“Hey, we should to do some feet stuff next time.”

  Sincir throws Esme an incredulous look. “How can you possibly still be thinking about sex, after what just happened?”

  Once they finally finished their threesome and cleaned themselves (actually cleaned, no messy tongue work), Sincir opened the window and casted a small wind spell to air the room. Since the girls (Esme) then compined about the cold, Eleanor is now cuddling with Esme on the bed, while he lights the firepce.

  Though the nephilim looks slightly awkward while petting the smaller girl’s hair, Esme seems to be rather enjoying the attention... He should remember to tell Eleanor about aftercare ter, since they both bullied Esme quite a bit this time.

  It wouldn’t do to have their girl feeling down about herself ter, because of some harmless bedroom py...

  “Am I the only one who is hungry?”

  ...Then again, maybe he is worrying for nothing.

  “...No, I’m hungry too.”

  Having finished with the firepce, Sincir heads for their nightstand.

  The cookies Rez gaze him and the tea Esme brought earlier are still there... She wouldn’t mind if he shared some with the girls, right?

  Casting a couple of spells to heat the tea again, Sincir brings the tray and the small pouch of cookies with him.

  “I’m not hungry right now, but save some for me, okay?” he tells the girls while handing them the goods.

  “Oh, look who is finally acting like a proper boyfriend!”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Need I remind you this is the second time today I’ve brought you food while you were in bed?”

  “That’s... Fair, actually. Thank you, Sin. I was just kidding about the boyfriend thing...”

  Sincir sighs.

  Is she ever going to stop being awkward...? Then again, she wouldn’t be the Esme he has learned to love, if she fixed her awkwardness...

  As Sincir sits be their legs and pces the tray next to them, Esme opens the bag of cookies, then offers one of them to Eleanor, who bites into it after a brief moment of hesitation.

  “Good?”

  “...Not terrible,” Eleanor murmurs.

  “Here.”

  While the girls eat, Sincir carefully crawls over the bed, grabbing one of Esme’s foot into his hand.

  “Seriously, save some for me, okay? I have to at least taste them...”

  “Uh, Sin? When I said I wanted to try some feet stuff, I really didn’t mean that I wanted you to do it immediately...”

  Sincir grimaces. “Is sex the only thing going through your brain? Didn’t you say you wanted a foot rub earlier?”

  Eleanor snorts. “Now you know how I felt during every talk we had, ever since we started doing it.”

  ...Fuck, was it really that bad? He can’t help it with the horny stuff whenever she is around him, but before, had to keep it to his thoughts...

  “O-oh, shit, this feels so nice...” Esme murmurs as he begins to work on her foot, pressing his thumbs against her pressure points, “Is it normally this good, or am I still sensitive from earlier...?”

  “He is probably just good at it,” Eleanor says, “I’d wager he practiced on a couple thousand women before he got to us.”

  Sincir chuckles. “I was going to do yours as well, but I see you’re not interested.”

  Eleanor opens her mouth, seemingly intended on doing another snark reply, but Esme cuts her off by spping her shoulder weakly.

  “El, seriously, you have to try this... I’m not used to walking around, but I helped around the house today, and it already feels like heaven. For a fighter type like you, I bet it’d feel even better...”

  Esme moans softly as Sincir presses another of her points, and Eleanor averts her gaze, blushing slightly as she does.

  Of course, she has already had one of his massages, though it was a brief one. Right now, she is probably thinking what the real thing would feel like, after having walking around all day with him... In fact, Sincir could use a foot rub himself, but he doubts any of these two have any idea of how to do it properly.

  Well, he is fine with pampering them a bit, today.

  “Speaking of massages, how was it with Ena?” Eleanor asks, having obviously used the chance to change the subject.

  “Oh, right, you were going to give her a massage, as an apology... Fuck, if I’m ever mad at you, remind me to never allow you within touching distance of my body... Or I’m pretty sure I’d be the one apologizing, by the end of it...”

  Sincir chuckles. “I know it feels good, but you’re exaggerating... Though she did forgive me in the end, I don’t think the massage was what did it.”

  Eleanor looks at him, her interest picked. “She did? What did you talk about?”

  Sincir shrugs. “Nothing much. She asked about Hanna, and we talked a little about Rez...”

  “Did she mention...?”

  Making a jerking motion with her hand, Esme smiles teasingly at him.

  Sincir grimaces. “She did seem a lot more conscious of me than usual... I guess it was what it took for her to finally see me as a member of the opposite sex.”

  “Now you just need to catch her doing it, and the deal will be sealed,” Esme says, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Shut up and give me your other foot.”

  “How was she?” Eleanor asks.

  “Ena? I wager there is a fifty percent chance she did herself after I left, then cursed all of us until she fell asleep.”

