This time, there’s a scene with an intense intertwining.
“Let me handle the watering. Al, can you roll up the hose when I’m done?”
“Alright. Kent, I’ll take care of it.”
After Kent finished watering, Al, while rolling up the used hose, said to Kent, “The harvest baskets are on the same shelf, so feel free to use them.”
“There are baskets of different sizes—big, medium, and small.”
“Yes, they’re arranged so you can choose according to the amount you need to harvest.”
The baskets on the shelf weren’t just one type; they were divided into three sizes, with multiples of each prepared to suit the necessary quantity for harvesting.
“Marie, how much should we harvest?”
“Well, let’s gather enough for lunch and dinner for me and Kent. Hanako and Fuuko might come home hungry, so let’s collect a little extra.”
“Got it. Then let’s use this big basket.”
After hearing Marie’s opinion, Kent decided to use the largest basket for harvesting.
“Working physically like this, I don’t feel the cold anymore.”
“True. It seems Catherine has been left with all this work despite being so busy. Maybe I should help out a bit too.”
Kent found the vegetable harvesting to be quite a strenuous task. Sweat poured from his body, and he removed a layer of clothing to continue working. Marie also felt the work was tough and similarly shed some layers, sweating as she harvested.
“Marie, Catherine does the home garden half as a hobby, so don’t worry about it.”
“Is that so? If it’s a hobby, then it’s fine to leave it to her.”
“That said, I’m in charge of the heavy lifting.”
Marie felt bad leaving the hard work to the two of them and offered to help, but Al assured her that her concern was enough and that she didn’t need to assist.
“Well, that should do it. What about you, Marie?”
“Alright. Yes, I think this is good.”
“Ah.”
Marie wiped her sweat with her hand and stood up. Her sweat-soaked shirt had become see-through, clearly revealing the shape of her chest.
“Oh my, Kent, you’re such a pervert.”
Marie noticed Kent’s gaze and quickly covered her chest with her arms.
“Master, Master, look at me too.”
“Wait, why are you half-naked?”
“I thought you’d be happy, but you don’t seem to be?”
“It’s better when it’s see-through. Seeing it directly doesn’t excite me.”
“Is that so? *Sniff*.”
Perhaps in competition with Marie, Al stripped off her top, baring her chest to Kent. But, like with Marie, Kent wasn’t particularly aroused by the direct view, having been more excited by the see-through effect. Realizing this, Al looked disappointed.
“Achoo!”
“Marie, are you okay?”
As Kent and Al were having this exchange, Marie sneezed cutely. Concerned, Kent asked if she was alright.
“With my clothes soaked in sweat, it’s a bit cold. Since we’re done harvesting, let’s go back home and take a bath.”
“That’s a good idea. I’m sweating too, so that might be best.”
“I’ll join you too!”
Carrying the baskets of harvested vegetables, Kent, Marie, and Al headed inside and went straight to the bathroom.
“Ah, a bath after working is the best.”
“Indeed. It feels very refreshing.”
“I also feel really good because Master worked so hard.”
After washing off the dirt, the three of them ended up seeking each other’s company. They left the bathroom feeling refreshed both mentally and physically.
“By the way, it’s almost lunchtime. I’ll start preparing quickly.”
“I’ll help too.”
“Wait, why are you both heading to the kitchen without getting dressed?”
After drying off with a bath towel in the changing room, Marie and Al headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch without getting dressed.
“You two are going to catch a cold if you’re not careful.”
Kent, worried about them catching a cold, followed them to the kitchen after getting dressed.
*Chop chop chop chop*
The sound of a knife rhythmically cutting came from the kitchen.
“Marie, Al, why are you cooking in that state?”
“Fufufu. We thought you’d be happy.”
“That’s right, that’s right.”
When Kent peeked into the kitchen, Marie and Al were cooking naked, wearing only aprons.
*Splat, whisk, whisk*
Marie was chopping the freshly harvested vegetables, while Al was washing the vegetables beside her.
“Kent, please sit and wait.”
“Alright. *Sits down, then gasps*”
Following Marie’s instructions, Kent sat on a chair in the kitchen and watched the two work. His eyes were drawn to Marie and Al’s buttocks, which jiggled as they moved.
“Oh no, it’s rising.”
Kent, watching their bottoms, gradually became excited.
(Control yourself, control yourself.)
Kent thought he shouldn’t disrupt their work and desperately tried to suppress his rising desires.
