Arrival in an isekai

The Heroes Feast spell ensures everything, Roasted meats, fresh bread, bowls of steaming vegetables, and pitchers of wine and water tastes perfect, filling the air with rich aromas that make mouths water.

You remain seated with Kallen on your lap, one hand resting naturally on her fishnet-covered thigh while the other reaches for your wine glass. Charlotte sits across from you, her witch apprentice costume drawing occasional glances from others at the table, though no one comments directly on it.

"So Charlotte," Milly begins conversationally as she serves herself vegetables, "what subjects did you study at IS Academy? The France of our world was likely quite different."

Charlotte's posture remains rigid, but she answers with measured politeness. "Primarily IS piloting theory and practical combat applications. Some engineering fundamentals, though my focus was operational rather than developmental."

"We have a school here too," Kuuderika announces proudly. "It's really big and has lots of different teachers. Master created it with magic."

"I gathered that," Charlotte replies carefully.

Arche sets down a platter near Charlotte's plate. "The younger students study basic literacy and mathematics in the mornings. Afternoons focus on magical theory for those with aptitude, or practical skills for those without. You're welcome to observe tomorrow if you'd like."

"Combat training happens after lunch," Alicia adds, cutting into her meat. "Golems for sparring, weapon fundamentals, that sort of thing. It's actually quite well organized."

Prim nods enthusiastically. "The golems adjust their difficulty based on your skill level. They're really clever about it."

You take a sip of wine, your thumb moving in gentle circles over Kallen's thigh. She shifts slightly on your lap but doesn't protest the attention, accepting another bite of bread.

"How many students attend?" Charlotte asks, her analytical mind clearly processing information methodically.

"About forty children from the village," Lisara answers. "Plus those of us who live here and want to develop our skills further."

"The resurrection ability mentioned," Charlotte says carefully, addressing Arche. "Your sisters implied this is a common occurrence?"

Arche's expression becomes more serious. "Master resurrected a few specific villagers who died in attacks. Currently he's conducting mass resurrections in the Elf Kingdom, bringing back victims of an eight-century tyranny."

Charlotte's fingers tighten slightly around her fork. "Mass resurrections. Hundreds at once?"

"Supposedly, approximately five hundred each of the last two days, with several thousand to go." Euphemia confirms gently.

The blonde woman falls silent, clearly recalibrating her understanding of the power dynamics she's entered.

"Try the roasted potatoes," Nemu suggests helpfully to Charlotte. "They're really good. Everything here tastes perfect because of the magic on the manor."

Conversation continues around the table, gradually incorporating Charlotte through simple questions about her preferences, her observations of the manor, her thoughts on various subjects. The rhythm becomes natural, comfortable, allowing her rigid posture to slowly ease as the meal progresses.

You rise from your seat, sliding one arm beneath Kallen's knees and the other behind her back. She makes a small sound of surprise as you lift her easily into a princess carry, her arms instinctively wrapping around your neck.

"Master, I can walk," she protests weakly, though the pink flush spreading across her cheeks suggests she doesn't truly mind.

"I know," you reply simply, carrying her away from the table as conversation continues behind you.

Her bedroom door closes softly behind you. You cross to her bed in a few strides and lay her down on the soft sheets. Kallen looks up at you, red hair fanning across the pillow, her bunny outfit's fishnet stockings catching the lamplight. Her breathing has already quickened.

You lean over her, one hand braced beside her shoulder as the other moves to unfasten your trousers. "This is your fault, you know," you murmur, drawing out your hardened length. "Sitting on my lap all through dinner in this outfit, wiggling every time you shifted position."

Kallen's eyes drop to your erection, then back to your face. "I wasn't trying to... I mean, I didn't mean..."

"Didn't you?" You hook your thumb under the high-cut edge of her leotard, pulling the damp fabric aside. The evidence of her arousal is immediately visible, her body having responded to feeling your hardness beneath her throughout the meal. "You're already wet."

Her flush deepens, but she doesn't deny it. Instead she parts her thighs slightly, an invitation.

You position yourself at her entrance and push forward slowly, watching her face as you fill her. Kallen's lips part on a gasp, her hands gripping your shoulders. The tight heat of her surrounds you completely as you bottom out.

"Master," she breathes, her voice already trembling.

You begin to move, establishing a steady rhythm. Kallen's hips rise to meet your thrusts, her breathing growing ragged. You hold yourself back deliberately, focusing on her pleasure as her body tightens around you.

Her first climax hits quickly, her inner walls clenching as she cries out. You don't slow, continuing to drive into her as she shudders beneath you. Her hands clutch at your back, nails digging in through your shirt.

The second orgasm builds more gradually. You feel it approaching in the way her body responds, the increasing desperation in her movements. When it crests, you let yourself follow, both of you reaching completion together as pleasure overwhelms conscious thought.

You remain braced above her as both of you catch your breath, still joined. Kallen's red hair clings to her damp forehead, her expression utterly satisfied.

