Chapter Twenty-One
Logistics
Sleeping arrangements were decided on once we got home.
The house belonged to Frolin and Ailsa. Rosie’s sister, Sophie, also lived there, but she worked as a caravan guard with her own party, so she was rarely ever home and typically used the guest room when she was. The parents had their own bedroom and so did Rosie.
When it was just me, the solution was simple. I stayed in the guest room.
Then I bought Lupa. Lupa could easily share a bed with me or Rosie, or she could sleep on the couch… but she typically stuck with me.
Then Jeanne came to live with us there. I was unconscious for all the time she slept there, but she apparently stayed on the couch since she felt improper sharing a bed with me before getting to do it while I was conscious, and she didn’t want to impose on Rosie by sleeping with her nor taking her bed.
And now, until we figured out what was going on with that other guy from Earth, Stella would be staying with us after I made sure it was okay with Frolin and Ailsa. Of course, they were totally fine with it.
The house was cramped before and getting more cramped by… almost the day.
That was my bad.
I needed to get us a proper place of our own to stay at. But, until then, we came up with a sleeping arrangement that everyone was alright with.
Rosie’s bedroom was going to temporarily become the shared bedroom of the girls. Three people could fit on the guest bed, when cuddling, so that meant two girls could sleep with me a night, leaving the other two to share Rosie’s bed.
But that wasn’t the end of the logistics planning.
The girls—mainly Rosie and Stella since they were the most vocal—decided it would make sense for each of them to have alone time with me at night, too. So, the order would look like this for who shared the guest bed with me:
Night 1: Rosie
Night 2: Lupa
Night 3: Stella
Night 4: Jeanne
Night 5: Rosie & Lupa
Night 6: Stella and Jeanne
Night 7: Nobody
Then it would repeat.
The solo nights were decided by the order they came into my life since that was the most fair to them, plus it wouldn’t matter much after the first week.
The duo nights would also change each week, so the next week might have Rosie and Stella one night, and Lupa and Jeanne the next.
While I was fine with having no nights to myself, they decided it would be best to give me at least one night a week for myself. On the night where nobody would sleep with me, one of them would stay on the couch since Rosie’s bed only held three people as well if cuddling.
I was looking forward to every night other than the one I spent alone.
The only other rule they had, really, was that no girl would be stuck sleeping alone while everyone else got to sleep with me. That was why it was alright if only one of them slept with me, but it wasn’t alright if three of them slept with me.
They also said that, once more girls fell for me, they would need to start doubling up… and even tripling up every night, but I found it hard to believe we would reach that point.
…
Actually, it wasn’t hard to believe at all.
I could have gone outside at any moment and came back with ten new girls. Probably more. Probably way, way more.
Ah, right.
There was one other logistical issue to handle.
Blood.
While I had no problem taking blood from dungeon monsters, the girls were… well.
Rosie, Lupa, and Stella were more than happy to offer their necks to me. Jeanne, too.
So, every three nights, we would go through them for a feast. They would each get to feel pleasure from it and the blood loss would be spread out among them.
The entire conversation lasted a couple of hours, most of which had to do with creating the perfect sleeping schedule they were all satisfied with.
Now, with the others having gone to bed, Rosie just came into the guest room in her nightgown. A similar one to what she wore when we had our first time, but… was it smaller? It looked like her breasts could barely fit in this one.
“… you’re staring too hard,” Rosie said, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I’m not sorry,” I said.
“This is your fault, by the way.”
“What is?”
Rosie pointed at her breasts. “These. Because of what you did the other day, this nightgown barely fits me now. And it was so cute…”
“Wait… is this the same one you wore that night?”
“… it is. Does it already look that different?!”
“… kind of. I thought it was similar, but maybe a size or two too small.”
“No, Sev. The nightgown didn’t get smaller. You made my boobs bigger.”
“Orgasm-powered boob growth is something else.”
“Please don’t make it sound weird.”
“I mean, that’s literally what it is, isn’t it?”
“Actually, it’s orgasm-powered milk production, and then excessive amounts of milk cause the boobs to grow bigger.”
“But it’s still because of the orgasms in the first place.”
“… fine.”
I scooted back on the bed and patted the open spot next to me.
Despite how grumpy Rosie was acting, she happily skipped over to me and cuddled up to my side.
“You know,” I said, “I think I like your new nightgown more.”
“I already told you it’s the same one,” Rosie replied.
