They returned to the mansion in the dragon carriage without further incident.
That night... Regulus fully enjoyed the "promises" made by the girls.
[Flashback]
The heavy door to the master bedroom clicks shut. I turn to find three of my wives waiting for me, their silhouettes illuminated by the soft glow of the magic lamps.
Ine Mitarai is the first to move. The bold, black-haired seductress crawls across the bed on her hands and knees, a mischievous grin on her face. "Master~ We held a strategy meeting. We decided it's unfair that you always have so much energy."
Lycoris, standing by the bedside with her red hair cascading over her shoulders, blushes deeply. She clutches her silk nightgown nervously but nods with determination. "We... we intend to fulfill our duties as wives thoroughly tonight, Husband. Please... prepare yourself."
Loris sits silently on the edge of the bed, her golden eyes analyzing me like a predator watching prey. Her expression is calm, almost doll-like, but her hands are already reaching for the sash of her robe. "Ine's plan is simple," she states in her cool, pragmatic voice. "We will take turns until you surrender. Efficiency is key."
Ine giggles, pouncing forward to wrap her arms around my neck. "Efficiency? Boring! It's a raid boss battle, girls! First one to make him groan wins!"
Ine's lips crash against mine before I can respond—all teeth and tongue and possessive hunger. Her hands claw at my robes, tearing fabric in her haste. Riiip — silk parts like water beneath her nails.
"Greedy," I murmur against her mouth, palming her ass through sheer lingerie. She moans, grinding her pussy against my thigh. "You think your little ambush will work?"
Lycoris's trembling fingers brush my shoulder. "Let us serve you, Husband," she whispers, breath hot on my neck. Her lips trail soft kisses down my collarbone—hesitant yet eager. The contrast between her gentle worship and Ine's frenzied assault sends a surge of heat straight to my cock.
Shhk — Loris's cool hand slips beneath my robe. Her fingers wrap around my shaft with clinical precision, thumb swiping over the leaking tip. Precum slicks her palm as she begins to stroke—slow, measured pulls that make my breath hitch despite myself.
Ine pulls back with a smirk, nipping my lower lip. "See? Already losing composure, Benefactor~" Her hand joins Loris's, guiding the blonde to squeeze tighter. "Faster. He likes it rough."
Loris obeys without hesitation. Her grip tightens—squelch — calloused fingers working my cock with ruthless efficiency. Her golden eyes remain fixed on mine, analyzing every twitch, every suppressed groan.
Lycoris whimpers against my chest, her own arousal evident in the damp spot forming on her nightgown. "Husband... may I?" She glances down at my straining length, cheeks flushed crimson.
I thread fingers through her scarlet hair. "Eager to taste me, darling?"
She nods, sinking to her knees without another word. Her tongue laps tentatively at the head—soft, kittenish licks that contrast sharply with Loris's brutal handjob.
Ah... The dual sensation threatens to unravel me. Ine's laughter rings in my ears as she presses close again.
"Three-on-one isn't fair?" She grinds her cunt against my hip, soaking my robe with her juices. "Then beg, My Lord Beg for mercy"
Mercy is not in my vocabulary. I seize Ine by the throat—gently, just enough to make her gasp—and slam her onto the bed. Her legs spread instinctively, revealing glistening pink folds. Loris releases my cock immediately, retreating to observe like the strategist she is.
"Watch," I command Lycoris, still kneeling between my legs. "Learn how a proper wife takes her husband."
Ine's eyes widen with excitement. "Yes! Fuck me raw, Benefactor! Show them how—ngh!"
I sheathe myself in one brutal thrust. Squelch — her cunt swallows me whole, walls fluttering wildly around my girth. Her back arches off the mattress, a scream tearing from her throat.
"Loud," I chuckle, pinning her hips down. "But not loud enough." My hand smacks her ass—**CRACK** — leaving a red handprint blooming on pale skin.
"Ah! Fuck!" Ine claws at the sheets, tears of pleasure mixing with her mascara. "Harder! Break me—ah!—break me, My Lord!"
Lycoris whimpers behind me. I glance back to see her fingers buried in her own pussy, frantically rubbing her clit as she watches us. "H-Husband... I can't... it's too much..."