  Eleanor, who was about to sip from her tea, nearly spills a mouthful of it, cursing as she gres at him.

  Sincir shrugs. “I mean, how could she not think about it, when she knows we’re having threesomes in the next room over? I don’t think her libido is particurly high, but she is still a young, healthy woman. It’d be strange if she was completely unfazed by all of this.”

  Eleanor sighs. “I knew this would happen... That stupid idiot. She had all these years, and now I am the bad guy for jumping on you... Maybe we should just move to a separate house,” she says.

  Sincir shakes his head. “And leave Ena to live with Rez, on her own? I don’t think it’d be a good idea, at least not right now. We’d also have to keep ourselves from flirting in front of her, or acting like a couple, which means we probably wouldn’t be going out as a trio, anymore... I doubt Ena wants that to happen, especially since she’d be the one ending up alone.”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Then what are we going to do? Just pretend like we’re not aware of how shit this all must feel for her?”

  “I say we give it some time, so Ena can make sense of everything. I figure she’ll go through a rough couple of weeks, or months, but she’ll be in a much better position to make a decision about her future then. If she wants to knock on our door for a foursome, look for a boyfriend, or start living on her own... It’ll be for her to decide.”

  “...Did you tell her she could knock on our door for a foursome?” Esme asks, to which Sincir rolls his eyes.

  “Of course I didn’t. She’d have kicked me out of her room if I tried... Right now, she is fixated on Eleanor; Because of their talk, and how insecure Eleanor is being about this whole thing, she thinks the right thing to do is to gracefully step aside, as the losing part, and give hre friend a chance of being happy.”

  From her expression, one might think Eleanor’s cookie suddenly rotted inside her mouth.

  Sincir smiles at her. “I’m not saying you did anything wrong, Eleanor. Ena is the one choosing to martyr herself, and she is doing so because she loves you... A stupid way to go about things, if you ask me, but then again, she is still barely more than a teenager.”

  Eleanor sighs. “Enough. I wash my hands of it... I was never that nice, to begin with.”

  Heh... Varzath would’ve been proud.

  Pcing Esme’s foot down in spite of her disappointed expression, Sincir grabs one of Eleanor’s, meeting her gaze as he ughs softly. “You just don’t want to admit you love her back. You should know at this point that she isn’t going to betray you, or seek revenge for what happened in between you, back at the orphanage... Rex a little, okay? None of us is out to get you.”

  Eleanor stares at him for a moment, her body and expression tensed... But then she gnces at her foot in his hand, and the cookie Esme is offering her, before taking a deep breath.

  “I suppose... You do make some amount of sense.”

  Sincir snorts. “With how much needless pride you’re burdened with, it surprises me you’re still able to walk.”

  Eleanor grimaces, though her snark reply dies in her throat once he begins to work her pressure points, becoming a soft moan.

  Seeing her expression, Esme smiles. “See? I told you... You know, Sin, there is something I don’t understand.”

  “Yes?”

  “What about the other fifty percent?”

  Sincir blinks; It takes his brain a good five seconds to understand what she means.

  “...In the the other fifty percent, she is too tired to do herself because of her mana exhaustion, so she goes to sleep horny, while cursing us.”

  “...So, she still curses us, no matter what.”

  “Well, she is a heavy sleeper, so I’m assuming she’ll be able to fall asleep eventually...”

  Esme smiles exasperatedly. “Okay, I feel bad; Are you sure we shouldn’t invite her?”

  “Naw, this is punishment for being a brat... She’ll get over it.”

  Eleanor sighs. “Maybe I should go check on her.”

  “I won’t stop you, if that’s what you want, but she is probably asleep by now... Esme, freeze.”

  Mouth still slightly opened, Esme freezes. Startled looking, she stares at him with a questioning look on her face. “...Yes?”

  “What is that in your hand, right now?”

  “...A cookie?”

  Sincir gres at her, then looks toward the small, empty bag discarded at her side. Following his gaze, Esme smiles tensely.

  “...Oh.”

  “Esme, what did I tell you about the cookies?”

  “I was... About to give this one to you, actually...”

  “I’m sure you were.”

  Seeing the two of them, Eleanor ughs... Although it is at his expense, Sincir is gd to see she is finally rexing again, after their talk about Ena.

  “Sincir, just forget about the massage...” she says, smiling as she rubs her other foot against his forearm, causing his gaze to lock onto hers, “I can tell you’re about to fall asleep sitting.”

  “...Careful, or we’ll end up naked again.”

  “We’re already naked,” Eleanor points out, “So I take it you mean your cock might end up inside my ass again...?”

  “Uh, guys, I don’t think we should... Or we might actually fuck the night away, this time...”

  “Idiot, don’t eat the cookie! Why are you moving it toward your mouth?!”

