Chapter 386 – A Promise for Next Time
Even with so many eyes on them, Alex and Vira remained wrapped in each other's arms.
The tension in the room was gone. The leash lay forgotten on the sofa, the collar set aside. Her arms were around his neck, his hand resting lightly on the back of her head. For that moment, they moved as if no one else existed.
Vira tilted her head up, her golden eyes still softened from everything that had passed between them.
"Alex," she said quietly, so that only he could hear. "Next time… can we do it again? All of it. The things I told you to do, the way I ordered you… everything."
He met her gaze, calm and unwavering.
"If it makes you happy," he said simply, "then yes. As many times as you want."
For a second she just stared at him, and then a smile bloomed across her face — soft at first, then growing wider, bright with genuine joy.
Her arms tightened around him again, holding him close as she whispered against his ear, "Then I'll be looking forward to it."
The room, which had been completely silent during Vira's soft request, slowly began to stir again as the other women exchanged glances.
Hanabi, still lying on the floor and trying to regain her breath from earlier, was the first to speak, her tails twitching.
"…You know," she said with a little pout, "the way you two talk like no one else is here is really not fair."
Morgan raised an eyebrow, her usual cool voice cutting in smoothly.
"At least she asked permission this time. Normally she just drags him off."
"That's because she's bold," Reyne said with a grin, lounging back with her arms behind her head. "Honestly? Watching all that makes me want to challenge her one day."
"You?" Hanabi said, sitting up slightly. "You'd lose in the first hour."
"Better than pouting," Reyne shot back.
Airi sighed, shaking her head, though her lips twitched in a small smile.
"I swear… this house is never quiet for long."
From the edge of the room, Nefertiti crossed her arms, her golden eyes narrowing. "Vira… even I must admit, you have a way of making the rest of us feel like we've been completely left behind."
Vira glanced over at her, still seated on Alex's lap, her expression serene. "Because I know what I want, and I take it. If you wish to compete, you're welcome to try next time."
Nefertiti gave a soft snort, but there was no anger in it.
Mary, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke in her soft voice. "It was a little embarrassing to watch, but… also kind of sweet at the end."
Mira's teasing voice echoed in Mary's head: Sweet? It was the best show I've seen in ages! I should take notes!
Mary's cheeks turned slightly red. "…Please don't," she whispered back to herself.
Ciel watched them all with a calm smile, not speaking. Instead, she just looked at Vira, her eyes filled with quiet approval.
And Vira, noticing it, gave the smallest nod of acknowledgment back — a silent conversation that only the two of them understood.
Through it all, Alex stayed seated, Vira still in his arms, holding her as the others slowly went back to their seats and their own quiet talks, the tension in the room replaced by a strange warmth that made the house feel alive again.
The room slowly settled, the voices of the women fading into a gentler rhythm. The teasing remarks gave way to quiet conversation, a soft current of words that carried no tension. It was as if the storm of pride and passion that had swept through the house had finally passed, leaving calm in its wake.
Vira was still in Alex's lap, her arms looped lightly around his shoulders. After a long while, she exhaled softly and, with unhurried grace, loosened her hold on him.
Her emerald-gold eyes lifted to meet his black ones. For a moment, the noise around them disappeared again, leaving just the two of them in that quiet, still center.
There was no leash between them now. No collar, no command.
Only Vira and Alex.
Her gaze softened, all traces of the earlier heat replaced by a depth that was calm and unguarded.
And he looked back at her the same way — steady, unwavering, as if this entire house, this moment, belonged only to them.
Slowly, Vira leaned forward, her forehead resting against his.
Her lips parted, and in a voice no one else could hear, she whispered, "Alex…"
He answered with nothing but a small nod, his hand resting on her back.
Then, wordlessly, their lips met.
It was not fierce or hurried. It was a gentle kiss, one that lingered, unbroken and unashamed, full of a tenderness that neither of them tried to hide.
The room around them went silent again. No one interrupted.
When at last she pulled back, her eyes shone, her breathing light, and a faint, contented smile curved her lips.
"Thank you," she murmured, brushing her hand once against his cheek before she finally, reluctantly, slid from his lap and stood.
Her posture regained some of its royal elegance, but the softness in her eyes remained.
The rest of the women relaxed as well, conversations starting up again, lighter this time. The heavy tension that had filled the air earlier was gone, replaced by something quieter — a fragile but undeniable sense of harmony, at least for tonight.
Alex stayed seated for a few moments longer, watching Vira as she stood beside the sofa, her emerald hair catching the last of the light in the room.
The room no longer felt like the same place it had been only hours ago.
Where there had been tension, rivalry, and the sharp edge of pride, now there was only a gentle quiet.
Alex sat back on the sofa, his breathing even, his dark eyes following Vira as she stood beside him. Her long emerald hair spilled over her shoulders, and though her posture was straight and queenly again, the softness in her gaze remained — a softness that none of them had ever seen from her before today.
Ciel, Morgan, Hanabi, Airi, Reyne, Nefertiti, Mary, Iris… all of them had fallen silent, each watching in their own way as the day slowly came to a close.
No more words were needed.
This, for tonight, was enough.
Chapter 387 – Mira's Bottles (18+)
The next day, the house was quiet, wrapped in a gentle stillness after everything that had happened. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft lines across the wooden floor.
That calm was interrupted by the sound of footsteps — light, but confident.
Mary walked into the living room, but from the moment she appeared, everyone immediately noticed the difference.
Her posture was more relaxed, her steps more playful, and her pale blue eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint that wasn't Mary at all.
"Mira," Alex said at once.
She smiled brightly. "That's right! Mary's resting for now — it's my turn."
The changes were subtle but unmistakable: her usually modest nun's clothes loosened at the collar, her smile wide and bold where Mary's was shy. Even her movements carried a kind of teasing energy as she approached, carrying a large, cloth-covered basket.
When she reached the low table, she set it down with a soft clink of glass.
"What's all that?" Reyne asked, tilting her head.
"Bottles," Mira said proudly, pulling away the cloth. Inside were dozens of glass bottles, neatly sealed.
She looked at Alex with a wicked grin. "These were all full before… but now they're empty."
Her words made every woman in the room turn to look. Mira giggled and tapped one of the bottles with her finger.
"All your semen, Alex. Gone. We saved them carefully — but someone kept drinking them."
The tips of Mary's ears, faintly visible behind Mira's control, flushed scarlet. Mira leaned closer to whisper, loud enough for all to hear:
"And do you know who drank the most?"
She tapped herself on the cheek. "Mary. Not me."
Mary's muffled voice echoed faintly from deep inside: Mira! Don't say that!
Mira laughed out loud. "But it's true! She couldn't stop. You have no idea how embarrassed she was, drinking bottle after bottle. Like a secret addiction."
Alex sighed softly. "…Mira."
"What?!" Mira said with mock innocence. "It's healthy! It's full of nutrients. Same with your pee. We figured that out months ago."
At that, Vira, who had been seated elegantly nearby, raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful.
"Nutrients, hm?" she said, eyes narrowing slightly. "Then I want a bottle as well."
She stood gracefully and walked over, her emerald gaze locking on Alex with calm authority.
"Alex. Stand up."
He stood without hesitation.
"Take out one of those bottles," she ordered, holding out her hand. "And pee into it. Now."
The entire room fell silent, all eyes shifting to Alex as Vira, cool and unflinching, extended her hand for the empty glass.
Vira's emerald eyes did not waver.
"Go on," she said softly, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Alex took the empty glass bottle that Mira had placed on the table. Without a word, he uncorked it, held it steady, and, just as Vira had ordered, released.
