The road from Tark to Queeka is somewhat lengthy. To reach it, one must traverse the low-lying wetlands formed by a series of oases stretching westward from Tark, cross the arid deserts atop dromedaries, scale the gently protruding Auros Mountain Range from the south, and finally ride through the fertile small plain before arrival. While flying dragons could cover this distance in a single day, riding them requires official requisition forms submitted from the Military Central Command. Though exceptions occur during emergencies without prior approval, riders are compelled to write detailed after-action reports afterward; those traveling for private reasons may even face fines. Since their itinerary has already been submitted via postal message carried by flying dragons from Tark’s base, a flying dragon will come to greet them should any emergency arise. There is no real urgency anyway.
Sieg and his two new wives traveled slowly toward Queeka in a carriage.
“‘Naked aprons’ are a woman’s dream, aren’t they?”
In a private room at an inn that night. At Ariel’s words, Sieg and Rose exchanged startled glances.
“It sounds like men’s romance to me,” Sieg replied.
”…I’ve never heard it called ‘a woman’s dream’ before.”
“Eh? But… it is a woman’s dream, right?”
Sieg, clearly flustered, held up his palm toward Rose and tossed the problem her way. Rose groaned, looking equally confused.
“Normally, only men would find that pleasing,” she muttered.
“W-what makes you happy about it…”
“Why?”
“‘Cause it’s not cosplay—it’s a real naked apron!”
”…”
Was there truly such a thing as “real” versus “cosplay” when it came to naked aprons? Even Sieg paused, twisting his neck uncertainly to try and grasp the meaning.
Ariel clasped her hands together in front of her chest, holding them tightly as if cradling something precious, then spoke: “‘Cause… naked + apron. Yeah, it’s a little hot, but it’s not the actual outfit for a new wife’s job. It’s the look of a cute, loving housewife who flirts with her husband while still getting chores done properly—two lovers freely indulging each other without limits within the home. Of course, men find that appealing, but I think it symbolizes an ideal life even as a woman♪”
”…Becker, do you get me?”
“You’re asking someone who isn’t even a woman to understand? Anyway, if she’s happy about it, there’s no better way.”
“Aaaahhh, gaaleetana. Well… I thought that once I’d fallen into prostitution, things like this would only ever be possible in some kind of play-doh imitation anymore. Seriously, I never imagined I could end up as a genuinely cute wife in a real naked apron.”
Perhaps it was an insight born only of a woman who had almost lost out on a respectable happiness while working as a prostitute.
By the way, Ariel and Rose were currently in full naked-apron mode. Though they hadn’t yet reached Sieg’s home, given that Sieg got so wildly excited by the concept of naked aprons, it had gradually become customary to greet him in bed dressed exactly like that every night. Rose hesitantly complied because waiting completely naked felt a bit too shameful—but only recently had the real reason behind Ariel’s enthusiastic participation finally come to light.
”…W-well… sorry for saying this now, Mr. Sieg, but you haven’t got any plans to say it was just ‘play’ and leave me hanging again, right?”
“N-no, no, no! I’ll make her my proper wife. No—please let her become my wife!”
”…Yes.”
Ariel nodded with a melted, blissful expression on her face. In fact, this confirmation was checked daily. Having once been deceived herself and fallen into prostitution, Ariel had developed deep-seated insecurities that made her suspicious of everything. Rose sighed. Well, good or bad, Ariel harbored a psychology strikingly similar to Sieg’s: that of a rootless, lonely half-elf. Still, since the girl was pitiful enough, quite beautiful in her own right, and if this gentleness came from Sieg, then allowing them to heal each other slowly as a family wouldn’t be bad either. Rose was a woman of boundless tolerance; she could permit it. The point was simply that women must never lose—not even once. Even if they did lose now, they’d just win again next time and make up for it.
…Such a love battle royale overflowing with sportsmanship is indeed something unique to ogre women.
“By the way, Rose… do you have any such strict preferences yourself?” Sieg sat down on the bed, took off his coat, handed it to Ariel, and turned to ask Rose.
