As the morning comes, I slowly wake up with a deep yawn. When I open my eyes, a charming sight of a cute face staring right into mine greets me. It seems that I'm not the first one to rise.
Sirgia smiles ever so faintly and moves closer to join our lips in a light kiss. I move my hand to stroke her cinnamon-brown hair as she rains little pecks over my mouth, enjoying her lovely show of affection.
Shortly after it ends, she snuggles her body and face closer to me and sighs blissfully.
"You must have been really lonely," I speak gently as my fingers graze her smooth back.
"Just a little..."
"There's no need to act strong. I promise we'll go out together next time. Until then, you can always come to me with or without a reason. It's my duty as your man to pamper you."
"I will grow spoiled..."
"You are already spoiling me with your amazing work so it's only natural I'll do my best to spoil you in return, whatever way I can."
She doesn't reply with anything else and we just lie down in a close hug until Sirgia shuffles a little and flips over, turning herself into the little spoon. With a few more moves, she presses her back against my chest and guides my arm over her body, wrapping it and my hand around her slim waist.
For the next few minutes, I keep caressing her hair with my other hand, acting like the big spoon. I don't need to see it to know there's a faint smile on her lips. I enjoy sweet moments like these too. They feel precious.
Well... That is until someone's small hand appears at a certain part of my body which is being very active in the mornings and starts to lightly caress it over the material of the underwear.
"Should I take care of this?"
I sigh into the nape of her neck. "And we just talked about me getting spoiled..."
A very quiet giggle reaches my ears. "Is it being spoiled if both of us want it?"
"I guess not."
And therefore, we enjoy our time together for a little longer, followed by a quick dip in the bath before we head to the dining area. I gladly listen to more of Sirgia's challenges and developments she went through in her artisanship while I have been out as we stroll through the corridors, side by side.
The meal times and their overall structure have been reworked during my absence. With our family's non-working side getting more accustomed to the place, more of the girls showed interest in having some fun in the kitchen, increasing the number of those who can cook or prepare simple food.
The breakfast is now in the form of a standalone buffet which is prepared by those who wake up earlier than others and then set up in the dining area so that everyone can join in whenever they want.
They do keep some schedule up but it's mostly there to serve as a basis and gets modified on the fly depending on who wants to have a turn. It looks like many things have been reorganized in the last two weeks.
So, when we arrive in the dining area, the preparations are already almost finished by some of the elves and tieflings working together. Astrea sits by one of the tables and calmly consumes her meal in silence while the other girls set up the remaining dishes.
We sit down together on the opposite side of the table and join the catgirl. During our meal, other residents keep coming in and doing the same. You can't help but notice the nice and friendly atmosphere amongst everyone.
Even when the two of us finish, some other people still keep arriving in the dining area. It seems to be working well for this type of meal. Somehow, it feels like a hotel buffet back from Earth but it's the guests that prepare the food for themselves and each other. Such a weird feeling.
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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
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