The road from Tark to Quica is somewhat long.
One must pass through the low-lying wetlands dotted with large and small oases stretching westward from Tark, traverse a dry sandy desert on camelback, cross the Aulos Mountains where they gently protrude from the south, and finally make the journey across a fertile plain by carriage before arriving.
By airship courier, it is a day’s distance, but boarding requires official request documents from the Central Military Authority. There are times when one has no choice but to ride without central permission in an emergency, but one is made to write a report of explanation afterward. In cases of private use, a fine may also be levied.
Since my itinerary was already submitted via airship-carried mail from the Tark base, an airship pickup would come in case of an emergency. There is no particular rush either way.
Zieg Becker and his two new brides were heading to Quica at a leisurely pace by carriage. “Naked aprons are a woman’s dream, you know.” Inside a room at a night inn.
At Ariel’s outburst, Zieg and Rose stared at each other in shock. “They say it’s a man’s romance, though…”
“…It’s the first time I’ve seen one call it a woman’s dream.”
“Wha? But, but isn’t it a… a woman’s dream?”
Zieg, clearly at a loss, turned his palm toward Rose, passing the problem off to her. Rose frowned with a troubled expression and grunted in confusion.
“Normally, only men would be happy about something like that.” “I… I am happy… though…” “Why?”
“It’s not cosplay; it’s a real naked apron, after all?” “?”
Do naked aprons come in cosplay versions and real ones?
Zieg even paused for a split second, twisting his neck as he tried to gauge the meaning behind her words.
Ariel clutched her hands together in front of her chest, speaking as if she were embracing something precious.
“Because… it’s naked with an apron. It’s a bit erotic, sure, but it’s the very essence of a new bride’s duties. A cute wife who teases her husband while still getting all the housework done right. An outfit for a loving couple who devours each other without limits within their own home. It’s only natural that men are happy about it, but I think it symbolizes the ideal life as a woman too♪” “Becker… do you get it?”
“Don’t ask me, I’m not even a woman. But if it makes her happy, there’s no better reason.”
“A-Ah-o-g-r-e-a-t-b-u-t-s-c-h-e-m-i-s-i-n-g---… So, and then I tumbled all the way down into becoming a merchant/wench, and I thought that would be all the play-acting like that I’d ever get to do. …Honestly, I really never thought I could have a cute wife in a naked apron in the truest sense.”
Perhaps it was the profound realization of a woman who had nearly missed out on proper happiness while living as a prostitute.
By the way, Ariel and Rose are currently wearing just that: naked with aprons.
They haven’t even reached Zieg’s house yet, but given how strongly excited he gets by the naked apron look, it has gradually become a habit for them to welcome him to bed in that getup at night.
Rose was reluctant to do it, telling herself that at least she wasn’t waiting around completely nude, which was slightly less embarrassing. But only now did the reason for Ariel’s oddly enthusiastic attitude finally click into place.
”…Th-this is an awkward moment once you’ve come this far, but Mr. Zieg… you’re not about to pull a ‘it was just a game,’ are you?”
“N-N-no, no, I’ll make you my wife properly. No, please become my wife.” ”…Yes.”
Ariel nodded with a shy, flushed expression.
Actually, he performs this check once a day as well.
Having been tricked into falling into the life of a prostitute before, he simply couldn’t help but remain suspicious and paranoid.
Rose sighed to Ariel, who shared a psychology strikingly similar to that of a rootless, lonely half-elf—a trait evident in her nature, for better or worse.
Well, she was a pitiful girl with decent looks, and if this kindness was what Zieg came by, it wasn’t a bad thing that the two of them would gradually heal each other as family. Rose was a woman of enough grace to allow such a bond.
The point was simply not losing as a woman. If she lost, she just needed to win the next round and take back what she lost.
…Only an ogre woman would hold such sportsmanlike views on this battle royale of love.
“By the way, do you have any such specific quirks or preferences?”
Zieg sat on the bed, taking off his jacket to hand it to Ariel while asking Rose.
Watching sidelong as Ariel put the jacket on a hanger and hung it on the wall—shaking her cute ass back and forth to smooth out the wrinkles and remove any dust—Rose crossed her arms.
