Futanari System

New Frustration

A night of releasing frustrations happened in the apartment after finishing with Ambassador Ralph. My women loved it, although I could see worried looks from all of them. They understood that I didn't want to talk about it why I was so angry. I felt raw from the emotions that were renewed over callously negotiating for access to my children. Still, I would have to work on it exactly like this in the future, it seemed.

I would have to calculate how to keep access to their cute faces coldly. I was also highly interested to see how Succubus children would come out. It was a latent curiosity that seemed to eat at me. Would they come out as Futanari as well? The problem was this just increased my desire to keep my children and their mothers around me. My sex drive, though, continued to create emotional issues for me. I needed to get control of myself, and I didn't seem to be doing that.

It was something that I learned that I needed to control about myself years ago. Then I found something to have intercourse with, and it disappeared from my mind. Even during negotiations, I could keep a cool head but was one hundred percent on board with going ahead in impregnating someone while I did so. It was a fallacy that I couldn't get control of, it seemed. I loudly sighed as I got up from the bed that I wasn't sure who cleaned anymore. Emily probably, if I guessed.

Emily these days seemed so much happier after I got her pregnant. She had been with me for so long that I was happy that she felt that way. I had a permanent soft spot for Em' as she got out of bed. She was starting to look bigger every day, and with two kids, she would be as large as Mally seemed to be getting. Mally's smile seemed almost permanently etched onto her face even as she was worried about my frustrations.

It seemed my anger and frustrations had started to leak out more than I thought. Although I released many of my pent-up frustrations in Kate's ass and the little bitch boy of Roses again. I had found I wanted to do something more sadistic. I remembered that plan I had for the little bitch boy; thinking about some of the things I could do to him brought back a smile to my face again.

When Kate joined us, I think back to when she woke up a sadistic part of myself that I couldn't deny. I never knew I had it, but I started to learn differently. Still, I had things to do, and changing that bitch boy's anatomy to learn new things wasn't in my schedule today. I got out of bed and into the shower. To my displeasure, no one joined me, and I couldn't understand why until I exited to see Alexia standing there with a soft smile. "You have too many things to do today, and you already put off your older brother. Although you dislike him, you can't ignore him." Alexia said sternly, waking me up.

I sighed and nodded. I had been avoiding him only to make my displeasure even more loudly known. This would limit his power inside the embassy and make it harder for him to get things from people that he might need. That could be a dangerous thing in the end when you're an alchemist. Sometimes you might need something that you had either forgotten or needed to be done. This was more true when you are experimenting. The thing was that the potion that he would be making would be a complex process that needed absolute precision. That was the central problem of it. Alchemy was precise, and this potion required even more precision than the vast majority. I had failed at a rate even when I had gotten used to the process while locking myself up with the potions.

This all came to the fact that you needed other people to grab the supplies promptly while keeping yourself in optimal condition to create the potions properly. These potions were needed and costed a decent chunk of gold to make as well. All that leads to the point that I didn't want any of his help to try messing with him if they wanted to get on my good side. Although I kept my head out of the employee and servents politics, I was aware that it was there. My women tended to keep more track of it, it seemed. Still, they never spoke of it to me; I really hoped that everything 'behind the scenes' remained harmonious. That didn't change the fact that I wasn't aware that it might become a problem in the future if I wasn't careful. I knew that the harem I started to cultivate here in this life would eventually have even its own political mess if I kept expanding it. That was how it worked and how minds worked. I wanted all my women to get along, though, and never wanted a political culture to develop.