I let Lina lead the tiresome negotiations because I'm starting to get bored of these games. I really want to go talk to Oritiki about the Sky Lands mission, but that needs to be done in person. After tonight's gathering, we'll kidnap Katasko's commanders and interrogate them in Goldcross, so I can just make a quick stop at our home and organize the expedition…

But what I really want to do, though, is to just go back to research and training. I have too much shit to do to be getting caught up in this lengthy bullshitting.

Finally, after the precise amount of investment is settled upon, the girls help entertain the guests, allowing my introverted self to rest. Reinhold is a boisterous battle freak like Hana, so the two of them hit it off quite well. Their talk even continues through lunchtime, going right up until desserts.

"It's curious that he, specifically, was chosen to speak to us," Yunia ponders through [Bind].

"I can think of plenty of reasons for it, though," Alissa retorts.

"Yes, it's not like it's completely unthinkable, but it seems pretty obvious that he hurried to have this meeting so that it'd happen before the Purification, not after."

I don't feel like speculating, so I just focus on eating my chocolate cake.

"Have you ever heard of the tale of Juramen, the Cursed, Lord Wolf?" Reinhold suddenly addresses me.

I check with the girls, but they also respond negatively.

"No. What's it about?" I impassively question, eager to return to my chocolate cake.

He leans back in his chair, and I almost roll my eyes as I can just feel him preparing to recite a long speech. "A lionfolk warlord who everyone knew was cursed, but not the reason why, for everyone who was there when it happened had mysteriously died."

I can't hold back my sarcasm as I reply, "This seems like such a lovely and happy tale."

He chuckles heartily and affably continues, "It actually is. Juramen lost everyone he ever loved due to the curse, but he didn't give up on life. He was strong, determined, and talented, so he didn't let that loss keep him down. He left his birthplace in Wideberg and went west, entering Bestiaram, even going so far as to cross the accursed Forest of Eternal Flames, all to find a place where nobody knew who he was… and so, he lived a normal life.

"That is, until he inevitably rose to power once again, and the curse began to kill the people he loved. But this time, he was determined to fight it, and so, he pressed on, growing stronger as his hands became increasingly bloodied."

Well, that's damn grim…

Though his casual tone is a bit jarring, he doesn't dwell on this dark part of the tale and quickly continues, "He endured it all like the unbreakable warrior that he was until suddenly, he won. His loved ones stopped dying, the wars came to an end, and his followers gave him their unwavering loyalty.

"Was it really a curse, then, if it disappeared so suddenly? Or was his curse his ambition?"

The ending was okay, but it's still not a happy story. "What is the point of this tale, General Reinhold?" I question as I frown confusedly.

Then his eyes turn wistful, and even his wife stops speaking to look at him. "I've been called 'cursed' a few times before, but what about you?" He softly asks.

I stiffly answer, "Yes, but that's something I've said to myself."

"And whose fault is that?"

"What…?" I croak.

He stares at me intensely as a fire is lit in his eyes. "Whose fault is it that we're cursed? Who made us this way?"

"It's our choice to follow this path," I impartially deflect.

Then he stabs his cake with his fork and raises it as he smiles daringly. "And who dangles the sweet chocolate before us?"

I remain resolute and retort, "Then both sides are guilty. We see the obvious bait and still take it."

"Heh," he grunts and resumes eating.

After that awkward moment, he returns to his boisterous bearing but then leaves soon after, and I sigh tiredly. The girls are actually really good at dealing with nobility, and I'd definitely be screwed if it weren't for them.

Anyway, shit might hit the fan after tonight, so I want everyone to be well-rested, and I know just the right place for that, but it might also be a good opportunity to bond with the knights.

"Why are you asking me this? Krysta would kill me," Anton immediately rebukes and huffs.

"Not interested," Aisco responds robotically.

"I politely decline. My wives are already a handful," Alcander immediately declines.

"With honor!" Nohopu happily exclaims.

"Thank you for the invite, but I'll pass…" Kurii impassively answers.

