''Tch... so they have been itching this close, huh?''

''We'll have to factor in the ones the succubus doesn't know and maybe the ones she intentionally left out, too.''

''Right. We can't really estimate them all, so let's just start striking them one by one.''

''Didn't you say that a fleet of bombers is ready? Why not use this chance to test them out?''

''I was about to suggest that.''

In the brief room, Dad, Mom, me, and a few others are discussing the intel I just got from torturing Dina, the succubus princess. The king of Azarel is here, although he doesn't do much. It's mostly Dad and some unknown military advisors on our side talking.

Now, this one is quite boring, to be honest. I'm good at blasting things away and maybe decent at devising some simple plans, but I certainly don't enjoy the latter.

I'm only here to report on my findings... and to take a break from studying AI.

Look, there's no one forcing me to study, but peer pressure is scary. When I see all six of my party members so absorbed in their lessons like that while I'm resting, I'll feel like a leech who doesn't do anything. Alas.

''Hah...''

As the discussion turns silent for a bit, my mom takes that cue and begins speaking to me.

''Still, it is impressive that you were able to make that thing spit out this much information.'' She says, sipping her tea elegantly. ''Baby, just how on earth did you do it?''

''Er... it's something related to mind control. Even gods can't fully manipulate a strong mind, but with divine power, I can at least influence their thoughts.''

''Hm... interesting.''

Yeah, so that was all bullshit.

I haven't learned mind control yet. I heard it's extremely difficult, so maybe later.

As for Dina... well, I just denied her orgasm around a dozen times, and that pretty much did the job. Apparently, not being able to cum when you want to can be painful.

Plus, being in that craze for flesh does reduce one's guard a lot.

I can proudly say that I managed to obtain important intel for humanity using only my right hand now.

Oh, should I use my feet next? I'm sure that'll be more humiliating for Dina. I don't wanna have full-on sex with that thing. Thinking back, maybe straight-up riding her on the first day is not so bad. That can be the bait to get her hopes up.

Not that I'm taking pride in my whore pussy, by the way. I just don't like doing it with the likes of succubi.

''Well, let's wrap it up here, I suppose.''

Noo! My break...!

This has been like, what, an hour? Don't we have more topics...?

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''Good luck with your study, Sylvia.''

''Cheer up, darling. I'll take good care of your daughters, alright?''

''...Yes, Mom, Dad.''

Fine, fine. Studying, huh.

Coming back to the room, I feel like my spine is giving up. Somehow, they still keep it going, it seems.

''Nn... you guys aren't going to rest?'' I ask, begrudgingly flopping down my seat. ''I feel like dying...''

''You can rest if you like, of course,'' Anna replies, her ears twitching. ''You've done a lot already.''

With the others expressing the same thoughts and giving sweet words, a burst of energy suddenly descends upon me.

''Mmm...! No! I'm going to work for my meals!'' I declare. ''I won't be a good-for-nothing elf!''

Firing up, I open my laptop, but then—

''Hah... alright, stop, stop.''

Held by the scruff from behind, I flail my short arms to reach the keyboard, but it's all in vain. Sariel, the one who always seems to be the most calm, now looks at me sternly as she carries me in the air.

''Don't push yourself too much, alright?'' She says. ''Everybody needs rest, regardless of what they're doing. If you are stressed out, how can you ever help us unwind?''

''Helping you guys... unwind?''

As I tilt my head like an idiot, Sariel smiles meaningfully.

Ah, right. Sexually.

Indeed, fucking a gloomy little doll won't be too exciting... except if it's a fetish. I guess it's reasonable.

So, surrendering to my fatigue, I gracefully fall into Emy's embrace, letting her hold me to sleep. Wrapped by the warm, soft, and fragrant blanket that is Emy's arms, I drift into the dreamland.

*****

Crisp typing noises continue to fill the room until the sky turns dark.

Amidst the binge of coding, virtually no words have been spoken. Since everyone knows they are doing it to save the whole planet, none dares to slack off.

Not that any one of them wants to condemn Sylvia, who is peacefully sleeping in Emilia's arms, for sleeping through the day.

For one, everybody agrees that Sylvia has already been shouldering too much. On top of being the party leader, which requires careful decision-making and planning, the elf girl also devotes herself to training... while taking care of her party members.

Bed training, sharp shooting training, researching firepower, and diligently accompanying her lovers—Sylvia hardly even sleeps these days.

It isn't difficult to spot dark circles under her clear, brilliant eyes. The lovable elf is the type of girl who doesn't concern themselves with makeup.

The consensus of the emergency meeting between the party members before this is indeed to convince Sylvia to take sufficient rest. That's why, even if everybody's minds are already exhausted, they keep going to meet the deadline without a complaint.

''Whew...''

Raeliana slams her head onto the table, closing her eyes for a moment of respite. Then, as if possessed, she turns sideways toward Emilia, who's sitting beside her, and begins to caress Sylvia's cheeks.

''Ah, my beautiful cock-sleeve...''

''...Use proper language. Why are you being such a ruffian?''

In response to Christina's annoyed remark, Raeliana exaggerates her voice even further, ''My beautiful sex doll...!''

''You...''

As the two bicker with each other, perhaps to relieve some fatigue, the others take the chance to rest their hands as well. Some even come over and start to cuddle with the sleeping Sylvia.

''Muh... so stuffy.'' Emilia frowns, almost drowning in the mess of women gushing over her lover. ''Too many at once.''

''Now that I think about it, once we finish this machine, won't that cheeky goddess be free to roam the world?'' Raeliana absentmindedly comments.

''Hey, don't call Mother Goddess 'cheeky'!''

''Yes, yes... hm...''

Ignoring the rowdy orange cat, Raeliana grimaces, twirling her green hair.

''It's a bit troublesome if she joins in as well.'' She utters.

'''' ... ''''

Certain memories surface. At those times, Eva certainly seemed puffed up as she proudly showcased a ravaged Sylvia, who clearly got mesmerized by the goddess.

''...It is insulting, but the goddess's dominance is too potent.'' Sariel sighs as she combs through Sylvia's silky hair. ''Something this little female can't handle, certainly.''

''Yeah. We need to work together.''

''Ugh... someone like you suggesting 'working together'...? Is the world about to end?''

And so, Raeliaa and Christina resume their bickering.

*****

''Sylvia, you should have some fruits. They're good for your body.''

''Yeah! I'll go buy them for you!''

''Oh, don't forget dessert... mhm, I guess we can have the people at the palace to make them.''

''???''

''Right, hey, red-haired, can't you see her stiff shoulders? Massage her!''

''????''

Somehow, when I wake up, everybody is suddenly so nice to me.