Arrival in an isekai

You nod to Jircniv. "We'll leave you to your paperwork, Your Majesty. Thank you for the conversation."

Jircniv rises from his chair, offering a slight bow. "The visit was enlightening, Lord Blank. Your perspective on dimensional governance provides considerable food for thought. I look forward to future discussions."

You gesture toward the portal still hovering in the office corner, its silver edges casting faint light across the carpeted floor. Milly, Lacus, and Villetta rise smoothly from their seats.

"Safe travels," Jircniv adds as you guide the three women toward the shimmering gateway.

The transition through the portal brings you immediately back to Carne Manor's main hall. Morning sunlight streams through tall windows, illuminating empty furniture and quiet corridors. Most residents departed for school activities after breakfast, leaving the space pleasantly vacant.

The portal behind you collapses with a soft whisper of displaced air.

"Milly, Villetta," you say directly. "Remove your cups and shorts. We're visiting Holy Queen Calca and High Priestess Kelart next."

Milly blinks, processing the instruction. Her hands move to the open-cup maid outfit's minimal coverage. "Right now?"

"Yes, there's no reason for us to wait."

Villetta shows no hesitation. Her fingers find the garment's fastenings immediately, exposing the revealing top. The shorts follow moments later, leaving her semi-naked save for her open-cup maid outfit thigh-and high stockings.

Milly watches Villetta's swift compliance, then mirrors the action. Her blue eyes show brief uncertainty before she strips off the maid outfit's revealing components. She folds both pieces neatly, holding them against her stomach.

Lacus observes quietly, pink dress remaining fully intact.

"Previously, I invited Calca and Kelart to a meeting," you explain while they finish undressing. "They attempted to frame it as political. I showed them and their delegation their original catastrophic endings. The timeline has already changed, so there's no deal to accept me as I've done with each of you. I want them, but won't force them."

Milly nods slowly, naked breasts exposed. Villetta simply waits for further instruction.

"They tried asking for time. Not wanting politics to drag my request out for years, I gave them seven days to decide whether they'd accept being my women. Today is the fourth visit to ask their decision."

You raise your hand, summoning the portal spell without bothering to scry ahead. Silver light erupts in the air before you, edges defining a seven-foot gateway. The view through shows Calca's office immediately.

Two women sit at a wooden desk covered in paperwork. Queen Calca Bessarez looks up from a document, blonde hair framing her face. High Priestess Kelart Custodio sits beside her, similarly focused on administrative work.

Both freeze as the portal manifests without warning.

Calca's eyes widen. Her hands still on the parchment. Kelart straightens in her chair, mouth opening slightly.

Neither woman speaks as you step through the gateway with three companions, two semi-naked.

You settle into one of the cushioned chairs positioned before Calca's desk, making yourself comfortable. The three women accompanying you remain standing, forming a loose semicircle behind your seat.

Calca's eyes dart from your face to Milly's exposed breasts, then to Villetta's similarly naked torso, before snapping back to meet your gaze. Her hands remain frozen on the parchment she'd been reviewing when the portal manifested.

Kelart recovers first. She rises slowly from her chair, smoothing her ceremonial robes with deliberate motions. "Lord Blank. Your visits continue to surprise us."

"Simplicity is preferable to overcomplicated." you reply simply.

Calca finally releases the document, folding her hands atop the desk. Her blonde hair catches sunlight streaming through tall windows behind her. "We've been discussing our answer."

Silence stretches for several heartbeats. You wait patiently, making no move to fill the conversational void.

Kelart glances at Calca, then back to you. "May I ask who accompanies you today?"

"Lacus Clyne," Lacus says quietly from behind you, her pink dress rustling as she shifts her weight. "My dimension is apparently named Gundam Seed."

"Milly Ashford," Milly adds, her voice carrying less confidence than usual. Her hands twitch slightly, instinctively wanting to cover her nakedness before she forces them still.

"Villetta Nu," Villetta states flatly, offering no additional context.

Calca's expression tightens as she processes the partial nudity of two visitors standing in her official chambers. "I see. Your household structure remains... unconventional."

"Unconventional, yet functions effectively." you note.

Kelart moves around the desk, positioning herself beside Calca's chair. Her fingers grip the wooden backrest. "We appreciate the warning you provided about our potential future. Seeing our own deaths, the kingdom's destruction, it fundamentally changed our perspective."

"But accepting your offer means abandoning our duties here," Calca continues. Her voice carries strain. "The Sacred Kingdom requires leadership. Our people depend on us."

You remain silent, allowing them to work through their reasoning aloud.

"We've consulted with advisors," Kelart says. "Discreetly, without publicizing the contents. The consensus suggests that abdicating our positions to join a foreign entity's household would create political chaos."

Calca leans forward slightly. "Yet we also recognize that refusing someone of your capabilities could prove... unwise."

"You're not prisoners," you state clearly. "If you refuse, you refuse. I won't force the matter."

