Shortly after leaving the library with my precious Slimes, I stumble on Cornelia. Naturally, just like me, she is completely naked, displaying all her assets to the world and any innocent bystanders. I have to say, though, seeing her completely nude with just her stylish glasses makes me hard. If I wasn't already, of course.
She picks her gaze up from some small notebook and her eyes widen briefly after spotting us. I catch her glancing at my member for a second, which quickly brings a little flush to her mature face.
With a tiny smirk, I step forward and walk close enough to my precious and smart wife to pull her into a hug. Cornelia doesn't fight back against it and lets me tilt her chin up a little to pepper her sweet lips with a myriad of kisses.
Freeing her mouth for a moment, I gaze deep into her charming, hazelnut eyes.
"How are you doing?" I ask with genuine curiosity and concern.
She snorts at me and glances to the side. "I couldn't be any better. You should worry about yourself. Are you already getting tired of getting jumped on by countless horny women?"
I bring my hand to Cornelia's cheek and brush it lovingly, still looking at her intently. She returns her eyes to the front, stares back at me for a few seconds, and gently chews on her lower lip, releasing a quiet sigh.
"I'm... fine...." she replies again with a tender smile. "Thanks for asking. It's been very uncomfortable in the beginning but I'm slowly getting used to it. At least as much as I can."
Her eyes skip to my lips and I pull Cornelia into one more kiss, much longer and more passionate this time. My other hand rubs her back reassuringly as our tongues dance together. Bit by bit, it snakes further down, soon slipping between her plump asscheeks, diving into the narrow valley between them. My finger reaches its destination and I tickle her back entrance a bit, applying some pressure on it.
A surprised gasp breaks our kiss and a gentle slap lands on my cheek.
"Pervert!" Cornelia exclaims accusingly.
Contrary to the tone of her voice, the wide smile decorating her face betrays how much she liked my little tease. She chuckles shortly after and steals my lips once more, just to place a quick peck on them.
"You don't need to go this far to comfort me, Al. I do appreciate it, though. If we weren't in the middle of a corridor... then... you know... maybe..." She raises her butt a bit to make my finger rub against the forbidden passage once more.
It's my turn to chuckle softly as I stroke her cheek. "I'd be happy to. We have a few things to take care of first, though. I gotta go out for some shopping, potentially also finding a few new collaborators."
"Anything I can help with?" she asks with some rosiness still present on her beautiful face.
"No, thank you very much. Unless you want to take a break from being naked all the time?" I raise a brow at her.
She rolls her eyes. "I'm not that weak. I don't need excuses. Yet..."
I stifle another chuckle and peck her cheek. "I know, I know. In any case, I'm going with our jelly duo and Ria so there are already quite a few people. For you, though, I might have something else to think about."
"Oh? What is it?" Cornelia gives me a curious glance.
"Hecate would like to learn how to speak properly. I wanted to leave that to you girls, perhaps. We might have to start from the very beginning as she was bullied into not making any sounds for most of her life," I explain.
She rubs her chin while thinking.
"Hmmmm... That's quite sad to hear... Personally, I don't mind. It's a good idea. I'll mention it amongst the girls while you are gone. Of course, it would be best if you pitched in too since she seems to be very attached to you. I'm sure she would be able to make quick progress with your guidance."

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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
FantasyAlastair 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...