Chapter 195: Setting Up – Part 1

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Chapter 195: Setting Up – Part 1

This afternoon, Hana joins her mother in training with the Lordsguard, and the two have a really good time... an unusually good time.

"How's Dad?" Hana suddenly asks as they stop for a drink.

Mikuri gently turns her head to her daughter, her expression content as her pale skin and emerald scales shine gloriously with sweat. "Hm? He's very tired today, why?"

And Hana blinks, stopping herself from immediately telling the truth, so we give her a hand to tell a white lie, "I... just wanted to talk about the 'coffee restaurant' that Wolfy gave to him."

"Might want to... leave that for tomorrow. He drank too much yesterday," Mikuri hesitantly answers, keeping her head turned away.

"'Drank,' huh...?" Hana teasingly repeats and raises an eyebrow.NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

And her mother smirks, a beautiful expression on her gorgeous face that gives me a boner because it's strikingly similar to Hana's. "Yeah, it's a 'hangover,'" she replies, and her expression becomes blatantly suggestive.

I fucking love dragonkins, and I love fucking dragonkins.

As for the other girls, Alissa is training her own "rangers" as our battle doctrine is changing now that we're outfitting everyone with rifles; Roxanne is just having a fun time with the pseudo-elemental mana orbs because she doesn't want to talk to either Aisco or Kelloggs right now; Ciel is training with the Horns to learn how to better control her angel wings; Lina is studying the Looping Winds and testing stuff with her Gift-boosted enchanting skills; Aoi is machining some new rifle designs with better ergonomics; and Yunia is with Hana to train her [Spirit Magic].

We aren't going too hard on work/training today. We're all slowly acquiring more administration jobs, so doing practical stuff is also becoming a de-stressing activity for us. And there's also the Gestalt training that we resume doing at the end of the day, and even Roxanne is starting to get some dopamine out of it.

We're... becoming office workers!

The revelation strikes me hard, and I stagger as I reel back in pain, requiring Jarn to hold me to keep from tripping forward. It hurts; it physically hurts.

I can't escape my past; it always comes back. Everything returns to office work. The gray and boring cubicles, the sterilized environment, the permanent stiffness in demeanor, the mundane small-talk to keep the mind sane, and the relentless dehumanization as every worker just turns into another standardized gear that fits into the self-perpetuating human grinder. Lobotomize me, please, before I become like that again.

"Wolfy..." Alissa complains about my melodramatic monologue, but it's her fault for wanting to listen to my every thought.

Maybe we can make more golems that will manage our administration jobs for us, but there's still the need for us to supervise things and keep up-to-date on how things are progressing. There's really no escape from office work, and I've been happily strolling right into it with all my plans about creating laws and government ministries.

But if that's what this world needs... then I shall.

Anyway, we also get news that the spirit pilot who got lost in the battle for Kini Kaina has been found. He was rescued by some mer, who showed him a good time in their underwater caves until they managed to translate what he wanted to say.

Of course, we pay for his [Eternal Gate] and also a small fortune to the mer who were so kind to him. All in all, this incident only gave us good publicity, so handing out so much money isn't a problem.

Today is the 1st, Genn, day of Light, and also the beginning of the month of Death. This is a wistful holy day, even though the theme may be grim, so there's no better way to start it than with a cute fox gently sucking on my tip as I open my eyes.

But this day of the Cycle of Mana is affecting us all, so my head is pulled to the side, and Roxanne steals my first kiss of the day. Her tongue invades my mouth and pushes mine back, then begins to massage me all over, but the sudden influx of pleasure wakes the dragon up, and he immediately wrestles back control.

I'm the one in charge here, which means I've gotta kiss her better than she kisses me, so I pull her lithe body towards mine and hug her tight like a protective husband, activating her womanly neurons and making her womb crave my seed. All the while, Alissa continues to suck my Cock while massaging my balls, and it feels so good that I get one of those heavenly full-body stretches as every muscle wants to happily wake up at the same time.

