The road from Tark to Queeca is somewhat long. It winds through a low-lying wetland dotted with small and large oases west of Tark, crosses an arid desert on camelback, traverses the gently protruding Auros Mountains from the south, and finally reaches Queeca via carriage across a fertile plain.
While the Flying Dragon courier service could cover this distance in a single day, riding it requires official request documents issued by the Central Military Command. In emergencies, one may be forced to board without prior approval, but a written explanation will be demanded afterward; if the journey is for personal reasons, a fine may even be imposed.
Since their travel itinerary has already been submitted via postal letter carried by the Flying Dragon from Tark’s base, they can rely on the courier to meet them immediately in case of urgency—so there is no need to rush.
Zieg Becker and his two new wives were making their way slowly toward Queeca in a carriage.
“Being naked under an apron must be a woman’s dream,” Ariel said.
In the private room of an inn that night, Zieg and Rose exchanged startled glances at her words.
“It may sound romantic for men,” Rose remarked.
”…I’ve never heard anyone call it a ‘woman’s dream’ before.”
“Eh? But… isn’t it exactly what women would want?”
Zieg, clearly flustered, held up his palm toward Rose and passed the question back to her. Rose groaned, looking equally perplexed.
“Normally, only men would find that appealing,” she said.
“W-well, I do like it… but—”
“Why?”
“Because this isn’t cosplay—it’s a real naked apron!”
”?”
So there are both cosplays and genuine versions of the naked apron?
Even Zieg paused for a moment, unable to grasp the meaning, twisting his head in confusion.
Ariel clasped her hands before her chest, holding them as if cradling something precious, and continued:
“After all… being naked while wearing an apron. It’s a bit erotic, yes, but it’s not just the uniform of a new wife’s job. It’s a costume for a lovely housewife who teases her husband while still doing her household duties properly—a loving outfit for two people who can indulge each other without limits at home. Of course men find it appealing, but I think it also symbolizes an ideal life for women too♪”
”…Becker, do you understand?”
“I’m not even a woman myself, so don’t ask me. But if she’s happy with it, that’s all that matters.”
“Aaaahhh… I thought I’d fallen into the world of prostitution and could only ever pretend at such things in a childish way… I never imagined I could truly become a cute housewife in a real naked apron!”
Perhaps this was a realization unique to a woman who, as a prostitute, had nearly lost her chance at genuine happiness.
By the way, Ariel and Rose were currently dressed exactly as described—the “naked apron” look. Though they hadn’t yet arrived at Zieg’s home, it had become customary for them to greet him in bed that very attire each night, given how strongly Zieg was excited by the idea. Rose reluctantly went along with it, reasoning that it was slightly less embarrassing than waiting completely naked—but only now did the true reason behind Ariel’s enthusiastic participation become clear. ”…W-well, I know this is a bit late to say, Mr. Zieg, but please don’t come all this way just to tell me it was all a joke!” “N-no, no, no! I’m going to make you my proper wife. No—I mean, please become my wife!” ”…Yes.” With a melted expression, Ariel nodded softly. In fact, Zieg confirmed this once every day. Haunted by the experience of being deceived and falling into prostitution, he had developed deep-seated insecurities. Rose sighed as she looked at Ariel, who carried a psychology reminiscent of her own—a rootless, lonely half-elf, for better or worse.
Well, she’s a pitiful girl, and her figure isn’t bad either. If that’s Sieg’s kindness, then it wouldn’t be a bad thing for the two of them to gradually heal each other as family. Rose was a woman of broad-mindedness who could allow such a thing.
In short, all that matters is not losing as a woman. Even if you lose, you can win again next time and make up for it.
…Such a sportsmanlike view of love’s battle royale is something only an ogre woman would possess.
“By the way, does Rose have any such particular preferences?” Sieg sat on the bed, took off his jacket, and handed it to Ariel while asking Rose. Ariel threaded the jacket onto a hanger and hung it on the wall, glancing sideways as she swayed her cute rear end back and forth to stretch out wrinkles and wipe away dust. Meanwhile, Rose crossed her arms.