"Join us," I growl, yanking her up by the hair. She stumbles forward, moaning as I shove two fingers into her dripping cunt. Squelch-squelch — her walls clamp down immediately, greedy for more. "Ride Loris's face while I fuck your sister."
Loris lies down without prompting, spreading her legs beneath Lycoris. Her tongue flicks out—a silent invitation.
"N-No, I couldn't—" Lycoris protests weakly, even as I guide her onto the blonde's mouth.
**THUD**
Her knees buckle as Loris's tongue spears deep. Schlick-schlick — wet, obscene sounds fill the room as Lycoris grinds down, lost to sensation.
Ine writhes beneath me, cunt milking my cock with desperate contractions. "Cum! Please! Fill me—ah!—fill me first!"
Greedy to the last. I oblige with a snarl, slamming home one final time. Hot seed floods her depths as she screams, body convulsing in orgasm.
But my stamina holds. Infinite. Unyielding.
I pull out slowly, watching my cum drip from Ine's ruined pussy. She whimpers, trembling but still hungry-eyed.
"Round two," I announce, turning to where Lycoris rides Loris's face with abandon. "Who's next?"
Lycoris collapses onto the bed, trembling and glistening with Loris's saliva. Her red hair fans across the sheets like spilled wine. I grab her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. She gasps, ass raised instinctively—an offering.
Slap — my palm lands on her plush cheek, leaving a red print. "Beg properly, wife."
"P-Please!" Her voice cracks, muffled by the mattress. "Husband... take me... ah... I need you inside..."
I grip the base of my cock, slick with Ine's cum, and press against her dripping entrance. Squelch — the head pops past her tight ring of muscle. Lycoris sobs, fingers twisting in the sheets.
"Relax," I command, thrusting deeper. Her cunt clenches like a vise, milking me instantly. "Good girl. Taking me so well."
"Ngh... too big..." She arches her back, pushing her ass harder against me. "M-Move... please move..."
I oblige with slow, deliberate strokes—each one dragging a broken whimper from her throat. Loris appears beside us, golden eyes observing Lycoris's flushed face.
"Clitoral stimulation recommended," she states flatly, fingers already circling Lycoris's swollen clit. Schlick-schlick — quick, precise flicks.
"Ah! Loris! Ngh—too much!" Lycoris thrashes, impaled on my cock and Loris's fingers simultaneously. Her pussy spasms wildly, juices soaking my thighs.
Ine crawls up Lycoris's back, licking a stripe up her spine. "Look at you," she purrs, biting her earlobe. "Dripping like a common slut for our Husband~"
Lycoris's eyes roll back. "I... I'm gonna—AH!"
Her orgasm rips through her with violent force. Cunt clamping down, she screams into the mattress—a raw, ragged sound that makes my balls tighten.
"Again," I growl, pounding harder. Slap-slap-slap — hips meeting ass with bruising force. "Cum again."
Loris increases her tempo. Ine sucks marks into Lycoris's shoulders. Overstimulated and sobbing, Lycoris shatters once more—body convulsing as she squirts across the sheets.
I pull out just as she goes limp, cum spattering her trembling thighs. She whimpers at the loss, barely conscious.
Loris tilts her head. "Endurance: depleted."
Ine laughs breathlessly, collapsing beside her sister. "Round... round three... after I catch my breath..."
But her eyes are already fluttering shut.
Loris watches impassively as I lift her onto the bed. Her blonde hair fans out like a halo, golden eyes tracking my every move. But when my fingers brush the inside of her thigh, she flinches—a minute twitch betraying her inexperience.
"First time?" I murmur, parting her slender legs. Her pussy glistens, untouched pink folds already slick with arousal. "Nervous?"
"No." Her voice remains steady, clinical. "Physiological responses are normal. Proceed."
Ine giggles from the pile of exhausted wives. "Liar Your clit's throbbing, Loris-chan"
Lycoris stirs weakly, reaching out to squeeze Loris's hand. "It... it doesn't hurt much," she lies breathlessly. "Husband is gentle if you—ah—ask..."
Loris's gaze flicks between them, then back to me. "I don't require gentleness." Her hips lift slightly—a silent challenge. "Maximum efficiency is preferable."
'Stoic to the end.' I smirk, aligning my cock with her virgin cunt. "Efficiency, then."