The soft sound of liquid filling glass echoed through the silent living room.
What came out was not the dull, cloudy fluid of mortals, but a clear golden stream, warm and bright as sunlight, flowing smoothly into the bottle. It carried a faintly sweet scent, subtle but noticeable, a fragrance like nectar.
The other women could only stare as the bottle filled, the liquid shimmering like melted gold in the light.
"Beautiful," Vira said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes never left the bottle as it reached the halfway point, then three-quarters, then full. She held it with one hand, steady and calm, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the room.
When the last drop fell, she pulled the bottle close and stoppered it herself, her fingers careful as she sealed it.
She examined it closely, turning it slightly so that the golden liquid inside caught the light.
Behind her, Mira grinned.
"See?" she said cheerfully to the others. "Told you. It's not just good — it's perfect. And Mary loves it even more than me!"
Mary's muffled voice echoed in embarrassment: Mira, please stop!
Vira ignored the chatter, holding the bottle against her chest for a moment. Then she glanced at Alex, a faint smile curving her lips.
"This," she said, "is mine. And next time… I'll have you do it again, only for me."
Vira held the freshly filled bottle of golden liquid close for a moment longer, studying the light that shimmered inside. Then, without turning, she spoke with that same calm tone:
"Next," she said, "is your semen."
The room went completely still.
Vira set the golden bottle carefully aside, picked up an empty one from Mira's basket, and held it in one hand.
"It needs to be drawn out," she said matter-of-factly, "so we'll stimulate it a little."
She stepped closer to Alex, standing right before him. Her other hand reached out, and without embarrassment, she wrapped her fingers firmly around him.
Her grip was steady, her movements slow but deliberate. The faint, wet sound of her hand moving filled the silence of the living room.
Alex's breath deepened. Every stroke, every slight twist of her wrist built up the tension until she felt his muscles grow tight under her touch.
When she sensed he was on the edge, she gave the order, her voice as firm and calm as ever:
"Let it out."
He obeyed.
At the same moment, Vira uncorked the empty bottle and held it perfectly in place.
The first surge hit the glass with surprising force, a stream of pure white liquid that contrasted sharply with the golden urine from before. It was thick and luminous, like molten platinum.
Even compared to the golden liquid, this seemed richer, brighter, almost glowing.
The flow didn't slow after a few drops. It poured out continuously, far more than any of them expected — and within a single release, the bottle was already filled to the top.
The sheer volume made several of the women's eyes widen. Even Mira, usually unflappable, blinked.
Vira, however, remained calm, sealing the bottle with a practiced motion as the last drop fell. She held it up to the light, watching the creamy white sheen swirl inside the glass.
"If his urine is like gold," she said quietly, "then this… is platinum."
She pressed the warm bottle to her chest for a moment, satisfied. "Even one release fills it completely. Remarkable."
Mira grinned broadly from the sofa.
"See? Told you! It's like a natural treasure. Mary and I finished dozens of these bottles."
Mary's voice echoed faintly from within: Mira… please stop talking…
The others just stared, some with faint blushes, some with envy, while Vira stood proud, the platinum-white bottle in her hand like a prize she had claimed.
Vira turned the sealed bottle of platinum-white liquid in her hand thoughtfully, the faintest smile touching her lips. Then she glanced at Mira, whose grin had only grown wider as she hugged her empty bottles like treasure.
For a moment, silence stretched. Then, with a slow and deliberate tone, Vira said something that made every woman in the room lift their head.
"Mira," she said, "come here. I'll help you."
Mira blinked, surprised. "Eh? You'll help me?"
It wasn't often that the proud princess of Alfheim offered help to anyone other than Ciel.
"Yes," Vira replied calmly. "For once, I will help another — besides my big sister. You."
Mira practically bounced on her feet as she hurried forward, taking one of the empty bottles from her basket. She held it with both hands, eyes sparkling.
"Hold it to him," Vira instructed, nodding toward Alex.
Mira obeyed, placing the neck of the glass bottle just under him.
Without hesitation, Vira wrapped her slender hand around Alex again. Her movements were steady, precise, her grip designed to coax every last drop.
"Don't spill," Vira said quietly as she stroked him. "We will fill them one by one."
Alex groaned softly as the tension built quickly under her skilled hand. When she felt him reach the edge, her voice came out like a soft, firm command:
"Ejaculate."
With a sudden surge, he released once more. Mira gasped as the thick platinum-white liquid gushed out, filling the bottle she held almost instantly.
The bottle filled so fast that Vira had to signal Mira to switch it out quickly for another.
"Next," Vira said, and before the flow even fully ended, Mira swapped in the next bottle.
Again, Vira's hand moved in smooth strokes, drawing out every drop.
Again, the order came: "Ejaculate."
Another bottle was filled to the top, capped, and set aside.
Over and over, like milking a cow, they continued — bottle after bottle. The women watching could hardly believe the sheer amount of pure, shining liquid he produced.
By the time Vira finally stopped, there was a small line of bottles on the table, each one filled to the brim with platinum-white.
Mira clutched them with a bright, excited grin, looking like a child handed a treasure chest.
"Now," Vira said, her tone still as steady as ever, "it's time for the golden ones."
Mira quickly set aside the full bottles and picked up fresh, empty ones. She held one in position, glancing up at Vira in anticipation.
"Alex," Vira said, "pee."
Without hesitation, Alex released again, the golden stream flowing into the glass. Mira watched, eyes sparkling as the warm, honey-colored liquid filled the bottle. The second one. Then a third.
Bottle after bottle, each one filled with the golden liquid until Mira's basket was heavy with them.
When the last bottle was capped, Vira wiped her hand lightly on a cloth, her expression perfectly calm and proud.
"There," she said. "You wanted them. Now you have them."
Mira was almost glowing, her arms full of bottles, hugging them to her chest as she spun on her heel and skipped back toward the table.
"Vira," she said brightly, "I didn't think I'd ever say this, but… thank you!"
Vira inclined her head just slightly, as if granting a favor that no one else in the room would ever forget.
Mira sat cross-legged on the floor with her basket of bottles in front of her like a dragon guarding treasure.
She carefully picked one of the freshly filled platinum-white bottles and, with an impish grin, pulled out the stopper.
The sweet, warm scent that drifted out made her close her eyes briefly.
Then, with exaggerated slowness, she brought it to her lips and drank deeply.
The room went silent except for the sound of Mira's delighted hum as she swallowed.
When she lowered the bottle, there was a mischievous smile on her lips.
"As good as ever," she said in a sing-song voice. "Rich, thick, so full of energy that I can feel it all through my body."
Her gaze slid over the other women. "Mary was right to drink them all before! You girls really don't know what you're missing."
She didn't stop there. She reached for a bottle of golden liquid next, unstoppered it, and took a careful sip.
"Mmm… sweet as honey. The taste of a royal spring." She licked a drop from the rim of the bottle and giggled. "Perfect for breakfast!"
Hanabi's tails were swishing behind her, restless and envious.
"That's not fair!" she said, sitting up straighter. "You got her help. I want bottles too!"
Reyne's voice followed right after.
"And me! I want some of those platinum ones. If it's that good, I want a stash."
Nefertiti, who had been quiet until now, crossed her arms. "And I," she said, her golden eyes narrowing, "would very much like some as well."
Even Mary, whose voice trembled faintly inside, whispered to Mira: This is so embarrassing… but I do kind of want more…
Vira, however, stood gracefully and looked down at all of them with a calm, unshakable expression.
"No," she said, her voice as sharp as it was soft. "I won't help any of you. Not one. Mira only received my help because she asked me in this moment."
