sensation is already familiar enough that I don’t necessarily need all the quite specific sounds that reach my ears to figure out what’s happening. My body remembers it clearly and that’s the only thing stopping it from surrendering to the pleasure it’s experiencing. Even subconsciously, a part of me continues to keep control of timing and the other aspects of my release.

Quite a useful ability. No need to worry about any nightly accidents.

However, a much more appealing result of such physical conditioning is the one that two charming girls are currently taking advantage of.

Opening my eyes, I’m greeted by my own bare front as I lie on my back with no covers anywhere in sight. I think I can spot a corner at the edge of the bed, but I’m not entirely sure. It’s difficult to search for it when a very interesting scene plays out straight ahead, the one where a rather indecent precedent is taking place.

Mevana is currently in the process of wrapping her pouty lips around my shaft while testingly swirling her tongue all over the tip. Meanwhile, my beloved wife observes her attentively with the look of a great master guiding their personal disciple on the path to being the world’s best.

World’s best cock sucker, it seems.

Both ladies are not yet dressed either as they lean over my pelvis. Sirgia has taken a sitting position with her legs and knees a bit aside so I get the best view of her slim frame, including those modest but perky breasts and a hint of her cute slit currently pressed into the bed, her shy pearl peaking out enticingly.

As for Mev, she’s the one hunched over my crotch, which brings her massive tits into a fully hanging position as they sway slightly from her movements while affected by the laws of gravity, as much as they try to defy it with their plumpness and tautness.

My considerate mate keeps her unbound hair away from her face so she can work on me unobstructed. Using her grip, she does control the other woman’s movements a little bit, changing the angles and depth of the strokes, but never going too far since it’s clearly too early for Mevana to attempt anything more advanced.

“Good. Now, remember what I told you.” Sirgia corrects her grip on Mev’s hair and receives a resolute nod in response.

Okay, I might have been wrong about that one.

Shortly after, she begins to push down and my tip squeezes into a fairly tight passage. At least in the very beginning. It doesn’t take long before Mevana hesitates and faintly jerks back, the first signs of coughing, albeit held back, escaping her mouth. She bravely persists in her task, self-assumed probably, and I slide a bit deeper, but as her eyes water and her reactions grow stronger, Sirgia puts a stop to it and tenderly withdraws the inexperienced girl.

Mev gasps for air as my cock pops out of her throat and stares at it with a somewhat defiant but also defeated look, slowly regaining control of her windpipe and swallowing a few times reflexively. Sirgia comforts her by brushing her back affectionately while shuffling closer.

“That was a good attempt but you are way too tense,” she advises without a hint of disappointment. “If you continue to think about it as a challenge to prove yourself to him, it won’t work. You have to relax and want it for yourself. Close your eyes if you have to. That makes it easier during the first attempts. Calm your mind and your body will follow. Like this. Look.”

My tiny wife takes her place and Mevana moves to the side to watch from a better angle. They are so focused on their little act that neither of them has noticed that I’m already awake and witnessing what can’t be anything other than a training session. Since they are focused so deeply, I don’t have the heart to interrupt them just yet and stay quiet like a respectful test subject would in this situation.

And an extremely happy test subject, most likely.

Taking a small, calming breath, Sirgia opens her dainty lips and gives my tip a loving peck. As her slender fingers uphold the shaft, she deepens it and takes my girth inside, serenely closing her eyes. In one smooth motion, she lowers herself until the head brushes against her throat, and keeps going. I watch it stretch as she doesn’t stop until her nose pokes my underbelly. Then, she hangs out right there for a few seconds motionlessly, just letting my manhood fill her up completely like that’s where it belongs.

Knowing her, she might believe in something like that.

Spending enough time down there to prove her point and convey the hard-earned wisdom, she pulls back with the same tranquil movement, her warm tongue cordially stroking my underside on the whole way back. Closing her lips before they arrive at the tip, she gives it a parting suck that lets out a quiet pop when they slide over the head. 

Gazing after it longingly for a second or two, she turns to her charge and blushes heavily, all that earlier composure broken. And how would it not be when Mev stares at her with eyes so wide with fascination and respect that I can feel her awe right here? It’s like someone has just opened the world of artisanship to her but the craft is sucking dick.