“I… hmm. I don’t have any particular preferences…”
She paused for a few seconds.
“If I had to say one thing, it’s just the desire to be held while my belly swells with pregnancy and milk is squeezed from me.”
”…”
“Fufu, isn’t that normal?”
”…No, I don’t think many people would say that before getting pregnant.”
“So? Well, I admit it’s somewhat abnormal, but as far as the level of abnormality goes, it’s not much different from a guy’s crossdressing hobby, is it?”
“No, hmm. I get excited by it myself.”
Human male Sieg Becker, 39 years old. He couldn’t possibly understand the average values of ogre women or dark elf women.
“Then you’ll do it for me? That was the only thing worrying me. When I heard about my young wives, they said that when a man’s belly gets big, he starts to dislike being touched and loses interest.”
While handing over his shirt, Sieg and Ariel exchanged glances.
“From that information alone, it seems clear that this act is quite on the abnormal side.”
“Yes…”
“W-wait, so does that mean if Ariel gets pregnant, she’d be satisfied even if she’s left alone until childbirth!?”
“No, well, considering the safety of the child, at least a little bit… But I’ve heard that ogre girls are far less prone to miscarriage than other races.”
“Hmm. So they can do something like that, right? Even my young wives have been complaining about it… and I admit I was influenced to some extent.”
Rose looked away with a slightly awkward expression.
By the way, she’s actually the female foreman of a large construction company, Sieg thought again. Her majestic beauty and youthful innocence in matters of romance, combined with her cool mask that cracks as soon as something is inserted into her vagina, make her incredibly easy to tease. He sometimes forgets how important she truly is. It was strangely delightful to see such a woman calmly—well, slightly flustered—discussing the possibility of carrying Sieg’s child. Sieg leaned closer to Rose, massaged her breast through her apron, and whispered with all his might, trying to tickle her core.
“Well, as long as it’s you, I’ll let you lick my penis even during childbirth.”
”…♪”
Rose shivered slightly, her eyes narrowing a bit. Her expression was filled with happiness.
“W-well, I… I want to give birth while licking Mr. Sieg’s… uh…”
Ariel leaned in from the other side.
Sieg was now completely naked, his semi-erect member asserting itself in the corner of both women’s vision.
”…Y-yes, that’s right, Becker. It’s unfair if only our wishes are fulfilled. Don’t you have any such desires?”
“I know you love your bare apron… but… hmm?”
Both women reached out to touch his member from opposite sides while whispering to him.
”…………” As Sieg’s prized member was rubbed against Ariel’s right hand and Rose’s left, he swallowed hard with a throaty gulp and muttered, “Just once…”
”?”
”?”
With a serious expression.
“A round of super-hot, love-filled, erotic fun surrounded by about twenty girls… uh-oh!?”
Rose’s elbow shot up, striking Sieg’s chin. “You man!”
“Haha, oh come on.”
Ariel giggled softly and leaned over the face of Sieg, who had fallen backward onto the bed.
“Then… let’s make it happen.”
“Ariel?”
“Ehehe… actually… I’m really good at that kind of thing.”
When Sieg regained consciousness after a brief lapse, Ariel’s face was right before his eyes—mid-kiss.
“Mn…h…”
“Mm…?”
And between his legs, double fellatio: two tongues licking his prized member from both sides. Someone else was licking his anus too. His fingers and toes were all being licked by someone. Everything at once.
“Mm-ah…!?”
“Mn-ha… Come on, Sieg-san, even during a kiss—”
“W-wait a minute!”
With his limbs pinned down, he pushed Ariel away with his lips, lifting her head just enough to look around using only his neck and shoulders. What he saw was nothing short of astonishing.
Ten Ariels and ten Roses were frantically devouring every part of Sieg’s body. At the edges of the bed and scattered around them stood more Ariels and Roses who couldn’t fit close, their lust-filled eyes roaming over chests hidden beneath aprons and crotches as they fumbled eagerly.
