■ Sister Cover Rice □
In truth, having sex all day is a rather exhausting activity.
No matter how much vigor a human may have, usually after about 4 to 5 times, no more semen comes out.
In that sense, I had already transcended the state of an ordinary human.
When a mage reaches the 7th rank, they shed their old body and transform into a new one.
My master explained this phenomenon as the human body shedding its old flesh like an insect or reptile to store massive amounts of mana, but I had slightly different thoughts.
Originally, the ranking system for mages is based on the Tree of Sephiroth depicted on ancient stone tablets.
There are a total of 10 stages, from 1 to 10, and the higher you go, the closer you get to a god.
Historically, it’s said that only one mage has ever reached the 8th rank, and even that person was an elf, known for their long lifespans.
Fundamentally, magic is a discipline of enlightenment.
A talented individual might reach the 6th rank in their teens, but someone without talent couldn’t break through the 4th rank barrier no matter how long they studied.
So time wasn’t really that important, but if time was given to someone with talent, things changed.
The proof of this is that the sole 8th-rank mage was of elven origin.
…I’ve gone on a bit of a tangent, but when I reached the 7th rank, I didn’t experience the same phenomenon of youthful rejuvenation as my master did.
However, various physical abilities improved instead: strength, endurance, cardiorespiratory capacity, total mana capacity, and finally, vigor.
Unlike my master who likened everything to martial arts clichés, I understood this difference as the human body evolving closer to a god.
At the 7th rank, the ordinary body transforms into a being between a god and a human—a Nephilim.
Thinking about it this way made it easier to accept the various changes happening to my body.
Of course, this is merely a hypothesis I’ve constructed…
After breakfast, we moved to the living room.
It seemed inappropriate to keep having sex in the kitchen, after all.
We’d already taken turns mixing our bodies, but both Ozma and Camilla were still starved for sexual desire.
They had clearly recognized the pleasure of physical intimacy during the two years they spent with me.
I sat on the couch, and Ozma and Camilla naturally dropped to the floor. Seeing what was coming, Dorothea grabbed her newspaper and retreated to her room.
Now, with just the three of us left in the living room, there was no need to worry about others’ opinions.
“Excuse me.”
Camilla said this as she pulled down my pants and underwear in one swift motion.
Although my lower half became completely exposed, her movements were unhesitant.
Carefully gripping my flaccid member with both hands, she kissed the glans covered by the foreskin.
Slurp… Slurp…
Once, twice.
She lightly pressed her lips while gradually moving downward.
When she took my testicles into her mouth, Ozma, watching from the side, naturally took over by sucking on the glans.
Rather than licking it like ice cream, she simply chewed gently with her mouth, creating a ticklish sensation that wasn’t unpleasant.
As I received the devoted oral service from both of them, my previously limp member quickly grew to an imposing size.
“Huff…”
Ozma, naturally releasing the glans from her mouth, looked up at me with a seductive gaze and ran her tongue along the entire shaft.
While I softly stroked her violet hair, Camilla, who had been sucking on my testicles, joined in and began sucking on the shaft like Ozma.
To have the demon king’s princess with her boyish charm and the obedient succubus maid serving me simultaneously was truly an incredible luxury.
Moreover, both of their breasts were incredibly large and delightful to touch.
Slurp… Chomp… Slurp…
When Ozma took the glans into her mouth, Camilla naturally licked the side of the shaft.
Mixed with Ozma’s saliva, the pre-cum dripped down the shaft, but Camilla showed no hesitation and continued playing with her tongue.
Gulp… Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…
As the deep-throating began in earnest, the shaft hit the back of Ozma’s throat, producing lewd sounds.
When I stroked her hair, Ozma looked up at me affectionately.
Meanwhile, Camilla, having handed the member over to Ozma, naturally climbed up and removed my shirt.
She then kissed me passionately, twisting her tongue as if craving more.
While reciprocating her affection, I naturally used my free hand to fondle Camilla’s chest.
Squish…
Since she wasn’t wearing any underwear for easy access, her body beneath the maid outfit was naked.
Though removing lingerie can be enjoyable in its own right, I refrained from showing disappointment and instead gently flicked the light pink nipples on her chest with my fingers.
