“Are we really going to decide like this?” I asked, looking surprised as I entered our bedroom, greeted by my four wives standing before me in their birthday suits.

“It was Yuri’s idea…” Sasha murmured. Even though there was nothing to hide between us anymore, she still felt shy—just like Mikan, who couldn’t help but cover herself with her hands and look past me with a burning, red face.

“Of course.” I chuckled, and looking at the culprit, she just puffed out her naked chest, making Luna do the same.

“I thought it was fair!” Yuri hummed, gazing at my waist, noticing the sign that whatever the four concocted here worked its magic. “One of us has to stay back, taking care of the kids. So, it will be the one who faints first!”

“Wait…” I raised my hand, looking at them, starting to understand their idea. “Faints? What if it is me?”

“Then you stay.” They said at once, making me twitch my eyes a little.

“Holy hell…” I gulped, realizing that having a harem… was anything but easy.

Of course, who would say no to a challenge like that? Not that they would let me refuse anyway so I let Yuri grab my hand and pull me in close, and while kissing me, they began skilfully undressing me without me noticing anything. Only after I was naked and Mikan was holding me from behind, caressing my chest while Luna and Sasha were kneeling between Yuri and me, doing their own magic with their tongues, did I realize I had lost any initiative.

Yeah… There was no way I could have regained any control, as the four were surprisingly determined to do it well, almost like competing. Wait, they were competing. My mind was already mush from pleasure... I don’t know when, but somehow, I ended up on the bed, kneeling behind Yuri, who was pushing her back against me, quickly moving while I was now having a tongue war with Sasha.

“Help me, Mikki!” I heard Luna say, and while I tried to look, Sasha just kept a hold of my face, kissing me with much more aggression, pulling one of my hands between her legs, and showing me how soakingly happy she was.

I don’t know what the other two were doing, but I could feel Yuri tighten up, almost painfully, hearing her scream out in pleasure.

“I didn’t know she can be so loud…” Mikan murmured, echoed by Luna’s giggling laughter.

“Once again, she is still conscious!”

“Do your… worst!” Yuri moaned, keeping her waist moving back and forth.

Damn it… I wanted to look, but Sasha wasn’t letting me, only allowing me to look into her eyes, burning with the fire of lust. I think she read me perfectly when I was about to blow, as she suddenly pulled me off of the screaming Yuri, sitting down on me, hogging my load as she pushed herself on my rod with one thrust.

“Unfaaaaaaair!” Yuri moaned, apparently still conscious of what was happening.

“It is my privilege,” Sasha answered with her own moan, continuing riding on me.

I wanted to look and enjoy seeing her be so wild, but my gaze was once again covered, this time by Mikan’s enormous breasts. Oh well, giving up any idea of being in command, I decided to let myself go and just enjoy it, taking her into my mouth and sucking on her jugs like a baby. My reward was her milk, squirting straight into my mouth, followed by her sudden, loud, and pleasing moans.

“Payback!” Yuri shouted, and by the sound of flesh hitting flesh, I was sure she was right behind Mikan, doing her wildly like a horny rabbit.

“Why not Luna?!” Mikan asked with a moan mixed with great pleasure and shyness.

“She faints the easiest,” Sasha answered, making Luna protest while I felt her climbing onto my chest, licking my body.

“Untrue, I can take it harder than Yuri and still stay up! You need to choke me out to faint!”

“Good point.” Yuri hummed, and I felt my hand being grabbed again.

I first thought it was going to be put on Luna’s throat, but the wetness quickly told me I was slipping my fingers somewhere else and not into her mouth. Even without my eyes, I knew it was Luna’s. I could tell it from the texture and her shape… her depth. This also meant I knew exactly where to put a little pressure and…

“Kyah?!”

I knew it. And I felt her juices landing on my body. Too predictable, Lucchy.

“Still, I think Mikki will lose~!” Yuri laughed, “Let’s go for a full-on attack!”

“I am not… losing!” She fought back valiantly, but then again, it seemed that Sasha and Yuri came to a silent agreement when seeing her defiance.

Suddenly, her tasty nipple was yanked out of my mouth, and I could see again. I watched as the two held her down, spreading her legs and inviting me in. Luna, like a puppeteer, pushed me up, leading me by my spear, right into Mikan’s open entrance. The moment I went in, it was like I popped a water balloon as she squirted so hard and so much that I was drenched at once, making me squint by reflex. I wasn't the only one to be hit by her sudden water attack; Luna was, too, kneeling behind me. And Sasha. And Yuri. Oh, and the ceiling, too. She could set a world record with her range and force, I think…

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Soon, it seemed that poor Mikki was now the focus of us all because I moved without restraint, Sasha and Yuri handling the left and right side of her, groping, kissing, and sucking, restraining her soft body without holding back anything. Then, as a finishing touch, Luna simply squatted down on her face, moving her hips with great enthusiasm.

It seemed like it was she who would stay home, after all...

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“Mhm…” I woke with a start, feeling weak. “When did we get a water bed?” I muttered, but I wasn’t lying on one. It was simply Mikan’s body that I was using as a bed.

“No more…” she muttered in her sleep, her body trembling a little as I managed to climb off of her.