"I'm in," Palo instantly replies and raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I assume this won't be a free-for-all?" Silvano disinterestedly questions, and I nod concernedly. "Eh, well… I guess it might be fun."

Azador hums thoughtfully. "May I… use a private room?" He quietly inquires, and I allow it as long as he obeys the rules of the place.

"I'll pass…" Lolo dryly replies.

Then I ask Nikolas, and he gives me a very confused look.

"If you're uncomfortable, you can leave at any time, but come on, at least give it a try," I insist, making full use of my "Charisma."

But he just slowly knits his bushy eyebrows.

This is my apology to him, it's for the bros, so I quietly insist, "Lolo won't know."

His face twitches as a variety of emotions try to take over, but the one that eventually wins is resignation. "Sure…"

Getting things ready takes a bit of time, so everyone starts pre-drinking in anticipation of this "event," and the girls get a small buzz going before we even reach the train. The knights coming with us are all elves, who are known to drink a bit of hard alcohol even though they have slender bodies, so they get a bit more than just a buzz.

After a short wait, everyone boards the Hyperloop's train, and we take our seats. All of the people who accepted my invitation are male, and on the female side, there are only my wives and the six Companions for security, so the atmosphere right now is a bit too manly for my comfort considering where we're going.

Even elves can act like bros, and some of the knights seem to be acting a bit bold, which the very light clothing of the girls certainly isn't helping.

Palo suddenly stands up, then straightens his back and marches towards us.

"Lord Ryders…" He calls our attention and pauses. "Is everyone going to the same place?"

I look up at the elven mass of muscle, and his face is completely impassive, but then I notice that the way the rest of the boys are showing interest in this question is quite suspicious.

But before I can answer, Hana immediately pounces on the opportunity and teasingly exclaims, "You hoping to see us bare?!"

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He categorically replies, "I merely want to make sure that we have enough men to guarantee your safety."

Bullshit.

The suggestive way the knights are looking at them is proof of that.

"My wives will stay nearby in another room, but the Companions and the golems will be protecting them," I impassively explain as I observe the men intently.

There's a very restrained but still obviously disappointed reaction among them, and some of the knights whisper something to Nohopu, the squirrel Chimera captain, and Alissa eavesdrops on them.

"Didn't they used to walk around in their underwear?"

"Yeah," Nohopu smugly hums.

"Lucky bastard."

"The Horns saw him do her, tho."

And we quickly catch up on what they're talking about.

Hana stands up and squeezes her pillows as she shouts, "You boys disappointed that you won't get to see some of these?!"

But I simply narrow my eyes at her and wait.

Once the men have their eyes back on her, she pulls down the straps of her very loose and criminally small dress and flashes them, revealing her deliciously dark bits and the whole of her juicy pillows for just a second, and receives cheers in return.

"Girls, you know what this means…" I hum threateningly.

Roxanne, Yunia, and Romy look quite eager to reinforce her obedience training, but the way she's basking in the attention tells me that she thinks it was worth it.

"You're the one who awakened the exhibitionist within me when you did me in front of my brother," she defiantly replies through [Bind].

She's basically already flashing people every so often with how loose her dress is, but I made it clear that I control when she's to be exposed, so she needs to be punished for this violation.

She sits back down, and her yellow eyes stare at me ferociously. "Hurt me, daddy," she whispers seductively, and I get an unsheathing as I start to imagine how I'll torture her.

"Don't worry, Wolfy, I'll do it for you," Alissa obediently chimes in, her orange eyes staring intensely at the impertinent c-m slave.

Hana's ferocious grin subtly stiffens as my loyal fox manages to impart just a little bit of dread into her heart.

After a short ride, we finally arrive at our destination, the Little Red Sandal brothel.

It's a cute, three-storied building painted entirely in pastel pink and decorated with plenty of whimsical curves and cute animal drawings.

When we enter the cozy main hall, we notice that the whole brothel seems to have been reserved for us as there are no other patrons here. There's only a line of petite women and little lolis before us.