Ariel hung the shirt over a hook on the wall, then swung her cute ass back and forth to stretch the wrinkles while brushing off dust, as Rose watched with half-lidded eyes before folding her arms.
“I… hmm. I don’t have any particular hang-ups…”
She paused for a few seconds.
“If I had to say one thing, it’s that I’d want to be fucked while my belly swells from pregnancy and while my breasts are being milked.”
”…”
“Huh? Isn’t that normal?”
”…No, isn’t there very few people who’d say something like that before they get pregnant?”
“Right? Well, I’ll admit it’s a bit abnormal, but in terms of how extreme the kink is, it’s no different than guys into cross-dressing, right?”
“Huh. Maybe. I actually get turned on by it.”
Human male Sieg Becker, thirty-nine years old. He’d never stand a chance trying to understand the average values of ogre women or dark elf women.
“So you’ll do it, then? That’s what I was worried about. I heard from my younger wives that once a woman’s belly gets big, men start avoiding her and don’t want to touch her anymore.”
Sieg and Ariel exchanged glances as he handed over the shirt.
“That information makes it sound like this act is pretty abnormal, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…”
“Then if you’re fine with being left alone until after you give birth once you get pregnant, Ariel!?”
“No, well, I suppose considering the safety of the baby… Though I’ve heard ogre girls are way less likely to miscarry than other races.”
“Hm. That’s why my younger wives have been complaining that it shouldn’t be too much of a problem either way… I’ll admit they probably had some influence on me.”
Rose looks a little awkward and averting her gaze.
By the way, she’s the female foreman of that huge construction union, isn’t she? Sieg thought, realizing this more clearly now. With her commanding beauty and youthful innocence when it comes to love affairs, plus that cool mask of indifference that cracks as soon as someone probes just a bit too far into her vagina, she’s surprisingly easy to pick on. He’d sometimes forget how important a figure she really is.
And yet, seeing such an important woman calmly… no, slightly flustered—as she speaks with him based on the assumption he’ll get her pregnant—made Sieg feel incredibly happy. Leaning in close, he began massaging her breast through her apron, whispering in as devoted a tone as he could muster to tickle her core.
“Well, if you’re okay with it, I’m willing to let you suck my cock even while you’re giving birth.”
”…♪”
She shivered visibly, her eyes narrowing slightly. A happy expression on her face.
“W-well, I… I want to give Sieg-san a baby while sucking his dick… okay?”
Ariel moved in from the opposite side.
Sieg wasn’t wearing anything else anymore; his semi-erect cock asserted itself in the corner of both women’s vision.
”…Y-Yeah, Becker. If we keep granting only our own wishes, that wouldn’t be fair. Don’t you have any like that?”
“I know you love bare aprons… don’t I?”
Both women reached out to touch his manhood as they whispered from either side.
”…”
As Sieg rubbed his erection against Ariel’s right hand and Rose’s left, he swallowed hard and said in a quiet voice.
“Just once…”
”?”
”?”
With a serious expression.
“A super hot, lovey-dovey fuck where I’m surrounded by about twenty girls… Whoa!?”
Rose flinched her elbow upward, hitting Sieg in the chin.
“You guy!”
“Haha, hey hey, calm down.”
Ariel giggled mischievously, leaning over to peek at Sieg’s face as he lay sprawled on his back in the bed.
“Then… I’ll grant your wish.”
“Ariel?”
“Heheh, actually… I’m really good at that sort of thing.”
When Sieg regained consciousness from that fleeting loss of awareness, there was Ariel’s face right before his eyes—mid-kiss.
“Mn…”
“Hm…?”
And between their legs, she was giving him a double blowjob; the sensation of two tongues swirling around his member from both sides.
Someone was licking his anus too.
His fingers on both hands and his toes were all being licked.
All at once.
“Mm—!?”
“Mmph… Come on, Sieg-san, you should know by now that even during a kiss…”
“Wai—wait a minute.”
Since his arms and legs were pinned down, he forced Ariel aside by pressing her lips against his, then used only his head to survey the scene. What unfolded before him was no less than extraordinary.
About ten Ariels and ten Roses were fervently devouring every inch of Sieg’s body.
