Arrival in an isekai

"I'll be back after your show." You state and before they can respond, step through a portal directly to the 999th Floor of Nazarick, bypassing the park entirely. The Pleiades quarters occupy a residential wing with individual rooms branching off a central common area furnished with comfortable seating and low tables. Soft magical lighting casts warm pools across polished stone floors.

Narberal sits at one of the tables, still wearing her black battle-mage outfit, platinum hair falling straight past her shoulders. She looks up immediately when you enter, violet eyes widening slightly before she rises to her feet with military precision.

"Lord Blank," she says, voice carefully neutral. "I was not expecting you."

Lupusregina emerges from her room wearing casual clothes, orange-red hair loose around her shoulders instead of tied back. Her amber eyes light up when she spots you. "Oh! Master! Did you come to visit us?"

CZ Delta follows moments later, her heterochromatic eyes tracking your movement with mechanical precision. She wears simple training clothes, short blonde hair as neat as ever. "Master," she acknowledges quietly.

You settle onto one of the couches, gesturing for them to join you. "I wanted to spend some time with the three of you. The Elementario are performing their finale show, and I thought we could enjoy a quieter evening here."

Narberal takes the seat to your right, posture perfect, hands folded in her lap. "We are honored by your presence, my lord. How may we serve you?"

Lupusregina claims the spot on your left, leaning in slightly, warmth radiating from her. "We were just talking about the park! The Dragon coaster is amazing. CZ wanted to calculate the exact g-forces during the loop."

CZ settles on the floor cushion directly in front of you, looking up with her mismatched eyes. "Structural integrity impressive. No magical reinforcement detected. Pure engineering."

You reach out, cupping Narberal's chin gently and turning her face toward yours. Her breath catches, violet eyes widening, but she doesn't pull away. "I'm not here for service tonight," you say quietly. "Just short companionship. Affection. Kissing."

Narberal's expression flickers with confusion before settling into careful composure. "I... understand, my lord. As you wish."

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She freezes initially, clearly uncertain how to respond, then tentatively returns the pressure. Her lips are cool, soft, moving cautiously against yours. When you pull back, color has risen in her pale cheeks.

Lupusregina watches with undisguised interest, amber eyes bright. "Can I have a turn?"

You turn to her, cupping her face with both hands. Her grin widens before you kiss her, and she responds immediately with enthusiasm, lips warm and eager. She makes a small, pleased sound in the back of her throat, one hand coming up to rest lightly on your chest.

When you break the kiss, Lupusregina's breathing has quickened. "That was nice," she murmurs. "Really nice."

CZ remains on the floor cushion, watching with analytical intensity. You lean down, fingers sliding into her short blonde hair as you tilt her face up. Her heterochromatic eyes fix on yours, processing, calculating. Then you kiss her gently, and her entire body goes still.

The kiss is brief, chaste, but when you pull back, CZ's expression has shifted fractionally. Something closer to wonder than her usual mechanical observation.

"Kissing protocol... pleasant," she says softly. "Request permission to continue?"

You smile. "Permission granted. All three of you."

You draw Narberal closer with one hand while extending the other toward CZ on the floor. The automaton rises smoothly, settling onto the couch arm nearest you with mechanical precision.

"We'll continue like this for a while," you say quietly. "I want each of you to feel valued."

Lupusregina's tail swishes behind her, amber eyes bright with anticipation. "I like this idea. It's nice. Relaxing."

You turn first to Narberal, cupping her face gently. Her violet eyes widen slightly, breath catching, but she holds your gaze. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She responds carefully, movements precise rather than passionate, as though following instructions for a new spell. When you pull back, she blinks slowly.

"That was pleasant, my lord," she says, voice steady despite the faint flush in her pale cheeks. "Should I kiss you in return, or wait for your initiation?"

"Whatever feels natural to you," you reply.

She considers this, brow furrowing slightly, then nods once. "I will observe and learn."

You shift to Lupusregina next. She leans in immediately, meeting you halfway with enthusiasm that borders on eagerness. Her lips are warm, responsive, moving against yours with playful energy. When you break the kiss, she grins.

"You taste good," she says simply. "Like really good. Can I have another?"

"In a moment." You turn to CZ, who watches with her mismatched eyes, expression carefully neutral. You lean down, fingers sliding into her short blonde hair as you tilt her face up. The kiss is gentle, exploring, and CZ remains perfectly still initially before making a small sound in the back of her throat.

