I walk through the corridors with Sirgia in a princess carry. Her head rests on my shoulder as she adorably releases soft breaths into my neck. A warm smile sneaks onto my lips. She's just so cute when asleep. I guess that's one of the good sides of her often overworking herself. I can adore this precious Dwarf when she finally catches some well-earned leisure.
Although, it might look a bit comical seeing a completely naked dude carrying a petite, sleeping girl in his arms. Fortunately, everyone knows each other well, including me, so the few women we pass on the way to my room only give us soft smiles and respectful nods.
Well, maybe also taking a brief peek below but who can blame them? It still feels a tad weird and unusual but they are welcome to stare as much as they would like. It's nothing they aren't able to see basically on demand. A decent composure training, I must say.
We arrive in front of my chamber without any inconvenient accidents and I carefully reach for the knob while doing my best not to rouse my adorable little Dwarf from her sleep. But, the very moment I turn it enough to unlock the door, I sense some rustling against my chest and glance down.
In a flash, my vision disappears. Unending darkness envelops my eyes, for some reason. At a moment's notice, the weight I've been carrying also goes away and something pulls me inside the room by my wrist. The door gets closed behind me and I hear quick, dainty footsteps rushing away from my position.
"Okay. What the hell is—"
Before I get to finish my sentence, the mysterious obstruction falls off my face and I'm greeted by seven gorgeous women standing right in front of me with their everything revealed to the world. From left to right, it's Elea, Neira, Cornelia, Astrea, Teffith and Ailish. Not a single piece of clothing covers their magnificent bodies. It's a complete, utter feast for the eyes.
And, of course, one more extremely charming woman peeks her head from behind Cornelia. I focus my gaze on Sirgia, who is now also in her birthday suit, and place my hands on my hips.
"You sneaky little devil." I frown playfully. "You weren't tired even in the slightest, were you?"
She giggles cutely and hastily escapes back behind Cornelia, fleeing from my sight. Showing only half of her face again, she glances at me with one eye and a tiny, adorable grin.
"Since when? I ask.
Sirgia ends her gingerly act and walks to Cornelia's side with a faint blush on her pretty cheeks. It's definitely very embarrassing for her to stand there naked with everyone else present.
"Back in the kitchen," she answers timidly. "I felt you coming, Master, and started acting. I was supposed to wait for you here with everyone but I didn't notice how long I took with those sandwiches."
"You are overworking yourself even outside of your own area of expertise. Why I'm not surprised in the slightest?" I shake my head and chuckle. "So, what's this about? I must say, I love the view, that's for sure."
Cornelia snickers quietly. "You are not the only one."
I catch her taking a glance at my waist and I smirk at her. Elea then comes forward, her delicious hips swaying alluringly and her generous, chocolate breasts just begging for attention. She stops right in front of me and throws her arms around my neck.
"Didn't I already mention it? You don't think we would forget about the welcoming party as your loving wives, would we?"
She presses her impressive tits into my chest and our lips meet. I graze her soft back as we exchange passionate kisses. If this is not enough of an indication of what awaits me in a moment or two, then Elea's slim underbelly intentionally rubbing against Alastair Junior leaves no further doubts.
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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
FantasíaAlastair Carter is a 27-year-old marketing and management teacher like many others around the world. Well... maybe besides the fact that he teaches some of that world's prodigies, but it's just a small detail. Even though he loves fantasy novels, he...