Well, credit given where it’s due, my lovely mate dedicated lots of time and other resources to achieve this level so she deserves it all. Not many would be willing to impale their throat on cock replicas for hours just so they can offer it to their partner without a single question asked.

“See? It’s easy enough. The hard part comes when he starts moving, but it’s really worth it. When you get used to the feeling, it becomes rather enjoyable, especially since Master never goes harder than you are able to bear. And seeing him feel good while looking up from below as he smiles and bumps into your face is extremely satisfying.” Sirgia tries to fight her timid nature but with so much attention on her, she still glances aside shyly. “Anyway, that’s for much later. Now, take this and practise alongside me. Copy my movements. I’ll match them to your current limits.”

Reaching behind them, she brings forth a dildo, and of course, it’s my perfect copy. Over the time she’s been working on these and the other models, she’s achieved such fine craftsmanship that it’s starting to become tough to differentiate them from the real thing. It might be a little bit unnerving, though I don’t mind the ladies having these. As for the regular customers, I doubt they’ll ever chance upon this level of quality in the Pleasure Rooms or the future stores. 

Mortal minds aren’t ready for such a big step.

Naturally, my girls are way more than that now so they are safe. I don’t have to worry about them getting addicted to these toys.

Addiction to me on the other hand…

Yeah, that’s something I’ll need to call an expert for.

The scene playing in front of me proves that there might already be a problem. Depending on who you ask, of course.

As Sirgia lines herself up with my penis in her hand again, so does Mevana right by her side, their hips touching as their so different bodies create a beautiful picture of slim and deliciously thick. They share a glance and both descend upon their respective versions of me. Starting with some teasing licks, they take the tips inside and go on from there.

Mev watches my wife like a hawk, replicating every single action on the copy. It’s like someone put a mirror beside Sirgia, but the one that makes you look distorted. In this case, it makes her into a curvy bombshell instead. Save for those details, their lips, tongues, and hands move in perfect sync and it creates a kind of ghost limb for me. Staring and my sweet mate sucking me off so softly while our new friend does the same with a lifelike replica fucks with my brain as much as they fuck their mouths with me.

After a few seconds of teasing and prodding, they finally move on to the main section of the lesson and Sirgia opens up more while sliding lower. Mevana follows dutifully and they reach their throats. My little genius keeps her student’s inexperience in mind and thus slips only the tip into her snug throat, repeatedly sticking it into that tight squeeze, holding steady for a moment, and pulling back.

Even though Mev struggles a tiny bit and lets out a quiet cough or swallow, she follows suit, gradually fighting her inhibitions.

I give them a few minutes, judging it long enough for their study session to wrap up just before our precious new companion exhausts herself, and slowly raise my shoulders off the pillows. Sirgia’s gorgeous brown eyes lock onto mine instantly and she shudders a little as my palm grazes her delicate cheek, closing them to focus on the blissful touch.

Thankfully, Mevana freezes on the spot as she realises I’m awake, so when her tutor suddenly goes for the kill and nails herself down on my member to the very root, she doesn’t join the more experienced Dwarf. It would have ended up in a disaster otherwise.

Stroking Sirgia’s cheek, I audibly let her know how good she is to me and my dainty lover deepthroats me with care. Not fast, not slow, just at the right speed for both of us to enjoy it. Displaying her champion-like prowess, she brings me to the edge fairly quickly, earning herself a reward.

“Here it comes, love.” I bring my other hand to her face, cupping her chin tenderly.

I can feel her smile around my shaft as she retreats a bit and swirls her tongue underneath the head, coaxing the release with careful suction. She receives my load without a flinch, the few waves of creamy delicacy flowing onto the back of her throat and her tongue, all the while her talented fingers play with my orbs, aiming to draw as much from me as she can.

When I’m done, she backs off with another pop, this time much louder by intention as she doesn’t have to worry about waking me up, and proceeds to delightfully swallow the offering in small portions. Finishing, she parts her lips to show that no trace of my seed has escaped her, more to Mevana than to me, but I still smirk at her proudly since it’s only natural to acknowledge her honest effort.

