Chapter 159: Brother – Part 2

Chapter 159: Brother – Part 2

Our morning is uneventful. We calmly eat our breakfast, everyone quiet and relaxed, as if nothing special happened yesterday, but everyone had their fetishes so thoroughly quenched that they're still basking in the bliss of sexual satisfaction.

After I fill myself with chocolate, coffee, and assorted sweets, I create some impressively dumb golems while we perform our mana circulation training.

The new golems have become comically dumb to the point that they actually have difficulty answering questions about my memories, which is... a good thing, I guess. They're less dangerous than the Chuckys, so they're more apt to be used as disposable soldiers, but they're also less effective in combat due to the obvious lack of intelligence.

Curiously, we don't know how to differentiate between a simple lack of understanding of our questions and them not having the memories they're being asked about. Memories don't seem to be as simple as deleting a file, so even if we scramble their minds, there'll still be something there. The new golems might simply lack the intelligence to interpret those memories, so they get confused or respond with incorrect information.

It feels good to delegate tasks to others, so I instruct the three connected golems, "Keep a few golems and see if they're able to become smarter, then test their memory again. Also, train them in combat as disposable soldiers like the Chuckys."

"We don't know how to increase the intelligence of a golem," Jarn surprisingly comments first.

"We could teach them arithmetic," Suzy suggests, surprising me again as she goes against Jarn's train of thought.

"I believe we should teach them more than one type of intelligence," I retort. It's interesting that she's suggesting imperfect solutions to problems as that's a sign of creativity.

And Ted, too, surprises me by choosing a different path, "We must ask Ciel what kinds of intelligence exist." Since she already has my memories, she knows that I don't remember what all the different kinds of intelligence are.

Then we approach Ciel, who watches us warily, expecting mischief, but I soothe my paranoid angel.

"We wish to suckle on your bountiful wisdom," I suggestively announce with a suggestive grin and suggestively raise my eyebrows repeatedly.

She frowns at my phrasing but then sighs and pulls out her tits for me to play with while we speak. "I know you were going to ask for them anyway," she dryly explains and offers me her delicious pair.

"And I know you like it," I huskily reply and cover one large nipple with my mouth while I put a sucker on the other.

"Anyway... w-what do you want to ask?" she forcefully continues the conversation, her breath already quickening as the daily suckling has made her nipples become very sensitive.

"What types of intelligence exist, and how may we teach them to the new golems," Ted calmly explains.

But Ciel frowns again, this time in confusion. "Types of i-intelligence? 'Intelligence' is only... one 'Stat.'"

If I leave them be, it'll take some time until they can fully understand each other, so I translate the question for her, "We want to increase a golem's intelligence, be it in general or in stat form."

She hums in understanding and thinks for a moment, which lasts just a tad longer than it should due to my slow sucking. Then she clears her throat and tensely explains, "Well, t-the 'Stat' of 'Intelligence' is a rough measure of your capability... o-of learning new things, but people have preferences, w-weaknesses, and divine-guided paths, so it isn't an absolute number.

"I-if you go by it logically, then having a... wide and thorough knowledge base about all matters will make it easier to learn any n-new topic similar to something already known or to d-deepen your knowledge in already... studied areas, therefore increasing your 'Intelligence' 'Stat.' This... ahn~... this is b-believed to work in a similar way to how a s-strong foundation... allows you to b-build higher."

The way it gradually becomes increasingly harder for her to speak is just divine... exquisite! Only Ciel can trigger my sadism this way.

"Then, in which areas is one encouraged to study for a wide knowledge base?" Ted wisely questions, giving me just enough time to savor Ciel before moving the conversation forward.

