After our fun and pleasant moment, we spend a few more minutes just resting on the wide sofa together. Cornelia leans into my side as I brush over her soft tummy and Sirgia lays partially on my chest, receiving gentle pats and brushes while my fingers thread through her beautiful, brown hair. No matter which side I turn my head towards, the evidence of our battle is visible all over the fancy cushions covering the seating. Some of it still leaks out of the dazzling ladies by my sides.
"I think we should get up soon. Unless you two don't mind getting seen in such states. Not to jinx us but this situation just begs for someone to walk into the lobby through the main entrance."
Sirgia giggles and grazes my exposed chest with her petite fingers. "That would certainly be a sight, Master."
Cornelia shivers lightly. "Anything but that. I've lost enough face already. It's a miracle people at the castle aren't looking at me weirdly."
Chuckling a little, I press a tender kiss on her forehead. "You are a talented, smart, and amazing woman and you know it. They know it too. Even though you chose to work in a brothel rather than the castle, you've still helped the kingdom tremendously. No one can take that away from you."
A delicate blush blooms over my lovely magician's cheeks and Cornelia snuggles her face more into my neck. "You are just buttering me up as always..."
"Do I really need to?" I raise a brow at her. "I'm pretty sure you would let me smash even without me telling you pretty words again and again."
She starts lightly smacking my face while huffing at me and I laugh a bit, doing nothing to protect myself. Sirgia giggles from the side at our little scuffle. Contrary to her actions, I can see Cornelia's lips curling into a smile from our casual banter. She loves it as much as I do.
"Alright, alright, spare my face." I catch her wrist and pull it close to place a chaste peck on the back of her hand after she stops flailing it around. "I'm still going to need it to seduce female guests into our little establishment."
Cornelia snorts, rolling her eyes at me. "You mean seduce a dozen of poor, unsuspecting women into your ever-growing harem. Just one look is enough to make any single girl weak in the knees."
I grin at her mischievously. "Does that mean I'm pleasant to look at?"
Some more crimson surfaces over her skin but Cornelia doesn't resume assaulting my face. Instead, she smiles teasingly and pulls me down into a passionate kiss, choosing that way to answer my question. My palm resting on her side snakes down her marvellous skin and ends up reaching her squishy butt. Obviously, I give it an affectionate squeeze, evoking a quiet sigh from my beloved, hazelnut-haired wife.
"Don't let it get to your head, idiot." She smirks at me after we finally part.
"I would never." I smirk back at her. "Now, do my precious ladies require assistance in getting their dazzling bodies all cleaned up?"
"Yes, please," Sirgia answers softly, raising her face to meet my gaze with a barely noticeable tinge of rosiness tainting her cute cheeks.
"I guess I'll go too." Cornelia sighs. "Someone has to watch over the two of you. We have plenty of things to prepare and this little wench is not to be trusted. I know what effect she has on you, especially when she brings out those cursed puppy eyes of hers."
My adorable Dwarf wife blushes even harder while releasing a sweet giggle. Cornelia isn't exactly wrong. Met with the pretty, short, charming bundle of cuteness, you just want to lose yourself in her and go with anything she says. And don't let Sirgia's thin frame deceive you, she is a complete animal in bed. Our brief tussle definitely didn't drain even half of her energy.
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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
FantasiAlastair 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...