Her golden-green eyes moved to each of them in turn.
"None of you will be aided by my hand."
For a moment, the others looked frustrated — until Vira's gaze softened slightly as it rested on Ciel.
"Except," she said slowly, "for my big sister."
Ciel, who had been quietly watching from the side, blinked once. "Me?"
"Yes," Vira replied. "If you want it, I will help you."
The room went silent again.
Ciel tilted her head slightly, then walked forward, her golden eyes calm. Without hesitation, she picked up an empty bottle from Mira's basket and stepped to Alex's side.
"Then… I will," she said simply.
Vira smiled faintly, taking her place beside her.
"Hold the bottle steady."
Ciel did as told, gripping the glass. Vira's hand, firm and practiced, wrapped around Alex once again, ready to draw from him with the same skill she had shown before.
"This time," Vira said, looking at Ciel with a rare softness, "you and I will do it together."
The room grew quiet as Ciel knelt gracefully beside Alex, the empty bottle poised in her hand.
Vira was already beside her, one hand wrapped around him, her emerald hair cascading over one shoulder, the other hand steadying his waist.
The two women exchanged a brief glance — Ciel calm and serene, Vira focused and precise.
"Ready?" Vira asked.
Ciel nodded once. "I'll follow your lead."
Vira began first, her strokes long and deliberate. Alex exhaled, the heat already building from her skillful touch.
"Hold the bottle," Vira instructed softly, and Ciel tilted it just right.
But Vira wasn't content with just her hand. She leaned forward slightly, her lips brushing against him.
Ciel, watching silently, followed her example.
Her golden eyes half-closed, she bent forward and placed a delicate kiss just below Vira's lips, adding her own soft, slow lick.
The combination of Vira's practiced grip and Ciel's gentle tongue was overwhelming.
A murmur ran through the room as everyone watched.
It was an elegant, almost silent rhythm — Vira working with calm precision, Ciel adding soft licks and slow circles of her tongue, their movements perfectly in sync.
Alex's breath grew heavier almost immediately, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa as the two of them worked together.
"Don't hold it," Vira whispered. "Let it come out."
Her hand tightened slightly, while Ciel's tongue moved over the most sensitive spots with deliberate care.
The tension built fast, and then, with a shuddering exhale, Alex released.
Vira moved the bottle into place just in time — thick platinum-white liquid surged out, filling it halfway with the very first burst.
"Switch," Vira said calmly.
Without missing a beat, Ciel pulled the first bottle aside, sealed it, and slid the next one into place. Their hands and tongues never stopped.
"Again," Vira whispered.
And again, the flow came, filling another bottle to the top.
The process repeated, bottle after bottle, their teamwork so smooth it was almost like watching an art form. Sometimes Vira used her lips and tongue at the same time she stroked him, while Ciel handled the bottle and followed with gentle licks. Other times they changed roles, Ciel taking him into her mouth briefly while Vira held the bottle steady and coaxed the next release with her hand.
Each bottle filled fast — platinum-white liquid glistening, warm and pure, more than enough to make everyone watching stare in awe.
By the time they finally stopped, there was a line of bottles in front of them, the glass warm from the freshly collected essence.
Vira sat back, wiping a faint trace from the corner of her lips with perfect composure.
Ciel, her golden eyes calm, sealed the last bottle with a smooth motion and set it on the table.
The room was completely silent.
Mira broke it first, hugging her basket of bottles and giggling.
"I have to admit… watching those two work together is cheating. Totally unfair."
Reyne muttered under her breath, "I've never been jealous of a bottle before…"
Even Hanabi was at a loss for words, her tails twitching wildly.
Vira picked up one of the freshly sealed bottles, handing it to Ciel without a word.
"This one is yours."
Ciel accepted it with a small smile.
"Thank you, little sister."
For a brief moment, the two of them shared a look — calm and close — before Vira stood, brushing her hair back over her shoulder.
Vira picked up the bottles they had carefully filled, their glass still faintly warm. She counted them silently, then turned to Ciel.
"Half of these are yours," she said simply, setting an equal number in front of her big sister.
Ciel accepted them with quiet grace, nodding. "Thank you."
The rest of the room could only watch, their expressions a mix of envy and awe. Hanabi's tails flicked behind her restlessly, Reyne bit her lip in silent longing, and even Morgan — normally so calm — narrowed her eyes just a little as her gaze lingered on the platinum-filled bottles.
Seeing their looks, Ciel, who had been calmly arranging her bottles, glanced up. Her golden eyes were soft, filled with a warm kindness that made the tension in the room ease.
"If any of you want to drink," she said gently, "you can drink from mine."
Everyone blinked, surprised by her offer.
"Ciel…" Airi murmured.
"You would let us?" Hanabi asked, ears perked.
Ciel smiled faintly. "Of course. I love all of you like younger sisters. We're a family, after all."
The room grew quiet again, but this time the quiet carried something different: a shared understanding.
For all the teasing and rivalry, Ciel's words reminded them of something important — that beneath everything, she loved each one of them.
Slowly, the tension broke. Reyne let out a huff of laughter, Hanabi gave a tiny grin, and even Nefertiti's lips softened into something that might have been a smile.
Morgan, leaning back against the wall, said quietly, "That's exactly why none of us can ever win against you, Ciel."
Ciel only chuckled softly, her voice like sunlight through leaves.
"That's because I don't need to win."
Around the table, the women glanced at one another, and for a rare moment, the air was warm — not sharp with competition, but with an unspoken bond.
Vira, watching them, said nothing. But the faintest curve of her lips betrayed that she agreed, just this once.
The bottles stood on the low table, catching the light like vessels of molten gold and liquid platinum.
For a moment, no one moved. Then, as if Ciel's gentle words had given silent permission, the women began to reach for them one by one.
Hanabi was the first. Her tails swished as she uncorked a bottle of golden liquid, lifted it carefully, and took a slow sip. Her red eyes widened slightly, then softened as she swallowed.
"…It's sweet," she murmured, her cheeks faintly pink. "Like honey with a hint of something warm."
Reyne leaned in next, grabbing one of the platinum-white bottles. She tilted it back with her usual boldness, then lowered it slowly, looking at the bottle as though it were something priceless.
"This really is like a high-class wine," she said with a grin. "Rich, heavy… it stays on your tongue."
One after another, the bottles passed into different hands.
Airi, always delicate, drank in small, polite sips, as if savoring each one.
Mary, shyly at first, accepted a bottle that Mira handed her — and Mira, of course, grinned wickedly and drank her own bottle deeply.
Even Morgan, who usually kept her composure, tipped one to her lips, her cool expression not hiding the faint color rising in her cheeks.
Nefertiti swirled her bottle in her hand, lifting it like a connoisseur, then drank slowly, her golden eyes closing for just a moment.
"This is beyond divine," she admitted softly.
The room became unusually calm. No one rushed, no one argued.
Each woman sat in her own place, holding a bottle like a glass of rare wine, drinking in slow sips, savoring the strange, pure taste.
It was not only the flavor — though it was sweet, rich, and unlike anything mortal — but the feeling. With every swallow, they could feel their bodies warming, their mana flowing easier, their senses becoming sharper.
It was intoxicating, but not in the way of alcohol. It was energizing.
Ciel, who had given permission for everyone to share, simply sat watching them with a small, serene smile.
"This is how it should be," she said softly. "A family that can enjoy the same thing without jealousy."
Her words made everyone pause briefly, then return to their bottles with a faint sense of agreement.
Even Vira, sitting closest to Alex, finally lifted her own bottle. She did not drink quickly. Instead, she tilted it back gracefully, swallowing slowly, her emerald eyes half-lidded as the rich warmth filled her.
