Chapter Twenty-One #3
Or maybe it wasn’t on accident since I caught Jeanne smiling at me a couple times after it happened.
Then there was Stella. Earlier, we stopped by Stella’s place on the way back to ours to get some of her clothes and other things girls needed, so she had her own nightgown to wear. And… yeah. It was every bit as outrageous in the cleavage department as her usual clothes.
I got to go to get chicken nuggets with four, beautiful women in their nightwear.
It was great.
We also went to a place that existed in the original game—a legally distinct totally-not-a-ripoff of a famous chain that went by the name of McDungeons. Because of course it was named that.
I would have felt bad for ordering a hundred chicken nuggets at midnight, but the—of course—all-female employees in there were more than happy to give us anything we wanted since I was there.
Then, with a mountain of chicken nuggets surrounded by every different type of dipping sauce available, we got to work experimenting.
Rosie’s favorite was still barbeque.
Me and Jeanne liked sweet and sour sauce the best.
Stella liked the ranch.
And then Lupa liked the honey mustard.
Rosie and Stella had this sort of… parental feeling to them as they mostly watched me, Lupa, and Jeanne eat.
Which was amusing. The three of us had the most trauma, not that it was a competition, with the least normal experiences, and we were also the oldest. Yet, the two youngest girls of the group were the ones looking over us with sweet smiles, happy to let us have fun trying out all the different sauces.
And Jeanne, despite being centuries old with such a cool, noble feeling surrounding her most of the time… couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes as she tried each new sauce.
I wanted to help her experience even more new, “normal” things.
Rosie and Stella probably felt the same way about us.
More importantly, we realized that one hundred nuggets were not enough to split between the five of us.
I was full after fifteen, and Jeanne tapped out after nine, but…
Rosie ate twenty-three.
Lupa ate twenty-two.
Stella ate thirty-one.
And those three girls, especially Stella, looked like they could easily eat more.
Me and Lupa both ended up staring at Stella’s chest after realizing how many she ate while still wanting more.
No wonder she was the bustiest one there.
“Ah… that was so worth it,” Rosie said now that the two of us were back in the guestroom, alone.
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to sleep right after eating,” I said. “But I won’t complain about that.”
“Oh no, I guess that means we have to spend more time talking to each other instead of sleep. So horrible.”
I wrapped my arms around her to hold her as she sat between my legs, resting her back against my chest while tilting her head enough to keep her horns away from stabbing me in the face. “It’s the absolute worst, isn’t it?”
“Totally.” Rosie let out a long sigh before resting her hands on top of my own. “It’s crazy thinking about everything that happened in the last week.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean… I went into my very first dungeon, almost got killed, and then I was saved by a literal isekai protagonist. A man who is not only a literal isekai protagonist, but the walking wish fulfillment of every girl on the planet. Then we cleared the dungeon on that same day, and then went and cleared another one. Then another. And even more. And we got Lupa, became friends with Stella, you got a legendary drop that you gave away to a crying girl, we defeated a boss for the first time in the world, and then you saved Jeanne. Just a couple of weeks ago and I thought it’d take me years still to maybe find any guy willing to take me as one of his wives.
Now, I’ve got an unbelievably perfect-to-the-point-where-it’s-annoying guy, three new friends sharing him with me, I helped kill a boss for the first time…
and it still feels like we’re only just beginning.
With our relationship, with dungeons—I feel like I’ve had years of excitement squeezed into such a short time, but it still feels like we’re only at the beginning. ”
I kissed the back of Rosie’s head after hearing all of that.
“And just a couple of weeks ago, I was still stuck in bed, unable to live on my own, effectively imprisoned and kept alive whether I liked it or not, thinking I would never get to experience anything like this for as long as I lived. I thought the closest I would ever get to anyone caring about me was a rotation of nurses who only saw me as a duty on a checklist to get out of the way with. Now, there’s everything you said, but…
I’ve got a body I can move, a family that loves me, a world to explore, four girls who I can’t get enough of—I wonder which one of us is luckier. Nah, it has to be me.”
“No way, it’s totally me. Especially seeing as how I can feel a certain something poking me in my lower back.”
“… I get a great view down into your cleavage from here, so.”
“You’re lucky those nuggets weren’t enough to fill me.
