"Isn't that already guaranteed?" I chuckle softly at the petite foxgirl.
She responds with a shy smile and glances away for a second, soon returning her pretty eyes right back to mine. Her golden irises glimmer with modest anticipation and a tinge of anxiety. For a moment, I'm not exactly sure how I'm able to gather so much just from that without creating a connection, but the various faint scents her excited body is emanating seem to make my assessments much more accurate.
Perhaps I'm getting better at reading Beastkin.
The adorable ninja grows a bit more nervous in the meanwhile as I don't take any actions towards her so I quickly fix that mistake. Slowly leaning myself lower, I cup her chin up with my hand and place a tender peck on her pillowy lips. She lets out a tamed sigh as her lithe frame shivers from top to bottom. Her mouth opens for me in a quite submissive manner and she invites me to shower her with affection the way I might desire.
Before things actually escalate, I draw my lips back while lovingly brushing her cheek and glance around.
"Just so we are all in the clear, there's no one who was told that this is obligatory, right? I can't exactly know what your instructors passed on to you. Everyone wants this, yes?" I ask as my gaze roams over an entire dozen of various, unique girls.
Damn.
I might have taken up a much bigger group of fish ladies but thinking about it consciously twelve is still a huge number.
They exchange glances amongst themselves and then nod in unison. I catch a few nibbled bottom lips and hopeful smiles. The half-blood Wolfkin is clearly trying to make herself as presentable as possible as if how her attire looks matters greatly, but she's failing miserably by overthinking it a lot. And from already being very bothered by my earlier teases.
Shooting her a small wink that flusters the canine lady even more, I return my attention to the vulpine beauty in my arms. Not falling behind her sisters-in-arms, she also quickly nods to make it clear what her decision is even though she has literally asked me to claim her just a moment earlier.
"Alright," I whisper to her with a smile. "Shall we move into one of the rooms?"
She pushes her cheek more into my palm. "I... I don't want to wait any longer... Sir..."
Her blush deepens by a level or two as she voices out her need. It definitely takes quite a bit out of her to be this direct. I can tell that she's usually on the more withdrawn side, but it looks like my actions might have pushed her past that line.
"As you wish." I pepper her lips with a few gentle kisses. "And feel free to call me whatever you want. Right now, we are moving from a professional atmosphere into something much more pleasant."
With a snap of my fingers for an additional effect, a stylish, demigod-sized bed pops up right next to us, eliciting a round of gasps from the group of mercenary women. King-sized is not enough anymore so I had to come up with something a tier higher. Thus, demigod-sized. It should have no problems fitting even all of the gathered girls on its sizable surface. You could literally set up a camp on the heavenly mattress if you wanted.
The foxgirl takes a peek over her shoulder and a tiny smile curls the corners of her plump lips up. She takes a few steps back while returning her shimmering eyes to me and bumps into its edge. Sitting down, she places her hands together on her lap and waits for me with her fluffy fox tail swaying from left to right in eager anticipation. I don't think she can get any more adorable.
Without further ado, I move closer and drop to one knee in front of her so that she has the privilege of looking down at me instead of hurting her neck. My palms slide up the smooth material covering her sides and her lips part from the tender sensation. Reaching the level of her chest, I sneak them to her back and bring my face to hers, going right after that sweet mouth of hers. Her slender arms wrap around my neck as her fingers take on an adventure through my hair.
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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...