When she lowered it again, she set it down gently and rested her head briefly on Alex's shoulder.
Chapter 388 – The First Refusal (18+)
The evening gradually mellowed.
The bottles on the table, once full of golden and platinum-colored liquid, were now half-empty, each one held reverently as if it contained fine wine. Warmth filled the room — not just from what they had drunk, but from the unspoken closeness that had grown among them.
Hanabi, who had been sipping idly while leaning against a cushion, suddenly flicked one of her tails and said with a mischievous glint in her red eyes:
"Speaking of things that can change… do you all remember last time? When we asked Alex if he could make it… longer?"
The room stilled.
Vira's ears twitched. Morgan arched an eyebrow. Reyne grinned. Even Ciel tilted her head slightly, curious.
Alex, on the other hand, froze mid-sip, a faint flush creeping across his face.
"It's… theoretically possible," he said after a pause, rubbing the back of his neck.
That was all the encouragement Vira needed. Her emerald eyes brightened as she turned toward him with sharp interest.
"Then do it," she ordered, standing gracefully and facing him, her voice carrying the same authority as always. "Right now."
But this time, something strange happened.
Alex looked back at her — and didn't move.
For the first time, he didn't obey.
The room went quiet.
Vira blinked. "Alex," she said again, slightly firmer, "I ordered you. Make it longer."
Still, nothing happened. He just stood there, looking at her with a faintly nervous expression, the blush on his cheeks deepening.
Her ears tilted forward. "Why aren't you obeying?"
"It's not that I don't want to…" Alex said, his voice quieter than usual, "…but this isn't something I'll do just because it's an order."
The realization hit her like a splash of cold water.
Her authority — the leash, the commands, the control that he had always yielded to — it didn't work here.
For a long moment, Vira said nothing. Then, slowly, her pride softened, and her expression changed.
She walked closer, her movements no longer queenly, but almost shy.
She reached up, touched his sleeve gently, and looked up at him, her voice quiet in a way no one expected.
"…Alex," she said softly, "please. For me."
The proud princess of Alfheim — the one who had ordered gods and kings without hesitation — begged like a wife asking a favor of her husband.
"Just this once," she whispered, "I'm not your master. I'm just asking as your wife. Will you… do this for me?"
Alex exhaled, defeated, unable to resist that tone.
"All right," he said finally, and lifted a hand.
A soft glow of magic surrounded him, faint threads of mana weaving through the room as he muttered an incantation. In seconds, his body responded, and before their eyes, his size changed — longer, thicker, but still perfectly balanced, as if shaped to perfection.
Gasps rose softly from around the room.
Vira's emerald eyes widened, her lips curving upward slowly in a mixture of pride and satisfaction.
"This," she said, running her gaze down and back up again, "I like."
The glow of magic faded, leaving the room in stunned silence.
Vira stepped closer, her eyes sweeping downward, carefully studying the change. What had been impressive before was now longer and thicker — growing from about nine inches to ten and a half inches, every line and proportion perfect, as if shaped by some ancient craftsman.
Alex's cheeks burned as he turned his head away, clearly embarrassed. "You made me do something ridiculous," he muttered under his breath.
"Ridiculous?" Vira's lips curved in satisfaction. "No… this is beautiful."
She circled him once, emerald hair brushing over her shoulders like a curtain of silk, looking from every angle with a serious expression, like a queen inspecting a new weapon. When she finally stood in front of him again, she tilted her head slightly, thoughtful.
Then her next question fell like a bolt of lightning.
"Alex," she said calmly, "can you grow another one?"
The words hit him like a slap.
"What?" he asked, blinking.
"Another one," Vira repeated, perfectly serious. "Two."
Alex froze. He opened his mouth, closed it, and just stared at her, speechless.
His silence lasted several seconds.
And in that silence, Vira saw the answer.
"You can," she whispered. "Can't you?"
Alex looked away, his expression caught between resignation and disbelief. "...It's theoretically possible," he admitted at last.
Without her usual pride or command, Vira stepped forward again, placing both hands gently on his chest. Her emerald eyes softened, her voice quiet, trembling just slightly.
"Please," she said. "Just this once. I want to see it. I want you to do this… for me."
The commanding tone was gone. What remained was a wife's plea.
Alex closed his eyes for a long moment. No matter how strange the request, he couldn't refuse when she asked like that.
"...Fine," he murmured at last. "If it will make you happy."
A faint ripple of mana pulsed through the air as he focused again, shaping his body with magic that bent to his will. Before their eyes, a second length began to grow, perfectly symmetrical, until there were two.
The room went utterly silent.
Vira stared, wide-eyed, her lips parting slightly as she gazed at what he had done. Then, slowly, a look of pure delight spread across her face, a mixture of triumph and almost childlike joy.
"This," she whispered, reaching out as if to confirm it was real, "is even better than I imagined."
The moment the second one fully formed, Vira's eyes gleamed. There was no hesitation, no pause to let the room's stunned silence settle. She turned slightly, her long hair cascading down her back as she looked over her shoulder at the others, a slow, satisfied smile curving her lips.
"I'll test them now," she said, voice smooth and deliberate.
Without waiting for anyone's reaction, she reached out, wrapping both hands around him — one for each. Her fingers closed firmly, testing the heat and weight of both lengths.
The entire room froze.
"Vira—" Alex started, but her sharp glance silenced him immediately.
"Quiet," she said softly. "You gave them to me. Now I'll see what they can do."
She sank gracefully to her knees on the carpet in front of him, every motion calm, deliberate, as if this were a sacred duty. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, brushing the floor as she lifted her face to look at him once more.
"Don't hold back," she whispered.
Her hands began to move.
One hand stroked the left, the other the right, an alternating rhythm that was perfectly balanced, designed to overwhelm him instantly. Her grip was firm, but her movements were slow at first, as if getting used to the sensation of controlling both.
The sight alone made the room grow hotter.
And then she leaned forward.
Her lips parted, and she took one of them into her mouth, her tongue curling around it while her other hand continued to stroke the second one.
The sound of her slow sucking mixed with the faint glide of her hand, each motion designed to send shivers down his body.
She switched after a few minutes, releasing the first and taking the second into her mouth, not a single motion wasted, keeping both constantly under her control.
The room around them had gone silent, the women frozen in place.
Even Hanabi, who usually couldn't keep her mouth shut, was speechless, her tails twitching wildly behind her.
Vira finally pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening, her voice husky.
"…These are perfect. Both of them."
Her eyes locked onto Alex's. "But I need more than just my hands and mouth."
She rose from the floor with queenly grace, and without warning, she straddled him right there on the sofa, guiding one inside her with practiced precision.
The second, still slick from her mouth, rested against her stomach, pressed between their bodies.
The room erupted in quiet gasps as she began to move her hips, slow and steady, controlling every inch of both lengths at once.
"This…" she whispered between breaths, "…is exactly what I wanted."
Her eyes never left Alex's as she rode him, testing this new form in front of everyone, unashamed and utterly in command.
The moment Vira settled on him, straddling him with slow, deliberate poise, the room's atmosphere thickened, every gaze locked on the sight before them.
Her emerald-green hair flowed around her like silk, gleaming in the light as her hips began to move, unhurried and controlled.
Her golden eyes—steady, unblinking—stayed locked on Alex's black ones, as if there was no one else in the room.
One of his lengths was deep inside her, the other pressed between them, sliding against her smooth stomach with each motion.
She made sure every movement used both—testing this strange new gift in full view of everyone.
The slow rhythm built gradually, Vira shifting her hips in small circles at first, adjusting to the weight of two.
