"C'mon, Master… you can tell me. I will find out once we get home anyway," Sherry whispered, clinging tightly to my body as she tiptoed up, her breath thick with alcohol.
"Just tell me—how many big-boobed bitc—sorry, girls—did you bring back?" she asked, pressing herself against me.
"Looks like someone's attitude," I muttered, grabbing her arm firmly, "needs a little correction."
Without another word, I pulled her with me, away from the crowd and deeper into the forest.
"M-Master?" Sherry asked hesitantly, her voice losing a bit of its earlier boldness.
But I didn't answer. My eyes scanned the area until I found a thick tree trunk surrounded by dense vegetation. Perfect.
I brought her over, slid off the small backpack hanging from her shoulder, and pressed her back against the tree. She looked up at me, wide-eyed and confused. But before she could say a word, I leaned in and kissed her—hard.
Her lips tasted of strong liquor, but that didn't stop me. The kiss deepened quickly, turning rough and passionate. Sherry's body, already clinging to mine earlier, molded even tighter against me. Her drunken teasing, her breath, her taunting questions—all of it had stoked the fire inside me.
I knew why she acted like this. That inferiority complex she had about her body—it wasn't hard to see. But I wasn't about to let her keep thinking that way. I would show her otherwise—with action, not words.
My hands moved fast. Her one-piece outfit made direct access tricky, but it didn't matter. I grabbed and kneaded her breasts through the fabric, fingers pinching and rolling over her stiffening nipples. My other hand slid down to her firm, petite ass and squeezed it hard.
All the while, our tongues danced wildly, neither of us holding back.
Soon, even her hands weren't idle—right one slipped under my shirt, fingertips exploring my abs, while the other left one slid straight into my pants, her cold fingers wrapping around my raging, rock-hard dick.
"Haa… haa… Master's so hard for me!" she moaned with a flushed face, eyes glazed with lust and alcohol, staring up at me like I was the only thing she wanted in the world.
"Sherry… you look so damn beautiful," I murmured huskily, her hand slowly stroking me with clumsy but eager movements.
"I love you, Master," she whispered, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled me into another kiss, hooking her arm around my neck and tiptoeing up for a deep, needy makeout.
I loosened my pants, letting them fall to give her easier access, while my own hands roamed over every inch of her slender body through her clothes—cupping, groping, grabbing whatever I could hold. Her tits, her ass, her waist—I touched it all while we kissed passionately.
We pulled apart, gasping for breath, and I ran my thumb along her flushed cheek, her lips wet from the kiss.
"I love you too, my lovely Sherry," I said with a grin.
She smiled back, drunk and happy, face glowing red—but damn, she looked adorable.
Even though we were in a hidden spot in the jungle, we were still technically outdoors. And there was no way her hands alone would get me to cum like this. But seeing her like that… it sparked a perverted idea in my head.
"But I know," I whispered, letting my hands trail down her sides, "you asked Anastasia to stop me from buying big-breasted girls."
I pinched both her nipples through her shirt, hard.
"AH!" she moaned out loud, her body jolting as she panted.
"And for that," I said, pushing gently on her shoulders, "you need to be punished."
Her eyes widened slightly before understanding dawned. She bit her lip and obediently squatted down, using the tree trunk behind her for support. My cock was right at her lips. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and gave it a slow, wet lick with that cute tongue of hers.
"Yeah… that's it. You're such a good girl, Sherry," I growled, grabbing a handful of her thick, dark purple hair.
"Thank you… M-Masterrr…" she mumbled, her speech slurring slightly, eyes closed as she lovingly licked every inch of my dick, coating it with her warm, wet tongue.
Her wet tongue on my dick felt incredible, but I knew Miria might be waiting for us—so to hurry things along, I pushed the back of her head.
"Take it in, Sherry," I said, looking down at her.
Her red, blurry eyes looked up at me as she slowly opened her mouth and started to take my dick in. It was surreal—seeing my big cock getting swallowed by such a small mouth.
The inside of her mouth was so hot, and she wasn't just sucking—she was licking too. I watched her close her eyes and start bobbing her head with focus and rhythm.
"You're… so damn good," I muttered, closing my eyes and savoring the sensation.
The cool breeze brushing against my thighs reminded me once again—we were out in the open.
Getting a blowjob in the middle of the jungle… it felt like a fucking dream. And getting it from the always-serious Sherry? I couldn't have imagined this even in my wildest fantasies.
If someone were to look at us from behind, they might just assume I was taking a piss—Sherry's small body was completely covered by mine after all. But that risk, the possibility of getting caught… it just made the whole thing even more thrilling.
"Sherry… I'm gonna speed up," I said, grabbing her thick twin tails and pulling my hips back—then slamming forward.
GLOP SLOP SLOP
I started using her mouth like a pussy, watching as her face flushed deep red. I still kept my pace gentle and didn't go all the way in—I didn't want to hurt her jaw.
There she was, squatting in front of me, using a tree trunk for support, taking my dick in and out of her sweet little mouth. Her hair bounced with each motion, and she kept bobbing with absolute devotion. The scene looked like something straight out of a porn video—but it was real, and it was happening to me.
Everything felt so hot, so fucking amazing—I couldn't hold back any longer.
My spine tightened, my toes curled, and I felt the rush hit me.
"Drink it all, Sherry!!" I growled, thrusting forward as I erupted into her mouth.
GULP GULP
Looking down, I saw her doing her best—her cheeks puffed out, cum leaking from the sides of her mouth and even dripping from her nose.
She looked a little ridiculous… but damn, I felt so fucking satisfied.