“I… hmm. I don’t really have any particular quirks worth mentioning…” She paused for a few seconds, thinking.
“If pressed, I suppose my only wish would be to be fucked while still carrying a swollen pregnant belly and getting milked at the same time.” ”…………” “Is… that normal?”
”…Not many people express that desire before they actually get pregnant.”
“So? Well, I’ll admit it’s somewhat abnorma—er, deviant—but on the scale of abnormality, it’s pretty much in the same league as crossdressing?”
“No, is it? It turns me on.”
Human male, Siegf Becker, age thirty-nine. Naturally, he couldn’t possibly internalize the average moral standards of an Ogre female or a Dark Elf female.
“Then you’re willing to do it? That was my only concern. I’ve been listening to the wives among our younger lads talk, and they say men get averse to touching them once their bellies start growing.”
Siege and Ariel exchanged glances as he handed her the shirt.
“Given that information, you’d think it’s obviously in the pretty-abnormal category, wouldn’t you?” “Yeah…”
“What—does that mean if Ariel got pregnant, you’d be satisfied just being left alone until the baby was born!?”
“No… well, considering the child’s safety, I suppose a little distance is fine. But I hear Ogre girls are far less prone to miscarriage than other races.”
“Hm. So we figured it wouldn’t hurt to do some of that anyway—which is why the young wives have been complaining… I’ll admit their gripes influenced me a bit.”
Rose averted her gaze with a slightly awkward expression on her face.
Siege suddenly remembered: she was the female foreman of a major construction union, wasn’t she?
With her dignified beauty, her naivety when it came to romance, and that cool facade that shattered instantly if someone just poked a little bit into her vagina, she was incredibly easy to fiddle with, so he sometimes forgot. She was actually quite an important figure.
It was an indescribable joy to hear a woman like her speak so calmly—well, slightly flustered—as if it were perfectly natural for her to be carrying Zieg’s child. Unable to contain himself, Zieg pressed against Rose and groped her breasts over her apron, whispering in the most teasing, intimate voice he could muster.
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll let you suck my cock even while you’re giving birth.” ”…!!♪”
Rose shuddered and narrowed her eyes slightly, a look of pure delight on her face.
“I-I want… to give birth while licking Zieg’s dick, too… right?” Ariel snuggled up to the other side.
Zieg was now completely nude, his semi-erect member asserting its presence in the corner of their vision.
”…That’s it, Becker. It’s unfair for only our wishes to be granted. Do you have any such desires?”
“I know you love it when they wear just a naked apron… right?”
Both women reached out from either side to touch his member, whispering to Zieg. ”…”
With his member being rubbed against Ariel’s right hand and Rose’s left, Zieg swallowed hard and spoke in a low tone. “Just once…?” ”?” With a serious expression on his face.
“Being surrounded by about twenty girls and having a huge, loving orgy… gah?!”
Rose’s elbow shot up and smacked Zieg on the chin. “You really are something, aren’t you!” “Ahaha, easy now.”
Ariel chuckled softly and leaned in to look at Zieg, who had fallen back onto the bed.
“Well then… let us grant your wish.” “Ariel?”
“Hehe, actually… I’m really good at this sort of thing.”
Zig recovered from a fleeting lapse in consciousness to find Ariel’s face right in front of him. They were in the middle of a kiss. “Mm… hah” “Wh-…”
Then, between his legs was a double blowjob. The sensation of two tongues, left and right, licking Zig’s junk.
And someone was licking his anus too.
The fingers of both hands, the toes—all of them were being licked by someone. All at once. “Moo-…!?”
“Ah-hah… Oh my, Zig-san, right in the middle of a kiss.” “W-wait, hold on.”
With his hands and feet pinned down, he pushed against her lips to lift Ariel away from him, and looked around using only his head, only to be greeted by an outrageous scene.
Ten Ariels and ten Roses were frantically clinging to Zig’s entire body.