When you pull back, she speaks immediately. "Pleasure response confirmed. Request additional data collection."

"Granted."

You rotate your attention between the three women, kissing each in turn with varying intensity. Narberal receives careful, measured kisses that she returns with increasing confidence. Lupusregina gets playful ones that leave her grinning and occasionally nipping at your lower lip. CZ accepts analytical exploration, her responses becoming fractionally less mechanical with each repetition.

Time passes quietly. The common area remains warm, lit by soft magical lamps. Outside in Nazarick's corridors, the dungeon continues its eternal operations, but here in the Pleiades quarters, everything narrows to simple affection.

Narberal eventually initiates her first unprompted kiss, leaning in while you're still pulling back from Lupusregina. It's tentative, testing, but genuine. When she retreats, something like satisfaction flickers across her features.

"I believe I understand the appeal now," she murmurs. "It creates... connection."

Lupusregina laughs softly. "That's one way to put it."

CZ shifts closer on the couch arm, one hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "Query: will this activity occur regularly?"

"If you want it to," you reply.

She nods once. "Affirmative. Recommend regular scheduling."

You check the time with a glance at your internal clock. The Elementario finale show should be concluding now, the performers taking their bows before the evening crowd. You draw back slightly, hands gentling on Narberal and Lupusregina.

"That's enough for tonight," you say quietly. "The Elementario will be finishing their show soon, and I promised them a longer encounter afterward."

Lupusregina's tail droops slightly. "Aww. But this was nice."

"We can do it again," you assure her. "This doesn't have to be the only time."

Narberal rises from the couch, smoothing her black battle-mage outfit with careful precision. "Thank you for the instruction, Lord Blank. I will... process this experience."

CZ remains on the couch arm, watching you with her analytical gaze. "Gratitude expressed. Data valuable."

You stand slowly, stretching slightly. The three Pleiades members watch you, each processing the evening's affection in her own way.

You raise your hand, silver light coalescing in the air before the three Pleiades members. The portal opens with a soft chime, revealing the Elementario dormitory's common area beyond. Through the gateway, you can see all four performers have changed out of their stage costumes into casual clothes, still flushed from their finale performance.

Narberal stands immediately, violet eyes tracking the portal's formation with analytical precision. "You are departing, Lord Blank?"

"The Elementario are expecting me," you say. "We agreed on a longer encounter after their show."

Lupusregina's tail swishes once, amber eyes bright despite the disappointment flickering across her features. "Oh. You promised them."

CZ rises from the floor cushion, heterochromatic eyes steady. "Gratitude expressed for kissing session. Request permission to accompany Master through portal."

"Not tonight," you say gently. "Tonight belongs to them. We'll have our own time soon."

Narberal inclines her head with military precision. "Understood, my lord. We will await your return."

You step through the silver gateway into the Elementario dormitory. The common area feels warmer than when you left, the four women clustered together on the couches, talking in low voices that cut off immediately when you appear. The portal closes behind you with a soft whisper of displaced air.

Muse stands first, platinum hair still damp from a quick shower between shows. She wears simple cotton pants and a loose shirt that does nothing to hide her figure. "Lord Blank. We were just discussing how the finale went."

"It went perfectly," Kobory adds from her spot on the floor cushion, brown hair falling forward to frame her face. "The crowd loved the synchronized elemental spiral at the end."

Salama stretches languidly on the couch, red hair spread across the cushions. "We were energized. Focused. The pre-show encounter helped exactly like we thought it would."

Sylphy bounces slightly on the chair arm, teal eyes bright. "And now we get the long one! The reward one! The one where we can really take our time!"

The room falls quiet except for the distant sounds of the park winding down for the night, families heading toward exits, vendors closing up booths, the mechanical hum of attractions powering down.

Muse crosses the room slowly, stopping close enough that you can feel warmth radiating from her skin. "We talked during the show breaks," she says quietly. "About what we want from tonight. About boundaries and preferences."

"And what did you decide?" you ask.

Kobory speaks next, voice steady despite the color in her cheeks. "That we want you to take the lead. Show us what you enjoy. We'll communicate if anything feels wrong, but otherwise, we trust your judgment."

Salama sits up, amber eyes meeting yours directly. "We agreed on the water break signal if anyone needs to pause. Otherwise, we're yours for the night."

Sylphy slides off the chair arm, moving to stand beside Muse. "All four of us. However you want us. We practiced some group choreography during breaks too, if you're interested."

The four women wait, close enough to touch, each carrying her own mix of anticipation, residual performance energy, and genuine willingness.

