<Long story short, I felt Noir was no longer fitting as a family name, so I changed it. Once I wife you girls up, you’ll have it as well. Just think about it, how bad is Noir with some of your names? Seraphiel Noir? Ayame Noir? Blossom Noir? I can’t do that to you wonderful existences.
Elysiar comes from the word Elysium, which refers to the paradise of souls in some cultures on Earth. As for the new voice, well, that’s the slutty bratty princess called Kitsara. She’s here to get your permission to make the acquaintance of Quinlan Junior.>
<… Why am I included in this nonsense?> Iris grunted with mild annoyance.
<You’ll join the harem sooner or later, so I elected to involve you in the decision regarding whether I should bestow the princess with the privilege of going for a tumble with this future boyfriend of yours or not.>
<Shameless bastard…> was the only grumbling I received from Iris before she left the call.
<Wife… Blossom Elysiar… Blossom wants to be wifed right now!>
<Lucille Elysiar, I love it…> my caramel-haired lover muttered with a dreamy tone.
<Seraphiel Elysiar? I don’t want to lose my clan name, so it would be Seraphiel Vaelorith Elysiar… It sounds more than fine to me, it has a bit of an elvish undertone to it. You’re right to say it sounds infinitely better than Seraphiel Vaelorith Noir… Yuck.>
<Jasmine Elysiar… How nice!> Jasmine said with an audible smile that was perfectly transmitted through her mental voice.
<We should be happy Daddy didn’t go for something cringe. I was fearing he was going to name himself Quinlan Godslayer Demonbane Ultimate once the time came to face the greedy gods.>
<Now I understand why divorce is a thing,> Seraphiel replied wryly.
<Seraphiel Vaelorith Godslayer Demonbane Ultimate does sound badass if you ask me.>
<I did not ask you.>
Ouch.
<Don’t let this bastard get you guys!> Ayame shouted with an accusatory tone. <I see right through you, Quinlan. You’re trying to soften our hearts using talks about marriage just to make receiving our consent to hump the dogkin bitch easier!>
<I’m a foxkin!> Kitsara said with an offended tone.
<Why did you not deny her second word instead?> Aurora asked.
<Because I feel like a bitch in heat.>
<Well, at least you’re self-aware.>
<The sweaty, horny woman from before can’t be foxkin! Blossom smelled a dogkin for sure.>
<Kitsara is an illusionist, she changed her scent, tail, and ears to better match a dogkin.>
<Blossom doesn’t know what an illusionist is.>
<I’ll explain it later.>
<Okay!>
Lucille’s coy voice sounded next. <Miss second-in-command, are you telling me you’re not getting butterflies in your stomach at the thought of becoming an Elysiar?>
Ayame wasn’t having it. <That’s neither here nor there! It’s about how this man of ours decided to bring the topic of marriage up! Can’t you see his manipulative ways? And he plans to take me as wife? Hmph!>
<Wait, are you the samurai who beat this bastard up with a training sword?! I heard about the story, it was amazing! I didn’t have such a good laugh in the last decade for sure.>
I could see a cunning glint shine in Kitsara’s eyes as she focused on honeying Ayame up. She was living up to her foxkin nature.
A jovial feminine giggle welcomed her efforts. <Hehe! I did indeed do that, and it was as amazing as it sounds.> However, suddenly, the merry tone transformed into a cold, hostile one from one moment to the next. <But if you thought you could curry favor with me using such a simple plan then you’re too innocent for this harsh world, you sheltered, naive little foxy princess.>
A strong flinch overcame Kitsara’s body before she protested, <I’m not little, I’m a fully grown woman who’s 50!>
<Eyy, that’s the second in command of the Ascendants! She’s not an easy one to trick! I’m proud of you, Ayame.>
<Shut your trap, I’m mad at you right now.>
<You have my consent in the bag already, Baby~> Lucille purred right into my mind. <Enjoy the horny princess to your heart’s content. You deserve a break.>
<Although Blossom didn’t have a favorable first impression of Horny Bitch, Blossom is more than okay with it! Master should do whatever makes him happy. Blossom is sure she’ll come to like Horny Bitch once she gets to know her better, Master has good taste. Blossom loves all her new sisters.>
<Aww, she truly is like a golden retriever. But why are you calling me Horny Bitch as if it became my official name? I have a name given to me by my loving father, you know?! You may call me Lady Kitsara.>
My dog-girl completely ignored everything the foxkin in my arms said save for the first sentence. <Blossom is not a dog!>
<… You should have this conversation with your boyfriend,> Kitsara replied slyly, referencing how I mistakenly thought Blossom had some golden retriever in her.
