Is It Our Turn Now?

"We're all women here." Diya crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze drifting. "Even if you see... it doesn't really matter, does it..." "Huh?" Sonia stared at Diya in shock. "Witch, has Yaxiu eaten your sense of shame whole?" "What he's been nibbling on is something else..." The Witch pursed her lips and said crossly. "When I'm satisfied, of course I have shame. But if you insist that I hold myself back, then I can't promise what I might do." "Especially now that we've only just started our deep exchanges—it's like entering a new layer of the Void Realm, where everything is new and unknown and wonderful." Diya tapped her lips. "We sisters have so many ideas we want to explore with Yaxiu, and he hasn't experienced the full domain of the Witch yet. I guarantee that once he's been through all of it, every problem will simply dissolve, and you won't need to worry anymore—because he'll never be able to leave me." As she spoke, the Witch sat down on the bed, turned her face toward Yaxiu, and winked, her little fang catching her lower lip, threads of allure flowing along her brows. Yaxiu's heart thumped, and he did not doubt for an instant how much her words were worth—however formidable he was, he was still only one man, and the Witch was four sisters! But what he could handle even less was how much more brazen the Witch had become. Until tonight, Diya had been a sweet, well-behaved girl; normally all she did with Yaxiu was hug and kiss him. Tonight, though, she had suddenly revealed the Witch's pleasure-seeking side. Her behavior was so bold that even Yaxiu blushed, and she didn't even mind teaming up with her sisters. It made Yaxiu feel as though he had poked a Veela's nest. Yet he didn't find it strange at all. Perhaps it was because, in the fragmentary dreams of his demigod promotion ceremony, he had already vaguely sensed the temperament the Witch kept suppressed. Judging from the limited number of tests so far might introduce some error, but among the four operators before him, Yaxiu believed the Witch had to be the one whose desires burned hottest. Probably because she could share her senses with her sisters: the pleasure a single act brought her, if not fourfold, was at least far beyond anyone else's. What was even more frightening was that she didn't need Yaxiu to please all four sisters at once to feel that enormous amplification of sensation, because she herself could let all four sisters take charge of her body at the same time. That way, even if Yaxiu pleased only her, it was the same as pleasing all four sisters at once—and on top of that, the sensory stimulation could be amplified and stacked... It was plain cheating! Yaxiu's judgment wasn't unfounded. During the Witch's turns, he had noticed that her hair color was always a jumble, never a single pure shade; when she was aroused, it could turn outright multicolored. More importantly, he knew Diya was not a generous sort by nature—she even got jealous of Lisi. The only reason she would be willing to share with her sisters had to be that the gains far outweighed the losses. Damn it. He had always felt such tender affection for that confident, lonely Princess Lisi-Diya, and now that the Witch had become like this... he seemed to like her even more! The Sword Princess pulled Yaxiu's head against her chest and glared furiously at the Witch. Weise spread her hands. "Sword Princess, you've seen it for yourself. Complete abstinence is already impossible. If you insist on walling us off, then everyone will just resort to whatever means necessary." "Then let's resort to whatever means necessary!" A vicious light came into the Sword Princess's eyes. "Do you think I'm afraid?" "Of course you're not afraid," Vichy said calmly. "It's the man in your arms who's afraid." "There it is again." Diya pouted too, hugging her knees. "It's always 'everyone has to go along with what you want'... always throwing your weight around because you're doted on..." Weise sighed. "Sword Princess, don't forget that you were the first to break the rules. Everyone's in the wrong now, so let's not argue over who's worse. But could you stop flipping the table the moment you disagree? Can't we all give a little ground and talk this out?" Mocked openly and jabbed at slyly by all three at once, Sonia refused to yield an inch. Her face was written full of stubbornness—but the way her arms were wrapped tight around Yaxiu, so aggrieved, made her look like a bullied little girl clutching her beloved teddy bear. Yaxiu's heart ached with guilt at the sight. He hugged her back and sighed. "It's not as if I can't sleep out on the street. If it comes to that, just make me a coffin and I'll sleep inside it every night—guaranteed no accidents. Besides, I'm honestly curious what Harvey goes through." Vichy said airily, "Aha, now our Lady Sword Princess is surely satisfied." "Vichy!" Yaxiu snapped. "Always snapping at me." Vichy turned her head away with a cold huff and sat on the bed with her arms crossed. Maybe it was Yaxiu's imagination, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Vichy was getting more and more brazen. Sonia trembled slightly, staring at the operators with her lip clamped between her teeth. Yaxiu was afraid she might cry; he rubbed his cheek against hers, soothing her the way a cat would. "Then what do you want?" she said, one word at a time. "Let's adopt a redemption system," Weise said. "Whatever supervision rules we set, we'll always find the loopholes—so let's set reward rules instead. Take our sorcery progress, for example. Let the Gospel God judge how much our sorcery