“Now, that’s a good morning if I’ve ever known one.” I chuckle warmly, tugging her closer.

Sirgia falls into my chest and turns her chin up, knowing what’s next. Wrapping my arm around her tiny waist, I invite her for a loving kiss and she obliges, our lips sharing sweet pecks and brushes. When I draw back, a beautiful smile decorates her visage, alongside the rosiness on her fair cheeks.

“Good morning, Master,” she whispers and leaves one more kiss on my own cheek. “Did you enjoy the wake-up call?”

“It felt and looked amazing.” I grin at her, turning that pink into crimson as she catches the implication.

And so does Mevana.

My new intimate partner flinches when my gaze falls on her. Realising quite late that she’s still in the middle of holding my replica in her mouth, she yanks it out and flushes damn hard. A tiny giggle tickles my ear, coming from the obvious person. Being the perfect wife that she is, my smart Dwarf second half slips away so I can easily extend a hand to her bulkier compatriot.

In Mev’s case, I have to crawl forward and press my chest into hers instead as she doesn’t get the memo right away and lets out a surprised eep as I bring the good morning kiss to her too. But, she soon rectifies her uncertainty and her powerful arms envelop my torso as she melts in my embrace, enjoying her share of affection very much. It’s no surprise after living alone for so long.

She’s so reluctant to let me go that I have to keep kissing her and grazing her back for a minute longer than anticipated, snuggling with the chubby girl and testing the timing by drawing my lips away a tiny bit. When she doesn’t chase me anymore, I look at her completely red face that bears no mark of regrets, only pure satisfaction and definitely the need for more.

“Good morning to you too, Mev. You know there will be plenty of me to go around, right?” I wink at the starved lady, evoking an even stronger reddening.

“G’mornin’...” she whispers embarrassingly, ducking down and hiding herself in the crook of my neck.

Sirgia scoots up to us and places a palm on her wide back. “Let her enjoy this new feeling, Master. It can act as a great drive. I’m speaking from experience. You aren’t aware you need someone to show you love and affection to fully thrive in life until it happens. Besides, we’ll have to return one day, and while the gate here might be already in place by that point, it can still take a while before we get one close to us so you could visit when Mevana gets lonely.”

“Speaking of which, there’s something I should tell you.” I meet her eyes and they fill with eager anticipation.

“Yes?” She blinks at me adorably.

Taking a peek at the bodily girl in my arms, I consider briefly what to say exactly. Mevana is in on a lot of things, but there are still aspects she isn’t aware of. I guess I’ll ease her into those gradually since it would only trouble her pretty mind when it should be focusing on her workshop and her future. Saying I’m meeting the Goddess on demand might be too much.

“Thanks to everyone, I seem to have advanced again. My special power grew too and I can kind of bypass the internal cooldown of my abilities,” I explain vaguely. “That means I can use Heart Swap and other stuff freely now.”

My lover’s eyes turn into saucers while my new companion frowns after moving off my shoulder.

“That is… excellent news, Master.” Sirgia beams at me a moment later, then her brows furrow too. “Though, for it to work effectively, you would need at least two people in one location to cycle between. I guess we would need to find someone else here. Unfortunately, I have no sister and I don’t think that has changed since my—”

“Sirgia!” I gape at her incredulously.

She jumps a little and her attention snaps out of her deep thinking back to me, blinking confusedly.

“Really? You would throw your sister to the wolves just like that?” I ask.

Her cheeks colour again and her gaze drops to her thighs, where she bumps her pointer fingers together innocently.

“Well… If you had siblings, you would want the best for them, no? And, obviously, the best lover is… Master?” She peeks up at me carefully and questioningly.

I throw my head back and sigh heavily. “Wish I could argue with you, but I know how pointless that would be. Would that even fly in your society?”

“Wealthy individuals sometimes take multiple spouses from one household,” Mevana chimes in with a bit of her own input. “It’s not unheard of, and to some, a symbol of status, since you would need to gift the brides’ family multiple times instead of just once for their hands.”

“And someone you know you can possibly trust is a better option than a random person,” Sirgia adds. “Perhaps I could find a nice cousin? Maybe one with a similar frame but a decent chest?”

