The Companions visibly relax when they see our return. It might've been a bit rude to them to leave without giving them the chance to follow us, so oopsie, but I know they'll understand that we're just eccentric and still love them very much.

We don't go too deep into Central Lake because the water above Filfenga is a bit busy, and we don't want to interact with any of the snobbish shits that might be taking a joy ride across the lake. And Hukarere also makes sure that we move away from any of the other ships that seem to drift suspiciously towards us.

The design of this ship is unique as no other uses wings like ours does, and its hull is clearly decorated with elven patterns, so it's obvious to everyone that we're foreigners. Thankfully, the Purification has wiped out all the villainous assholes from most of the Empire, so there's nobody left who would be stupid enough to harass us.

Anyway, we just sunbathe and chit-chat as we drink Eia and alcohol. Poppy and Timas seem a bit awkward towards us, so I guess they saw the plowing, and the young little girl definitely throws some heated glances my way, but so does the catman…

Then Atawha and Hukarere come off duty, and I suddenly have two delicious bare Chimera right next to my face.

I stand up and cop a feel of both of them as I smile and state, "Let's go take a dip, hm?"

The raccoon girl shivers in delight at my touch, but my white wolf just gives me a smirk, already used to getting intimate with me, so I add a vibrating spirit touch, and the reaction is instantaneous.

"Wolfy… swimming… please…" Hukarere requests through gritted teeth. It takes her quite the "Willpower" to still manage to speak while I'm vibrating her bits, so I spare her from my teasing, but I do increase the intensity on Atawha for a second before also pulling back from her.

The raccoon girl is left panting, and Alissa even smells it, but I'm feeling a bit sadistic, so I'll leave her hanging and wanting until we're back at the embassy.

I walk up to the railing and summon two water elemental-wives, and the looks that the water-Roxannes give me tell me that they'll definitely continue the teasing whenever they can. Then I turn around with a grin and politely request, "Please, lower yourselves into the water, but don't worry, for the elementals will keep you afloat."

Showing how well trained they are, the two Chimeras bravely obey and enter the water with only a split second of hesitation, and Atawha grimaces as the chilly temperature kills her desire.

The elementals use their magic to create a seat of water that keeps them from sinking, and though they look confused at first, they trust my words and relax, then they twitch as the magical water tickles them in a subtle but exciting way.

I float towards them with [Telekinesis] but stay out of the water so that they can stare at my bulge, and then I begin, "The first thing you both need to learn is how to float. Fill your lungs with air and hold your breath, then slowly straighten your bodies horizontally, allowing yourself to float away from your seats."

"Do we even need to breathe?" Hukarere reflexively asks.

I don't really know, but Atawha answers for me, "It damages our bodies if we don't. The mages said something about our bodies being just like living ones, but not really."

And Hukarere knits her non-existent eyebrows. "That's… confusing…"

But the raccoon girl just shrugs.

I also have no idea how to explain it better, so I just continue, "Well, make sure not to kill yourselves by holding your breath for too long then. Your lungs work just like an airship's balloons, except they can't make you float in the air, only in the water."

"Oooh~…" they hum in unison.

"Air is a fluid, just like water, but air is a lot less dense," I add.

"We use special air that we can't breathe to lift airships," Hukarere excitedly shares and turns to Atawha.

"That air is lighter than normal air; that's why it floats up," I expand on her comment.

Atawha brightens up as she makes the connection, "And some places don't have much air, so we have to use the [Fly] gem to not fall."

"Right, remember that [Vacuum] spell," Hukarere hums as she nods.

And I gently smile at them as I suggest, "Now test it out yourselves. Fill your lungs with air, then lay horizontally, and you'll float. Expel the air, and you'll start to sink."

The two girls follow my guidance and do as I say without hesitation. They promptly begin to float and start to drift, and I simply stare at their perky bits peeking out of the water. But then Hukarere releases her breath and barely sinks at all.

"Is it working? Am I sinking?" she excitedly asks.

"Very slowly…" I hesitantly answer as my spicy stare becomes curious.

Then Atawha releases her breath, but she also has trouble sinking.

"I think your bodies are lighter than real ones," I remark, my tail waving in scholarly excitement.

"Is that good or bad?" Hukarere questions confusedly.

"Good!" Atawha immediately exclaims and awkwardly covers her belly with her hands. I'd say that the raccoon girl is the second curviest out of all of the Companions, with Melanie, the shortstack, taking the crown, but they're all fit and far from being considered even slightly chubby.

And I wryly reply, "Well, this makes it harder for you to go underwater but easier for you to swim on the surface."

"I'll take it!" she exclaims again.

It'd be a bad idea to tease a woman about this, so I just move on, "Anyway, you two have managed to float, so next, you should learn how to use your feet."

And so the swimming lesson continues.

They're both very fit and easily learn the various types of swimming with only a few incidents of swallowing some water. The problem is that their bodies truly don't need to breathe consistently, so it's hard to keep a balance between strokes and breathing, which leads to them easily damaging themselves by swimming too fast.

They can easily push themselves to speeds that make Hana and Allura envious, but they pay a higher cost. My and Gify's [Materialize] is less advanced than that of our court Spirit mages, so we don't let the two damage their bodies because it'd be a pain to fix them.