You settle onto the central couch, gesturing for the four women to begin. "Show me what you practiced."

Muse exchanges glances with the others before nodding once. The four performers move to the center of the common area, arranging themselves in a diamond formation with Muse at the front. They begin slowly, swaying in unison as though still performing on stage, but their hands move to their own clothing rather than magical props.

The movements flow with professional precision. Muse pulls her loose shirt over her head in one smooth motion, revealing small breasts and toned stomach. Behind her, Kobory and Salama mirror the gesture simultaneously, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization. Sylphy completes the diamond pattern, her teal eyes bright as she tosses her shirt aside.

They shift formations without breaking rhythm, turning to present different angles. Their pants come next, sliding down athletic legs with practiced timing. Soon all four stand naked except for simple cotton underwear, bodies moving through choreographed poses that showcase their performers' builds.

"We thought about stage presence," Muse says quietly, her platinum hair catching the lamplight as she turns. "How to present ourselves as a unified offering while maintaining individual appeal."

Kobory steps forward, brown hair falling across her shoulders. "Like this." She kneels smoothly, hands resting on her thighs. Behind her, Salama mirrors the position on the opposite side. Sylphy and Muse complete the square formation, all four women kneeling at equal distances from the couch.

"Or like this." Muse shifts to hands and knees, the others following suit. They crawl forward in unison, stopping just before reaching the couch. Four faces tilt upward, eyes meeting yours with varying expressions. Muse's amber gaze holds steady calculation. Kobory's brown eyes show quiet acceptance. Salama's features carry pragmatic focus. Sylphy grins with uncomplicated enthusiasm.

They rise together, moving through several more formations. Standing back to back in a cluster. Arranged in ascending height order. Paired off with hands on each other's waists. Each configuration designed to display their bodies from different angles while maintaining the synchronized aesthetic.

Finally they return to the diamond formation, breathing slightly elevated from the performance. Muse speaks for the group. "We can continue the choreography throughout the encounter if you prefer. Maintain the unified presentation." She pauses. "Or we can transition to individual attention now. Your choice."

The four performers wait in formation, muscles subtly tensed from holding poses, skin flushed from movement and anticipation. The common area feels warmer, heated by eight bodies in close proximity.

Kobory shifts her weight slightly. "The synchronized approach felt natural when we practiced. Like extending our stage work into private service."

Salama nods. "But individual attention allows for more personalized engagement. Different intensity, different focus."

Sylphy bounces slightly on her toes, breaking formation momentarily before catching herself. "Either way works! Both sound fun!"

Muse's expression remains composed despite the color in her cheeks. "We trust your judgment on what you'll enjoy most. The choreography can serve as foreplay, or we can move directly to more intimate service."

You step forward, gesturing to the others. "Individual attention, starting with Muse."

Kobory rises smoothly from her floor cushion, moving to sit on the far couch beside Salama. Sylphy bounces to join them, the three women settling in to watch. Muse remains standing before you, platinum blue hair catching the lamplight, amber eyes steady.

"Where would you like me?" she asks quietly.

You gesture to the central couch. "There. On your back."

Muse crosses to the couch without hesitation, lowering herself onto the cushions with practiced grace. She lies back, legs together at first, hands resting at her sides. Her toned stomach breathing lightly. She watches you approach with calm assessment rather than nervousness.

You kneel beside the couch, one hand sliding up her thigh over the cotton panties. "Tell me if anything feels wrong."

"I will," she confirms.

You begin slowly, hands exploring her body through cloth first. She responds with measured reactions, small sounds of approval rather than dramatic moans. Settled against the cushions with small, firm breasts exposed to the warm air.

"You're very controlled," you observe, thumb brushing over one nipple.

Muse's breath catches slightly. "Stage training. We learn to manage our reactions." She pauses as your touch intensifies. "But I'm not performing right now. This is genuine."

You move lower, fingers under her cotton panties. She lifts her hips, allowing you to slide them down her legs. Soon she lies completely naked on the couch, legs parting slightly when you guide them with gentle pressure.

From the watching couch, Kobory speaks quietly. "She looks beautiful like that."

"Agreed," Salama adds. "Very natural presentation."

Muse's eyes flicker toward her companions before returning to you. "They're processing their own anticipation through observation. It helps them prepare mentally."

You settle between her thighs, one hand sliding up the inside of her leg. "And you? How are you processing this?"

