Hearing her words like this surely made me feel that my life as an isekai character has begun, as now there's no way I am going to let my life go again in the drain of virginity. As I started to get cozy with her and move closer bit by bit, well, seeing such closeness, Ashoka started to think, "What if we both started to fuck in the carriage only?" As the moment of frustrations started to appear on his face, as he spoke, "Hey, you both now, don't just start fucking in the carriage, as this is my carriage, and clearly your creep of a bastard brother didn't give money for it, so don't even think about ruining it." Hearing his words again broke that pace and brought a kind of awkwardness to our closeness. As I looked at that bastard with a grin, I clearly knew what this anger was all about. Of course, it was all for Niona, as he must have thought about banging this beauty, but here this father tamed her like a wild cat. Well, it's not like I am thinking of ruining his fantasies with her, so he can have her if he wants, as I won't mind for a brother like Ashoka, but you see, my virgin instincts keep telling me that this beauty clearly wants my dick and wants me to treat her like a real slut. Well, I can't think badly about it, as surely Ashoka was thinking of approaching her with that caring and loving manner, but this girl doesn't need that; she only needs my massive treasure that is sleeping in my pants. But just kidding, as surely, of course, if he wants her, then surely I would give her to him, but well, surely after having that night with her, that steamy night is going to make sure if the things that I read and saw in my world about women's bodies are true or if there's more to it. Well, seeing this increase in awkwardness, I smiled and told her that I will return in a few moments, as her face also became insanely red. As she started to look out of the carriage, I stood up from there and came to Ashoka and Otaku's side and spoke, "You jerk, why are you again and again trying to ruin my few nice moments with her? I know that you also have naughty thoughts about her, but you see, you didn't even properly talk to her, and it's not like I am going to hold her like a bird in a cage, as surely I like freedom. If you win her, then of course you can have her." Hearing my concern, he spoke in pretty warm expressions—well, way too warm, enough to burn me to death: "Yeah, bastard, feasting on your brother's treasury and calling yourself brother, you jerk. If you know I have a crush on her, then why are you trying to fuck only my girl? Think about it. And as I am pretty serious about her, as I have known her for the past 6 or 7 years and I have liked her since then, and due to our differences in nature, we just always start fighting before even talking properly, so instead of trying to fuck my girl, why don't you go to any brothel or something?" Hearing his words surely made me realize that this bastard was truly in deep love with her, as surely I can give him a philosophy class and make him side with my way, but thinking about the mentality he has for her surely made me think properly about this matter, as surely I wasn't in love or anything with her, as I was clearly after her figure, and I made sure that she wouldn't hope for love from me. Love is really a complicated matter, and I can't just randomly fall in love, so I spoke with a pretty firm expression: "Well, but are you sure that you want her only? If yes, then of course I can move aside and even make a proper way for you to her. But you see, you have to accept her decision no matter what, as surely I have no love interest for anybody, so don't think I would just like gulp her, as surely friendship is a different matter, and of course I will remain friends with her. So you tell me your serious resolve, as love surely shouldn't be just based on the appearance or behavior of that person. So if you also like her, like me, only for her body and for her friendly nature, then we can talk to her directly, as I don't want to give any false hope to anybody." Hearing my words, he started to show a stern and firm expression, nodded, and spoke, "Yes, I am serious about her, but I am not planning to, like, throw marriage on her head if she isn't ready and other stuff, so I am pretty confident." Hearing his words, I smiled and gave a mischievous smile and spoke, "Ok, but hey, will you, like, share her? Like, while fucking? I mean, you know that threesome thing, and I am more like a brother to you, and of course she sees me as a friend, so will you give me a heh-heh chance of fucking her with you?" Hearing my answer and this strange question, his expression started to get darkened, and I was feeling kind of pressure from his expression as I started to prepare for retreat, but my request was pretty reasonable, as I was patching him up with her, and it's not like he is going to invite me every time he has sex with her. So I think that these many efforts are worthy of my request, but surely serious bastards never share their holdings even after understanding our efforts, which we wasted on patching them up. Well, I was expecting a big uproar from him, but he spoke in a pretty calm manner: "Well, sure, Onam, if she ever asked me about a threesome, I would call you also, as I know if you managed to entangle me with her, it would be nothing less than a miracle. So yeah, of course!" Hearing his pretty straightforward and clear answer, I felt something was amiss, but even after checking with skill, he came pretty clear out. As we were talking about these things, we noticed that something was approaching our carriage—an attack—as everybody's expression changed.
