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Chapter 32 - Pleasant morning

Ethan felt kisses on his lips. It felt pleasant. He did not want to open his eyes. He was afraid the kisses would stop. The continued pecks teased him. He knew it was Lucy, her scent giving her away. Ethan kissed back, enjoying her soft lips. He could feel her straddling his leg and her flower pressed onto his leg. Her hands were beneath her on his chest. Lucy bent to the side and kissed his earlobe.

"Squee, Thank you."

She kissed him twice, and then Wendy moved in and kissed him. The kisses felt different, and she held her kisses longer. Wendy pulled his lower lip gently with her teeth. Wendy was straddling his leg. Wendy rubbed herself gently on his leg. The kissing lasted for two minutes, and then she lay her head on his chest. The room's temperature rose because of the chimney, and he could feel Lucy and Wendy holding hands. He opened his eyes and saw silver hair and elf ears. He kissed the top of her head. Wendy lifted her head.

"Hail, you are finally awake."

"Alas, could we kiss a bit longer?"

Wendy leaned forward, and Lucy moved up as well. Ethan took kissing turns between the two. After half an hour of kissing, they decided to go for a bath. Ethan waited for the two as he lay under the blankets.

After half an hour, they returned, towels thrown off their naked bodies on the ground. Wendy and Lucy got under the blankets, soft flesh hugging him. He reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom. Ethan was in shock. He had just spent a morning making out with two beauties. Their soft lips and bodies lingered in his mind, their scents mingled, making a symphony. Their skill regeneration had healed them entirely. The meal had saturated all of them.

Sophia had notified him that they should be fine for three days. He had abundant resources, from meat and wine. She noted that the spiced wine had more resources than the regular wine. He would have wasted resources if he did not have the two girls to share with. Ethan felt guilty at a stage last night when he had slipped a finger in each of their wet entrances. Their moans, loud noises, motions, and shuddering had intensified dramatically. He had become very aroused at that stage and had to focus.

Sophia talked him down from the edge. He remembered her words.

"Alas, we will teach you to share essence effectively with them."

Ethan felt excited but also fearful. Would he be okay, or would they reject him like the villagers did after they assessed him and found that he had no cultivation base? What if he did not have what it took? Would his core shun him or shut down?

He felt a pain stab his heart, his stomach twirled, and he suddenly felt nauseous. Real women, with their soft charms and intoxicating scent, terrified Ethan. He lay in the bath, the warm water relaxing his stiff shoulders.

Ethan could hear Sophia calling him to the mountain. Ethan closed his eyes and soon appeared between the five women.

"Alas, I am here."

He was reclining in a chair, and the women stood around him, their silk dresses transparent. A girl with sapphire blue hair and eyes bent down.

"Alas, morning."

Ethan recognised her voice. It was Ting-Ting; she had long, sapphire blue hair and blue eyes. She kissed him, teasing his lips. Then Sophia bent down and kissed him with her long white hair and blue eyes. He could feel a tear run down his face into his beard. Mei greeted him. She bent down, her long ivory hair flowing like silk and her royal blue eyes gentle. Zelda came next with her long orange hair and blue eyes. Then Lilly, her long black hair shining and her royal blue eyes alive with mischief. She held the kiss for a minute, pressing her medium breasts onto his chest.

"Alas, Ethan, I have wanted to do this for a long time."

Ethan could feel tears running freely. Sophia touched his beard, and he could see her eyes filled with tears. He could see that all of them were crying with joy, just as he was. Sophia let go of his beard.

"Alas, you need to go to the academy."

Ethan stirred in the big tub, and the water still felt warm. He felt he had only been there for four minutes. Finally, meeting the voices behind the weapons stirred feelings inside him. He had worried for them.

He would lie awake at night thinking about what they did or where they were when he did not use them for extended periods.

Did they only come alive when he used them?

It was one of the haunting questions he had struggled with through the years. He cared deeply for the voices from his weapons, and he treated his weapons like his own body. Ethan honed his body into a weapon through his martial arts so as not to place his weapons at risk of breaking. Being a lonely wanderer, he knew isolation well and its effects on the mind. They were his family and kept him sane in the forest and his cabin, especially in winter when the snow lay up to the waist. The orphanage would be closed to outsiders. He did not see Heather or her lover for months, and the elementals stayed clear of the realm then. The Divine nexus could be lethal in the winter.

Ethan returned to the room and had to dress before the girls. They gave him no privacy. What could he do? He had seen them naked; they had the same privilege; fair was fair.

"Alas, do we have everything we need?"

Ethan took his weapons with him and wondered if their training would be interrupted by the human students. Wendy and Lucy chatted excitedly. This would be their first time receiving training. Ethan knew the professors wanted the demi-humans to quit. They were assholes. Ethan would make a point to show him the error of his ways when the opportunity presented itself. Penny handed them wrapped packets of food and flasks filled with grape mead. Shaw and the kids waved goodbye outside the door. Ethan spotted a big advert down the street on the side of a building. It had not been there yesterday.

"Squee, this feels like a real family. Ethan, our husband, and we are his wives."

Wendy swallowed loudly and looked at the shop owner down the street, who had placed a sign outside. It was a sandwich shop that catered to people going to work. Kids stood with their parents as they bought lunch boxes for everyone. Buying food was a lot cheaper than making it yourself.

Lucy gave them a rundown on taxes as they walked.

"Squee, the king had a simplified system for taxes and business and encouraged them to excel. Each person paid a copper per month towards the king, and coming into villages from the main road would set you back a copper in toll fees, which went to the town's counsel. There were no other taxes to pay. The palace was the only institute that sold manna potions. The palace would then buy the manna gems that the guild received from the adventurers, which were four silver coins each, and make them into manna potions for the people. Small manna gems would create hundreds of potions, and the more giant stones would create thousands."

Ethan turned back from the sidewalk that he had been eyeing. The ad showed a restaurant with dishes that Ethan had never seen before. His appetite for exploring the culinary delights grew. He would love to take Wendy and Lucy there as soon as possible. Did they see dishes that they would like to try?

"Hail, that sounds nice to me. Two silver coins pay for our lodging. Being married, you need silver coins for that. Getting rings and other things cost silver coins."

As Wendy commented on Lucy's statement, Ethan was pulled out of his thoughts about food.

"Alas, that sounds perfect. We should do it as soon as possible."

He did not listen to them and was surprised when the two suddenly straightened their backs and walked ahead, their ears twitching severely. Ethan wondered what he had done. They walked ahead and left him alone like that.

Sophia laughed as she spoke.

"Alas, Ethan, you just said you wanted to marry them."

"Alas, WHAT."

He stumbled over his feet, his arms cartwheeling as he caught himself before falling, forgetting that he could fly. As he ran past them, Wendy and Lucy stared at him. His arms were like windmills. He caught his balance, relieved that he did not fall, and held onto a tree.

"Alas, that was close."