Chapter 591 The Northern Duo ②*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It started when they declared they were going to have serious, lovey-dovey baby-making s*x. That kicked off the night’s activities between Kushe—my Love Mage Number Two—and my beloved step-sister Flearis. And true to their word, they went straight for a heated kiss.
”Mmph, smack, smack, smack♡♡♡ slurp…♡♡♡ slurp slurp, smack, smack, smack…♡♡♡”
When our lips met, they’d suck and nibble, accenting with little bites, or poke and lick with the tips of their tongues. Then they’d twist their tongues into my mouth, and when I fought back, they’d tangle theirs around mine. I wasn’t about to lose, so I slathered them with plenty of saliva, and they happily sucked it all up with a wet slurp.
They were formidable opponents. But I couldn’t focus all my attention on the tongue-wrestling. If I spaced out, one of them would latch onto my neck from the opposite side.
”Slurp, smack, mwah—♡♡♡! Sluuurp, smack♡♡♡ nibble nibble, slurp, smack, mwah…♡♡♡”
They’d mark me as if carving their passion into my skin, then lick over the spot with satisfaction. Then they’d bite my ear, lick it, take it into their mouths. When I couldn’t take the free-for-all caresses anymore and turned toward one, the roles would just switch and I’d be caught in a similar pincer attack.
Their momentum was unstoppable. Pressing their heated bodies against me, they pushed their chests—one comparatively modest (that was Flearis), the other absolutely modest (that was Kushe)—against mine. Given how enthusiastic they were, they might have been using me to rub their n**ples through no bra or an open bra.
Meanwhile, their four hands crawled all over my body. They were just as unrestrained—one moment they’d be stroking my thighs over my clothes, the next they’d grab my crotch over both underwear and pants (so sudden and direct it made me flinch), or shove their hands under my shirt and grope my stomach and chest as they pleased.
All the while, the kissing never stopped, and the attention on my neck never let up. Before I knew it, they’d synchronized their timing perfectly to strip off my shirt without ever breaking the kiss, and now their licking range expanded to include my collarbone, chest, and n**ples.
The notion of “what value could a man’s chest or n**ples possibly have” was long since passed. When their hot tongues slid over my skin, it felt embarrassingly good, and when they licked the tips, a shiver of pleasure shot through me—I had to latch onto the other’s mouth just to keep from letting a sound escape.
”Smack, slurp, smack♡♡♡ huff, huff…♡♡♡♡ slurp slurp, smack, smack, mmph, smack♡♡♡♡”
”Hah, hah, chomp…♡♡♡! Smack, smack, slurp, sluuurp…♡♡♡♡ smack, smooch, slurrrrp…♡♡♡♡”
The two of them, breathing heavily, sought my mouth and body. With our faces pressed so close together, their hot breath washed directly over my skin and face—ticklish and pleasant at the same time, and feeling their excitement only heightened my own. And seeing me like that, their excitement rose further… creating a cycle that seemed infinite.
When the kisser and the body-licker swapped roles, all three of our mouths would overlap. Handling two tongues darting around so aggressively was no small feat even for me, and I nearly got pushed over by the sheer momentum. Sure, a naive virgin might be overwhelmed—but these two were seasoned experts who knew every trick in the book. Women I’d trained. …Well, other wives had taught them too, and they’d grown on their own in some ways, but still.
The point is: this was bad. Unlike my recent encounters with Marm the receptionist or my dear cat Suu, there was a real risk I’d get steamrolled here. I searched for an opening to counterattack, but with them pressed so close, all I could reach was their backs, their butts, and maybe stroke their heads while they licked my chest.
Just as I was thinking that, Flearis, who’d been busy licking my chest, slid downward and ran her tongue along my ribs. That was a new kind of stimulation that made my body react—but as I twisted, I could finally reach Kushe, who still had her tongue shoved in my mouth.
I didn’t miss the opening. I placed my hand on her absolutely modest chest. And then—I groped her fleshless chest. From the feel of it, she was definitely wearing an open bra. That meant my target was, of course, her n**ples. But finding them through her clothes was tricky. I gave up quickly and slipped my hand up from the hem of her shirt.
The sensation of smooth bare skin. My palm was in heaven. Her fleshless but soft belly—I slid my fingers up over it, pushing her shirt up as I went. Along her side, her ribs. Every part I touched felt wonderful and never got old. I urged my hand forward despite the risk of being stalled, and headed straight for her chest.
”Fu—hah…♡♡♡♡ fu—hah…♡♡♡♡ Big Brother, it’s amazing, the smell…♡♡♡♡♡”
While all that was going on, Flearis, who had been sliding further and further downward, had gotten off the bed and buried her face in my crotch. I still can’t understand it, but quite a few of my wives are obsessed with the smell down there. “I’m just gonna sleep right here,” someone had once said—who was that, again? Love-dog Laika was a given—she used it as a pillow. Or was it Love-wolf Aerith? Or maybe it was Flearis herself…
Anyway, did the licking stop and give me some breathing room? Not exactly. Because Flearis wasn’t just sniffing—she was pressing that beautiful face of hers against me, grinding it in, taking deep breaths.