Along the edge of the bed and in the surrounding area stood yet more Ariels and Roses who hadn’t been able to find a spot on Zig’s body, each stroking their breasts under their aprons and their crotches with lustful eyes. “Wh-what’s going o-on…”
“Since you’re Zig-san, if you were serious, you should know the answer, right?” ”…Ah.” Illusion magic.
He had completely forgotten, but Dark Elves were still part of the Elf race.
Most elves are a race that masters magic.
“If you just concentrate a little, you should be able to tell which one is the illusion and which is real… I’m a complete amateur when it comes to magic, but isn’t that your job, Sieg?” ”…” “No, let’s not.”
Sieg deliberately surrendered his senses to the pleasure of Ariel’s tongue licking over his entire body and the sounds of her masturbating. “It’s incredible” “I’m glad you think so~♪”
With a beaming smile, Ariel resumed kissing Sieg.
After ten-some minutes of being licked all over, and once she calculated that he had come fully erect, the instrument of her service moved from his mouth to his lower half. “Haaah… ah, aaah…” “Mmm, mmmm…” “Kuh, ugh… ahhh”
“I’m in… I’m inside you!”
Ariel straddled his cock and dropped her hips down onto him.
She was inserting the fingers of her right hand into her own vagina and anus.
The fingers of her left hand were being used as a toy for Rose’s masturbation. Rose was sitting on his face.
On his left shin, Ariel was rubbing her labia against it.
His right toes had been swallowed completely inside Rose’s vagina.
“Mmm, mmm, aaah… amazing… Sieg’s fingers are amazing…”
“Becker, saan— raise your leg higher… kick my pussy around… fuck me with your toes!!”
“Your cock feels so good, Jiekk-san… I’m, I’m getting pregnant from you, Becker’s cock… tch!”
“Gyaaah, I want it too! Make me feel good too, Becker-saan!”
“It’s okay to be rougher with me, Jiekk-san… wreck me completely!!”
Countless Arieles and Roses threw their carnal desires at Jiekk.
Above Jiekk, they tugged at their aprons wildly, smearing his entire body in saliva and love juice.
“Mn, buh… mng, oobuh…!”
Jiekk’s face was slick with love juice as he licked and sucked Rose’s crotch, both his hands and legs trembling as he endured the sensation of the vagina stimulating him between his legs.
He didn’t know what the hell was happening anymore.
His whole body was covered in women, smeared with bare aprons, drenched in love.
“Mmmmmnnn aaaaaaaah!!”
Jiekk roared into the pussy hole pressed against his face and ejaculated. It wasn’t over with just one release.
Time and time again, I fucked and was fucked by women with my whole body, repeating ejaculation after ejaculation.
”…As far as we’re concerned, we just did a regular threesome.”
“For you, Mr. Zeig, it must’ve been a 21P session ♪”
“That’s impressive… where did you learn a trick like that?”
“I picked up illusion magic naturally from my parents and friends when I was a kid. …Using it this way? That started after I joined the brothel. Dark Elf clients usually can’t be fooled, but human travelers tend to just get off on an air-fuck and leave satisfied.” “You monster…”
“It’s fine since there’s no real difference in what they get.”
”…By the way, if you cast that on me… getting me raped by Becker and the others…” “I can do it.” ”…S-some day.” “Yeah ♪”
When Zeig opened his eyes, the groups of ten Ariels and Roses were gone.
The individual Ariels were gathered at the foot of the bed, chatting casually. ”…Ugh. I’m completely drained.”
“Oh, you’re awake. Good job, Mr. Zeig.”
”…I feel like I wasted a lot of shots, though.”
The Ariels and Roses who had milked Zeig dry were mostly illusions.
He’d been so absorbed in the act, he’d ejaculated like crazy. With his clouded brain, Sieg wondered if it might be a waste since both of them were genuinely trying to get her pregnant—only for that thought to vanish instantly. But… “Waste?”
“Not a single drop goes to waste,” she said.
As the two women pushed themselves up, thick clumps of white fluid clung to their buttocks and thighs. Thanks for the meal♪ ”……Bless you.”
Zeek lay there in a complete heap, preoccupied with trivial matters like why the one wearing an apron wasn’t the one being fed. Quica was still a long way off.