Then she leaned forward, pressing her chest against Alex's as her long emerald hair cascaded over them both like a curtain, her voice a whisper against his ear.
"Feel this," she breathed. "Every inch… every movement is mine."
Her hips rolled, the soft slap of skin against skin marking the tempo as she quickened the pace, keeping perfect control despite the heat building in her body.
The other women could only stare.
Hanabi's tails swished wildly, betraying her flustered excitement.
Reyne bit her lip, arms folded tight.
Nefertiti's golden eyes narrowed, her breath slower than usual.
Even Morgan, calm as ever, tilted her head slightly, her icy expression hiding the faintest trace of heat.
Vira straightened her back, planting her hands on Alex's shoulders and riding him harder now, her breath coming faster.
The second shaft, slick from her mouth, slid between their bodies with every motion, leaving a shining trail across her stomach and chest. Each time she came down on him, the sensation doubled, forcing small, involuntary gasps from her lips.
"Alex," she whispered, her golden eyes half-lidded, glowing faintly. "This is… perfect."
Her movements became more demanding, almost a dance: slow downward thrusts, quick upward rises, grinding her hips so that both were stimulated in unison.
The wet sound of motion filled the living room. Her hair, emerald-bright, clung to her back and shoulders with sweat.
Even so, she kept control, deciding the pace, controlling when he could release—never giving him permission, only taking what she wanted.
Minutes became an hour in that silent, heated tension.
At last, her composure faltered just slightly, a tremor running through her as she whispered:
"Don't hold back. This time… come with me."
Alex gripped her waist as the heat overwhelmed them both. With a cry that rang out clear and proud, Vira came first, her entire body shaking. She pushed down hard, forcing both lengths to throb against her as he released with her, spilling inside her and coating her skin outside at the same time.
Panting, Vira finally collapsed forward against his chest, her emerald hair spilling around them like a curtain.
Her golden eyes glowed softly as she whispered into his ear, "…these two are mine. Don't ever take them away."
She kissed him—long, slow, unashamed—even as the rest of the room sat frozen in stunned silence, unable to look away.
The room was still thick with heat after Vira's long, unbroken rhythm finally slowed.
She was still seated on Alex's lap, golden eyes glowing faintly, when her sharp gaze caught movement just beyond him.
Mira's tail was swaying behind her like an excited banner, her grin mischievous, and there was a brightness in her eyes that Vira didn't miss.
It wasn't subtle at all.
A slow, almost wicked idea formed in Vira's mind.
She shifted slightly, still straddling Alex but now leaning closer, her voice low and soft.
"Alex," she murmured, drawing his attention. "I have a request. Another one."
Alex blinked, wary. "What is it now?"
Vira brushed a lock of emerald-green hair behind her ear, looking at him from under her lashes.
"Can you… grow a tail? Like Mira's. But instead of the tip of a succubus' tail—" her voice lowered to an intimate whisper "—I want the tip to be… another one."
Alex stared at her.
The room went silent again.
"You mean," he said carefully, "you want me to grow a tail that ends… like that?"
Vira nodded with absolute seriousness. "Exactly that."
He froze, unsure if she was teasing, but her golden eyes stayed on his, earnest, gleaming.
"I don't even—" he started.
Before he could finish, she leaned forward, both hands on his chest, her voice soft, coaxing.
"Please," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. "Just this once. For me."
Her earlier dominance had melted into something tender; the proud princess, who could command him like no one else, now begged like a wife who knew exactly how to reach him.
"Alex," she said, looking up at him with that same pleading expression that had broken his resistance before, "I want to see it. Will you do this for me?"
He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Vira…"
Her hands tightened on him. "Please."
Alex closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another long breath. "You're going to be the end of me."
And once again, he gave in.
"Fine. I'll do it."
With a low hum of magic, energy rippled around him. Behind him, something began to take shape: a long, sinuous tail, smooth and flexible like a succubus'—but at its tip, instead of a spade, it shaped itself into a third length, identical to the two she already adored.
Gasps echoed around the room as the tail flexed, curling lazily in the air, alive and responsive to his will.
Vira's golden eyes widened. Her lips parted as she slowly reached back and touched the new appendage.
"Perfect," she whispered. "Even better than I imagined."
The moment the new tail curled through the air behind him, Vira's golden eyes lit with a mixture of delight and hunger.
She didn't hesitate.
Her hands reached behind Alex, catching the tail as it flexed toward her. She guided it forward, holding the smooth, living length in her hands as she examined its tip with fascination.
"This," she whispered, her lips brushing against it, "is mine."
Without giving anyone in the room a chance to speak, Vira adjusted herself on Alex's lap. She shifted her hips, guiding his two penises into the two places between her legs — one into her sacred core and the other pressing into her tighter second entrance.
Her breath hitched as she sank down, taking both of them at once, her whole body trembling at the overwhelming fullness.
And then, as if that weren't enough, she brought the new tail up to her mouth.
She parted her lips and slowly, deliberately, took the tail's tip into her mouth. Her golden eyes never left Alex's as her lips closed around it.
The room was silent except for the faint sounds of wetness as she began to move.
Her hips worked in a slow, steady rhythm, riding both of his lower shafts, while her mouth and tongue worked on the tail.
The sensation was overwhelming: three points of contact, three places drawing from him all at once.
Her hands rested on his chest as she moved, her emerald hair clinging to her skin, sweat tracing down her back. The rhythm built and built, and her muffled moans vibrated against the tail as she sucked, creating a feedback of pleasure that made him tense beneath her.
Minutes stretched, every movement feeding into the next, until the pressure became unbearable.
Vira lifted her mouth from the tail just long enough to whisper hoarsely:
"Alex… all three… inside me. Let it out."
Her hips came down hard, and the world narrowed to sensation.
From both lengths below, he released deep into her, hot waves of platinum-white filling her. At the same time, the tail throbbed, releasing into her mouth, and she swallowed everything without hesitation.
The combined sensation shattered her composure. Vira threw her head back, her emerald hair whipping around her as her golden eyes rolled back, her voice breaking into a long, sharp cry that echoed through the entire house.
For a long time, she stayed there, trembling, taking everything from all three points, before finally collapsing forward against Alex, chest to chest, breathless and glowing.
Vira was still pressed against Alex's chest, her breath uneven, golden eyes hazy with satisfaction.
Even so, the glow of desire had not faded. Her lips parted slightly as she lifted her face and whispered, almost pleading:
"Alex… one more thing."
He brushed a strand of sweat-soaked emerald hair from her cheek.
"What else could you possibly want now?"
Her fingers traced his collarbone, her voice soft but insistent.
"I want you to grow two more tails," she said, "like the first one. But these… these will touch me. Massage me. Squeeze me while I take you."
She held his gaze, golden eyes trembling, then softened her tone into a quiet plea:
"Please. Do this for me."
Alex let out a long breath.
"You're insatiable," he murmured, but even as he said it, he closed his eyes and focused his magic once again. Mana flowed out like warm wind, coiling behind him.
In seconds, two more long, living tails emerged, flexible and strong, identical to the first.
Vira's golden eyes widened with delight, a smile breaking across her lips.
She moved immediately, adjusting her position and guiding him back into her: one of his penises into her sacred core, the other into the tighter second entrance, taking both at once with practiced ease.
At the same time, she took the first tail back into her mouth, closing her lips around it while her hands reached up to pull the two new tails forward.
"Use them," she whispered, her voice muffled around the tail in her mouth. "Squeeze me. Hard."
