Chapter 25: Chapter 25 — Reflection
And so we surrendered ourselves to thirty minutes of pure, unbridled, and intense lovemaking atop the great mattress. When the storm of passion finally subsided, I lay back with both women completely naked at my sides, using me as a human pillow while I wrapped my arms around them affectionately. The scent of sex and sweet sweat hung in the air of the room.
Huff... huff...
"Well then... who won this round, my beloved lord?" Chimera asked suddenly, turning her head to look at me with bright eyes full of excitement and brazen mischief.
Hearing her, Samira merely snorted sideways and averted her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed, though she couldn’t help tensing her body as she awaited my verdict.
"Both of you," I replied with a smile, giving each a gentle squeeze at the waist. "You’re both simply incredible in bed."
Chimera let out a triumphant little laugh and looked at Samira with an undisputed expression of pride and superiority.
"You see that? We both won. After all, we are exactly on the same level. I am, officially, our master’s second woman," she declared, puffing out her massive bust with arrogance.
Hearing her, I couldn’t help but make an internal grimace. Well, technically I haven’t even summoned my second MILF from the Gacha system... Chimera is the result of a forced transmutation using Dollmun’s body and essence, I thought. I decided it was best to clear things up before the misunderstanding grew.
"Well, my dear Chimera... it’s not exactly like that," I said, scratching the back of my neck gently.
Calmly, I proceeded to explain to her in detail the true nature of her birth, reminding her how the system had created her from the remains of the dark general. As my words progressed, Chimera’s expression of self-satisfaction crumbled entirely. Her bicolored eyes widened with surprise, and a deep disappointment, followed by an intense sadness, began to cloud her gaze.
"Why...?" she whispered, and a pair of crystalline tears threatened to slide down her stitched cheeks. "Then... am I really not the master’s second woman? Am I just an accident?"
In that instant, a small, malicious smile drew itself across Samira’s face. Though she tried to hide it by turning her face away, a very particular muffled sound escaped her throat. I knew her well enough to know that Samira always let out that stifled little laugh when she was dying of laughter inside; it was an adorable but cruel habit she often displayed when her rival was left looking ridiculous. Lucky for her, Chimera was too immersed in her own drama to notice.
"Ah, don’t be like that, don’t cry," I consoled her quickly, stroking her long hair. "You may not be the second summon, but that doesn’t change what I feel. From now on, you are my third woman. You’re no longer just a subordinate, Chimera... now you’re my third waifu."
She stopped her crying in its tracks and looked at me completely bewildered, blinking a couple of times.
"Waifu? What does that word mean, master?"
"It means... wife," I explained with a nostalgic smile. "Yes, you’re my third wife. It’s a term we used a lot where I come from, on Earth."
Samira, upon hearing that word, immediately turned to look at me with a gaze laden with tenderness and understanding. She already knew a small part of my past, but seeing me open up that way with Chimera seemed to move her deeply.
"Earth? What do you mean by that, master?" Chimera asked, settling herself on my chest, genuinely intrigued.
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Taking advantage of the warmth of the moment, I began to narrate my true story to them. I told them about my old world, a place devoid of magic and monsters, but plagued by crushing monotony.
As I advanced in my tale, describing the life of a simple office worker trapped in a gray routine, working to exhaustion just to survive and using video games and anime as an escape valve for accumulated stress, both of their reactions were immediate.
Chimera went from absolute fascination to deep empathy; her eyes reflected genuine pity as she imagined my former existence as a corporate slave. Samira, for her part, simply smiled at me with infinite sweetness, intertwining her fingers with mine as if she wanted to assure me that that life was now left behind in oblivion.
When I finished speaking, a comfortable but affection-laden silence flooded the room. Both stayed staring at me, overflowing with devotion. I, unable to resist so much beauty together, raised my hands and gently squeezed their monumental G-cup breasts.
"So... do you want to keep going at it in here, or would you rather we go out and eat something tasty?" I asked with a mischievous smile as I shamelessly groped their voluptuous assets.
"Ah...!" they both moaned in unison, arching their bodies at my sudden stimulation.
In the end, the food had to wait. We wound up going at it a couple more times, losing track of time in a frenzy of moans and wet caresses, until exhaustion overcame me and I fell completely asleep between the two most perfect bodies in this world.
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When I opened my eyes again, the side of the bed where my two waifus slept was already cold. They were no longer there. I sat up slowly on the mattress, stretched my arms firmly, and let out a long yawn, savoring the momentary peace.
I stayed seated for a few minutes, taking advantage of the silence to seriously reflect on my current situation. Without a doubt, I was living the damn dream of any otaku. I had at my side two mature, spectacular women who loved me, I possessed an infinite gacha system, and I counted on two imposing orcs who acted as tanks in my vanguard. Though I still didn’t know Domack and Dorko as well as I would have liked, my instinct told me I could blindly trust them with my life on the battlefield; their loyalty was unbreakable.
However, not everything was perfect. As for Samira and Chimera, I was going to have to seriously work on getting them to get along once and for all. It would be a damn headache if they started competing or fighting in the middle of real combat, putting the group at risk over a scene of jealousy.
And last, but not least... there was my little daughter, Lia. God, never in my past life did I believe I would end up being a father. On Earth, I was the type of person who would probably have died from karoshi, overexploited in an office cubicle after cubicle. I didn’t want to return to that miserable life under any circumstance.
Although... I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss my old man from time to time, or that it didn’t hurt not being able to go back and visit my mother’s grave. A bitter sigh escaped my lips, but I shook my head to dispel the melancholy. I now had a new family to protect.
Analyzing my current group coldly, I realized I needed to balance the scales of power.
Let’s review the spiritual statistics: I already had two tanks of brute physical strength (Dorko and Domack), one legendary and powerful spiritualist of supreme rank (Samira), and one extremely strong genetic mutation on legs (Chimera).
However, Chimera, despite having inherited part of Dollmun’s essence, still felt incomplete and her power flow was unstable.
I established my priorities for the coming days: first, resolve the problem of Chimera’s transformation to stabilize her strength; second, save up enough crystals to summon a new warrior, preferably a large-scale attack mage or a high-rank healer; and third, obtain as much information and knowledge as possible about the geography and the rules of this new world.
Ah, I almost forgot. I also needed to perfectly understand the workings of each one’s individual abilities. I already knew exactly what Samira was capable of, so my next logical step was to evaluate the capabilities of the rest of the team.
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