I snort while shaking my head and pull her into a hug, turning it into a group embrace, making sure my hand rests on her petite breast.

“I don’t care how big one’s boobs are. It’s the size of those sexy brains you two have that do it for me.” I give them both a lustful glance until they both smile involuntarily.

Sirgia nods in understanding… then her gaze grows distant, calculating.

Ah, shit.

That was supposed to deter her from the idea, not drive her into figuring out the best candidate out of her lineage.

Might have just fucked myself over.

And sealed someone’s fate to get fucked over multiple anvils in the future.

“Alright. Enough cuddling and theorising, as much as I love getting all snuggly with gorgeous women.” I give them both a light smack on the butt, more of a pat, but it still works splendidly, bringing forth more appreciative blushes. “Promise me not to train too hard, Mev, and we can move on to the more pressing matters.”

The Dwarf in question tilts her head at me briefly before going full nuclear with crimson, head dropping in both acknowledgement and embarrassment. Offering her a tiny kiss from below, I extract myself from her strong arms.

As I jump off the bed, the girls follow, and we stroll into the baths to take a quick dip and refresh ourselves. In a flash, we are ready to tackle the next day. There’s so much stuff to cover it’s not even funny. Mevana’s workshop takes priority as we can’t really reopen with no functioning backbone of the shop and zero products. While Sirgia would be more than happy to supply the nonexistent stock, we both know Mev would feel much better doing that herself, making the toys with her own two hands.

Hopefully, they will stay on those shafts most of the time and not somewhere much lower now that she’s awakened a taste for even more pleasure of the phallic sort.

Then, we gotta cover all the formal and legal aspects so as not to give our opponents any ammunition in that regard. When we inevitably start crushing them on the market, that’s going to make them rather displeased and straight-up angry. And we all know how big companies like to play when they are feeling endangered. Sending out thugs is the least troublesome option.

Finally, there’s also Sirgia’s family. We need to pay them a visit before they learn about her return on their own and come in guns blazing to inquire why she hasn’t reported back to let her parents and clan know. Winning their support is another step, which I hope won’t give us too many issues. It would be nice if they all got mesmerised by her inventions instead of all defensive and questioning.

But, if worse comes to worst, we have those documents from the mountain passage with us. If they are worth anything to the current ruler, we might be able to gain a favour and use it to pressure Sirgia’s family into compliance, letting them see her in a new light. But, that could bring the attention of the main branch onto us and we would like to avoid such a thing for now. Before we deal with those assholes, the local community needs some fixing.

Getting out of the suitcase, which still makes Mev stare at it with disbelief, we take a glance at the current state of the shop.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to cook for you, Master?” Sirgia asks, peering at me from my side.

I plop a hand on her hair. “Nah, thank you. I can try the restaurant on the other side while you get something in the city too. I love anything you make for me, but we can use the time you spend on it elsewhere while also sampling the local cuisine.”

“I’ll show you some of my favourite places,” Mevana promises to my slim lover. “Okay, then. We’ll leave to take care of the formalities and push for the floor above. The contractors are coming in an hour or two so would you mind staying to watch over them, Master?”

I intentionally do not comment on her way of addressing me and nod. “Anything you need me to do, just let me know. Even when I’m not there. We can now speak telepathically.”

~Like this.~ Sirgia proves in our minds.

“That’s so useful for shopping.” Mevana’s eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Perfect. If they act out, contact us. I don’t think the Stockhawkers have picked up on our arrival yet but better safe than sorry.”

“On that note, is it safe for Mevana to walk the streets?” My wife ponders out loud.

“The bounty is almost completely dead so it should be fine. She’ll have you by her side too. But, even alone wouldn’t be as dangerous as before since she has my stats now. Plus, I can give her one of your skills while you arm her up with amazing artefacts if necessary,” I answer.

Summoning my menus, I take a look at my new Partner’s status, confirming that she has received the boost. The relationship part shows her at the third level out of the usual five. I have no doubt it will grow extremely quickly with how lovable Mev is, still currently holding herself back so as not to scare me away most likely. Boyfriends are a new thing to her and her need to prove herself is strong, hinted at by the morning’s exercise.