You access your inventory and the bunny suit vanishes from Kallen's body along with the wet panties beneath, both reappearing in a neat pile beside the bed. Her skin flushes deeper as she realizes she's completely bare beneath you now, exposed except for the white fishnets still clinging to her legs.

You resume your thrusting inside her, slower this time, deliberate. Kallen's breathing comes in short gasps as her body responds, still sensitive from the previous climaxes. Her hands grip your forearms weakly, lacking the strength to do more than hold on.

"Master," she whispers, voice hoarse. "You. I... it's too much..."

"You can," you murmur, maintaining the steady pace. "Just once more."

Her third orgasm builds gradually, her inner walls fluttering around you as pleasure overwhelms exhaustion. When it hits, she arches weakly, a broken cry escaping her lips. You continue through it, feeling her body tremble beneath you.

The fourth builds faster than expected. Kallen's eyes have gone unfocused, her red hair matted with sweat against the pillow. This time when she climaxes, you allow yourself to follow, both of you reaching completion together in a shared moment of release.

You remain still for a moment, both catching your breath. Kallen's eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open.

"Sleep now," you say softly, "or would you prefer to stay awake longer?"

Her response is barely audible, words slurring together. "Sleep... please... so tired..."

You lean down to kiss her before withdrawing from her body. A soft whimper escapes her lips at the loss, but her eyes are already closing. You move to her breasts, taking one nipple between your lips and sucking slowly. The peak is still hard from arousal, and you work it patiently with your tongue until it softens. You repeat the attention on the other side, feeling her breathing even out as exhaustion claims her.

By the time you finish, Kallen has fallen completely asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful, Covering her gently with a sheet as you stand. You adjust your clothing and straighten your shirt.

You exit her room quietly, closing the door behind you. The manor's main hall stretches before you, lamplight casting warm shadows across the furniture. Dinner has concluded, though voices still drift from various directions as household members disperse to their evening activities.

Arche passes through the hallway escorting her half-asleep sisters. She glances at you emerging from Kallen's room, her expression knowing but discreet. "Master," she acknowledges with a small nod before continuing on her way, Kuuderika and Ureirika echoing her.

The evening remains young enough for other activities, though most of the household seems to be winding down from the day's events.

You step into the main hall where conversation flows among the gathered women. Charlotte sits somewhat stiffly in her witch apprentice costume, listening as Shirley describes the park's various attractions with enthusiasm. Lucy contributes corrections about technical details, her pink hair catching the lamplight.

"The Castle of Dreams has seventeen interactive exhibits," Lucy explains.

Renner observes from a comfortable chair, her analytical bearing evident as she processes Charlotte's presence and circumstances.

Alicia and Prim notice your entrance immediately. They exchange a quick glance before approaching together, Alicia's blue bikini armor drawing more attention than Prim's transparent pink dress simply because of the metallic shine.

"Master," Alicia says, reaching you first. She rises on her toes to kiss you, her lips warm and confident against yours. When she pulls back, Prim takes her turn, softer and more tentative but equally genuine.

"We'd like you to put us to bed," Prim adds quietly, her cheeks coloring slightly despite the boldness of making such a request in front of the gathered household.

You nod, sliding one hand around Alicia's waist and the other to Prim's lower back. "Of course."

The three of you move toward the hallway together. Behind you, conversation resumes without pause. Milly's voice carries clearly: "Master has been having Lucy take turns escorting us to the park, partially reward for adjusting to the life-change, partially interacting with visitors beyond household members and tiny village."

Alicia's bedroom door closes behind you with a soft click. The space is comfortable and familiar, dominated by a large bed with blue sheets. You follow both women toward it, they climb on together, letting their clothes and undergarments drop to the floor in a trail as they walk.

Alicia settles on her back first, Prim taking position beside her. Their hands find each other automatically, fingers lacing together in a gesture that speaks of genuine friendship alongside intimate partnership.

You lean over them, starting with Alicia. Your mouth finds hers while your hand slides down her stomach to the junction of her thighs. She's already responding, hips lifting slightly. Beside her, Prim watches with flushed interest as you work your fingers against Alicia's most sensitive places.

"Together," Alicia breathes between kisses. "Like before."

You shift attention to Prim, giving her the same treatment while maintaining contact with Alicia. Both women's breathing quickens in tandem, their joined hands tightening as pleasure builds. The rhythm you establish serves them both, alternating focus while keeping each consistently stimulated.

Alicia climaxes first, her back arching as she cries out. You don't pause, continuing to work Prim toward her own peak. When it hits, she squeezes Alicia's hand hard enough to leave marks, her normally quiet voice breaking into wordless sounds.

You give them only moments to recover before beginning again. This time you use your mouth on Prim while your fingers attend to Alicia, drawing out their responses until both are trembling. The second round of climaxes leaves them gasping, but you recognize they're not quite finished yet.

The third time takes longer. Their bodies are sensitive, oversaturated with sensation, but you're patient and thorough. When they finally reach completion again, nearly simultaneously, both women go limp against the sheets.

Alicia's eyes close first, her breathing evening out almost immediately. Prim follows within moments, still holding her friend's hand as unconsciousness claims them both.