**THUD**
I bury myself to the hilt in one thrust. Squelch — her tight walls clamp down viciously, blood and arousal mixing as her hymen tears. Loris's breath hitches—the first crack in her facade.
"P-Pain threshold exceeded," she gasps, fingers digging into the sheets. "Adjusting... ngh... parameters..."
I pull out slowly, watching her flinch at the drag of my cock. Crimson streaks the length of my shaft—proof of her sacrifice. "Still want efficiency?"
She nods, jaw clenched. "Continue."
The second thrust punches a moan from her lips. Slap-slap — I set a brutal pace, reveling in how her pristine composure shatters with each plunge.
"V-Vaginal contractions... increasing pleasure output..." Her golden eyes glaze over, cheeks flushing for the first time. "S-Sperm receptivity... optimal..."
Lycoris whimpers beside her, fingers sneaking down to rub her own oversensitive clit. "Loris... you're so brave..."
Ine crawls over, licking a stripe up Loris's trembling thigh. "Let me help~" Her tongue flicks the blonde's swollen clit in time with my thrusts.
**CRACK**
Loris's back arches off the bed, a scream tearing loose. Her cunt spasms wildly, virgin walls milking my cock with desperate intensity. "C-Cumming! Cumming! AH!"
I roar as she triggers my own release, flooding her tight depths with seed. She collapses, twitching and gasping—doll-like beauty ruined by sweat and tears.
Lycoris kisses her forehead gently. "Welcome to the family..."
Ine grins, flopping down beside them. "Round... four... tomorrow..."
But all three are already unconscious—limp and sated in a tangle of limbs. Victorious in their defeat.
[Flashback Ends]
If it weren't for having plundered the Authority of Lust, which granted him boundless vitality, he would definitely be walking with a hand on his aching back the next day.
After all, there were three of them—Lycoris, Ine, and the others. And among them, there was a certain clingy, lecherous little girl leading the mischief.
The final result of their collective "enthusiasm" was that all three of them couldn't even get out of bed the next morning.
To fully recover, they would need at least another half a day, perhaps even more, of deep rest.
Under these circumstances, Regulus's original plan was to seize the opportunity to quickly win over Theresia. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and avoid any unexpected variables due to prolonged delays.
But plans change.
During the time Regulus was away "disciplining" Capella, the girls in the mansion had held a meeting to discuss their future.
They wanted to go shopping together.
However, rather than just shopping, it was more like an invitation for Regulus to take them on a collective date.
Could he refuse? Could he reject an invitation from these lovely girls who had already agreed to become his wives?
Impossible.
Regulus didn't want the women who had entrusted themselves to him to be disappointed. So, with great benevolence, he resolutely chose to accompany them.
As a result, this "date" was not a one-on-one affair, but a one-on-two... or three.
It seemed they had also considered his feelings, deliberately limiting the mandatory date time to half a day. For the remaining half of the day, he was free to arrange his schedule however he pleased.
He could do whatever he wanted; they wouldn't interfere or question his movements.
At the same time, they offered a very tempting compensation for his time.
As long as the girls were satisfied with the date, they would voluntarily serve him at night.
Of course, the premise was that they had to be truly satisfied.
If they felt neglected or unhappy during the date, he would have to wait until the next rotation to touch them again.
And that was the catch.
With over a hundred women in the mansion, even if he slept with two people a day, the queue for a specific wife would be over two months long.
A chance once every two months. If he couldn't seize it, he would be left waiting for another sixty days.
'To be honest, this isn't bad at all,' Regulus thought, rubbing his chin.
It forced them to get to know each other, to become familiar, and to cultivate genuine feelings. If their hearts were moved, they would personally offer everything they had without him needing to demand it.
In that case, he would have to go all out.
He would use all his abilities—and all the "theoretical knowledge" he had accumulated before transmigrating—determined to conquer these hundred-plus wives one by one.
He absolutely had to make them all willingly give themselves to him...
Half a day passed quickly.
But to Regulus's despair, while the time together was pleasant, he didn't sense any indication that they were "satisfied" enough to unlock the nighttime reward.
'Wait, this isn't right.'
These were all proven techniques! He had summarized the successful experiences of great predecessors from his old world! Why didn't they work on these girls?
Or perhaps, the strategy for conquering women in this world was fundamentally different?
He couldn't figure it out.