Mevana checks herself out and her legs almost give out from the sheer numbers. And she isn’t even at fifty percent yet. Looks like they will have a lot to talk about during their business trip.

I escort the ladies outside with Diana already waiting for us out there, lounging next to the wagon, watching over it. We ruffle her fur in greeting and she takes a spot between the beams, getting the cart attached. When everything is ready, I wave the girls away until they disappear behind the closest turn.

For a moment, I wonder if I can leave the shop unsupervised like this and go for breakfast, but I catch one of the flower arrangements moving a little, and I’m completely sure it’s not a trick of my mind. The Lilies must have done more than just decorate the front. I better not find a bunch of Dwarves tied to the woven windows by overeager vines.

Locating the establishment I’ve taken note of before, I enter the diner at rush hour, so it seems. There are a lot of Dwarves taking their morning meals but I spot a free table further in. It takes more than five minutes for the server to come for my order, but that might also be because of my race. I’m a new face here, even if Humans do appear here and there. To these locals, I’m an unknown.

I go for the suggested deal and get it delivered without any issues. Paying up, I fill my belly with the tasty and very spiced meat that must have come from a stag or something similar. The citrus beer they offer with the combo is fairly good and refreshing too. A good way to start a day.

Not wanting to provoke fate, I make an exit as soon as I’m done. Thank Lumina, no random crook crosses my path, trying to find fault with my person. I know that’s kinda cliche, but so is my entire life at this point, and even if that particular theme has already been explored in the past, nothing says it can’t repeat infinitely.

Just as I slip into the safety of our new temporary home, I hear a commotion outside, rolling my eyes. The chances that it’s something silly are fairly high. But, as I peer through the gaps in the crisscrossed vines making up our windows, I witness a number of wagons and carts stop on our side of the street.

The contractors have insane timing.

Their leader is at the door before everyone even parks and I walk back to open it, standing face to face with a round guy whose blond hair is trimmed short and his beard extends in four spikes going south at various angles. He wears a getup one would describe as the fantasy version of a handyman, complete with some tools attached to his belt like wrenches or screwdrivers. The others mirror that attire, save for an armband which must signify his superiority.

He doesn’t hide his shock at seeing me at the doorstep, having expected someone more his size to show up, not necessarily needing to lift his chin so high to meet my eyes. Leaning back, he takes one more look at the front and the nearby buildings, wondering if he walked up to the wrong one.

“This is the Pleasure Queen’s workshop, how may I help you?” I ask with a polite tone.

Returning his attention to me, he raises one singular brow. “Miss… Mevana’s?”

“Yes, she is the owner. You are here for the working area, I take it?” I respond with the same. “She’s currently out in the city. Will that be a problem for you?”

He grunts and shakes his head. “No. We’ve received our instructions. Our policies demand that someone oversees our work, but if you are authorised to do that, it would be enough.”

“Then that’s fine. I was tasked with bringing you in and overseeing the process.” I nod. “Please, come in. Do you need a hand with anything?”

“Most of our stuff is heavy. A lot of furnace and other parts.” He eyes me up and down.

“I’m stronger than I look.” I give him a nice smile. “Whenever I’m not busy, I tend to spend most of my time working out.”

With another noncommittal grunt, he moves away and I go with him. His colleagues give me uncertain looks, but as I casually lift the same weight as their chubby but still powerful builds, they exchange surprised and approving glances. We unpack their gear and new workshop parts into the lobby, filling it up to the ceiling. Nothing is displayed on the shelves and over other places so it’s not an issue.

I show the workers into the backrooms and the chief analyses the situation. He brings out some schematics prepared ahead of time that almost match the free space. Those must have been designed according to Mev’s descriptions. The actual version won’t differ that much from the original.

Then, they get to work.

Watching the Dwarves move systematically according to their assigned roles, I keep myself on the sidelines. It’s better not to intrude on their craft. Sure, I could offer more help, but that could be taken as a hit to their pride. If any of them feel like true craftsmen, they could get offended by some bystander trying to butt in.

They certainly aren’t new at this as the construction continues at an astonishing pace. The parts and segments are more modular than I expected, and as they play connect the pieces, everything comes into existence, ranging from cabinets and other furniture, through worktables and workstations, to entire furnaces and specialised equipment.