You straighten their limbs gently and kiss their nipples to calm them, admiring the two beautiful softly breathing women. Pulling a sheet over them and leaving the room after straightening your shirt.

You step back into the main hall where conversation flows comfortably. The first thing you notice is Euphemia, Milly, and Villetta have removed the modest undergarments they wore during dinner with the children present. Their open-cup maid outfits now display their breasts fully, the black fabric supporting and framing rather than concealing.

Lucy sits near the hearth beside Lacus, pink hair catching the lamplight as she explains something about the park's fountains with genuine enthusiasm. Shirley listens nearby, orange hair falling over one shoulder. Charlotte occupies a chair somewhat apart from the others, still wearing her witch apprentice costume, her posture revealing careful observation of household dynamics.

You approach Lucy first. She looks up as you near, her expression shifting to anticipation mixed with slight uncertainty. When you lean down to kiss her, she accepts the contact but her response remains somewhat stiff, unfamiliar with the gesture despite intended acceptance. Her lips press against yours briefly before you pull back.

"Welcome home," you say simply.

Shirley rises slightly as you turn to her, amber eyes bright with pleasure at being acknowledged. Her kiss is softer, more confident than Lucy's, though pink colors her cheeks. She smiles when you break contact.

"The park was wonderful," Shirley offers. "Lucy showed me everything. The Castle of Dreams, the Elemental Gardens, even backstage areas most visitors never see."

You move to settle between Villetta and Euphemia on one of the longer sofas. Both women shift automatically to accommodate you, their bodies warm against yours. Your arms slide around their shoulders, hands moving to cup their exposed breasts openly.

Villetta's breath catches slightly at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. Her skin is soft beneath your palm, her nipple hardening as your fingers brushes over it. Beside you, Euphemia's violet eyes meet yours briefly before she relaxes back against the sofa cushions, accepting the attention with impressively serene composure.

"Master," Neia says from across the room, still wearing her matching witch costume. "Should I change into something more appropriate? The three girls picked these outfits, but..."

"They're fine for tonight," you reply, continuing to fondle both women's breasts casually. "Charlotte should see what household attire normally looks like."

Charlotte's blue eyes flick toward you at the mention of her name, then away again quickly. She's processing, you recognize. Calculating the full scope of what she's entered.

Renner observes from her chair with analytical interest, her golden hair falling over one shoulder. "How large is the park?" she asks Shirley. "Lucy mentioned several distinct themed areas."

"As big as a small town," Lucy answers before Shirley can respond. "Five major zones, seventeen total attractions, capacity for eight thousand daily visitors at current staffing levels."

Conversation continues around you as your hands work steadily at Villetta and Euphemia's breasts, thumb and forefingers circling their nipples while your fingers knead soft flesh.

Enri stands suddenly, her chair scraping across the floor. She moves around the sofa to position herself directly in front of you where Villetta and Euphemia recline against your sides. Her green eyes hold yours with an intensity you recognize.

Her fingers work hesitantly at her shirt buttons. The fabric parts to reveal the simple cotton bra underneath, which she unhooks and drops to the floor with her shirt. Her breasts are modest, pale in the lamplight, nipples already hardening.

Charlotte's gaze snaps away from the scene immediately, focusing intently on her hands folded in her lap. Renner watches with analytical interest, golden hair falling forward slightly as she leans in her chair.

Enri pushes her pants down her hips along with her underwear, stepping out of both before kicking them aside. She's completely naked now except for simple cotton socks, standing between your knees where everyone can see her.

"I want this," Enri says clearly.

She reaches for your trousers, opening them and freeing your hardening cock. Her fingers wrap around you, stroking to bring you fully erect before she straddles your lap.

You release Villetta and Euphemia's breasts, sliding your hands down to Enri's hips instead. Her skin is warm beneath your palms as she positions herself above you, lowering slowly until your head presses against her entrance.

She's already wet. The initial penetration stretches her open, her breath catching as she sinks down incrementally. You hold her hips steady, guiding the descent preventing rushing.

"She's... Everyone's watching," Shirley murmurs to Lucy, orange hair shifting as she glances around the room.

"That seems normal here," Lucy replies matter-of-factly.

Enri bottoms out with a small gasp, fully seated on your lap with your cock buried completely inside her. She rolls her hips experimentally, finding the angle that works best. Your thumbs press into the soft flesh just above her hipbones as you begin matching her rhythm with gentle upward thrusts.

Her first climax builds quickly, announced by the tightening of her inner walls around you and the stuttering of her breathing. She rides through it without stopping, continuing to work herself up and down your length.

"How many times has she done this?" Charlotte asks quietly, the question apparently slipping out before she could stop it.

"The first that we've witnessed publicly, privately, enough to enjoy it." Lacus answers serenely.

Enri's second peak follows several minutes later, her nails digging into your shoulders through your shirt as she arches backward. You massage her hips throughout, maintaining the steady upward pressure that complements her increasingly erratic movements.

The third climax leaves her trembling, sweat beading along her collarbone and between her breasts.