  “Ah! Sorry, it was a reflex! If you have food in your hand, you just...! I haven’t bit it yet! I haven’t!”

  Sincir groans. “Fine, I’m putting the lights out so we can sleep. Esme, if that cookie is not in your hand by the time I get back, I swear...”

  “I-I won’t forget this time...”

  Sincir sighs.

  Given his previous drowning experience, he hesitates to lie next to Eleanor, but after thinking it through, he decides that as the smaller of them, he might end up on the ground, if he sleeps near the edge...

  “Hey, give me some space...”

  “I saved your cookie!”

  “Don’t act as if you did a good job, idiot... Fuck, you make me feel as if I’ve been scking off tely.”

  “W-what?! Why?!”

  “Shut up. I guess I’ll at least exhaust my mana first... Give me the cookie; I don’t trust you with it.”

  Esme sighs, though her smiles is hearable within her voice as she presses herself against his back and offers him the cookie. “You’re so mean... Don’t take too long, okay?”

  “It’ll only take a couple of minutes.”

  ...It tastes surprisingly good. No wonder the girls ate them all.

  After exhausting his mana, Sincir finally lies down to sleep in between Esme and Eleanor, sighing as he does. A look to his right reveals Esme to be fast asleep already, and a look to his right brings him face to face with Eleanor’s blue, piercing eyes.

  “...You didn’t have to wait for me awake.”

  “What if I vetoed her?”

  Sincir doesn’t need to ask who she is referring to... He smiles tiredly. “Then I’d refuse her, even if she begged for my cock.”

  With the crackling of the firepce, and Esme’s steady breathing in between them, Eleanor continues to stare at him for a long moment, her gaze searching.

  “You don’t believe me? That I’d choose you over her?”

  “...Why?”

  Sincir sighs. Do they really need to have this conversation when he has a splitting headache...?

  “I told you, didn’t I? There are no rules when it comes to love. You knew what you wanted, and you had the courage to pursue it... I love Ena, but I wouldn’t throw away what we have right, now just because she suddenly changed her mind about me.”

  Eleanor averts her gaze, turning away from him.

  “So? Is she vetoed?” he pushes.

  “Don’t be stupid. She is the only one... I don’t have a right to.”

  Sincir would’ve liked to hug her, but in his current state, pressing his forehead against her back is the best he can manege. “I’m right here, you know? You don’t need to pull away.”

  “...Idiot, don’t touch me when you’re drenched in sweat.”

  Sincir ughs. “Sorry... I guess asking you to hug me is a no go, huh?” he says, sighing, “I should’ve put some clothes on...”

  “...Are you cold?”

  “Nah, I can handle this mu-”

  Eleanor turns toward him, then presses his head against her chest, wrapping her leg over his while pressing their bodies together.

  Although he can longer see her expression, with her hastened heartbeat next to his ear, and her hand shaking as it stands pressed against the back of his head, it doesn’t take a genius to figure she was a lot more affected by their talk about Ena than she wants to let on.

  “...You don’t have to force yourself.”

  “Shut up...” Eleanor murmurs, “She... would be mad at me if she knew I let you sleep in the cold, while being right next to you.”

  Sincir chuckles. “Careful now, or I might start thinking you actually like me...”

  “And here was I thinking I was doing a good job of hiding my unending love for you...” Eleanor retorts drily.

  Snuggling himself against her warm skin, Sincir releases a satisfied sigh. “I love you too... Don’t suffocate me to death this time, okay?”

  Eleanor curses under her breath. “Sometimes I wonder if we’re speaking the same nguage at all...”

  “Night?”

  She sighs. “...Night.”

  Given his headache, Sincir takes a while to fall asleep, but cuddling with Eleanor makes for a pleasant enough experience, so he doesn’t exactly mind it...

  ...Sincir’s first thought as he opens his eyes is that today should be his turn to cook breakfast; Therefore, his first action is to groan out loud.

  Eleanor’s limbs are still wrapped around him, but she seems fast asleep, and a look toward the room’s curtains reveals a ck of sunlight beyond them, which means they must still be a ways from sunup.

  “Hey, Eleanor...?” he tries.

  She groans, then hugs him tighter. “Just... go to sleep already...” she mumbles.

  “No, stupid, it’s morning, and I need to get up...”

  “...Ugh, fine... you can suck on them...”

  ...Huh?

  “Look, as much as I appreciate the offer, I need to get up, seriously. I’ll suck on them ter, okay?”

  Eleanor freezes.

  “Eleanor? Just what were you dreaming about, exactly?”

  “...I just fucking hate you so damn much.”

  Sincir chuckles. “Should I dey breakfast today?”

  In response, Eleanor turns away from him.