” Rosie turned around so that her chest pressed against mine now, and I felt her hands reach between us to rub at my bulge.
“We can do it, but only if you make sure to keep my head held down when you finish so that not a single drop of cum gets anywhere other than in me.” Rosie winked.
“We won’t have to worry about leaving a smell or cleaning up then. ”
I chuckled and asked, “Well, what else are your handlebars for? Though, you sure you want to have to buy another new nightgown so soon?”
“I already told it’s not new. But… if it makes you happy, I wouldn’t mind outgrowing this one.”
“I think you’ve already outgrown it by most standards, not that I’m complaining. It looking too small for you now is hot.”
Rosie smirked and slid toward me, dragging her breasts up my chest, so that she could kiss me. Her hands continued rubbing at my bulge as we shared our longest kiss together yet. A nice, sensual kiss that connected our bodies together, our tongues occasionally dancing with one another.
And once it ended, I said, “You taste like barbeque sauce.”
“And you taste even sweeter than normal, “Rosie replied.
“Maybe we should have brushed our teeth again after getting back.”
“Are you saying you don’t like the taste of my kiss?”
“Not at all.”
Rosie tilted her head, her eyes still looking into mine. “Then it’s not a problem, right?” Something about how she asked that while looking at me in such a way made me throb like mad in my pants.
“You’re… insanely beautiful right now.”
Rosie blushed a little, but not as much as I would have thought. Her ears still flapped, though. “Too bad for you, I’ve gotten used to you saying such embarrassing, unrealistic things randomly.”
“Does that mean you don’t enjoy them as much anymore?”
Rosie shook her head a little. “Not at all. It just means all the energy I wasted on feeling embarrassed gets to be spent on being happy instead. It also means you’ll have to try even harder to tease me in the future.”
“I’m looking forward to putting you in your place sometime.”
“Then I’ll look forward to you giving me a reason to pounce you and show you who’s stronger.”
Our lips reunited after that as she pulled my pants down enough for my cock to spring out. A pleasured gasp escaped her lips as she felt it smack against her abdomen and the underside of her breasts, and she wasn’t the only one to let out a little noise of pleasure from that.
Rosie was already moaning every now and then from kissing, but that moaning only increased in intensity and volume as she pressed her breasts down against my now-bare cock.
The softness of her nightgown felt great rubbing against it, but knowing that the tip was grinding against her under boob had a big impact on my arousal.
Her hands gripping the shaft to slowly, gently pump it also helped.
Then our kiss broke off again for Rosie to ask, “Want me to ask the other girls to come in here and help? I know you won’t settle down after only one release.”
I shook my head and kissed Rosie again. “I want it to just be me and you tonight. They’ve got their own nights with me coming up. Though… sometime in the future, I’d be lying if I said I’m not looking forward to having all of you at once.”
“I should really stop bothering calling you perfect all the time or else I’ll be the one seriously leading a dead horse to water so I can’t beat it.”
I laughed. “You remember that stupid thing I said?”
“Do you think I wouldn’t remember every single thing you’ve ever said?”
“I don’t know if that’s you being perfect, or you being a woman.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Sorry, just a little bit of sexism from my world. The stereotype was that women remembered everything to hold every possible thing against men.”
“The only thing I plan on holding against you is the chest that you can’t stop staring at every time we cuddle.”
“Hey, I still look at your face forty percent of the time.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever you says, boobspire.”
“Sounds like you want me to—”
Rosie let go of my cock to grab my wrists, holding them against the mattress with no effort. “Nuh-uh. I’m in control tonight. I’m doing this my way, nice and slow, so we both get to enjoy it for as long as possible.”
“All I was going to do was suck your tits for a little.”
“I knew you were. That’ll get me too weak and then I won’t be able to hold back and everything will be over in an instant. Tonight, I’m the one doing all the work. Got it?”
It was time to get a little smug. “Are you sure you don’t just want to go slower so you don’t have so much milk in the morning?”
Rosie looked away.
Bullseye.
“That—that… might be part of it,” Rosie said. “Also because I need to buy new clothes ahead of time before I literally can’t fit into the ones I have. I’m not going to walk around the city with my boobs hanging out.”
“Good. Wait… does armor automatically adjust to changes in weight?”
“Yeah, thankfully. There’s no way I’d be getting a new armor set every time you make me go up a cup size.”