<Master?!> Blossom was very touchy about this topic, so I eased her worries, <… We’ll talk this through later,> I said while gripping Kitsara’s thighs tighter, earning myself a “Youch!!” yelp.
<It makes me feel a bit insecure… I’m your fifth woman yet you’ll be bedding the sixth and seventh women before me.> Jasmine murmured. <Am I too boorish?>
Lucille quickly spoke up with a friendly, motherly tone. <Don’t be insecure about such a nonsensical issue, Jasmine. We each become ready at our own pace, rushing it will make you feel regret in the future. You can only have your first time once in your life, you should be able to enjoy it with your whole being. Just listen to your heart. Ayame and Seraphiel stalled for months before giving in, yet he loves them just as much as the rest of us.>
<I see. Thank you, Lucille. Quinlan made a good choice of promoting you to the position of harem head, you’re perfect for the role.>
<Did you hear that, Quin? ‘You can only have your first time once in your life, you should be able to enjoy it with your whole being.’ What do you have to say about that? You must disagree, correct?> Seraphiel asked with a sharp tone, not letting me live down how I might’ve been a bit overly dramatic regarding my response to her taunts during our first time together.
<I’ll apologize once you turn a new leaf and become a good girl.>
<… So shameless… Anyhow, I don’t understand what the drama is about in the first place,> Seraphiel said. <It’s not like this guy was such a well-behaved boyfriend beforehand. Mr. Elysiar decided to go after Vex and Iris without asking any of our opinions, or at the very least he certainly didn’t ask mine. He did the same when deciding to court every one of us as far as I’m aware. As such, the only woman who has the right to complain is Blossom since she’s the first lover.>
<Objection!> Ayame cried but no one paid attention.
<Have fun, Daddy… Tell me how it was later. But please don’t forget who your real princess is…>
<You’ll always be my one and only beloved plump princess,” I purred, eliciting an “Ouch! My HP dropped a digit from sheer cringe!> cry from Kitsara.
<Did you say something?> Aurora hissed in a low, threatening tone.
<N-nope!>
<That’s a good girl…> Aurora whispered ominously, letting this foxkin woman know just how territorial my plump alchemist truly was. Aurora demanded a lot of my pampering, anyone who threatened her dominion or made fun of me for acting like his daddy would have to clash with an entirely outraged Enchanter.
Only Ayame remained in the camp of naysayers. I could’ve called it a majority vote and went ahead, but doing so didn’t sit well with me. Hurting the feelings of just one of my women was more than what I was willing to do. I valued Ayame’s happiness infinitely higher than I did my pleasure, or Kitsara’s for that matter.
Silence reigned over the call as we all waited for the verdict patiently. <Sigh… What shall I do with you, my hopeless man?> Ayame mused, but her voice was tender, loving. <Fine, but just like how I owed you a favor after losing the bet in the labyrinth, you’ll do one thing for me at a date of my choosing.>
<Hoh? My favor was rather sexual, you know that, right? You slept nakedly in my arms as a result.>
<Yes…>
<Then what is your wish?>
<Can’t I say it once it’s relevant?>
<I would like to hear it. Would you entertain my request?>
<Sigh… Promise you won’t laugh or make fun of me.>
<I promise.>
<Once we avenge my father and take control of the Fujimori clan back from my traitor of a sister, I want to have a private duel with you at the sacred dueling spot.>
<There’s more to it, right?>
Ayame was silent for a few seconds, after which a meek voice sounded. <We’ll be naked… With trainer swords… the loser will submit to the winner…>
Would you look at this kinky woman? She wants to get dommed in her clan’s sacred domain. I can’t help but wonder how long she’d been harboring such desires. However, I won’t ask, for I promised not to mock her.
<I accept.>
<… Hmph.> Only a cute snort sounded from her end of the link.
<Be nice girls, I’ll be back in a few.>
With that, I terminated the line and glanced at Kitsara, who had a silly grin on her lips while gulping with a mixture of obvious excitement and nervousness.
It was time to roll.
Roll in the skies, I mean…
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