“Hmmn!”
Camilla let out a pleasant nasal sound.
With her mouth occupied by our kiss, the noise wasn’t too loud, but it was audible enough for me and Ozma to hear.
It felt like tuning an expensive instrument as I played with various parts of Camilla’s already highly sensitive body.
Unable to endure the continuous stimulation, Camilla stepped back with a bright red face.
I signaled to Ozma, who was enthusiastically sucking on the member, and she reluctantly released it with a look of longing as she stood up.
“Take it off.”
With just those words, the two women began stripping off their clothes naturally.
Camilla removed the maid outfit she had been wearing since her time at the Demon King’s Castle.
Though it gave more of a uniform-like impression, this detail added a sophisticated flair.
As the black maid outfit slid off smoothly, all she had left on were her panties and stockings.
Frankly, leaving something on like this was more tantalizing than being completely naked.
Camilla knew this about my preferences, so she stopped there.
On the other hand, Ozma shed her airy lace negligee worn only at home.
Always commanding her subordinates with a stern face outside, Ozma turned into a submissive female once inside, using this contrast as a weapon.
As the thin negligee slipped off her toned body honed by exercise, her skin, characteristic of demons, revealed a slightly pale hue.
Thus stripped down to their natural forms, the two women naturally embraced me.
“Kaldratsch…”
“Master Kaldratsch…”
Their pitiful voices ringing in my ears only excited me further.
I kissed both of them simultaneously.
Though it may not technically qualify as kissing, when I extended my tongue, both women naturally followed suit, exchanging saliva.
The breasts of Camilla and Ozma were abundantly full, not fitting in one hand.
I kneaded their breasts like dough while gradually moving my hands downward.
Their flushed skin trembled subtly, implicitly anticipating the upcoming pleasure in a lewd manner.
Passing the belly button and massaging their thighs, when I firmly grabbed their buttocks, Ozma, who was in the midst of kissing me, let out a shriek “Kyaa!”
On the other hand, Camilla bit her lip and suppressed her voice.
Seeing the two react differently in the same situation gave me a satisfying feeling as the pursuer.
Eventually, after thoroughly fingering both of their vaginas, I instructed them to brace themselves against the wall when they were sufficiently wet.
Naturally, Camilla and Ozma stood side by side against the wall.
The sight of the two beauties presenting their behinds, pleading to be penetrated, was truly spectacular.
Moreover, their spread vaginas were dripping with arousal fluid.
I pondered who to penetrate first, then decided on Ozma, whose subtle hip swaying was quietly appealing.
“Ah! It’s finally in!”
Upon penetration, Ozma, with her hands braced against the wall, let out a delighted scream.
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
With every collision of her buttocks against my thighs, lewd sounds echoed throughout the living room.
Camilla, enviously watching Ozma writhing in pleasure, pleasured herself while voyeuristically observing my sex act with Ozma.
Perhaps due to a misstep early on, Camilla had developed a habit of masturbating while watching me with others, which wasn’t unpleasant to watch either.
By now, I had sufficiently pounded Ozma, so I withdrew from her vagina and thrust into Camilla’s instead.
“Aahh…”
Contrasting with Ozma, a slightly demure moan.
Yet true to her nature as the owner of the most lewd body among the women in my household, Camilla’s vagina was already drenched, akin to a flood.
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
As I tightly gripped her breasts and thrust wildly like a lustful calf, Camilla lost control, shaking her head in dizzying pleasure.
Alternating between the two vaginas, the bodies of the two women gradually heated up.
Eventually, as I approached my climax, I hastily withdrew from Camilla’s vagina and said,
“You both, sit down and open your mouths.”
Following my instructions, Camilla and Ozma knelt down and extended their tongues toward my member.
“Kuh! I’m cumming!”
As I signaled, the two eagerly wiggled their tongues, eager for my semen.
Bwuorrk! Bwuk! Bwuok!
An endless stream of white opaque liquid spurted out, dirtying their beautiful faces.
“Haa… Haa… Haa…”
Breathing heavily, I looked down at the semen-smeared faces of Camilla and Ozma before my legs gave out, causing me to slump onto the sofa.
Indeed, taking on both of them simultaneously was exhausting.