The two new tails obeyed his will, wrapping around her full breasts, squeezing and massaging them as if they were hands. They kneaded and rolled the soft flesh in rhythm with her movements, the tips teasing her sensitive peaks until her body arched from the overload of sensation.
It was chaos — a storm of pleasure from five different points:
Two deep thrusts filling her below.One tail filling her mouth, pulsing with every suck.Two tails kneading and squeezing her breasts relentlessly.
Her body couldn't escape it. Her voice came out as muffled moans, vibrating against the tail as she sucked, while her hips rocked on him wildly, losing their usual precise control.
The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of their movements, the emerald-haired princess trembling and glowing as sweat ran down her back.
Golden eyes half-closed, she forced herself to look into Alex's black eyes, begging silently for release even before she could form words.
When the tension built to an unbearable peak, he finally whispered:
"Vira… now."
The world seemed to break apart.
Both shafts released deep inside her, filling her with surging waves of platinum-white, so much that it spilled out around her thighs. The first tail throbbed in her mouth, releasing into her throat as she swallowed greedily. And the other two tails pulsed against her chest, coating her breasts, her collarbone, and even her neck with warm, shining release.
Vira cried out around the tail, unable to hold it back, shaking violently as every part of her was claimed at once.
When it was over, she collapsed against him, her body coated in heat, her golden eyes barely open, lips glistening from the release she had swallowed. Her breasts dripped with the thick liquid from the two tails, her entire body marked as if she had been painted by his essence.
The room had fallen into a stunned silence.
Even the air itself seemed heavy after what they had just witnessed.
Vira lay limp in Alex's arms, her emerald-green hair sticking to her shoulders and back, her golden eyes only half-open. Her chest still rose and fell quickly, slick and glistening from what the two extra tails had poured over her, and her lips were slightly parted as she caught her breath.
Across the room, no one moved.
Hanabi's nine tails were standing straight up, every single one trembling as if electrified. Her ears twitched wildly as she whispered, "…That… that's cheating… that's completely cheating…"
Reyne had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, biting her lip so hard it looked like she might draw blood.
"…Three… tails…?" she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushed. "That's… unfair even by my standards."
Mary, whose body was now clearly controlled by Mira, had both hands clamped over her mouth, though Mira's voice burst out from her, laughing.
"Ohhh this is amazing! Mary's so embarrassed she wants to faint right now! Alex, do you know what kind of view that was from here?!"
Mary's muffled inner voice was a panicked: Stop talking, Mira! Don't say it out loud!
Nefertiti, usually unshaken, narrowed her golden eyes, a faint pink across her cheeks. She exhaled through her nose, muttering something in her ancient tongue that sounded like a curse and a prayer mixed together.
Morgan's blue eyes glimmered faintly, though her cold voice stayed steady:
"…This might be the most absurd use of magic I've ever seen. And yet… I can't look away."
Airi had covered her face with both hands, but between her fingers her blush could be seen bright and clear, her voice barely a whisper:
"I… can't believe what I just saw…"
Even Ciel, normally unshakable, allowed herself a very quiet laugh behind her hand, golden eyes warm.
"You really spoil her," she said softly to Alex.
Alex, for his part, was still catching his own breath, one arm holding Vira close while the three tails lazily curled behind him, wet and glistening.
The silence in the room was only broken when Vira shifted, just enough to look up at him with a tired, satisfied smile.
Chapter 389 – The Bath of Emerald Desires (18+)
The living room still carried the weight of the scene that had just taken place.
The scent of heat and the lingering shimmer of mana were heavy in the air, but Vira, even as exhausted as she was, slowly opened her golden eyes. Her body still trembled slightly from the overwhelming climax, yet a slow, mischievous smile curved her lips.
Everyone could tell.
That expression—half evil, half playful—meant that the proud princess of Alfheim had just thought of something outrageous.
"Alex," she said softly, her voice hoarse but firm.
"Bring out the bathtub."
Alex blinked, confused. "...The bathtub?"
"Yes," Vira said, sitting up from his lap, emerald hair sticking to her back. "A big one. As big as this space can hold."
He hesitated, looking at her with a wary expression. "...Here?"
"Here," she confirmed with absolute seriousness. "This room is big enough. And I want it now."
Still puzzled, he raised a hand, weaving magic into the air. Space rippled, and within moments, a massive ornate bathtub appeared in the center of the living room. It was deep enough for several people, carved from smooth black stone with silver inlay, steam already curling from the clear water inside.
The size of it made everyone blink in surprise.
Vira smiled faintly. "Perfect."
She stood, still covered in traces of the previous act, and walked slowly toward the tub, the sway of her emerald hair and the glint of her golden eyes demanding every gaze in the room. She turned around and lowered herself elegantly into the hot water, sighing as the heat soaked her skin.
She then fixed her gaze on Alex, who was still standing, unsure.
"Alex," she asked, her tone deceptively casual, "how many can you grow?"
He tilted his head. "How many… what?"
Her smile sharpened.
"Penises. And tails."
The room went utterly silent again.
His eyes widened slightly. "...Why?"
Vira's golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous, mischievous light.
"I want to know how many. Just now, you gave me three tails and two of yourself. And I still want to see more."
She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her wet hair clinging to her skin, and said slowly:
"How many can you grow for me?"
The steam rose from the huge tub, swirling around Vira as she lounged against the smooth edge. Her golden eyes gleamed through the mist, fixed intently on Alex.
"Well?" she asked softly, her tone coaxing yet expectant.
Alex shifted slightly, clearly embarrassed as every eye in the room was now on him. After a long pause, he finally answered, his voice low.
"…Two. That's the maximum number of… penises I can grow at once."
Vira tilted her head, a faint smile curving her lips. "And tails?"
He hesitated again, but there was no escape from her gaze.
"Six," he admitted. "No more than six tails."
The corners of Vira's mouth lifted higher, and a spark of cunning danced in her golden eyes. "Six… and two. Perfect."
She leaned forward slightly, the water rippling around her as she rested her elbows on the edge of the tub.
"I have an idea," she said, her voice slow, like someone savoring the reveal of a grand plan.
Her gaze swept across the room, to each woman in turn — Hanabi, Reyne, Morgan, Airi, Nefertiti, and Mira (and Mary watching from within).
"If you want," Vira said, her voice low and clear, "you may enter this bath with me."
Her fingers traced lazy ripples through the water.
"This water," she continued, "will become something else. I intend to have Alex release into it — so much that it overflows, so much that it becomes a bath of his essence."
Her golden eyes burned with unshakable confidence.
"And you may all worship in it, if you wish."
Gasps and murmurs ran through the room.
"You mean…?" Hanabi asked, ears twitching.
"Yes," Vira said, completely serious. "If you wish to join, you may help him. You may help bring him to release. All of you, together. Six tails, six hands, and me — so that when he comes, he will fill this bath with so much semen that we can all bathe in it."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, playful yet challenging.
"Decide for yourselves. Will you sit and watch? Or will you help me make this tub overflow?"
She turned her head back toward Alex, golden eyes gleaming.
"This time," she said softly, "we won't stop until the water is white."
The steam thickened around her as she waited for their answers.
The first release was only the beginning.
The great bath, once clear, was already milky white and warm, rippling with the thick essence they had coaxed from Alex. Yet none of them slowed down.
Vira pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening.
"Don't stop. Again. Until this water is nothing but you."
Her golden eyes shone with a kind of reverence and hunger, a queen commanding not with pride this time, but with devotion.
Ciel nodded beside her, and the sisters returned to their rhythm.
One golden head, one emerald, moving perfectly in sync.Each taking a shaft in their mouth, hollowing their cheeks as their tongues swirled and licked with unrelenting care.