Then my eyes are drawn to the one in the middle, a small and mature wereowl woman with a sharp gaze and gray skin and feathers. She's wearing long, semi-transparent, black peacock feathers as a dress, hiding strategic locations while showing that her body is still holding up pretty well. Her long-sleeved black gloves and thigh-highs are also really damn alluring, even though I notice (through my keen eye for spicy textiles) that they aren't Snow Weave.

Princess Sa'Haa awakened my thirst for wereowls, and since I still haven't gotten any with my favored gilf, I'm feeling quite peckish for this experienced, alluring bird.

The line of women bows deeply in sync as the gilf announces, "Royal Lords, welcome to the Little Red Sandal. I'm Tol'Alee, the proprietress."

"Thank you for so quickly preparing your brothel for our visit," I kindly reply.

She gracefully flashes a cordial smile. "Anything for someone of your distinguished station."

I motion towards the girls. "My wives desire some private relaxation while the rest of us will go for group entertainment."

She nods, then delicately cautions me, "Your Highnesses, due to your 'draconic features,' I must warn you that only some, specific, dwarven girls have the 'Endurance' to match your 'vigor,' so please respect their limits."

I kindly reassure her, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. We're not the type of people that would abuse our partners' bodies… unless we're asked to."

She stares at me for a couple of seconds, but then she seems to believe me, and her posture subtly relaxes. "That's great to hear."

"Now…" I hum huskily as I walk closer, then I stop before her and delicately push up her chin with a claw as I stare seductively at her. "If you're available, I desire for you to join me, along with any family you might have."

My inc-st hunger is itching once again.

Tol's face remains perfectly impassive, but she can't hide the way that her pupils dilate and her breath quickens. Her face shows the gaze and wrinkles of her age, but she retains a frail yet stern beauty that's simply unlike anything elven I've tasted before, and I'm attracted to its novelty.

"Would my daughters and granddaughters satisfy you?" She whispers, a hint of sensuality in her faintly hoarse voice.

My tail starts wagging on its own as I grin. "That'd be perfect."

Tol'Alee and I sit on the wide reclining chair, then I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me, and she turns sideways so that she can lean against my chest. I'm quite thankful that these chairs have a side opening to accommodate my tail since that isn't really a common feature anywhere.

Behind me, her dark-skinned, wereowl, older daughter faintly tickles me with a feather fan while her gray-haired, halfling, younger sister takes off my sandals and plays with my draconic feet.

Tol's youngest granddaughter, a halfling girl who's almost completely hidden by the gray mass of curls that is her hair, serves alcohol in a sparkly glass cup while her Latina wereowl cousin (who is also Tol's granddaughter) dances in front of us, making use of peacock feathers to create mesmerizing movements, drawing my eyes to all of her youthful, alluring curves.

A duo of mature lolis play a soothing tune on a lute and a set of drums while the large, bright hall is filled with the sounds of light sighs, giggles, and sounds as the lolis give the men oil and feather massages while they drink.

Tol gives me a sip of the alcohol, a fruity and very sweet light drink, then she takes a sip for herself from the same glass, and we kiss.

I gently savor her lips, gradually taking in the sweet taste of her lipstick, then I taste her tongue, and she shows me what it means to truly kiss.

Like being stabbed where I'd never expected to be, she plays with all of the sensitive and unusual places in my mouth, and I'm forced to admit defeat to her superior skills, giving her free rein to play with me as she wishes.

Her loli daughter kisses my scales and continues up my leg, her small and moist lips giving me little tingles of pleasure that come dangerously close to my sword.

Tol suddenly breaks the kiss, then they help me take off my vest and shorts, giving the feather woman more spots to tickle and the loli down at my lap more places to kiss.

I notice that Nikolas has his hands all over a cute little sl-t in pink underwear, and he's breathing so heavily that he kind of looks like a big, black, panting dog.

"Enjoying yourself?" I tease him while my lap loli kisses my sword through my clothes , and he gives me a nervous glance.