Not wanting her to suffer any longer, I quickly pulled my cock out, still rock hard. Guess it had been teased all day long after being surrounded by so many gorgeous girls—it was definitely not done yet.
"You can spit it out," I said with a wry smile, watching her struggle to keep it all in.
But instead of doing that, she leaned forward, braced herself against my legs, and swallowed every last drop.
"You're such a good girl, Sherry," I muttered, patting her head, genuinely touched and impressed by her dedication.
She coughed a little and nodded without meeting my eyes.
"Here, let's clean up," I said, casting the Water Wall spell behind me.
A clear sheet of water shimmered into existence. I quickly washed my dick off while Sherry splashed her face clean. Since the spell only lasted about ten seconds, I casted it twice more to make sure we were fully cleaned up.
"You did great," I said softly, adjusting her messy hair back into place.
"Hmph." She just pouted, turning her head away.
Was she upset that I went a little too rough at the end? I could only smile awkwardly and leaned in to kiss her forehead before offering her my hand.
Even with her little sulk, she took it without hesitation. That made me smile wider. We both quickly walked away from the scene of our little crime.
I still couldn't believe we actually did that. In the open. Out in the jungle. My heart was still pounding and my cock was still hard.
Was I developing some kind of exhibitionist kink?
"I enjoyed it too… Master," Sherry muttered from behind me, voice quiet.
I glanced back at her, surprised.
"But… next time, let's not do it in such an unfamiliar place," she added, her face beet red as she looked down.
"Sure. We have got plenty of open space around the house," I said with a chuckle.
"I knew that's why you bought a house with such a huge space!" Sherry muttered with a pout. "So don't you think it's time you tell me the number now, Master?" she asked again, stubbornly clinging to it.
"…Thirteen," I said quietly, eyes fixed straight ahead.
"WHAT?!" she shouted, coming to a sudden stop. "You're joking, right?" she asked, looking at me in disbelief.
Sigh… This was exactly why I had decided to inform Roxanne in advance through the party link. Right now telling Sherry face-to-face felt like getting caught cheating—like I had made a massive blunder.
"Thirteen… isn't that many…" I mumbled, but even I didn't believe myself.
"Did you really bring thirteen girls home?" she asked, her eyes going wide. "Where are we even going to put them all? It will take hours just to cook for everyone! And what if one of them turns out to be trouble?" She started rambling to herself, pressing her hand to her forehead.
I felt genuinely bad. She looked clearly in distress.
"Take a deep breath, Sherry. Relax," I said gently. "It's still manageable. The mansion is very big." I said, trying to justify it.
"But why did you even need to buy so many, Master?" she asked, her eyes silently pleading—Weren't we enough?
How was I supposed to tell her that I hadn't meant to buy so many… but once you start collecting waifus, it's impossible to stop until you have got all of them!
"Sherry, it's already done," I said calmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They are part of our family now. We will all live together, figure it out together. Everything you are worried about—we will tackle it side by side. And don't forget, your Master is a pretty capable guy." I gave her a confident smile. Even with all these cheats, if I can't manage a harem, what the hell are they even for?
"…Sigh. Alright, Master," she said with a drained look. "I will talk to Roxanne-san and try to figure things out."
"That's my smart Sherry I know and love," I said, ruffling her bouncing purple hair with a warm smile.
She gave me a tired smile in return, and we started walking out of the jungle again, side by side.
The crowd had thinned considerably by the time we returned, and I spotted Miria packing up her things.
"I hope no one heard anything…" Sherry muttered, her face flushed red.
"That's why I plugged your mouth from the start," I said with a chuckle. That had also been the main reason I hadn't considered full-on sex—Sherry's moans could be very loud.
I felt a pinch at my side and glanced back to see Sherry looking away with a pout.
She looked way too adorable when she was angry.
"Miria!" I called out as we approached her.
"Master!" she said, hopping in place. "Look! Lots of fish-desu!" She pointed excitedly at the wooden basket beside her, brimming with fresh catch.
"Awesome job, Miria. I'm proud of you," I said, stepping forward and patting her head and fluffy cat ears.
"I did great-desu," she giggled, tail flicking in satisfaction.
Honestly, I was relieved too. I had been a bit worried about her. Knowing her love for the fish, she could have easily wandered off or even jumped into the water to catch fish by hand—but it looked like she had followed our instructions carefully.
Sherry and I began helping her pack up the fishing gear. Sherry, despite herself, looked genuinely intrigued by the intricate rod and tackle setup.
"I can get one for you too, if you want," I offered with a smile. "It won't even come out of your allowance—I gave the same offer to the other girls at the shop."
"No need, Master. I will be spending all my off days at the Library," Sherry replied firmly. "And we need to be careful with our money now... too many mouths to feed," she muttered under her breath, her brow furrowing.
All I could do was smile wryly.
As we finished packing, I watched Miria pull a fish from the basket and walk over to an elderly catkin woman nearby. They spoke briefly in Burner tongue, and then she handed the fish over with a bright smile.
"She helped-desu!" Miria chirped proudly as she returned, with the basket in hand.
"Miria's such a good girl," I said, ruffling her hair again.
After that, we moved to a tree with a thick trunk, and I cast Warp to take us home.
"Welcome home, Master!!"
The moment we arrived, I was greeted by a chorus of voices. A whole throng of girls stood lined up and bowed deeply, with Roxanne standing proudly in front, leading them.
I blinked, caught off guard by the sight.
So this... this is what it feels like for a King to return home to his Harem.
This feeling… it was fucking Amazing!
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