'Never mind. I have plenty of time. They aren't going anywhere.'
He just needed to slowly explore, summarize the experience of getting along with each specific personality, and then figure out the key to their hearts.
Now, however, it was his free time.
It was time to find his main target: Theresia van Astrea.
He activated the Authority of Greed (Little King).
The minor royal authority pulsed, immediately confirming Theresia's approximate location within the city.
He turned to head straight for her.
"Master!"
A familiar, raspy voice called out from behind him.
Regulus turned his head. Wasn't it the old man who had driven their dragon carriage yesterday? The one he had gifted the ground dragons to?
The old man pulled his new, high-quality dragon carriage to a halt beside Regulus.
"Master, where are you going? Do you need me to give you a ride?"
"You came at just the right time," Regulus nodded, pleased by the coincidence.
He jumped onto the carriage without hesitation, his weight causing the vehicle to sway noticeably.
"Whoa!" A woman's surprised gasp came from inside.
In the next moment—
"Wah! Waahhh!"
A baby's sharp cry pierced the air from inside the cabin.
This made Regulus pause mid-step.
There were already passengers inside? Yet this old man still stopped to offer him a ride?
'Is he stupid? Isn't he afraid of ruining his business by mixing passengers?'
The old man naturally noticed Regulus's confusion and quickly explained, a proud smile on his face.
"Inside are my grandson's wife and my newborn great-granddaughter. If you find them noisy, my house is actually not far from here; I can have them walk back first."
"No need," Regulus dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "I don't find it noisy. I happen to like children very much."
"That's good! Then, please come in."
The old man sighed in relief, inviting him inside again.
After stating his general destination, Regulus entered the cabin.
The first thing he saw was a young woman with long purple hair, who was frantically trying to coax the wailing infant in her arms.
"Master, hello," the woman greeted politely, bowing her head as best she could while holding the baby.
From her grandfather-in-law's respectful attitude—and recalling the several high-quality ground dragons the old man had brought home yesterday—she had already deduced that this young man was the generous "Master" who had changed their family's fortune.
"Mm," Regulus nodded slightly.
To be honest, this woman was quite pretty.
But she was just ordinarily pretty. She wasn't exceptionally outstanding, let alone compared to the divine beauty of his own wives like Lycoris or Ine.
Regulus sat opposite her, his gaze falling on the child in her arms.
Very cute.
She was indeed just born; her eyes hadn't even opened yet, her face scrunched up in a tiny yawn.
"What's this child's name?" Regulus asked.
"Her name is Raksha."
"Raksha... mm. A very good name."
Of course, this was just Regulus being polite.
He didn't truly understand whether the names in this world were "good" or "bad," or if "Raksha" held any special meaning in the local culture. It sounded strong, at least.
"Thank you." A genuine, relieved smile appeared on the woman's face.
Yesterday, she had been somewhat skeptical of her grandfather's story about a "generous lord." But after meeting him today, seeing his calm demeanor and lack of arrogance toward a crying baby, she completely believed it.
This Master was kind and easy to talk to. There was none of that suffocating pressure one usually felt when interacting with high nobles.
Just then, the old man spoke up from the driver's seat.
"Master, do you still need servants at your home?"
"No," Regulus replied automatically. "We have enough already."
"Is that so? Ah, then there's nothing to be done." The old man sounded disappointed. "If your home still needed servants, my granddaughter-in-law... after she recovers from the birth, she actually wanted to work as a helper for you. She wouldn't need any payment! Just a meal at noon would be enough."
Regulus chuckled.
"Hehe~ Old man, you are thoughtful. But what I gave you is yours. You don't need to deliberately think about repaying me. I didn't give those dragons to buy your servitude."
"This... I'm truly sorry."
The old man's voice clearly showed hesitation.
He was clearly the type of person who, having received a massive favor, would feel physically ill if he didn't do something to balance the scales.
Regulus looked at the purple-haired mother and the sleeping baby.
'For this type of person, refusing them outright might actually cause them more stress.'
"If you really want to repay me," Regulus said slowly, a thought occurring to him.
He pointed a finger at the sleeping infant.
"When this child, Raksha, grows up... let her work as a helper at my home. Three meals a day plus accommodation. I won't pay her a salary, but she can leave whenever she wants. How about that?"
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