Behind them, the six tails writhed in the water, alive with sensation.
Hanabi and Mira pressed down on the tails filling them, riding faster, letting out little gasps and moans with every thrust.
Reyne, always bold, kept pushing herself to take as much as possible, grinding her hips down.
Nefertiti gripped the edge of the tub, her back arching as the tail filling her ass pulsed and moved deep inside.
Morgan and Airi moved in perfect opposition: one sucking along the length of a tail while the other wrapped her arms around it, pressing it tight to her chest as she worked it with both hands.
The water splashed, the scent thickened, and Alex's breathing grew ragged as all of them milked him with everything they had.
The next wave came stronger.
Two powerful jets erupted into the water from Vira's and Ciel's mouths, while all six tails released in unison, flooding the tub.
White swirled in every direction, the clear water turning cloudy again after only a few minutes of effort.
Still, Vira didn't let up. She broke away just long enough to stroke both shafts together, looking up at Alex with flushed cheeks.
"More," she whispered. "Give us everything. Until this tub spills over."
They repeated this again and again.
Suck. Stroke.Release.Warm streams filling the water.
Every climax came faster than the last, and the bath deepened in color, the thick essence floating and swirling until it coated their skin.
The water level rose higher and higher with each release, the cloudy surface carrying a golden glow from the room's lights.
The living room echoed with low gasps, the soft moans of women, and the rhythmic sounds of bodies moving in the water.
Even the tails pulsed and tightened with every stroke, obedient to every squeeze and lick they received.
By the time the tub was nearly full, the bath had transformed completely:
The water was opaque, warm, and heavy with his essence.Their bodies glistened, slick and shining as the liquid clung to their skin.The air smelled sweet, musky, and intoxicating.
Vira finally pulled away from him, panting, her golden eyes half-lidded.
She looked down at the bath—white, dense, and swirling, the very air around it fogged with heat.
"It's almost there," she murmured. "Just a little more."
Her gaze turned to her big sister, a rare gentle smile on her lips.
"One more time, together, Ciel."
The milky heat of the bath rose around them, steam thick like a veil. The scent of Alex's essence hung so heavy in the air it felt alive.
Vira's golden eyes burned, cheeks flushed. She looked to her side, where Ciel knelt, her long silver hair clinging to her shoulders, golden eyes serene despite the steam around her.
"One more," Vira whispered. "Together, big sister. This last one will spill it over."
Ciel smiled softly, calm as a moonlit lake. "Together."
They moved as one.
Ciel lowered her mouth over one shaft, silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight as she swallowed him deeply.Vira took the other into her mouth, her emerald hair plastered against her wet skin, her golden eyes locked upward.
Both worked in perfect rhythm, their hands pressing against his thighs for leverage, their tongues tracing and circling with exquisite precision.
Behind them, the other women didn't stop.
Each tail was gripped, stroked, ridden, kissed—every one of the six extensions writhing under their hands and bodies.
The water rocked with every motion.
Alex groaned, his body tense under the flood of sensation. He tried to hold back, but Vira and Ciel wouldn't let him. They moved faster, in absolute sync, their mouths sliding down to the root, cheeks hollowing.
Ciel's golden eyes flicked up briefly, meeting Alex's. Vira's gaze did the same. They held his eyes as if claiming him together.
The last wave came like a flood.
From both shafts, he erupted. Platinum-white liquid surged forward with a force that made the water splash upward, streams jetting directly into their mouths before spilling into the bath.
Simultaneously, the six tails pulsed violently, releasing thick streams from every tip.
The bathwater swirled violently, its clear surface vanishing under a tide of white. It splashed over the edges, spilling across the floor as the tub filled to overflowing.
The women didn't stop. They kept milking him until every last drop fell into the tub. Only when Alex sagged forward, drained, did Vira and Ciel finally pull back, their lips glistening, breaths heavy.
The bath was no longer a bath.
It was a pool of warm, white essence, dense and heavy, steam curling upward, carrying a faint sweetness.
Vira gazed at it with satisfaction. "Perfect," she whispered. "Now, everyone… into the water."
The women obeyed. One by one, they slid into the overfull bath.
Hanabi sighed as her tails floated around her.Reyne submerged herself to the shoulders, smirking faintly.Morgan, Nefertiti, Airi, Mira—each one lowered herself into the warm, thick liquid.
Finally, Vira guided Alex down into the water with her, his back resting against the tub's edge, and she sat astride him like a queen claiming her throne.
The liquid clung to their skin, coating them, every movement making it ripple thickly. It was warm, sweet-scented, and strangely soothing.
Ciel leaned back on the opposite side, her silver hair fanning out like a halo in the white bath, golden eyes serene. She looked at Vira across the tub, and for once, they both smiled—no rivalry, only a rare bond.
The women let themselves immerse completely, sinking down until the bath covered them, their bodies glistening as the liquid ran across their skin like silk.
It was worship, indulgence, and surrender—all in one.
The women sank deeper into the bath until the warm, white liquid lapped at their shoulders. The steam rose in lazy curls, filling the vast living room with a faint, sweet scent that seemed to linger in their lungs.
For a long time, there was only silence—silence broken by soft sighs.
Hanabi stretched her arms out across the surface, her nine tails drifting lazily around her like ribbons. "This…" she murmured with closed eyes, "this is the best bath I've ever been in. It's so warm… it feels like it's melting my muscles."
Reyne tilted her head back and let the liquid run down her neck, a smirk tugging at her lips. "It's not just warm. It's… pure. Like I'm soaking in a holy spring. Only better."
Morgan, who had her eyes closed, opened them slightly and said in her calm voice, "I can feel my magic stabilizing just by sitting here. My mana flow… it's smoother than ever."
Nefertiti ran her fingers through the water, lifting a handful and watching the thick white liquid slip between her fingers. "It's more than a spring," she admitted softly. "This is… nourishment."
Even Airi, usually shy, allowed herself to sink up to her chin, whispering, "It feels like it's healing me from the inside out…"
Mira laughed lightly, pressing her cheek to the surface, her blue hair floating around her. "Mary says the same thing! Even she's enjoying it, see? It's like a warm hug for your whole body."
Ciel, sitting opposite Alex, let her silver hair fan out around her like a halo, golden eyes half-lidded. "I can see why Vira wanted this," she said softly. "This bath… feels as though time itself has slowed. There's peace in it."
Vira, seated astride Alex, stroked a wet hand through her emerald-green hair, droplets rolling off her golden eyes as she looked around at everyone. "This," she said with satisfaction, "is the best bathtub in the world. Made only for us."
Hours passed.
Yet even after several hours, the semen bath did not cool, nor did it lose its texture or its rich, soothing quality. It remained warm, as if the liquid itself carried a natural heat that refused to fade, keeping their bodies relaxed and their energy steady.
Every woman could feel their fatigue slipping away, their magic becoming sharper, their skin softening under its effects.
By the time the sun had lowered beyond the horizon outside, the women were still in the bath, so relaxed that even the thought of leaving felt like a crime.
"This could last forever," Reyne murmured.
By the time night had fully fallen, the living room was thick with the scent of steam and warmth.
The women had grown quiet, sunk deep in the milky-white bath, eyes closed, as if the entire world had been reduced to this single place.
Finally, after what must have been hours, Vira opened her golden eyes and stretched lazily, her emerald hair glistening as she rose from the tub.
Droplets of warm, viscous liquid ran down her skin as she stepped out.
One by one, the others followed, their movements slow and languid. Even after leaving the bath, their bodies still felt light, skin soft, mana flowing freely as if they had been remade.
They dried themselves and dressed, their clothes clinging slightly to skin still warm from the soak.