And my chocolate angel becomes pensive, then breathes in deeply and prepares herself for another long battle to keep her voice. "L-let's see... to increase 'Intelligence,' the p-priests are... ahn~... encouraged to... g-gain one level... in each of the system m-magic schools, two weapon... skills, a body or 'Stat' enhancement skill, a m-mana skill, two language skills, [Math], a dance skill, a... musical instrument skill, a painting skill, a crafting skill, a cleaning skill, a speech... ahn~ speech-related skill, and work on history study, a-and piety study." Then she lets out a long sigh and bites her lower lip seductively.

"Sounds like a lot of work," I remark with a cheeky grin and flick a nipple with my tongue.

"It-...!" -She glares at me- "It is... You'll also have trouble gaining any of those skills if you're low level, so that's why... combat skills come first."

"We'll write a list of tasks to be performed that we believe will train the golems in these various areas," Suzy obediently states.

"Later, we'll consult with Master Wolf about ways to improve the training regimen," Jarn adds and turns to Ted, but she has nothing to add.

"Sounds good to me," I happily hum.

And we return to our orb-boosted mana circulation training.

For lunch, there's roasted not-cauliflower with not-almonds. A very delicate dish that screams "elf," and we gobble it up like orcs. After partying yesterday, something light like this dish is the perfect way to balance our diets again.

Nono bounces on my Cock as we eat, having slow, steamy sex for once, and I hand-feed the thick little white rabbit as she's too into impaling herself to pay attention to the food. The predators among us stare at her with growing hunger, and I share the feeling of fucking Nono with the rest of the wives to sate their desire, but only for now.

She'll soon become the harem's little plaything, and I'd love to see Silvane's reaction to her wife being shared with everyone as she's turned into our collective bitch.

Nono's insides quiver as she orgasms on my Cock, but she still has work after this, so this is as much as she'll get today.

And with the lewd air dying down, Osaria, the devilish woman, rather solemnly breaches a new topic, "Klein, Kaatohe, do the two of you have something to say?" Then she gives both of them a pointed look.

Ooh, this will be interesting...

Even Nono recovers from her post-orgasm-bliss to pay attention to this.

"Say what?" Kaatohe blurts out confusedly, but Klein immediately understands and looks just a tiny bit guilty.

The voluptuous milf focuses solely on Klein. "Since when did my little monkey girl get so close to this noblewoman?"

"One drunken night together means nothing," Kaatohe dismissively replies and haughtily averts her eyes.

"You two were flirting a lot," Lina exposes them, externally angelic, yet internally impish, and Klein gives her a look of disbelief.

"Klein, you're becoming gayer by the day," Hana remarks teasingly, but she's proud of her childhood friend's sexual awakening.

"Wolfy satisfies all my needs for men," the girl in question quietly confesses.

"But this monkey is mine, too," Osaria states possessively, sounding both a bit hurt and also mischievous.

"How ironic that you're feeling protective of your lovers after I forbid you from stealing mine," I wryly remark and stare at her intensely as Alissa plays with my Cock.

That actually makes Osaria quite embarrassed, and I almost apologize, but the way she struggles to hold back a grin tells me that she took it in a good way. "You've taught me a good lesson, my King, so I've decided to become a good girl for you and for my girls."

Then Klein loudly clears her throat, calling our attention to her stiff and awkward expression. "I still like you the most, Osaria. It's just that I sometimes like to have fun with the other women of the harem," she diplomatically confesses and assuringly looks Osaria in the eye.

"Awn... well, I understand. I just wanted to hear you say it," the devilish milf sweetly replies.

And we get the impression that this was all just an elaborate tease. Kaatohe isn't one to just take a verbal stab, so I expect my cat to give my milf some payback someday.

Just as the mood returns to being casual, a messenger arrives with a note from Sandoro requesting a meeting after our meal. He has called Nero back, so we should meet with the spy and receive his report on Heretic's Rest.

Hana is chosen for this meeting while the rest of us warm up for a combat training session. When she arrives at the chosen room, Nero shows visible surprise at her presence while Sandoro remains impassive. The bald imperial spy looks significantly darker than I remember, and he now lacks his squared black beard and mustache, showing a dimpled chin and a manly square face that you'd find in a firefighter calendar.

