Chapter Fifteen #7
“It’s fine,” I said. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Just because I’m still hard doesn’t mean I have to cum again, alright?”
“Rosie,” Lupa said. “We need more help.”
Rosie didn’t hesitate to nod. “There’s no way we can handle this impossible thing on our own.”
“We can text Stella.”
“Hang on,” I said. “It’s too late for that. She’s probably sleeping. Don’t disturb her.”
“Mm…”
“But!” Rosie cried out. “If we give up here, then—then we didn’t satisfy you!”
“Rosie,” I said. “Please, do not worry about it. I promise you that I’m fully satisfied, happy, taken care of—you did amazing, and none of us could have predicted this. It’ll go down on its own in a little, alright?”
“Rosie,” Lupa said. “It was a decisive battle…”
Rosie ears tilted pointed downward at the same time as Lupa’s flattening against her head. “A total defeat…”
… these girls were way too dramatic.
But it was endearing.
“Let’s clean up in the morning,” I said before getting comfy on my back, patting the bed on each side of me. “There’s enough room for all of us as long as we cuddle.”
Rosie got that look on her face again.
“Let me guess.” I cleared my throat and then pulled out my best Rosie impression which was, admittedly, horrible.
“Wow, you’re even going to let us cuddle with you after sex?
That’s so impossible. Wowowow. So weird and unrealistic but so annoyingly perfect.
What kind of guy would ever cuddle with a girl?
Especially after having sex with her? You’re way too perfect. ”
Rosie glared at me again. “Never impersonate me again unless you’re going to train for a hundred years first.”
“S-sorry…”
“At least now I don’t have to say all that myself. If you’ve finally realized just how you compare to all the other guys here, I don’t have to keep calling you perfect all the time.”
“Feel free to. My ego appreciates it.”
“I’m definitely cutting back.”
“Aww…”
Lupa nodded with Rosie. “Master, frustratingly perfect. Can’t let you get more annoying by getting a big ego.”
“Fiiiiinnneeee… I guess I’ll settle for having a legendary-tier dick and making you both cum so many times while I only got to cum twice.”
They both looked annoyed after that.
“Lupa,” Rosie said. “Let’s go cuddle in my room instead.”
“Mm, okay,” Lupa replied.
I got up and said, “Wait! I’ll stop being annoying! Don’t—don’t take my post-sex cuddling away from me! I’ve been looking forward to that as much as the sex!”
“Mm… maybe the war isn’t lost.”
Rosie nodded. “We suffered drastic losses, but the enemy is wavering.”
“Even if we can’t win in direct battles… we can hit and run where it hurts.”
“Exactly.”
I pretended to pout. “I just want cuddles…”
Rosie groaned. “Ugh… how dare you act so cute after the way you treated us.”
I was tempted to stick my tongue out at her, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I seriously did want those cuddles.
And fortunately, I got them.
Rosie and Lupa, both looking pregnant still, got into position on both sides of me. They had to stay on their backs, but that was alright. It meant they got to use my shoulders as pillows, and I could easily wrap my arms around them.
“Mm… safe, warm,” Lupa said. “Sleeping with Master is the best…”
Rosie let out a content sigh. “Now I know why you didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I don’t know how either of us are going to get out of bed tomorrow.”
Lupa, despite sounding so tired just a moment ago, shot her eyes open and asked, “Are there lots of calories in cum?”
“I—I don’t know. Why?”
“I can drink my way to bigger boobs.”
“Lupa, we’ll put you on a diet if you don’t stop worrying about your size.”
“Can… I still eat those cheesy sticks on a diet…?”
“No. No mozzarella sticks.”
“Not the mozzarella sticks…” Lupa sounded like she was genuinely about to cry. “Mm… I’m sorry. Please don’t make me diet…”
Rosie covered her face up with her hand. “I’m going to start thinking you’re an alien too if you act this cute. Seriously, you’re both way too perfect.”
“Mm. Rosie is the perfect one. You belong with Master more. That’s why you’re the first wife.”
“No way. You’re cuter and—”
Rosie started going on about all the ways that Lupa was cute and actually deserving of being my first wife, but then Lupa replied basically saying all the exact same things back to Rosie, and the two ended up going back and forth.
Were they flirting? I didn’t think so. It was more like they put each other on a pedestal that they respected and refused to admit they belonged on themselves.
That was when I realized we all apparently had self-confidence issues.
Once they quieted down, I said, “This is proof we’re all perfect together, so don’t worry about—”
I heard Lupa’s soft, sleeping breathing noises to my right.
I saw Rosie’s breasts rise and fall with each sleeping breath to my left.
I kissed both of their heads, causing them to smile in their sleep when I did, and then looked up at the ceiling while rubbing their sides.
No matter what they said, they were the perfect ones as far as I was concerned, not me.
It was hard to believe that I got to feel so overwhelmingly happy.