Triple penetration might be a phrase only a certain number of people had ever heard, and even fewer had ever experienced.
While Cecilia might have thrown her willingness around, declaring it casually anywhere, she knew it would take lots and lots of work. Preparation. Planning. And some external help.
She opened the lowest drawer of her nightstand and pulled out two bottles. They landed on her bed with soft, solid thuds, their labels crisp, their seals intact. Natural lubricant. Medical grade. Plentiful.
"Yes." Cecilia's hand pressed to her chest, her chin raised with pride. "This is foresight on my part." She gestured grandly at the bottles. "Also, this magic world's delivery services and its medical grade lubricant businesses."
Arkai stared at the bottles. His brain was visibly rebooting. "When…" His voice was faint. "When did you—"
"Since Oathran's turn." Cecilia said. "With Eastiel's money."
She puffed up slightly.