Even through my clothes, the physical pleasure of a face-job. The pleasure of the hot breath seeping through. The psychological, taboo pleasure of making a beautiful woman do something so lewd (even though she was doing it herself). And then there was that strange wet sound…
”Hehehe, don’t you think you’re a little too distracted down there? I went to all the trouble of making an opening for you—you’d better use it properly…♡♡♡”
”…You seem pretty relaxed for someone in your position.”
”Nope? I’m actually so close to coming it’s a problem. But well, today is ‘serious’ after all…♡♡♡”
Apparently, they’d coordinated their moves ahead of time. Kushe pulled her mouth away just long enough to drop that spoiler. It stung my pride a little, but my policy has always been to gratefully accept whatever’s served up for me.
I stripped off the shirt they’d only half-removed, and treated myself to a view of that open bra. It was a deep green set, matching her hair color. Clearly the work of our household’s go-to lingerie craftsman—it fit her modest chest perfectly… meaning it was an open bra with no gap for the n**ples to show.
”…Ahaha♡♡♡! Your eyes changed♡♡♡?”
I didn’t notice it myself, but Kushe said it with obvious delight. Flearis’s breathing down at my crotch grew heavier too, so she was probably right. I’d been led along perfectly—and I dove in, latching onto the n**ple peeking through the bra’s slit.
”Ah, ah…♡♡♡♡! Sorry, I’m gonna come once♡♡♡? Hah, hah, mm, ah, ah…♡♡♡♡♡!”
And just like that, she reached climax as promised. Her slender body trembled, and she squeezed my head tight against her. …That was fast, but no need to apologize. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close, savoring the heat of a woman in the throes of orgasm.
”Fuuuuhhh…♡♡♡♡! Amazing—just the resolve of ‘I’m absolutely getting pregnant today’ makes me this excited…♡♡♡♡”
Whether her unusual chattiness was to excite me, to hide her own excitement, or to heighten it further—hard to say. Maybe she was just being her usual self… but I could feel the fine sweat beading on Kushe’s skin where I touched her.
Caught up in the moment, I frantically breathed in her scent, her essence, and rolled her n**ple on my tongue. The rich smell and taste of a woman told me, whether I wanted to know or not, that she was getting “ready.” From these n**ples, ten months and ten days from now, milk would flow. The thought made me squeeze her even tighter. And my thoughts turned downward, to where she was surely getting ready too…
”Looks like you can’t hold back anymore…♡♡♡? It’s okay. I want you badly too…♡♡♡♡♡”
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Summary:
The night of serious baby-making commences as Kushe and Flearis launch a coordinated assault on the narrator, overwhelming him with synchronized kissing, licking, and caressing. Despite his efforts to counterattack, he’s quickly pinned down—Flearis moves to his crotch while Kushe taunts him about his distracted state. The chapter ends with the narrator succumbing to desire, embracing the situation fully.
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Trivia:
Kushe is identified as “Love Mage Number Two” and uses she/her pronouns per author clarification.
Flearis is the narrator’s “beloved step-sister” and uses the affectionate お義兄さん (Big Brother) honorific.
The narrator has multiple wives/partners including Laika (love-dog), Aerith (love-wolf), Marm (receptionist), and Suu (cat).
Kushe’s “absolutely modest chest” and Flearis’s “comparatively modest chest” are explicitly contrasted in the text.
The household has a dedicated lingerie craftsman who makes custom open bras.
The narrator trained these women, though other wives also contributed to their education.
The “baby-making” declaration is treated with a mix of humor and genuine intent—Kushe explicitly states “I’m absolutely getting pregnant today.”
The narrator’s policy is to gratefully accept whatever’s served up to him (proverbial “not turning down a meal laid out for me”).
Notes:
• Flearis – A pale, pink-haired covert unit member serving as a diplomatic envoy, guard, shopkeeper, and Coalmine Kingdom liaison. The protagonist’s relative—Lily’s sister and Martin’s younger foster sister/sister-in-law—she displays a cold, vengeful pragmatism, notably when reporting Lily’s words to Martin. Though only mentioned, she is noted as next in line for mating season.
• Kushe – Kento’s companion and Coalmine’s head Court Mage, this blunt, deadpan woman has haphazard dark green hair and a loose robe. Elegant in combat, she delivers reality checks, leaks secrets, breeds Nixfen monsters, complains about her knees, and is bewildered by Kento’s slime yet next in line for his mating season. She joins a group learning to act spoiled toward him but is otherwise only mentioned.
• Marm – An attractive, red-haired, tanned Adventurer’s Guild receptionist with a stunning figure and Mirajane Strauss-like looks. She is the protagonist Kento’s wife, though she was once an unattainable adventurer colleague. Kind and supportive, she acts like a “big sister” figure.
• Suu – A cat beast-person wearing glasses and a tight suit, she is the protagonist’s wife and Sample No. 19 in Kento’s report. She works at the Higuma Merchant Guild, serves as the secretary for the Royal Capital Beast-person Mutual Aid Association, and steps up as the first witness for the defense.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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