Case 183: Back to the grind.

Case 183: Back to the grind.

After the day was over, I said an emotional farewell to Sariel and we each went our way... Or not. She will still be teaching us stuff from now on, just that she'll not be with us at night anymore. Her haughty personality came back after that afternoon when she confronted me about her past as well. Personally, I like it way more than the doormat version of Sariel.

Either way, the livestream was an overall success. Not only did we get a lot of pleasure out of that, but it also served as a finale to this whole problem relating to my relationships with my fiancés. From now on, we will step on the gas and accelerate to the finish line of this challenge altogether.

It's time to get back to the grind, baby.

Though, there's just one problem...

''Ugh... Why is it so hard to get these off...!''

Hearing my complaint, all four of my fiancés and Sariel turn their heads away silently, looking very apologetic.

When cleaning myself up after the livestream, I noticed the writings and scribbles near my crotch area wouldn't come off, no matter what. I have no problem with them doing it as they want, but I've been scrubbing them since yesterday to no avail. They only get a bit thinner as I try to get them off... At this rate, it'll take a week!

''W-Well, I see it's doing something, so eventually...'' Liana, the culprit who chose the marker herself, points at the slightly tainted towel on the bed.

''Problem is I can't wear skirts with these.'' I snap back. ''Even with black tights, they're still going to see the fucking slurs on my thighs...!''

''Sorry...''

''Can't this be wiped off with magic or something? Like burning the paint off my skin, for example. Sariel?''

''I'm afraid I have no experience in such things.'' Sariel shrugs. ''Rather, wouldn't it be hotter in bed? Your little fiancés would love it.''

''By the time we have sex again, it would already come off.'' I let out a sigh.

To focus on training and to be considerate with Tina, we decided only to have sex once or twice a week at weekends. And today is Sunday.

Well... I guess I'll wear long pants these days.

''Liana.''

''Yes, ma'am.''

''Buy a proper marker with wipeable ink in the future, alright?''

''Of course!''

The other four are also killing it, I think.

Liana got much stronger than she was before, able to dish out ridiculous attacks like slashing a mountain off with a single swing, for example. She still can't beat me other when in bed, though, heh.

Emy meanwhile has caught the attention of numerous famous chefs and is being trained by them quite frequently. I simply can't live without her food now; it's too much.

On the other hand, Tina's idol training program is about to end after a few months, and she is set to debut sometime very soon. I'll be her number one fan, and I'll flex to the world that I sleep with her regularly just to raise karma.

And about Sariel...

Recently, she and I have been getting along really well. Still arrogant and prideful, but fun to be around, though I do miss her lustful side a bit. Either way, this gal has also developed an interest in artillery and guns aside from just explosives. She finds them cool, and I agree.

In fact, we have been collaborating to create one of my dream weapons. By tomorrow, it should be ready.

''Phew... I'm excited.''

''I am as well.''

Walking side by side toward the weapon room in the underground lab that we purchased a while ago, I can feel my heart beating fast. Let's grab her hand to calm down.

So I do just that, and Sariel looks a bit surprised.

''...''

''Why? If you're going to make me your wife, then you should be more assertive.''

Sariel ponders a bit, then nods with a smile. ''Right.''

It's weird around her now because I don't really know how to act sometimes. Like, we used to kiss, we used to fuck, but now we can't go past a certain point just yet... Is this what one feels when dealing with their ex?

With questions like that lingering in my mind, we enter the weapon room. Right away, I can see a relatively large stand in the middle of the room, surrounded by all kinds of guns and explosive devices. Covering the thing on the stand is a single piece of cloth.

I gulp nervously. ''It's actually done?''

''Yes. I finished it yesterday.''

Finally... I can use it now.

A proper railgun.