Kelart's grip on the chair tightens visibly. "That almost makes the decision harder. If you were threatening us, the moral calculus would be simpler."

"We need more time," Calca says finally. "Three more days remain of the week you granted. We're not refusing, but we cannot provide a definitive answer today."

You release a gentle sigh, allowing your shoulders to drop slightly. "More repeated conversations. How can I avoid these in the future?"

Calca's expression tightens. Her fingers curl against the parchment still resting on her desk. "You could avoid them by not making games of returning daily to press for an answer you explicitly provided seven days for."

Kelart glances at Calca, then back to you. "We understand your perspective, Lord Blank. But these decisions carry profound implications for our kingdom. Three days remain of the timeframe you granted."

"Lacus, Milly, Villetta," you turn slightly in your chair to address the three women behind you. "Is there anything you'd like to ask the Holy Queen or High Priestess? I believe their refusal has painted the current situation easily enough."

Milly shifts her weight, instinctively covering her exposed breasts with her forearms before forcing her hands back to her sides. "I wouldn't characterize asking for the agreed-upon time as refusal."

Lacus speaks with quiet diplomacy. "Your Majesty, High Priestess, may I ask what concerns weigh most heavily in your deliberations? Perhaps understanding your perspective would help Lord Blank approach future visits differently."

Calca studies Lacus for several heartbeats. The pink-haired woman's dress stands in stark contrast to the partial nudity of her companions, creating visual dissonance that Calca clearly finds difficult to process.

"The concern," Calca begins carefully, "is that accepting Lord Blank's offer means abandoning our responsibilities here. The Sacred Kingdom needs leadership. Our people depend on stability."

"Yet you also recognize," Kelart adds, "that the future Lord Blank showed us depicted our complete failure. The kingdom destroyed, our people enslaved or killed. If that timeline represents genuine possibility, can we ethically refuse?"

Villetta speaks unexpectedly from behind you. "Military defense requires strategic resource allocation. If Lord Blank's capabilities prevent the catastrophic timeline, refusing creates unnecessary risk to your population."

Calca's eyes narrow slightly. "That analysis assumes Lord Blank would protect the Sacred Kingdom regardless of our personal decision. We have no guarantee of that."

"I already protected the holy kingdom just by existing," you note. "I've provided refugee settlement assistance across multiple kingdoms. My interest in you two specifically doesn't determine whether I'd intervene if the Demihumans invaded."

Kelart's grip on the chair backrest tightens further. "Then what precisely are we deciding? Whether to join your household as... as your women, as you phrased it. Not whether you'll protect the kingdom."

"Correct."

"That almost makes the choice harder," Calca says quietly. "If accepting was necessary to save our people, duty would dictate our answer. But if you'd intervene anyway, then we're choosing between personal desire and royal obligation without clear moral imperative."

Milly speaks again, her voice carrying less diplomatic smoothness. "Personal desire matters. You're allowed to want things for yourself, not just for your kingdom."

Calca meets Milly's gaze directly. "Are you speaking from experience? Did you join Lord Blank's household because you wanted to, or because circumstances compelled you?"

Milly hesitates. Her blue eyes flicker briefly toward you before returning to Calca. "Both. The circumstances that brought me here were catastrophic. But staying, participating, that's genuine choice."

"And wearing that," Calca gestures toward Milly's exposed breasts, "is that genuine choice or required performance?"

"Genuine choice," Milly confirms without hesitation. "Lord Blank requested it. I agreed. I could refuse."

Lacus adds softly, "I chose to wear this dress rather than the more revealing options others selected. Lord Blank accepted my preference without complaint."

Kelart absorbs this information silently. Her eyes move from Lacus's covered form to Milly and Villetta's partial nudity, clearly processing the implications.

Calca leans back in her chair. "Three days remain. We will provide our answer then, as agreed. Returning daily serves no purpose except to remind us of pressure we're already feeling."

You lean back in your chair, studying both women with deliberate calm. "Then it seems we'll be skipping tomorrow's check-in."

Calca's fingers uncurl slightly from the parchment. Her shoulders drop fractionally, tension easing.

"Here's a question for you," you continue, voice level. "From what I can determine, do you want me to push for your obedience as royalty rather than as individuals? All it would take is a simple threat. As queen and priestess, you'd be required to sacrifice yourselves to me. Offer yourselves to protect your kingdom."

The office falls completely silent. Kelart's grip on the chair backrest tightens until her knuckles pale. Calca's breath catches audibly.

"That's what you're considering, isn't it?" you observe. "Whether refusing me puts your kingdom at risk. Whether accepting constitutes necessary sacrifice rather than personal choice."

Calca opens her mouth, closes it. Her blonde hair shifts as she glances toward Kelart.

Kelart speaks first, voice strained. "If you threatened the kingdom, we would have no choice. Our duty would demand compliance."

"But you haven't threatened us," Calca adds quietly. "You've stated your lack of interest to the Sacred Kingdom regardless of our personal decision. Which removes the justification we might use to accept without feeling selfish."