  He sighs. “If you’re doing yourself, don’t spend all of your energy, or you’ll struggle with train-”

  “Shut up! Get the fuck out, already!”

  As Esme abruptly jumps and sits up, widening her eyes, Sincir facepalms.

  “...Sorry, Esme.”

  She gives him an empty look, blinks, then falls back against her pillow, turning toward the ceiling. “...Oh. Did something happen? Eleanor looks upset.”

  “Just ignore her. I’ll be heading down to make breakfast now, but you can go back to sleep if you want.”

  As Sincir begins to rise, Esme yawns, turning her gaze toward him. “I was actually having a nightmare, so I think I might get up too... Do you need help with breakfast?”

  “Really? What was it about?”

  His clothes are still scattered all over the floor, and Sincir quickly puts them on, before casting a cleaning spell over himself.

  Esme chuckles. “My nightmare? After I ate your stupid cookie, you had me run outside, naked... Then tickled-tortured me in front of everybody...”

  Throwing her a look, Sincir grimaces. “I might have done worse, had you actually eaten it.”

  Esme sticks her tongue at him.

  “Do you even know how to cook?”

  Esme throws him an offended look. “I grew up in the countryside, remember? Of course I know how to cook.”

  “Then get up already... And Eleanor, stop sulking, you’re fine. Anyway, I’m going down.”

  Grabbing the tray of tea they used the previous night, Sincir leaves the girls as he heads downstairs to start with breakfast... However, to his surprise, Rez is already inside their kitchen by the time he arrives, a pair of eggs tucked against her chest as she reaches for their frying pan.

  “...Oh. Hey, Rez, morning.”

  Having frozen in pce the moment she spotted him, Rez stares at Sincir with widened eyes for a moment, before quickly stepping away from the counter and lowering her gaze.

  “R-Rez no steal...! Rez c-cook! F-for e-everybody...”

  Oh, Lords... Approaching the cowering half-goblin, Sincir sighs as he shakes his head and pats her shoulder.

  “Rez, rex. It’s fine; I believe you. And besides... Even if you were cooking a couple of eggs for yourself, that wouldn’t be a big deal. Were you hungry?”

  It takes a couple of seconds, but Rez eventually rex her shoulders, coyly raising her gaze to meet his. “...Rez used to waking early... Thought she might make herself useful...”

  Sincir smiles at her. “I see. In this case, why don’t we cook something together? With how amazing your cookies were, now I want to try more of your food...”

  They were so good he barely managed to steal one for himself from his stupid girlfriends, so Sincir isn’t exactly lying...

  Rez’s eyes widen. “N-no, Ena helped with cookies, s-so-”

  “It’s okay; I know you’re still learning. I’ll get the pen ready while you fetch us some more eggs, okay?”

  After a brief moment of hesitation, Rez nods enthusiastically. “Rez f-fetch best eggs!”

  “Careful not to break them!”

  Watching her run around the kitchen, Sincir chuckles to himself.

  Honestly, she is learning much faster than he expected her to. And he can tell her speech is slightly better now than it was a couple of days ago...

  “Did you manage to sleep well tonight?”

  “Rez slept like stone after Sincir petting!”

  “Is that so...? Can you settle the ptes for me...? Wait, can you pass me that bag of salt, first...?”

  Although Esme said she’d help him with breakfast, by the time she comes down with a sleepy look on her face, him and Rez are all but done with the food.

  Sincir doesn’t even try to hide his disapproval. “Did you really fall asleep again after saying you’d help me?”

  Esme smiles her usual awkward smile, approaching him as she pces a soft kiss against his lips, then wraps her arms around him, shuddering slightly as she does so.

  “Morning, boyfriend... And no, I didn’t fall asleep again,” she whispers next to his ear, “Our grumpy roommate really wanted me to suck on her boobs, for some reason... That’s why I couldn’t come down sooner.”

  Sincir blinks, then presses his lips together in order to hide his ughter.

  “...I see. I think that might’ve been my fault, sorry.”

  “It’s okay. She has really nice boobs... And some pretty amazing fingering skills... I think I might be in love. You don’t mind it... Right?”

  Sincir kisses her again, chuckling. “Of course I don’t... Now go sit down, before the food grows cold.”

  “It smells nice... Sorry for not helping. Hey, Rez, morning.”

  As he pulls away from Esme, Sincir realizes Rez is staring at them with a funny look on her face.

  “...Is something the matter?” Sincir asks her.

  “No... Rez sucked on cow once. Eleanor’s milk the same?”

  Sincir might have been able to stop his ughter once more... Had Eleanor not chosen this exact moment to enter the kitchen.

  As it is, he is still ughing by the time she storms out, saying something about caring for her sword, and never sleeping on the same bed as him again...