Once everyone was ready, they gathered near the massive tub, which was still full — unchanged, still warm and pure, as if the hours had passed without affecting it at all.
Hanabi turned to Alex, her ears twitching slightly.
"Alex," she said, "this bath… it's too good to waste. Can you move it somewhere we can use it whenever we want?"
Reyne grinned. "Yeah. Put it in the main bathroom. That way, whenever we want another soak, it's waiting."
The others nodded in agreement. Even Morgan, normally quiet, added: "It would be… practical."
Vira, standing at Alex's side, glanced at him with that unmistakable look in her golden eyes.
"You heard them," she said softly. "Move it. This will be ours now."
Alex sighed, raising one hand. A shimmer of magic pulsed through the room. The massive black stone tub — still full to the brim — vanished from the living room in a ripple of light, reappearing in the main bathroom of the house, safely stored where it could be accessed whenever they wished.
"There," Alex said, brushing his hand off lightly. "Now you can enjoy it anytime."
Vira smiled, satisfied. "Good. Because we will."
The group exchanged glances, a strange unity forming after what they had just shared. The idea that this bath was now a permanent sanctuary left an almost reverent silence in the air.
Chapter 390 – Departures
Morning light filled the house, soft and warm after the long night. The air still carried a faint trace of steam and sweetness from the previous evening, but the house itself had settled into calm.
Alex stood by the front entrance, dressed neatly, with two women standing before him. It was time for partings, if only for a while.
First was Vira.
She stood with poise, her emerald-green hair flowing like silk, golden eyes steady. She had rested, bathed again at dawn, and now her time here had ended for the moment.
"I'll return to Alfheim," she said, her tone as calm as ever, though there was a softness beneath her pride. "Mother will expect a report after my… extended absence."
Alex nodded. "Be careful there."
She smiled faintly, and with a gesture, a gate of pure, shimmering mana opened behind her.
"I'll be back," she said, stepping into the light without looking away from him until the gate closed.
Next was Mary.
She stood in her nun's attire, blue hair tucked neatly under her veil. Mira's mischievous presence could still be felt faintly behind her calm expression.
"The Vatican has called," Mary said softly, "and I must return to my studies. They'll worry if I disappear any longer."
Alex touched her shoulder lightly. "Understood. When you have free time, come back."
Mary smiled, warm and sincere. Mira's voice echoed faintly: "Don't forget us!"
He summoned a smaller portal, carefully attuned to the Vatican's inner cloisters, and she stepped through with a quiet wave.
The house grew quieter with their absence.
For a moment, Alex stood still in the hallway, the soft hum of fading magic lingering where the portals had been.
As Alex turned from the now-quiet entrance hall, the sound of soft footsteps reached his ears.
A calm, light voice followed.
"...I'm back."
It was Iris.
She had returned earlier than expected, her golden hair bound neatly and her signature blindfold resting lightly across her eyes. Even though she couldn't see in the ordinary sense, she seemed to take in the entire room at once, her gentle steps steady as always.
The women still in the house looked up at her arrival. Hanabi was the first to speak.
"You came back at a good time," Hanabi said with a grin, her nine tails flicking. "You missed a lot while you were away."
Iris tilted her head slightly, listening as they began to talk. One after another, they started recounting the last few days — from the training session to the chaotic time-accelerated room with Vira, and finally to last night's bath.
At first, Iris listened quietly.
But as the details grew more vivid, her expression changed: the faintest flush crept up her pale cheeks, and her lips parted slightly in surprise. She sat very still, hands folded in her lap, as each of them described their experiences.
By the time they finished, the blindfolded girl was unmistakably red from ear to ear.
"I… I see," she said finally, her voice soft and hesitant. "You all… went that far with him?"
Hanabi leaned forward with a playful grin. "Mhm. Everyone here has, except you."
That simple statement made Iris stiffen.
"I–I know," she whispered.
The words carried no resentment, only a quiet, thoughtful tone. She adjusted the blindfold slightly, taking a slow breath.
Then, softly, almost shyly, she said, "...But I am curious."
The room went quiet.
Her hand tightened slightly on her robe as she continued, a faint tremor in her voice:
"That bath you described… if it's really that pure, that healing… may I try it? Just the bath."
Ciel's golden eyes softened, and she smiled. "Of course. If that's what you want, we can show you."
Hanabi grinned. "You'll see. It's like sinking into magic itself."
Alex, standing behind them, watched quietly.
Iris, though blindfolded, turned slightly in his direction.
"And… if I want to try," she asked softly, "will you come too?"
Ciel rose gracefully, her silver hair trailing behind her like a river of light.
"Come," she said softly, holding out a hand. "I'll guide you."
Iris hesitated for just a moment before placing her hand gently into Ciel's. The blindfolded girl let herself be led, step by careful step, as the others followed them down the wide hall to the main bathroom.
The door opened.
Inside, the massive stone tub that Alex had teleported the previous night gleamed under the soft light.
Even now, the water—if it could still be called water—was milky and warm, swirling slowly with a faint golden shimmer.
The scent that hung in the air was clean and sweet, a strange mixture of heat and serenity.
Hanabi whispered, "You'll love it," her nine tails swishing.
Morgan added coolly, "It's not just relaxing. It feels like… purification."
Iris stood at the edge, tilting her head as if to listen to the soft rippling sound.
Her voice was quiet, almost reverent:
"It feels alive."
One by one, the women began to undress without shame. This was no ordinary bath—it had become a ritual between them now. Ciel helped Iris remove her robe gently, and soon they stepped in together.
The moment Iris sank into the liquid, she froze.
It was as if warmth wrapped around her entire being.
The liquid clung to her skin like silk, seeping into every pore, dissolving tension she hadn't even realized she carried. The faint scent calmed her mind instantly.
Her lips parted slightly. "Ah…"
Hanabi laughed softly. "Feels good, right?"
"It's… more than that," Iris whispered.
"It's as if… everything heavy in me is melting away."
Ciel guided her to sit beside her, and soon the others joined, circling the massive tub. The warmth swirled around them, and even though Iris could not see, she could feel the presence of everyone around her—soft, strong, alive.
As time passed, the blindfolded girl tilted her head back, her silver hair fanning out in the white liquid, golden eyes hidden beneath the cloth.
"This is… incredible," she said softly. "It feels like a spring that can heal both body and spirit."
For the next few hours, they simply soaked.
The liquid never cooled.The air remained warm, fragrant, and comforting.Every muscle in Iris's body relaxed, and even the faint traces of exhaustion in her aura began to fade.
By the time they finally rose from the bath, her cheeks were faintly flushed, her posture lighter, and her voice calm.
"I understand now," Iris admitted as she dried herself.
"Why you all love this."
Ciel smiled and gently patted her shoulder.
"And now you are part of it too."
Steam curled around them as the women slowly rose from the great bath, the white liquid streaming down their skin in silken trails. No one hurried. They dried themselves quietly, each step unhurried, as if they feared to break the fragile stillness that had settled over the room.
Iris, her blindfold still damp at the edges, stood a little apart for a moment, her silver hair cascading down her back like liquid metal. She drew in a slow, deep breath, then exhaled, as if releasing the last of something heavy that had weighed on her.
"I see now," she said softly. "This isn't just a bath. It's… a sanctuary."
Ciel came up beside her, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "And now it's yours as well."
Together, they stepped out of the room, leaving behind the faint warmth that still radiated from the pool. The house beyond was quiet, bathed in the mellow light of late afternoon.
For the first time in a long time, everyone felt lighter.
And for Iris, the world felt a little brighter—even if she could not see it.