Many men envy King Marius, saying his nights must be incredibly luxurious.
“It’s a misunderstanding!” Marius insists.
No one can definitively state it’s the truth. Of course, men are forbidden entry, and those capable of objective judgment, like Iris and Sophia, refuse to get involved. It’s not that the atmosphere is unpleasant, nor is there any scramble for favor as is common in the world. Marius dislikes such things, and any pretense would be impossible with Psychometry.
So, why does Marius react this way?
“Marius, open wide.”
“Open.”
“My turn next. Open wide.”
“Open.”
This kind of thing happens. When Lovisa starts, Barra follows suit. In short, a “war of service” has erupted. However, they show no competitive spirit towards each other, only focusing on serving Marius, making it difficult for him to get angry. When he tries to caution them:
“If there is anything lacking, please do not hesitate to tell me.”
They stare at him with earnest eyes. Furthermore, the other women watch intently, ready to learn from their example. At this point, he can’t possibly scold them for “serving too much.” He asks himself, “Am I complaining about being served by women?” and concludes, “How excessively indulgent of me.”
After the meal, Lovisa gives him a lap pillow and ear-cleaning, while Barra fans him. Even tasks that should ordinarily be done by maids, the women are eager to perform. When asked if there were issues with their roles, they unanimously replied, “There is no problem, as a wife serves her husband.” Emma, when looked at, simply averts her gaze. Her entire being pleads, “I cherish myself.”
“Is it a bother if we serve you?” she asks, looking up with tearful eyes, and Marius raises the white flag.
Perhaps the only relief is that Zofi and the others, and Auraniess, don’t barge in. Zofi diligently carries out her patrol duties, with Al and El assisting her. They seem to have accepted daily service as the wife’s responsibility. Auraniess, rather than watching with a detached gaze, even started saying, “Send me people to serve me too,” which Sophia and Iris, being considerate, appeased with their service.
(What should I do?)
Eventually, Marius, at a loss, consults the reliable Succubus.
“Help me, El-emon.”
The one he wept to thought, “He seems surprisingly at ease,” but in her loyalty, she proposed, “Then, was it a rotation? Perhaps a system of shifts would be good?” This, she reasoned, would at least prevent him from being constantly served.
“As expected,” Marius rejoiced and immediately decided to implement it. However, that alone wouldn’t solve all the problems. The night was the biggest hurdle.
Engaging in procreation with Lovisa, Barra, Zofi, Al, El, Emma, Aina, Remika, and Auraniess was a daily routine. While commoners might exclaim “Don’t mess with me!”, for Marius, procreation was a crucial task. Even though they couldn’t easily die, he had to produce an heir.
Now, regarding this task, it ranged from at least one man to six women, to a maximum of one man to nine women.
“Please lick me.”
“Tie me up.”
“Please hurt me.”
I won’t specify who made which statement. Some seemed to be pushing themselves.
The part of Marius that first got out of sorts after arriving in this world was his lower back. Driven by a desire to avoid seeing a doctor, the first King of the Kingdom of Tuban, who possessed healing magic, took the action of:
“Help me, El-emon.”
He cried to El.
“Perhaps this could also be a rotation system?” El, thinking “How did he manage until now?” blurted it out. When Marius had proposed this to the women, only Auraniess had objected, suggesting everyone else had similar thoughts. Even with divine power, forcing more than necessary was something they, as wives, were reluctant to do. However, the fact that they didn’t bring it up themselves indicates the complexity of women’s hearts.
“Ngnn.”
The biggest challenge was Auraniess, who grumbled dissatisfaction. Gently stroking her hair, kissing her, or trying to persuade her in bed, she wouldn’t relent.
“Then you’re out.”
Marius, with no other choice, decided to exclude Auraniess.
“W-What did you say?” Auraniess’s eyes widened, and she became angry, but Marius wouldn’t back down. He couldn’t create a precedent where whining would be tolerated.
“If you’re too selfish, I’ll seal you in a bottle and throw you into the sea.”
Auraniess fell silent. Executing such a threat would drastically increase the difficulty of coexistence between humans and demons, but fortunately, Auraniess didn’t consider that, and Sophia, who noticed it, kept silent.
In the end, Lovisa, Emma, and Aina formed one group. Auraniess, Zofi, and Al formed another. Barra, Remika, and El formed the last group.
If it ended here, it might not be a happy ending, but it could be called a good ending. However, it now turned into something like a team competition.
(I think I understand why wars don’t disappear in the original world.) Marius felt like sighing. Of course, since the main objective is Marius’s pleasure, they couldn’t be too assertive. Marius, being a man, was also happy to be doted on by beautiful women and girls.
One day, Marius realized he was in a dream world.
“Master.”
“El?”
“Yes.”
Only El was there in a world like a flower field, smiling at him.
“I thought of this idea to help you relax.”
“Thank you!” Marius rejoiced and rolled around in the flower field. El was always reliable, and he felt filled with gratitude and a sense of remorse. If he were to be greedy, he would wish for a plan that could fix the root cause, but that would be asking too much. The cause was undoubtedly Marius himself. He wasn’t so shamelessly unaware as to ignore that. Even though it was a dream world, the fragrance of the flowers healed his troubled spirit.
“Master, please have some, if you’d like.” El knelt and patted her thigh. Marius was drawn to it and rested his head there. In terms of size, it was the best, and it looked particularly magnificent when viewed with his head resting on her lap. Especially when he was relaxed.
“Once children are born, things will likely settle down. Until then, perhaps you could overlook it?” Gently advised, Marius thought that was probably how it was. He was moved by El, who sensed his worries and dedicated herself to comforting him.
As she stroked Marius’s hair, El thought, (It’s going according to plan!) with a dark smile. To ultimately have Marius all to herself and to gain favor points all at once. It was all according to her calculations. Marius would be better off not knowing where it all began.
(Unreliable Information)
Remika > Aina = Barra > Emma > Lovisa >>>>> Catherine (expectations for the future)
El > Zofi > Remika > Auraniess = Al > Aina = Barra > Emma > Lovisa