Suddenly, Kyora stands up, grabs Alonso, and swings him over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes. And then the huge dragonkin does the same with Poppy, holding both of them on the same shoulder, and grabs Timas with her free hand.

"C-can we use the tent?!" Timas desperately requests as he's carried away.

"Sure…" Ciel answers confusedly, though she doesn't know what they need the tent for. But once they're in, we quickly find out because Poppy, Kyora, and Alonso are all screamers.

"HARDER!" Kyora roars.

"AAHN!" Poppy shrieks with each fleshly slap.

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"I'M GONNAAAAA!" Alonso cries out. And soon, he cries out again, and again, and again…

And we're all stunned by the savagery we can hear going on inside the tent.

Then Hana wryly remarks, "I don't think we should give Kyora any more Eia… Her vice must be drinking."

"Are you sure her vice isn't making love?" Alissa concernedly asks.

"Nope, she's a big one, so I think this much is normal."

But that makes Alissa very "interested." "Hm… Then I think, one day, we should get Wolfy a dragonkin as big as her."

"I might die," I worriedly state.

"Just do her in your dragon form, then," the depraved fox calmly replies.

"Ooh, that'd be nice," Hana hums in agreement.

And then the sounds of love make us fall silent, and even the two Chimeras take a break from their swimming, but it isn't because we're uncomfortable. The problem is that everyone, perhaps with a small exception called Jacques, is a lascivious, shameless pervert, and the sounds and smells of wild love coming from the tent make us very distracted.

Léonne sprawls out on her husband's broad chest, then grins foxily as she traces a finger over his skin, her tail wagging slowly. "I'm getting excited again. How about you?" she sultrily asks as she stares at him intensely.

He pats his beard in thought, seemingly a bit tense, but answers truthfully as his tail also begins to wag, "My testicles are ready for more, but are you okay? I was pretty rough on your behind."

"Just no anal for a few days," she promptly replies.

"And I thought that Wolfy was insatiable," Alissa remarks out loud with a teasing grin.

But Léonne promptly counters, "Blame your husband. He's always getting us into exciting situations."

"Hey, this one wasn't my fault," I immediately complain.

The fox milf turns her intense orange jewels towards me as she replies with a steamy tone, "But only with you do we feel so comfortable doing it in front of an audience." And that instantly unsheathes my sword.

"I have to agree with her on this one," Jacques quietly agrees, his tight shorts straining against the growing monster.

"Same," Allura tiredly hums and sighs.

"Same," Lolo surprisingly joins in.

"Same!" and so do the Companions and Klein.

"This isn't just [Spicy Charm], Wolfy," Ciel states.

I'm just a Bed God that exudes seductive pheromones.

And my blasphemy makes Ciel pout.

"Maybe it's part of his aura," Yunia wonders out loud.

"Or just a weredragon thing," Hana adds, then they all turn their eyes to me as if they could unravel my mysteries by staring harder.

And I start to get a bit annoyed at their teasing, but this is also an opportunity, so I summon the tentacle-sword monster and suggest, "Since everyone is so comfortable with doing it in public, how about we have some fun?"

Intermission – Wealthy Merchant

I lower my spyglass, but I can still see that terrifying scene as it has been branded into my mind.

A dozen beauties tied up in humiliating positions, their womanly wonders exposed for all to see as they're ravished by obscene appendages, their expressions warped by ridiculous, perverted bliss. There's even a huge blue dragon being forced down by the horrid things. All while a massive red man and an odd shiny draconic boy ravage two women each, plowing them with brutal wildness, with a younger woman merely watching them, eerily unmoving as if she were a statue.

I only wanted to find out who was the owner of such an exquisite vessel, but now I regret ever looking their way.

"My love, what did you see? What kind of elves are they?" a sweet but concerned voice wriggles into my ear, but being forced out of my daze makes me shudder in disgust.

I glance at my dear wife, then at my concubines as they lounge on the deck.

They must not get anywhere close to that nightmarish "party."

"Turn the ship around, NOW!"

Intermission end.

I leave Hukarere, and she instinctively closes her legs to not let a single drop of my bliss-inducing, magical seed escape. Then I turn to Atawha, but she's fallen asleep, completely exhausted.

Now that I've made up for teasing them, I turn around to the others, but almost everyone else is also out of the fight. The only ones still resisting are Melanie and Aneta, who are on duty, so I stop plowing them before they can pass out and then cast [Refresh] on them so that they can stand guard.

Allura is still frozen in her seat, a large wet patch under her, but it's commendable that she's resisted for so long, and I think she deserves a reward.

I walk up to her, then lean forward, our faces so close that our noses almost touch. Then I whisper seductively, "That was incredible restraint, Allura. You've been such a good girl that you deserve a reward."

And before she can process my words, I steal a deep kiss. My tongue quickly finds hers, and I do obscene things to it, even drawing a trembling sound from her as she succumbs to the pleasure, but I grab her hands and stop her from touching herself as I do her mouth.