has advanced each day, and we earn points according to our ranking. Last place gets none, third place gets one point, second place two, first place three." "These points can be redeemed with Yaxiu for services—holding hands, hugging, kissing, and deeper exchanges and the like." Sonia shook her head at once. "Isn't that just sharing with you again?" "Hear me out," Weise said. "Besides redeeming services, points can also be used to cancel out other people's points. Say you're first, Sword Princess—then you can use your points to cancel out everyone else's, and nobody will have any points left to redeem Yaxiu's services." "That leads to several possibilities. Say you're first, Sword Princess, and you want to cut everyone off from Yaxiu—fine, but your own points go to zero too, so you won't get to be close to Yaxiu outside of training." "So you can also manage your points. Say one point only buys hand-holding and hugs, and you can just barely tolerate us interacting with Yaxiu at that level—then you only need to cancel the points we have beyond that, and your surplus points can be saved up to redeem higher-level services." "Or, if you feel like it one day and don't cancel our points, then when you have your full meal, you'll have to accept that we'll be attending the feast as well." "Of course, there's one more possibility," Weise said. "That you aren't first." Sorcerers and gods alike fell silent, weighing whether the plan would work. Then Yaxiu—the prize himself—suddenly spoke up. "I support this plan." Sonia was so furious she felt her belly would burn through. A moment ago she had been clinging to him; now she swung her fist and pounded him. "Oh, you support it! You're just happy when everyone fights over you, aren't you?" "Support it—what if I'm not first? Do you want me to just stand there and watch you get intimate with someone else?" "You've already stood there and watched it three times..." Vichy murmured. "Vichy!" Yaxiu snapped at her, then went back to meekly taking his beating. Just then the Witch threw herself over him, covering his body with hers like a martyr going nobly to her death. "Don't hit him—if you're going to hit someone, hit me!" Sonia's eyes went red in an instant. "Fine!!!" A crisp smack landed on bare bottom, and the Witch's eyes went red with indignation. "You actually hit me! That's too much!" "Who told you not to wear pants!" Watching the Sword Princess and the Witch start scuffling on the bed, Vichy pressed a hand to her forehead and sighed. An inexplicable melancholy welled up in her. "Why am I here..." "Sometimes I ask myself that same question," Weise said beside her with a soft laugh. The two exchanged a glance and shared a knowing smile. Two hearts that had once been locked in a fight to the death seemed, in that moment, to have reached an understanding. Then, the moment they looked away, each cursed silently in her heart: "A wicked woman who's always pretending to be pure." "That lewd Lantern—the only pure thing on her whole body is her glasses." Once the Witch drew out her silk threads and the Sword Princess pulled out her blood sword, Yaxiu had had enough of their squabbling. He simply pinned the Sword Princess down on the bed, kissing her deeply while pulling down the zipper of her jacket. Pinned down like that in front of everyone, Sonia felt both ashamed and indignant, yet her soul body answered his passion of its own accord, obediently submitting to his sudden forcefulness. Everyone was dumbstruck. Come to think of it, the Sword Princess had watched all of their sessions, but they had never seen the Sword Princess's own combat record—and now Yaxiu had helpfully played it back for them. Vichy had meant to toss out one venomous line—"Oh my, so tough with your mouth a moment ago, and now look how soft you've gone"—but when she saw Sonia's arches taut and her legs wrapped around Yaxiu, her breathing a rhythm as lovely as music from the heavens, teasing the onlookers until they itched unbearably, Vichy's throat bobbed in a gulp and every thought of mockery left her. By the time Sonia had melted into a puddle on the bed, breathing in shallow little gasps, she saw Yaxiu pull over the Witch—who had been watching with longing eyes—and brazenly repeat the whole gorgeous performance right beside her! Sonia was so angry she reached out to pound him, but she was utterly limp, and she now seemed to find it especially hard to hate Yaxiu—she even didn't quite dare to make him angry. She felt like someone under a charm or a curse, watching miserably from the side. But when the Witch shot her a provoking sidelong glance, she felt the "curse" Yaxiu had laid on her weaken rapidly, and anger and dignity seized the high ground again. "Enough, all of you." Yaxiu let out a long breath. A thin sheen of sweat covered his skin, and his breathing had gone shallow and quick. He casually pulled the blanket over the three of them. "If we're going to discuss this, let's discuss it properly. I don't have the ability to stop you right now—so either you kill me, or this is the only way I have to calm you down." He looked up and found that Weise and Vichy had both crawled up in front of him—one a maid, one a goddess in glasses—their faces flushed a tempting peach-pink. He didn't need a single word to know what they were asking: "Is it our turn now?" Before Yaxiu could say anything, Sonia and Diya reached out together to shield him, blocking Weise and Vichy. "We've already calmed down, so let's get back to the discussion. No more mischief." "Right, right. Only bad children get the calming service. You two are so calm already, you don't need it."