We went too far. We got way too into our bathtub intercourse session,
making excuses like “Oh, what’s one more blowjob” and “Might as well cum again, since I’m still hard,” and before I knew it, my two wives were groggy enough that they had a hard time toweling off and getting dressed.
“Lord Chris, I won’t ask you to suppress your youthful urges, but I do worry for the well-being of your two partners.”
At breakfast, the head maid Marthe (age 55), the tailor’s wife, had me sit on the floor while she lectured me.
My two wives lay groggily on the couch, where the maids tended to them.
“Goodness! I realize you young men have no limit to your lust, but that doesn’t mean your poor, well-bred wives can keep up with you! You’ve got to think about these things!”
“Y-Yes, ma’am. You’re right. I apologize for my lack of consideration toward Olivia and Diane.”
She lectured me for a good while. By the time we made it to breakfast, it might as well have been time for a slightly early lunch.
Though they were around my age, my two wives hadn’t yet recuperated enough energy to enjoy a date. The maids suggested that I use my magic to help the girls recover, but if we came to rely on magic too much in our day-to-day life, we would lose our natural resistance to magic. They said that sounded counterintuitive, but while I could explain the theory behind it, there was little point in assaying an explanation when they lacked the foundational magical knowledge. So I settled for saying “Relying too much on overly convenient things is bad for you,” and they were satisfied.
So I sat on the sofa and let my wives rest their heads in my lap. I figured I might as well read a book, while I was there, and asked a maid to bring me one. But as soon as I opened the book, ready to lose myself in the joys of reading…
“Lord Chris, you have a visitor: Salima, the leader of a mercenary band called the Dragons of the Scorching Sand.”
I was not acquainted with any mercenaries or the like, and I certainly didn’t remember summoning one. But if they wanted to visit, I didn’t mind, considering I had no plans for the day other than lazing about.
I got up, taking care not to wake the two girls sleeping in my lap, and made my way to the drawing room.
“Leader of a mercenary band” brought to mind a stern, muscular man,
but Salima was a woman’s name. I tried to mentally adjust my image, replacing the man with a woman, and… Ugh, never mind. Not a pretty picture.
Regretting my failure to ask the maid what the visitor was like, I opened the door to the drawing room. There, I found a beauty who looked to be in her mid-thirties. Her black, kinky hair was tied up in the back, giving her an energetic air. Salima was tall with a killer figure, and she greeted me with an amiable smile.
“Hey there, nice to meetcha. Name’s Salima. I live down the street, in another of the mansions.”
My second impression, when she cheerfully offered me a handshake, was that she was like a bear walking upright. Though she wore normal clothes, her exposed hands and feet were firm and muscular, like a coiled cat, ready to strike. Had I tried to fight her without my magic, she would probably have killed me in an instant.
“Nice to meet you too. My name’s Chris. I’m just some wizard, but a bunch of crazy stuff happened, and now here I am.”
“Hah, I had you pegged for a good guy the moment I saw you, Mr. Hero.
I saw that wolf titan’s corpse at the Prince’s place yesterday! If I were thirty years younger, hoo boy, I’d be in your bed so damn fast! Hahah!”
She clapped her hand on my back a few times, which hurt a great deal. I asked her if word had gotten around about my victory over the titan yesterday, and I learned that every last adventurer and mercenary in the area already knew.
“By the goddess, my guild is just a big ol’ family of penniless idiots and dumb kids I picked up on the battlefield. I owe you one for taking care of the titan so we didn’t have to fight it. Honestly, the lot of ’em would’ve croaked if they got anywhere near the thing.”
For the development work, one of the first major hurdles to be overcome was subjugating the titans. Everyone involved had begun preparations for a long, arduous war, and the first to die would be the people fighting at the front lines: mercenaries like Salima’s guild. She sighed as she explained.
“I signed on to the project because I hoped that me and my losers could make something of ourselves. Honestly, we got a heck of a lot warmer welcome than I ever expected. They gave us this huge mansion, and my losers are partying away there now.”
Mercenaries were usually not much more than cannon fodder in battle, but they could own land and a home, and even becoming nobility wasn’t so far out of reach. Salima’s mercenary group’s morale was higher than ever at this point, but she was burdened with the knowledge that, in the battle against a titan, there would be sacrifices.
“And heheheh, what do you know? I went out to sell some monster parts, and bam! The beast is dead! I thought it was a dream, so I had to pinch a subordinate’s cheek just to be sure! Gahahahah!”
Whack, whack, whack!
Stop hitting me every time you laugh. It hurts! Besides, when you think you’re dreaming, you’re supposed to pinch your own cheek.