Looking around, I noticed Sasha lying next to her, just as unresponsive, while Yuri was sandwiching her from the other end. I searched for Luna, but it took me a bit to find her buried under Mikan, only her legs sticking out from under her butt.

“Who lost?” I groaned, looking all over me, filled with marks from kissing, bites, and nails biting into my flesh. Looking down at my personal weapon, the poor thing was shriveled up like a wrangled towel, with the added bite marks at the base of it. Damn it… Those are Yuri’s, and I can recognize the pattern.

Standing up, I managed to faceplant onto the cold floor as my legs refused to support my body. Not that it mattered… it was cool… I liked the floor. Floor is good. Floor is friend.

“It’s already past noon.”

“Huh?” I moaned, looking towards the door, and my mother stood there, gazing at me and then at the ruined bed, nodding with satisfaction in her eyes.

“Good. I expect all four to be pregnant again. When the war is over, you must repeat this every day!”

“Mom… you are a beast…” I grunted, unable to feel any shame at the moment.

“You are all in your prime! This is the best time to have kids! The later it is, the more dangerous it gets…”

“…” I had nothing to argue against if she puts it like that. “I just don’t remember who won…”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she continued, walking close, helping me sit up, laughing when I was covering myself. “Boy, I pushed you out. It is too late to be shy before your mother!”

“Still….”

“Leon, " she continued, holding my head and looking into my eyes. “Promise me you and the girls will return.”

“Mom?”

“Just promise me. I’ll take care of things here. Bring yourself, your wives, and your Father back. That’s all.”

“Mhm… I promise.” I said, watching as she leaned in close, kissing my forehead.

“Good boy. Rest for today; I am going to take the kids to the pool. Still, before coming to have lunch with us, go and take a bath. You stink. The whole room stinks.”

“No argument there, Mom…”

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It turns out nobody has lost the ‘game.’ We all collapsed about the same time because we couldn’t remember much after a certain moment. So… we agreed to leave with the Camelot as a family. Many may say it is way too risky and stupid… but it is an all-in situation. No matter what, if we fail, Ishillia will have a chance to crush Avalon anyway. This is a win-or-die situation, so… we will win. The departure has already been fixed. It will be three weeks from now, right at the end of spring. By then, we will have completed all the preparations.

Since capturing the magical spy, Merlin has been working on turning him, and according to his latest report, his efforts may actually succeed. Still, he needed time, but for now, he was transferred from his cell into a tiny home and kept under house arrest. He even had the privilege to go out to the market square and back, of course, under the constant supervision of a group of my guards.

As for Atuvia, things progressed without issues. Since Merlin’s little stunt, they became wholly cooperative. To not push too hard, I didn’t bring up the idea of buying one of their oil fields once again, but I did ask them to speed up their extraction. In the end, we made multiple agreements, and while we passed down blueprints and machinery for tractors, sending a small team to train their people how to manufacture them, they were paying with raw resources. I already had a conversation about Lyria, the remaining Ishillian spy, discussing her fate with Merlin, and we decided to let Atuvia handle it. We would start dropping the clues to them when we start our move against Ishillia. The rest will be up to them…

We were ready for everything else. The tests of launching planes from the Camelot were a success, and although we had one accident catching them, it wasn’t fatal. The pilot survived the crash, proving our ‘net’ was working as intended, even if the plane was totaled. That could be rebuilt quickly, but training a talented pilot would be much more complicated when we were only days away from launching our campaign. We refined enough oil not only to fuel them for the war but to create new types of bombs.

They were now equipped with three kinds of ordinance. One was a spraying contraption, allowing a plane to spray oil down on enemy formations while flying overhead. Then, they just had to drop one of the firebombs and... let it burn. As for the others, we created simple explosives, ready to drop down and explode any Ishillian fortification we may come across.

"Defend against that, Mr. Magic Barrier..."

Nonetheless, I would lie if I said I wasn’t feeling nervous. I was. I found myself poring over our battle plans multiple times a day, just thinking about boarding the Camelot, taking to the sky, carrying four mechs below, a thousand soldiers crammed within, and the planes above us. We would be the spearhead. We would cross over and drop directly on our enemy's main headquarters. Eliminate the leading mage and disable the anti-magic wall. The rest of the army, including the remainder of my soldiers, would then move in and rejoin with us, pushing directly towards the capital city. Preferably before Pascal can pull others back from the east.

“It will be a race…” I murmured, feeling a kind of squeeze within my chest, only dispelled when I had let out a long breath.

I wasn’t worried about breaking the man guarding us, the one with the name Barth. From what I learned from Kaelis, he was about at the same level as Otto was, only more cautious in nature. What I was worried about was the capital city of the Empire. Two thousand years and countless crazed mage emperors… who knows what kind of defenses it has. Maybe none. Maybe they have been all used up in plays for power, fighting for the throne. Maybe Pascal was paranoid enough to disable them, replacing them with his own designs.

Or maybe Merlin, version 1.0, will give us some insight. He was sitting on the throne for a good chunk of his life… not that he was showing up much nowadays. Maybe he didn’t want to interfere with his current version’s life too much. Whatever the reason was, Merlin didn’t really worry. On the contrary, he was counting the days like a kid waiting for Christmas.

However, it will be… I knew that soon, a certain part of this world's history would close down, and a new era would begin.