Chapter 175: Taunting Erza. Day end +18 ritual. Good Morning.

You cup her breasts from behind, your palms warm against the soft weight of them, and press your lips to the curve of her neck. She shivers, tilting her head to give you access.

"Something to think about," you murmur against her skin, your thumbs circling her nipples. "If you're that resolute about staying with me, consider the master-servant contract. Its main purpose is turning intimacy of all forms - like our current cuddling - into slow power gain. With a bunch of side benefits and conditions that aren't bad if the relationship is real."

Erza's breath catches. "You're offering-"

You knead her breasts harder, your clothed erection pressing against her bare ass. She gasps, her hips shifting involuntarily.

"I'm eager to grant your virginity request," you say, your voice rougher now. "In the Fairy Tail guild hall. What did your naughty reading get in your head?"

Her cheeks flush crimson. "I don't know what you're-"

"Does she want it in front of all her family?" You grind against her, your cock straining against your cargo pants. "Diving headfirst into exhibitionism like Yoruichi? Or does she want it early morning, moaning as her breasts press against the bar that Mirajane tends to all day?"

Erza goes rigid. The imagery hits her - the guild hall, the bar counter, Mirajane polishing glasses on the other side, Brad takes her from behind, her nipples dragging against polished wood with every thrust. Her pussy clenches visibly, slick coating her inner thighs.

"You-" she starts, but you've already turned her. You push her down onto the bridge couch, her scarlet hair fanning across the leather, her breasts bouncing with the impact. Her brown eyes are wide - not with fear, but with the electric thrill of being physically moved by someone she trusts completely.

You pull your cock free. It's painfully hard, throbbing, and you stroke it twice before releasing across her lower back. Thick ropes of cum splatter against her skin, pooling in the dip of her spine, dripping down toward her ass.

Erza watches over her shoulder, her lips parted, her chest heaving.

You lean down and kiss her - deep, possessive, your hand finding her breasts again and holding them as your breathing steadies.

"Sorry," you say against her mouth. "Needed that."

You stand slowly, tucking yourself back into your pants. Erza remains on the couch, your cum cooling on her back, her expression a complicated mixture

"You pushed me down," she says quietly.

"I did, sorry about the surprise."

"And you didn't take my virginity."

"Not yet."

She sits up slowly, your cum sliding down her lower back. She doesn't wipe it off. Instead, she looks at you with those fierce brown eyes - something in her expression has shifted. The competitive edge is still there, but there's an impression now, something steadier. Deeper.

"The contract," she says. "I'll ask Maria about it again. After I've had time to think about... the bar." Her voice drops on the last two words, her cheeks darkening again.

You kiss her again, softer this time, your lips lingering against hers before pulling back.

"Don't let your imagination run too wild," you say, your tone teasing. "Actually getting caught isn't as fun as the fantasy. Having sex invisible in the middle of the guildhall during the day, surrounded by all your family and friends, without any of them able to figure out where the scent of sex or those muffled moans are coming from - that's where the real thrill lives."

Erza's cheeks flush deeper. She opens her mouth to respond but you're already standing, straightening your t-shirt.

"I need to head to the Mansion bedroom before sunrise. At least pretend I've slept, or I'll get a scolding from Mikasa about keeping habits." You pause staring at the bridge door. "Right - I forgot about the magic lock."

You extend your hand toward the door, mana flowing through your fingers. "Arcane Lock." The spell settles into the metal with an audible click, the mechanism glowing light gold before fading. You tie the lock's permissions to the Anchoring Bands - anyone wearing one passes freely, anyone without gets stopped.

"That'll keep the dominated women out," you mutter. "Oh - and I forgot about their dress code... I'll get that sorted in the morning. Hopefully most of them will agree to Age Reduction contracts and-"

You catch Erza's expression. She's pressed her lips together, her shoulders shaking, brown eyes bright with barely-contained laughter at your rambling.

"Right." You clear your throat. "Need to get going."

You step onto the teleportation circle. The violet glow envelops you, reality folds, and you emerge onto the Anchorage bridge. Empty, quiet, consoles blinking in standby mode. You move to the Mansion door - the ornate frame standing incongruously in the Galley - and push through.

The comforting warmth of the Magnificent Mansion envelops you. You pad through the entrance hall, quieting your footsteps as you approach the communal bedroom. The door is ajar, warm light spilling through the gap, and you can hear quiet voices.

You slip inside.

The bedroom is arranged as it always is - massive bed dominating the center, bodies draped across it in various states of sleep and wakefulness. The awake cluster sits near the headboard: Albedo in her white gown, wings folded neatly, a tablet balanced on her knee with what looks like handwritten notes. Roxanne curled beside her, ears twitching at your entrance, tail giving a single hopeful wag. Rin in her white blouse, legs crossed, mid-sentence about something magical. Hinata in her maid uniform, dark hair loose across her shoulders. Riveria beside her, white lingerie and collar, jade eyes lifting to meet yours. Kurumi in her French maid outfit, heterochromatic eyes catching yours with immediate interest. Kurumu in her purple underwear, blue hair mussed, grinning.

They all look up simultaneously.

"Five in the morning," Albedo says, her golden eyes tracking you with amusement. "Busy night?"

"You smell like sex," Kurumu announces, her little nose twitching. "Specifically, Erza."

Rin's eyebrow arches. "The new ship already. Really?"

"I'm just impressed he made it back before dawn," Riveria says mildly, adjusting her collar.