How nothing of that has issues with proper functioning after being pretty much glued together, I have no idea. But, they know what they are doing, that’s for sure. Might be some magical engineering bullshit since they do seem to be using some weird tools adorned with crystals and gems that emanate an aura of condensed mana. The adhesives must be fantastic too.

But, it’s still kind of boring just keeping an eye on them so I decide to be a little more kind and throughout the day to leave a good impression on the workers. Everyone knows people like to gossip about their clients’ places even if it’s usually prohibited. Might not be in this world. In any way, when there’s something to carry in or out, I give them a hand. Same with cleaning up any trash or byproducts of their craft. No need to leave it all for after, letting the stuff pile up and obstruct the path.

As fast as they are, some things require a lot of precision and hours still fly by. It feels like just a moment when the door into the store opens and the ladies peek inside, stopping at the entrance.

“Master? What are you doing?” Mevana asks with her hands holding onto a briefcase.

Everyone present in the lobby freezes at that, their eyes jumping all to me.

As for what I’m doing, well, I’ve been in the middle of passing the guys water, a wooden case of glass bottles under my armpit as I’m handing another dude his allotment.

“Handing out water. What else does it look like?” I answer with a chuckle.

The room remains completely silent.

“I see.” Mev drawls out while roaming her gaze over the men. 

“We are back now so I can take over if you would like to focus on any more important matters, Master.” Sirgia steps out from behind her. 

“Let’s see what you managed to achieve first,” I reply and cast a glance at the team behind me. “Gotta run now, boys. Have fun with the rest of your work. I’m leaving the water by the main counter.”

I do as I said and they just keep staring dumbfounded, including the leader. Shrugging, I turn to the women and follow them outside.

Not my fault they incorrectly assumed I was some kind of a clerk or servant, right?

“Good news or bad news?” I put my hands on my hips while we gather next to Diana, who is unintentionally scaring the two men taking guard by the convoy.

That takes them out of the earshot as they hide at its end so that’s nice.

“Good news.” Mevana smiles charmingly. “The name change and reregistration are a success. Sirgia is the new owner of the Pleasure Queen while I’m the representative in case of her absence and the main artisan. We put you as the sponsor, so like a founder of the entire thing. You can but don’t have to involve yourself in the business but it allows us to point to you as the highest decision maker if necessary.”

“And we got the rights to the second floor,” Sirgia adds proudly. “That required a bit more funds than we initially predicted, but thanks to the position we introduced you in, we were able to throw bigger amounts of money around without it seeming suspicious. Even if anyone becomes curious, it will take weeks to investigate you back in Human lands. And that will obviously turn out clean as you are well-known in the capital.”

“I expected nothing less from my brilliant ladies.” I smirk at them and they grace me with a bit of a blush. “The construction team is doing well from what I’ve seen. But, we should address one small issue that came up just recently.”

“Which is?” My mate searches my face curiously.

“Your way of addressing me in public,” I state.

They exchange glances before looking back at me.

“But, it’s not exactly unfit, is it? We could even say it fits the theme. As the person behind the shop, you are its master,” she presents her position.

“That’s true, but the problem lies in these.” I step closer and sneak a finger under the black band of Mevana’s collar, making the heart-shaped pendant dangle a little.

She flushes a tad with our faces so close, so I give her a small kiss, relishing in her delighted sigh.

“I could have you take them down for the meantime, but I agree with Sirgia’s earlier observation that they go well with the brand, matching the logo on the products and the front,” I continue while stepping away. “And I bet you don’t want to part with it as soon as you’ve got yours so we need to find another solution. Just refer to me as Boss or something.”

Mev strokes the gem affectionately and nods. “Okay.”

“And that just brought another thought into my head.” I rub my chin ponderingly. “What do you say about brand uniforms?”

Sirgia’s eyes widen a little as she gets me right away. “Great idea, Master! I’m sure Mari would love to design them! She always wished she could have joined us before we assimilated the initial maid uniforms!”

I snicker quietly. “Yeah, thought so with how often she came to me to suggest tiny improvements to them so hesitantly. But, maids again, is that really what you would want?”