"You aren't the one I expected for this sort of talk... Your Highness... with all due respect," Nero remarks and hastily adds the honorific, and I wonder if he isn't doing this on purpose since he's supposed to already know how to deal with nobility.

"Your Highness, thank you for answering my request," Sandoro calmly states, completely ignoring Nero.

Hana nods and replies in kind as she takes the biggest seat at the table, "We're all eager to hear the results of Nero's expedition."

And the Commander turns his eyes to the insolent fool.

Nero snorts at the cold reception and clears his throat as he readjusts himself in his seat, straightening his back, then finally begins his report, "I tried to infiltrate the desert elves, but their body type is way too different from mine or even from the average grassland elf to make it worth the effort. They're short and extremely thin from low sustenance, and I don't have the kind of subordinate that could endure such extreme body transformation, so I chose the background of a 'pilgrim' who wished to see the power of the Gods that cursed the land. They're 'tolerated' by the desert elves, and they don't dare kill pilgrims in fear of the temple coming to ask questions, so I had free access to most of Heretic's Rest.

"The desert elves are miserable, honestly. As poor as they can be, and some even resort to becoming nomads and wander the deserts in search of scraps due to how little grows over there. The coastal cities are better, but not by much because they're nests for pirates and safe-havens for smugglers.

"The people are living depressing lives, but their communities have surprisingly strong bonds, like chainmail. And just like most elven cities, they have low crime even though they host so many criminals. 'If you cause no problem, then no problem will follow you' is their motto.

"Their rulers aren't chosen for their combat power, but rather for their political power in controlling the pirates and smugglers, and also for their connections with the old royals..."

"I'm definitely getting those tentacles one day, and then I'll search for a wife who has a Scylla fetish," he hushedly declares, and I don't sense any hint of a joke in that statement.

I'm still doubting whether what we did yesterday was right or not, but what's done is done, and I feel like there's no turning back, so I need to think about the future, and that doesn't look pretty either.

"I don't think I can get married after yesterday. Nobody will ever be as... beautiful as Sister was in that position," I quietly confess, and I become surprised at the words that escape my mouth, scared, even. But the truth is that yesterday, Sis was the most beautiful and sexy woman I've ever seen, and my disgust is finally overwhelmed by arousal, so I start to feverishly spill out my heart, "Who could ever surpass her? She's a Queen, yet she was... debased, degraded... could the Imperial Princesses look more beautiful with an ugly cock in their mouths? What about an Empress...? I don't think they could, so there will never be another woman like Sis..."

And now that I've finally said it, my heart starts to calm down. Then we both turn to each other and chuckle in sync.

"What the fuck did we do..." Antares whispers wistfully, and we stare at Sis as she relaxes on the bench, her flawless skin flushed with exertion and shining with sweat, and my mind brings back the smell of her lewd arousal so strongly that it's as if I'm still there.

"It's as if we were possessed by lust," I remark with a mirrored tone.

"Or maybe Love herself, so I don't know if I should regret it," he replies with a chuckle.

And we smirk at each other. "Should we talk to Ciel or a priest?" I jokingly ask.

Bro casually shrugs. "I think she'll say something like 'as long as everyone is happy.'"

"I sure am. Or at least, my dick is," I hum suggestively and lightly elbow his ribs.

But he makes a rather annoyed face, always the negative one. "We've been cursed with a very difficult fetish, so maybe we could blame Wolf a little bit."

Well, I'm ready to give him a chance and follow his lead. "You think he'll let us see Sister get fucked again?"

He shakes his head. "I honestly don't know... but maybe."

I chuckle softly. Our opinion of him has changed quite drastically in a single day. "And here I thought that he was a bit of a dick."

And Antares shows a bit of negativity again. "He still is. He ruined Sister and us."

But we both liked it.

"That, he did..."

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