"As something I want," she replies simply. "Not just obligation or gratitude. Genuine desire for physical connection." Her voice remains steady despite the flush spreading across her skin. "I thought about it during the show. Imagined this moment. Found myself looking forward to it."

Your fingers find her entrance, already slick with arousal. You circle her clit slowly, then slide two fingers inside, curling them upward to stroke the sensitive spot. Muse's back arches, a sharp gasp escaping as her inner walls flutter around your intrusion.

"Good," you murmur, adding a third finger, stretching her gently while your thumb continues working her clit in firm circles. "Let go of the control. Just feel."

Muse's composure cracks. Her hips begin rocking in helpless counterpoint to your rhythm, small breasts rising and falling with quickening breaths. From the watching couch, Sylphy leans forward, blond hair swinging as she tracks every movement with undisguised fascination. Kobory's fingers twist anxiously in her lap, blue eyes wide. Salama's grip on the chair arm tightens, brown eyes fixed on the scene.

Muse comes with a sharp cry, back bowing off the cushions, thighs clamping around your hand as her inner walls pulse rhythmically. Slick heat floods your fingers; you keep the motion steady, drawing out every tremor until she's gasping, limp, platinum hair disheveled across flushed cheeks.

You withdraw your fingers slowly from Muse, her inner walls fluttering weakly in protest as slick heat clings to your skin. She exhales shakily, platinum blue hair fanned across the cushions, amber eyes half-lidded with lingering pleasure. The couch creaks softly as you shift your weight, guiding her legs wider with gentle pressure on her thighs.

"Stay like that," you murmur, positioning yourself between her knees. Muse's breath hitches again as you press the head of your cock against her entrance, still slick, still swollen from your fingers. She nods once, hips tilting upward in silent invitation.

You push in slowly, steadily, letting her feel every inch. Muse's back arches sharply, a low, controlled moan escaping as you fill her completely. Her young, slender frame clenches around you instinctively, hot, wet, tight from the earlier stimulation. You hold still for a heartbeat, letting her adjust, then begin to move.

The first few thrusts are measured, deep, controlled rolls of your hips that make her gasp each time you bottom out. Muse's hands fly to your shoulders, nails pressing into fabric as she matches your rhythm, hips rising to meet every downward stroke. Her stage-trained composure holds for only moments before it cracks; her breathing turns ragged, amber eyes locking onto yours with focused intensity.

"More," she breathes, voice low and steady despite the tremor in her thighs. "Deeper."

You oblige.

Your pace quickens, harder, deeper, the couch protesting beneath the force of each thrust. Muse's moans remain measured at first, soft, almost analytical, then dissolve into raw, open sound as sensation overwhelms her control. Her platinum hair whips across the cushions, legs wrapping around your waist, heels digging into your lower back to pull you deeper. You angle your hips to stroke that sensitive spot inside her with every plunge, feeling her tighten rhythmically around you.

From the watching couch, Kobory leans forward slightly, long brown hair catching lamplight, blue eyes wide. Salama's fingers grip the armrest with white-knuckled intensity, brown eyes tracking every movement. Sylphy bounces slightly in place, blond hair swinging, teal eyes bright with fascination.

Muse comes suddenly, sharply, back bowing off the cushions, a controlled cry turning into something raw as her inner walls clamp down hard, pulsing around you in powerful waves. Slick heat floods between you, dripping down onto the fabric beneath. She keeps rocking through it, grinding against you with deliberate precision, drawing out every tremor until her thighs tremble and her grip on your shoulders weakens.

You don't stop.

You keep thrusting through her climax, hard, relentless, pushing her straight into overstimulation. Muse's cries turn into broken sobs of pleasure, body shaking as another wave builds almost immediately. When it hits, she convulses again, inner walls milking you with desperate rhythm, nails raking down your back as she clings to you.

Only then do you let yourself follow.

You bury deep with one final, brutal thrust, groaning low against her throat as you spill inside her, thick, hot pulses that fill her completely, overflowing, dripping down where you're joined. Muse shudders violently at the sensation, a weak, third orgasm rippling through her from the feeling alone.

You stay inside her for several long moments, both of you breathing hard, bodies pressed close. When you finally pull out, Muse makes a soft, disappointed sound, thighs trembling as more of your cum leaks from her swollen entrance. She collapses back against the cushions, chest heaving, platinum hair plastered to her sweat-slick skin, a satisfied, almost analytical smile curving her lips.

"That was... precisely what I needed," she manages between breaths. "Thank you."