“W-what’s going on…?”
“If you really wanted to know, Sieg-san, you’d figure it out yourself, wouldn’t you?”
”…Ah.”
Illusion magic. He had completely forgotten that, but dark elves are still part of the elf race. Most elves are a species that masters magic.
“If I just concentrate my mind, I should be able to tell which is real and which is an illusion… I’m totally amateurish with magic, but Sieg-san, this is your job, right?”
”…No, I’ll pass.”
Zieg deliberately surrendered his senses to the pleasure of being licked all over and the sounds of masturbation.
“It’s amazing,” he said.
”…That’s great♪”
Ariel smiled brightly and resumed kissing Zieg.
After being licked all over for more than ten minutes, once his erection was fully hardened, the tool of service moved from his mouth to her lower body.
“Haa… ah, ahh…”
“Nfu, nnnn…”
“Kk, uuu… uuuu!”
“It’s in… it’s in!”
Ariel straddled his erection and lowered her hips onto it.
Her right hand was inserted into both her vagina and anus.
Her left hand was being used as a tool for Rose’s masturbation.
Rose was straddling his face.
Ariel rubbed her labia against his left shin.
His right toe was completely swallowed inside Rose’s vagina.
“Nfu, n, aaah… wow… Zieg-san’s fingers are amazing… sooo amazing…”
“Becca-san, lift your legs higher… kick my pussy… fuck me with your toes!!”
“Zieg-san’s penis feels so good… I want to get pregnant by Becca-san’s penis… mine, yes, make mine pregnant!”
“Aaaah, I want it too! Make me feel good too, Becca-san!”
“Zieg-san, you can be rougher… mess me up completely!!”
Many Ariels and Roses thrust their carnal desires at Zieg.
They waved their aprons wildly on top of him, covering his entire body with saliva and love fluids.
“N, buh… ngu, oh buh…”
While his face was sticky with love fluid, Zieg licked and sucked Rose’s crotch, trembling all over, enduring the sensation of her vagina stimulating his own.
He didn’t know what was happening anymore.
His whole body was covered in women, in aprons, in love.
“Nnnnnnnoooooooo!!”
As he roared into the pussy pressed against his face, Zieg ejaculated.
One ejaculation wasn’t enough.
Again and again, while penetrating and being penetrated by women with his entire body, he repeated the act of ejaculation.
”…For us, it was just a normal threeway,” said one voice.
“For Zieg-san, it must have been a twenty-one-way♪” replied another.
“That’s incredible… where did you learn such techniques?” asked a third.
“The illusion magic was naturally learned from parents and friends during childhood… but using it like this? Probably since I entered the brothel. It doesn’t work well with dark elf clients, but human travelers often seem satisfied just by air sex before leaving.”
“Heretic…”
“It doesn’t matter much; the gains are roughly the same.”
”…By the way, if I were to have that done to me… in a gang rape by Becker or something like that…”
“I can do it?”
”…S-some other time then.”
“Mm-hmm♪”
When Sieg woke up, the Ariels and Roses, each group of ten, had vanished.
The remaining single Ariels were chatting and laughing at the edge of the bed.
”…Ugh. I’m super exhausted.”
“Oh, you’re awake. Good work, Sieg-san.”
”…I feel like I wasted quite a lot of shots.”
The Ariels and Roses who drained Sieg should have been mostly illusions.
Though he’d gotten carried away and ejaculated repeatedly, both of them were fairly serious about aiming for pregnancy, so surely they wouldn’t want him wasting his efforts? That’s what Sieg thought with his foggy mind.
But…
“Wasted shots?”
“Not a single drop was wasted.”
As the two lifted their hips, their buttocks and upper thighs were smeared with copious amounts of cloudy white fluid.
“Thank you for the feast♪”
”…You’re welcome.”
While thinking about trivial things like why someone wearing an apron is being treated to something by someone not wearing one, Sieg was utterly drained. Queeka is still far away.