Saying that, I focus on Mevana, who isn’t following everything, but that part she can understand.

“They would be suitable, I think? I don’t know if I’ll look good in a maid uniform with my wide frame and bulky limbs, but if it’s something you use at your main establishment, it’s only natural to make the connection, no?” she responds with a note of doubt in her tone.

I place my hands on her flared hips and pull her closer. “I assure you, you would look stunning. Too stunning, maybe. I don’t know if the customers would be able to think straight if we fail to pick the right length of the skirt, displaying even a shadow of your marvellous ass.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip while Sirgia grins from the side. My beloved slides a palm over her delicious rump and gives it a bold squeeze as they both look at me in a certain way. I’m afraid I have just put the image of her showing me her goods with no panties in their heads and it’s not leaving anytime soon.

I better make Mari swear she isn’t going to get swayed by either of the two when it comes down to certain segments of the new uniforms.

“In any way, I’ll go and take care of that if you are done,” I say, bringing them back to reality.

“We are. Say hello to the others from me, Master.” Sirgia giggles cutely, then stops, and suddenly looks like she is very worried about something. “Uhhh… I think I need to run… for the toilet… Sorry, Master. Don’t wait for me.”

And just like that, she dashes inside, leaving even her companion confused. I would have thought such an admission would bring quite the flush onto her timid face, but she didn’t look the slightest shy right now.

Maybe she ate something bad during their outing and it just hit.

Shit can get tricky real fast.

My new business and life partner parts with me too and I focus on my bonds to locate someone who wouldn’t mind a little trip abroad for a moment or two. Surprisingly, Astrea practically reaches out to me before I go through more than three girls in my mind.

~Alpha.~ She purrs through our connection.

~Hey. Love to hear from you, Astrea. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. There’s a favour I need to ask for. Do you know anyone who would be willing to swap places with me briefly? Need to talk with Mari,~ I explain simply.

~No problem. Send me. Just wait. I’ll go visit her so you don’t need to walk around.~ My feline lover doesn’t wait for a response, disconnecting in a flash.

I blink owlishly at the interaction, though I guess it isn’t that weird considering her tricky nature. She’s such a cat, doing anything she wants.

As soon as I receive her permission to go on, I invoke the ability and experience the transfer in a blink. Hoping that she can find a common tongue with our quite sizable doggo, I appear in front of the talented seamstress, who greets me with her iconic sunny grin.

“Alastair! Welcome back! I heard you wanted something from me?” She throws away all her current projects, which land on the floor beside her work table.

Chuckling, I move closer to offer the bubbly girl a gentle kiss, which she welcomes with a massive smile. “Yes, I want your unparalleled skills. I bring you the horrible assignment of having to design and produce new maid uniforms for our upcoming sex shop.”

“Sex shop?” The brunette scrunches her lips cutely in thought.

“Store with adult toys,” I clarify. “We need something for the clerk, and something else for an artisan. I got a small upgrade so I can send your models here without any downtime. What do you say?”

Needless to say, she practically explodes in my arms, hopping out of them and starting to spin around her project chamber. After letting out all the joy she needed, the charming tailor presses herself into me with a loving hug again.

“Yes! A thousand times yes! Do you need it quickly? Of course, you need it quickly! I’ll do it quickly, in a flash! I already have multiple sketches!” Mari talks so fast the words barely convey the proper meaning, merging into one long abomination. “Oh, I’m getting so excited! Oh… I’m getting so excited… Ummm… How busy are you right now?”

Yet, she switches her demeanour almost instantly, turning all bashful and fidgety, swaying her hips nervously while holding her hands behind her back.

Recognizing the look in her eyes, and recognizing the fact that I’m to blame for it, I snicker warmly. “We are fairly busy, but… I think I can manage a short break.”

“A quickie is fine!” Marianna yells out, catching herself afterwards and lowering her voice to a whisper. “A quickie is fine…”

Well, I can’t really ignore her now, can I?

“I can even start working while you…” she adds hastily, peering into my eyes expectantly.

Yeah, no chance I’m getting out of this room without plugging a quick hole or two, lest all the creative juices leak out of them when left unattended.