But there's still a number of other wives to kiss, so Hana rips Roxanne off of me so that she can have her own tongue-fucking, and the rest of the girls go for the concubines to share the love. It wouldn't be a Certified Ryder Family morning without lots of free love and lesbianism.

Roxanne turns to Caterina, who realizes what's about to happen, but the succubus hesitates. The Punisher's sluttification still hasn't been completed, so this is a delicate situation.

One thing we must not forget, though, is that Roxanne has actually had more experience with women than men, so she sultrily bites her lip, then whispers, her tone mischievous and flirty, "Just a morning kiss."

And she doesn't wait for Caterina's answer; she just steals it from the milf's stunned lips. Then Hana quickly finishes having her way with me and turns to her girlfriend to give her what she needs: fiery kissing and a few fingers up her cunt.

But this has been a successful operation. Little by little, we continue to push Caterina's boundaries.

Thankfully, we have the whole morning for ourselves, but after lunch, it's time for us to show ourselves at the Black Parade. It's another Festival of Seasons event, so the temple loves it when we appear, as that means more commoners participate, which also makes the merchants happy.

Really, it's one of the few events that we shouldn't miss. It's also the beginning of summer, so we get a nice sunny day with lots of heat and very little clothing, not that elves wear much, to begin with, but it improves the "view," and the parade also looks nice with all the black and silver banners on display, so that's another plus. One color represents the dead, and the other represents us, but everyone else is wearing white.

We don't get to fully enjoy the parade as we're a part of it now, but the dancers around us are all attractive and wearing lavish costumes to represent nobility, so we have some eye candy to distract us as we wave to the commoners. Woe is us, complaining about having to wave to the crowds as they cheer for us, but it is boring work.

The priests are revealing all the spirits that have been gathering in town for this holy day, and the new [Solidify] (created by Sainalai, which was based on Gify's and my [Materialize], which was based on [Spirit Magic]'s [Materialization]) is being used, allowing the dead to actually interact with the living, though their spirit bodies are very weak, but that's all they need.

"I wonder if Azador will come," I hum absentmindedly in my soul space.

But Yunia harshly answers, "After his burial, he'd better not. We do these ceremonies so that they move on to Paradise without any unfinished business." It sounds like she'd be offended if he came back.

And I snort. Paradise appears to have quite the revolving door.

"Your idea of a prison-like Paradise is concerning," Ciel priestly lectures.

"A lot of Earthling things are concerning," Alissa wryly follows up.

I internally roll my eyes and retort, "Cultural differences, as always. You girls know how basically everything in this world is concerning to me."

"All I care about is 'cultural enrichment,'" Hana chimes in as she stares at some shaking booty.

"Yes, but in a non-sexual way," Ciel flatly adds.

"That's not possible. Sex must always be present," Roxanne hums while staring at the same booty, and she feels like resting her head on Hana's round chest.

"It is the way," Alissa follows up with a nod, and the other girls echo the feeling.

"How have you been, Lord Iril?" I casually greet him as I approach.

He bows and answers in kind, "The wives are happy, so I'm happy, Your Highness."

And the two beautiful women that he has on each arm narrow their eyes at him, but he just grins like a Chad.

"Indeed. We live to please them," I engage with him. Fawning over the girls will never get old.

"And their happiness brightens our lives," he romantically states.

"A cycle that keeps us at our peak," I reply in kind.

But he has more poetry to share, "A peak that has led us to where we are."

This is actually a good hook for me, so I smoothly switch the topic, "And where are you, really? I keep up-to-date on the reports, but they're just reports."

He promptly answers with a positive tone, "I've been preparing for change. It's obvious that you want your 'health care' system to expand, so I'm studying it and seeking administrators."

And I calmly hum, "Exactly, we want to standardize it all over the elven lands and maybe even the empire, so you won't have to worry too much about setting everything up yourself."

"That's great to hear. I leave the details of management to my wives, though, and they wish to hear more about it," he cheerfully replies.

"Ciel is free, so I'll call her for you," I suggest.

I could explain things myself, but I'm pretty sure he'd prefer it come from someone who isn't a sexual predator.

This little gathering doesn't last into the night, though, so we finish it up before sunset.

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