"This place is amazing!" He whisper-shouts and sneaks a hand under the pink clothes of his cheeky loli, who graces our ears with a perfectly crystalline giggle.

"I'm happy that you're enjoying my girls," Tol gracefully replies and smiles, the expression looking so beautiful on her face that I savor her lips and tongue once again.

At the center of the hall, there's a group of lolis fooling around on a raised bed while a few girls dance around it. There are just so many attractive things to look at that I decide to summon a few birds to allow me to keep an eye on them while I stare at my personal Latina wereowl dancer.

The feather milf gives me a chill that goes down my spine, then she jumps and giggles in surprise as my tail moves on its own.

Oof, that was good.

"Play with my tail more," I order the feather milf, and she happily obeys.

Then I kiss Tol again as she caresses my chest, her gloved hand making the gesture look a lot spicier than normal, but then the spicy loli down at my lap gives my sword a soft bite, almost making me jump in surprise.

I look down at the cute little bundle of carnal pleasure, and we smirk at each other, then she bites the hem of my underwear and pulls it down.

Everyone nearby stops to stare in awe at the massive, studded, spiked, ribbed, thick thing… even Nikolas and some of the knights.

"That's not going to fit," the spicy loli whispers, her voice full of awe.

"This is why women submit to me," I explain and shrink it back down to normal size. "My sword is magical."

Nikolas remains still for a moment as he stares at it, frozen in fear and confusion as he seems to realize that Lolo never had any chance of resisting my charms, but then his pink loli takes out his respectable friend, and that reminds him to not neglect his girl.

"Goddamn, Your Highness. It's a damn shame that you don't do other men," Palo remarks out loud, and a few of the knights laugh along with him.

"If you want to be dominated by me, then you can just ask for a duel," I boldly reply as I play with my milf loli's short and curly gray hair. I also add a bit of my spirit touch to get her in the mood.

"Stop it, you can only make me so hard!" he shouts teasingly and caresses his considerable meat club (for an elf) while staring defiantly at me.

"You can play with your little things as much as you want. I enjoy having an audience gasp in awe as I display my prowess!" I banter back and glance at him.

He pauses, seriously considering it, but then Silvano stands up and drags his chair closer to mine. He stops a few meters away, then drops onto the reclining chair and starts to caress his friend and his personal loli.

That emboldens Palo to do the same, along with two other knights of dubious straightness.

Remind me to never play gay chicken with an elf again.

"No, we won't," Roxanne replies through [Bind] and laughs.

After going through Tol's entire family, I see that Palo and Silvano look visibly spent, but I'm not even halfway there, so I think I've "won" this sword-measuring contest.

Hukarere is noticeably excited, and I know she used to participate in gang fun, so I don't want to leave her in a room full of excited men. I'll give her a nice one, then I'll also give the other Companions some attention so that they won't get jealous.

I lay face down on the massage bed, then I push my sword into the slot and observe through the girls' eyes as three dwarven girls use their delicate, cute little pantyhosed feet to massage my back and tail while a group of halflings take turns quite literally milking me.

I've come to the conclusion that halflings are cheekier and more adorable than dwarves, but they very much lack the endurance of the latter, though each race has its own specialties. A gaggle of halfling lolis can cause sweetness overload, but a pair of loli dwarves is optimal for Ravaging.

Ciel is definitely the one who's getting the most mileage out of this brothel, second only to me, as she has a considerable number of lolis attending to her every erogenous zone with their tongues and fingers.

Lina and Aoi are actually having some innocent fun by having pillow fights with other lolis, though the loser will be tied up and forced into bliss by all the others.

And the rest of the girls are still busy having the golems punish Hana, so they'll properly savor the sweets around here a bit later, but they're all letting their sadistic side grow, and that'll certainly leave them feeling very excited by the time they're done.

I whisper loudly from the amazing and novel massage. I wish I could have this done face up so that I could suck on their toes, but this actually feels really good (and I'm not talking about the lolis using my sword), so I'm fine with this position.

Flat is justice! Long live loli supremacy!