"So the question stands," you say. "Do you want me to provide that justification? Make the threat that removes your choice?"

"No," Kelart says immediately. Her voice carries unexpected firmness. "If we accept, it should be because we choose to. Not because duty compels us."

Calca nods slowly. "Three days remain. We'll provide our answer then, as originally agreed. Not because you've pressured us daily, but because we genuinely need time to decide what we want as individuals rather than as crown and clergy."

You rise from your chair, the motion smooth and unhurried. "Then I'll return in three days."

Milly straightens behind you, her exposed breasts shifting with the movement. Villetta stands at attention, military bearing evident. Lacus simply adjusts her pink dress, composure intact.

You turn toward your three companions, opening your arms implicating. Milly steps forward first, blue eyes meeting yours with complex emotion before you draw her close. Your lips meet hers in slow deliberate contact, tongue sliding past her teeth to explore her mouth thoroughly. Her breath quickens against you, hands rising to grip your shoulders.

When you release Milly, she steps back with flushed cheeks and slightly glazed expression.

Lacus approaches next, pink dress rustling softly. Her kiss carries gentle warmth rather than passionate heat, lips parting to accept your tongue with diplomatic grace. You taste her thoroughly before releasing her to step back beside Milly.

Villetta moves into your arms with precision. Her kiss demonstrates neither hesitation nor particular enthusiasm, simply accepting your attention with the same neutral compliance she's shown throughout the morning. You explore her mouth completely before releasing her.

Calca watches the entire display with visible discomfort. Her fingers curl against the desk surface. Kelart's expression shows similar tension, though her eyes track each kiss with analytical focus rather than pure embarrassment.

You summon the portal with a casual gesture. Silver light erupts in the office air, edges defining the gateway back to Carne Manor. Through the shimmering surface, you can see the main hall's empty furniture bathed in morning sunlight.

"Three days," you confirm, glancing back toward Calca and Kelart. "I'll return then for your answer."

You step through the portal with Milly, Lacus, and Villetta following close behind. The gateway collapses behind you with soft displacement of air, leaving Calca's office silent except for two women processing what just occurred.

You settle onto the main hall couch, the morning sunlight streaming through the tall windows warming the leather beneath you. "Lacus, lift your dress and straddle my lap."

Lacus calmly approaches with grace, gathering the pink fabric of her dress upward to reveal her bare legs. She positions herself over your lap, thighs spreading to accommodate your seated position before lowering herself down. Her weight settles comfortably against you, the warmth of her legs pressing through your clothing.

Milly and Villetta move to either side without prompting. Milly's exposed breasts shift with each step, her blue eyes focused on finding proper positioning beside you. Villetta maintains her neutral expression as she takes the opposite side, her own chest bare.

You wrap your arms around both women, hands cupping their breasts with casual proprietary comfort. Milly's boob yields beneath your fingers, her breath catching slightly at the contact. Villetta's body remains relaxed under your touch, accepting the attention without reaction.

"The visits to Jircniv went well enough," you begin, thumb circling Milly's nipple absently. "He's reading through the Overlord series now. Finding strategic parallels to his own governance situation."

Lacus shifts her weight slightly in your lap, adjusting for comfort. "His questions about dimensional education were thoughtful. Not merely gathering intelligence, but genuinely considering implementation frameworks."

"His logistics questions were practical," Villetta adds without inflection. "Supply chain coordination between dimensions requires standardized protocols. Transportation capacity calculations determine feasible refugee numbers."

You squeeze Milly's breast gently. "What did you make of the Sacred Kingdom visit?"

Milly takes a breath, her chest expanding under your palm. "Calca and Kelart are stuck. They want permission to refuse without guilt, but they also recognize refusing you carries political risk they can't properly assess."

"Your question about whether they wanted coercion was brilliant," Lacus observes. "It forced them to acknowledge they were seeking external justification rather than making genuine choice."

"Kelart's immediate rejection of that option surprised Calca," you note, switching your attention to rolling Villetta's nipple between your fingers. "Did you notice her expression?"

"Calca had been considering wanting duty to remove her agency," Milly confirms. "Kelart cutting that option off left her visibly uncomfortable."

Villetta speaks with her characteristic precision. "Both women now recognize they must decide as individuals rather than monarchs. Decision complexity increased rather than simplified by your clarification."

Lacus adjusts again in your lap, her dress bunched around her waist. "The extended kisses we shared created visceral discomfort for them. Watching you embrace each of us thoroughly removed any remaining illusions about what accepting your offer entails."

"They needed to see that," you say, palm sliding across Milly's breast to cup its weight fully. "Better they refuse now than accept with false expectations."

"Do you think they'll accept?" Milly asks.

You squeeze both breasts simultaneously, drawing slight gasps from Milly while Villetta remains impassive. "I think they're genuinely conflicted. Three days will either provide clarity or simply delay their anxiety. I want them to accept, however their hesitation makes me feel like their leaning towards refusing."