More Ariels and Roses who couldn’t reach him lined up along the edge of the bed and around it, their eyes glazed with lust, fumbling beneath their aprons at their chests and crotches.
“W-wha—what’s going on…?”
“Shouldn’t you know if you really tried, Sieg-san?”
”…Ah.”
Illusion magic.
He’d completely forgotten that, but dark elves are still part of the elf race.
Elves, for the most part, are a species that masters magic.
“If I just concentrate my mind, I should be able to tell what’s fake and what’s real. …But I’m a complete amateur at magic, and that’s your job, right, Sieg-san?”
”…No, let’s stop this.”
Yet, Sieg deliberately surrendered himself to the pleasure of countless tongues licking his entire body and the sounds of masturbation echoing in the room.
“This is amazing,” he whispered.
”…Good♪”
Ariel smiled warmly and resumed kissing him.
After being licked all over for some fifteen minutes or so, watching until his member was fully erect, Ariel shifted from her mouth to his lower body.
“Haaah… ah, aah…”
“Nuh, nnnn…”
“Kkuu, uuu… uuuu!”
“I’m inside… I’m getting inside!”
Ariel straddled his member and lowered herself onto it.
With her right hand, she inserted her fingers into both her own vagina and anus.
Her left hand served as a masturbation tool for one of the Roses.
A Rose was跨riding on her face.
On her left shin, Ariel rubbed her labia against it.
Right toe was completely engulfed inside Rose’s vagina.
“Nnh, n, aah… so amazing… Sieg’s fingers are just too good…”
“Becca-kun, lift your leg more… kick my pussy away… penetrate me with your toes!!”
“Sieg-sama’s cock feels so good… let me get pregnant by Becca-kun’s cock, mine… MYSSS!!!”
“Aah, do it to me too! Make me feel good too, Becca-kun!”
“Sieg-sama, you can be rougher… make it absolutely chaotic!!”
Many Ariels and Roses thrust their carnal desires against Sieg. They wildly flapped their aprons atop Sieg, soaking his entire body in drool and female fluids. “Nnh, brr… nng, hold…” Sieg’s face was sticky with love juice as he licked and suckled Rose’s crotch, trembling with every hand and foot while enduring the vaginal sensations stimulating her intimate parts. It was a complete mess of confusion. His whole body coated in women, covered in bare aprons, drenched in passion. “NnnnnnnAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Sieg roared into Rose’s pussy pressed against his face, then climaxed. One climax wasn’t enough. Time and again he ravaged and was ravaged by the women while repeating his ejaculations over and over.
”…For us, it was just a normal three-person encounter.”
“For Sieg-sama, it had to be a twenty-one person one♪”
“Incredible… where did he learn such techniques?”
“Impostor magic is something you naturally pick up from parents or friends in childhood. …Using them this way probably started after I entered the brothel. Dark Elves don’t really respond to it much, but human travelers often get satisfied just with air-sex and leave.”
“A deviant…”
“It’s fine since we both gain roughly the same thing either way.”
”…So then, if you cast that spell on me… making me gang-raped by Becca in some form…”
“I can do that?”
”…Then, later.”
“Yeah♪”
When Sieg woke up, the groups of ten Ariels and Roses had vanished.
Now with just one each, the Ariels were chatting and laughing at the edge of the bed.
”…Ugh. So exhausted.”
“Ah, you’re awake. Good work, Sieg-sama.”
”…I feel like I wasted quite a few shots.”
The Ariels and Roses who drained Sieg should have been mostly illusory.
Though he got carried away ejaculating endlessly, since both were pretty serious about actual pregnancy goals, maybe they’d dislike wasting shots? That’s what the foggy-headed Sieg wondered.
But.
“Wasted shot?”
“Not a single drop was wasted, you know?”
As the two lifted their hips, their buttocks and thighs were smeared with thick white residue.
“Thank you for the meal♪”
”…You’re welcome.”
Sieg, while dismissing trivial thoughts like why someone wearing an apron is being fed by one not wearing one, was utterly drained.
Quica is still a long way off.