She tries to resist, but her body is too tired to go against my draconic strength, and soon, the extreme excitement passes, so I break the kiss, then hug her head and play with her pointy fox ears. I know all the weak spots of a werefox, and I caress Allura's until she becomes so drowsy that she's almost falling asleep.

"Magic sword, magic hands," I quietly remark to the Verners with a grin and give them jazz hands, but they stare at me like I'm a damn magician, so I decide to lean into it. "I've explored your daughter's body so thoroughly that there are no more secrets to be unveiled."

"For some reason, your love for Alissa makes me feel competitive," Léonne tiredly replies and rests her head against her husband's chest. Then Ofilia also crawls onto their seat, and Jacques wraps his large arms around the bare bodies of his women.

"Sounds like a good thing," Ofilia softly hums with a beautiful smile as she makes herself comfortable.

"I agree," Hana chimes in from her seat as she gives a thumbs-up, and once again, a chorus of women follow her in agreement, but they're all so tired that it just sounds like they're voicing pleasure.

Allura suddenly yawns loudly, and it triggers a domino effect, but when it gets to Aoi, the ship trembles with her powerful double voice.

"Oh, sorry…" the "little" blue dragon apologizes for scaring the sleepy women awake.

"Was that a yawn…?" Atawha asks in disbelief, still a bit shaken from being woken up so suddenly.

"Dragon," Klein replies, and that's everything that needed to be said for the raccoon girl to understand.

"What are yawns?" I wonder out loud and chuckle, but not even the Gods know the answer to that question.

We rest for a little while longer, but then I summon a few light-Ciels to [Clean] everything up, and we get dressed so that Kyora's harem can come out. They're in a worse state than we are, so it takes them a good half hour before they can walk again, but Kyora herself looks fine.

"Eia extract makes me weird. I won't be drinking it again," the huge dragonkin states, then spiritedly stretches her statuesque body. She isn't a ridiculous bodybuilder like Rande or Palo, but she's got thighs that could crush a man's head like a watermelon.

"Maybe once in a while is fine…" Alonso quietly remarks, but the little shota is still struggling to walk, so I commend his courage.

We've fooled around enough, and when the sun starts to set, we return to the embassy.

We take the Hyperloop, and we notice three long columns of smoke coming from the west side of the city. After a quick inquiry, the attendants tell us that the Punishers are combing through the city, and the west side is where the lower class lives, so the Wicked tend to hide over there since there are fewer guards around.

Through the window, we see that the streets are also tense, with few people out and constant patrols of plated men. Anyone who encounters the patrols is stopped and inspected with [Detect Evil] before being let go. The spell doesn't do anything to a person, but it's understandable that almost everyone is at least a bit scared of the Punishers.

This is all because of us…

While we had perverted orgies, people fought and died because of us. I'm not going to be pretentious and self-flagellate over this. It's just that it makes me feel a bit weird having fun during a crisis.

And when we reach the embassy, Caterina is waiting for us at the entrance, looking stern and professional, though she isn't wearing any armor, allowing us to see her well-built body in the standard elven not-bikini.

"Ryders, Verners, Itos," she politely greet the three families.

"Hello there, Caterina," Hana casually greets back, then pulls her into a hug. The milfy Templar tenses up awkwardly, but she eventually gives Hana's back a gentle pat.

With her teasing done, Hana lets Caterina go and stays quiet so that the Punisher can tell us what she needs.

"With your permission, I wish to cast [Detect Evil] on you and every one of your subordinates, including those in Escanso," she promptly requests.

She doesn't need our permission, but it pleases us that she's asking for it anyway.

And Yunia answers with a nod, "You have it as long as you bring any Wicked you find to us before you execute them."

"Very well," Caterina accepts, then starts chanting [Detect Evil].

This spell makes her hand glow, and when she touches us with it, we feel a weird sensation, as if we're being licked inside our bodies, and then she receives information depending on what kind of being we are. Wicked, monster, undead, and humanoid are the four different results for this spell, but we're reminded that there's now a fifth category, "tamable monster," which is what she gets when she touches Aoi.

"An odd sensation, as if there's a 'void,'" Caterina remarks as she pulls her hand back from Aoi's body.

"She's Godless, at least for now," Ciel quietly replies.

"Hm… makes sense," the Punisher hums back.

The humanoid system still hasn't finished integrating into Aoi's soul, so it's understandable that the spell would give mixed results.

Then it's time for the Verners, but Léonne doesn't seem to care about being checked for Wickedness, so neither do the other three. Kyora's harem is inspected next, and they frown annoyedly at Caterina's thoroughness. And finally, it's time for the Companions, the adventurers, and Klein, each tensing up as the glowing hand approaches their bodies, and they all worriedly glance at us, but our reassuring looks seem to soothe them.

"I'll inspect the servants now," Caterina finally declares, then leaves after we nod.

We have a very quiet and short bath as we're too tired for anything. Then we eat a very nutritious meal to replace all those calories we expended and drink a lot of water to replenish the "moisture" we lost.

For the evening, we actually work a bit. The purge is also going on in Escanso, so we reassure everyone over there that it's fine.

We also do some studying, but then our brains start to melt, so we go to sleep earlier than usual.