“It’s providing a new, very nice sight to me, so it’s new to me.”
Rosie looked down at her chest. “You really do love big boobs.”
“I love all boobs and don’t know how many times I have to say that, but I’m beginning to feel like it’s going to become my catchphrase.
I’ll be fighting some evil dark lord dungeon boss and, as I go to deliver the final blow, I’ll shout, ‘I love all boobs!’ and then stand over his corpse while groping boobs to my left and right. ”
Rosie covered up her mouth to let out a little giggle after hearing that. “You’re adorable, Sev.”
“I’m being serious here. I’m concerned that I’m just going to become that guy who goes around saying I love all boobs while having no other personality.
I’m a vampire now, you know? Have you ever heard of a perverted vampire who goes around talking about how much he loves boobs?
I should be cool, dark, and mysterious. Mature.
Sexy. Dominant. Instead, people are going to think I’m a pervert.
‘Hey, looks, it’s that boobs-addicted vampire.
’ ‘Be careful or else he’ll suck the blood out of your boobs.
’ ‘I heard you can distract him with boobs and then shine a mirror reflecting sunlight at him.’ Those are the kinds of things people are going to say about me, Rosie. ”
Rosie giggled more and more throughout that entire thing.
I loved making her laugh, so I kept on going until I was out of things to say.
Then she said, “You—you’re such a weirdo.
I’m so happy I get to be with you.” She leaned her head against my shoulder.
And, by doing that, she stabbed my cheek with her horn.
“That hurts, you know.”
“Ah! Sorry!” Rosie took her head away from my shoulder. “Do you need to suck the blood out of my boobs to heal?”
“I knew it. Nobody sees me as a vampire. I’m just a boobspire.
I am not a bloodsucker of the night, but a milksucker of the tits.
Ah, woe is my reputation. Actually, am I even using ‘woe’ correctly?
Lupa inspired me, but I have no idea if I’m using it right.
I don’t know if she’s using it right, either. ”
“You are way too energetic for bedtime.”
“What can I say? I get to spend some alone time with my first wife. I’m excited.”
Rosie swayed from side to side upon hearing that. Then, after her swaying calmed down, she sprawled out across the bed at an angle that allowed her to rest her head on my lap. “I’m excited, too.”
“So excited you’ve decided to use my lap as a pillow?”
“Got a problem with that? Every girl dreams of getting a lap pillow from a man.”
“There’s only a problem if you don’t give me one someday.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
“I like this view. I get to look at your face and your boobs. Seriously, this new nightgown is great. I love how much it shows off.”
“I told you, it’s not new!”
“I wonder when you bought it.”
“Hey, Sev.”
“Yes, Rosie?”
“I’m trying to enjoy a lap pillow here.”
“I can see that.”
“And I can feel that. It’s hard to enjoy resting my head on a pillow when there’s something poking the back of my head trying to shake it around.”
“I’m not sorry, but it’s because I keep looking at your boobs.”
“You’ll never beat the boobspire accusations.”
“I know. I’ve already surrendered to my fate. I’ll be known across the lands as the Rose Milker.”
Rosie started giggling again.
“You know, Rosie,” I said. “The more you giggle and move your head around, the more it feels like you’re rubbing my dick. Actually, we can call it a headjob. You’re giving me a headjob with the back of your head when you move like that.”
“Please don’t call me innocently resting my head on your lap something like a headjob.”
“It’s too late. I’m now addicted to headjobs. I don’t care about boobs or mouths anymore and can only get erect from the sensation of the back of a girl’s head grinding against my dick.”
“You’re so ridiculous… honestly, isn’t it really annoying?”
“What?”
“How perfect you are.”
“I—I don’t know? Should I be annoyed?”
“Yes! Seriously! You are literally an isekai protagonist who is designed to be the dream guy of every girl alive! Do you have any idea how much of a dream come true you are? And on top of that, all you do whenever you’re not being a dungeonsexual is go around picking up girls with trauma who need a man literally exactly like you in their lives!
And I might be the only one without any trauma in this relationship, excluding that time I walked in on my parents, but you saved me in the dungeon!
” Rosie started flailing around against my lap while smacking her hands against the bed.
“It’s so frustrating! It’s so annoying how perfect you are, and I keep on getting annoyed at myself for calling you perfect so much, but how am I not going to call you what you are? !”
“As happy as all that makes me… it’s still hard to think of myself as anything but a normal guy by my standards.”