(Marie, Master is getting excited.)
(Al, your plan seems to be working.)
While keeping their backs to Kent, Al and Marie whispered to each other. The naked apron strategy had been Al’s idea. Marie normally wouldn’t dress like this in the kitchen, but since only the three of them were home, she went along with Al’s little game.
“Oh dear, the vegetables I wanted to wash are at the back, and I can’t reach them.”
“Whoa!”
In a theatrical motion, Al stretched to grab the vegetables at the back of the sink. Her body bent, and her buttocks came into clear view of Kent.
“Ugh, I can’t hold back anymore. Al!”
“Ah, Master!”
Unable to restrain himself, Kent lunged at Al from behind.
“Kent, you chose Al over me. *Sniff*.”
“Whoa, Marie, put down the knife before you speak!”
Kent had lusted after both of them but ended up acting on his desire for Al. Marie, who wasn’t chosen, clenched the knife she was using to chop vegetables in frustration.
“Just kidding. I’m disappointed I wasn’t chosen, but I’ll let out your struggling son.”
*Clatter clatter*
“Fufu, your son has come out.”
Marie placed the knife on the cutting board and pulled down Kent’s pants and underwear. His son, freed from the tightness, stood up energetically.
“Thank you, Marie. Al, here I come.”
“I’m ready anytime. Please thrust in.”
“Ah, Master’s thing is inside me. Ah, ah!”
Kent plunged into Al without any foreplay. Al had already prepared her inner self to be slick, so Kent’s son was swallowed without resistance.
“Al, you’re amazing—you get wet without any effort.”
“Ehehe, as a fairy, it’s easy to prepare for Master’s thing. But I’d still prefer some foreplay.”
“Al, sorry for thrusting in so impulsively. But it feels amazing.”
Marie watched enviously as Al could accept Kent so readily. Even with such abilities, Al still wanted to be caressed, making Kent feel guilty for his impulsive actions.
“Marie, Al’s lubrication feels great. Can I enter you?”
“Ah, yes. Please. Ah, Kent’s hot thing is inside me.”
“Master, don’t call my juices lubrication!”
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just a metaphor. But it’s so slippery inside. It doesn’t hurt even without foreplay.”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, without foreplay, it’s, ah, so strong.”
Kent pulled out of Al and entered Marie. Thanks to the juices from Al, Kent’s son moved smoothly inside Marie, making her moan.
“Ah, yes, no, don’t pull out.”
“Sorry, Marie, wait a bit.”
“Ugh, Master’s thing is inside me.”
After moving inside Marie for a while, Kent pulled out and entered Al. Alternating between them, the three of them moved towards climax together.
(Ugh, it’s getting good, but if this continues, one of us won’t reach climax.)
While inside Al, Kent realized a problem. Trying to climax simultaneously meant one of them might be left out. He thought of a solution as his ejaculation approached.
(Let’s try this.)
Kent, driven by instinct, thought of something that could make all three reach climax at the same time.
“Ah, no, don’t put that thing in, I’ll—”
Kent borrowed an eggplant from the ones Al had washed in the sink and thrust it into Marie. Since she was already filled with her own juices, it slid in smoothly.
“Let’s all climax together. Ugh, Al, I’m cumming inside.”
“No, Master, if you pour that much, I’ll, ahhhhhh!”
“Ah, I’m cumming from the eggplant. Nice eggplant, ahhhh!”
As Kent reached climax, Al and Marie also climaxed.
“Haah, haah, it’s been a while since I came from an eggplant. Haah, haah.”
“Marie, have you, uh, used vegetables before?”
“Ah, ahaha, well, before I had this kind of relationship with Kent, I sometimes used vegetables when I was lonely.”
Marie admitted that before her relationship with Kent, she used vegetables for self-pleasure.
“Master, Marie, I won’t forgive anyone who mistreats vegetables, even you two.”
“Ah, Al, listen—”
“Al—that was in the past—”
“Gyaaaa!”
As a fairy who loves plants, Al couldn’t forgive the misuse of vegetables and lashed out at Kent and Marie.
—
“Mom, this simmered eggplant is delicious.”
“R-really? I’m glad.”
That evening, simmered eggplant was served for dinner, and Catherine enjoyed it. Al didn’t allow the eggplant used in Marie to be discarded, so it ended up on the dinner table. Catherine, unaware of its use, enjoyed it. Kent and Marie, knowing its history, watched her eat with complex feelings.