Hinata's lavender eyes warm as she says. "Welcome back, Goshujin-sama."

The sleeping ones are scattered across the bed - Mikasa face-down with her black hair fanned across a pillow, Musashi sprawled with one arm hanging off the edge, Asia curled small beside the Priestess, C.C. somehow looking regal even unconscious, Nami hugging a blanket, Yoruichi on her stomach with her purple hair everywhere, Violet rigidly neat even in sleep, Liza's tail draped over Emilia's ankle, Tuka's pointed ears visible above her blanket.

Kurumi tilts her head. "Shall I prepare anything, Master?"

You move through the cluster of awake women, kissing each one slowly. Albedo first - her golden eyes half-lidded, her lips soft and yielding beneath yours, a quiet hum of satisfaction escaping her throat. Then Roxanne, whose tail thumps against the mattress as your mouth meets hers. Rin next, her kiss sharper, more possessive, her teeth catching your lower lip briefly before releasing. Hinata's is gentle, her lavender eyes closing, her fingers finding your wrist where the contract marks glow faintly. Riveria's kiss is measured and deliberate, her jade eyes watching you even as her lips move against yours, the collar around her throat shifting. Kurumi's is theatrical - she tilts her head, lets her heterochromatic eyes drift shut, kisses you like she's savoring a vintage wine. And Kurumu practically tackles you, her blue hair brushing your face, her soft breasts pressing against your chest through her purple bra as she kisses you with open-mouthed enthusiasm.

"I don't need anything in particular," you say quietly, settling onto the edge of the massive bed. "And since we're expecting to wake up in two or three hours to start our day... how would you girls like yesterday to end?"

The question hangs in the warm air. Eight pairs of eyes exchange glances.

Albedo speaks first, her wings rustling as she shifts. "You've been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. You teleported between projects, retrieved the three from the slave market, exterminated the scientists, setup the zombie clearing of the new ship, multiple announcements, and pleasured multiple women privately." She tilts her head. "Perhaps you should rest."

"But-" Kurumu starts.

"He asked how we'd like it to end," Rin says, her tone decisive. "And I'd like it to end with him in my lap."

"You always want him in your lap," Kurumi observes mildly.

"Because I'm always first."

Hinata's voice is soft but clear. "Goshujin-sama has been working so hard. I think... I would like to participate tonight. Properly."

Her lavender eyes meet yours with quiet determination. This is new - Hinata volunteering for public riding rather than waiting to be asked.

Riveria adjusts her collar. "I believe the rotation has been established. Rin first, then Hinata for her first public participation. The rest of us will take our turns receiving Master's attention."

Roxanne's tail wags rapidly. "I-I'd like that too."

Albedo's golden eyes narrow with amusement. "Very well. But I have notes for the next meeting, and I expect them addressed before anything else governance-related." She sets her tablet aside with deliberate emphasis.

You lean back against the headboard as Rin straddles you, her white blouse already unbuttoned to her navel, her black skirt hiked up around her waist. She sinks onto your cock with a controlled exhale, her pussy tight and wet around you, her turquoise eyes fixed on yours.

"Missed this," she murmurs, beginning to ride.

Albedo positions herself above your face, her white gown pulled aside, her pussy bare and glistening. She lowers herself onto your mouth without ceremony, her thighs framing your head. Kurumi kneels beside you, her maid skirt flipped up, guiding your hand between her legs as she watches Rin ride.

Hinata waits her turn with quiet patience, her maid uniform already loosened, her dark hair falling across her bare shoulders. When Rin climaxes - shuddering, gasping, her pussy clenching around you - Hinata takes her place without hesitation. She sinks onto your cock slowly, her lavender eyes never leaving yours, her first public participation marked by that same quiet determination.

The night continues in rotation. Your mouth finds Kurumu's pussy, then Riveria's, then Roxanne's - each different, each responding uniquely to your tongue. Kurumu gasps and writhes, her succubus sensitivity making her come within minutes. Riveria holds perfectly still, her jade eyes distant, her ears twitching as you work her clit with deliberate patience until she breaks. Roxanne whimpers and bucks, her tail waving loosely across your chest, her first orgasm leaving her trembling.

By the time Hinata finishes - her second public climax, her nails digging into your chest, her pussy spasming around your cock - dawn is creeping through the Mansion's windows. Bodies pile around you in the aftermath, warm skin against warm skin, the communal bed a tangle of limbs and satisfaction.

Hinata settles across your stomach, her dark hair spilling across your chest. Her lavender eyes are half-closed, her breathing soft and even. "Guarding the virgins," she murmurs with a faint smile, amused by your excuse to having someone sleeping on you as her nipples press against your ribs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your collarbone.

Albedo shifts behind you, her wings folding as she positions your head in her lap. Her thighs are warm beneath your neck, her white gown soft against your cheek. Her fingers find your hair, stroking slowly.

"Comfortable?" she asks, her golden eyes looking down at you.

"Mm."

Kurumi takes your left side, pulling your arm between her breasts - the soft weight of them pressing against your forearm through her maid outfit's cleavage. Her heterochromatic eyes gleam with satisfaction as she nestles closer. Roxanne mirrors her on the right, your other arm disappearing between her breasts, her maid uniform form-fitting enough she may as well have breast pockets, her tail curling lazily across your hip.

Rin crawls behind Roxanne, wrapping herself around the wolf-eared girl's back, her hand reaching past to hold yours. Her turquoise eyes meet yours briefly - possessive, content - before she closes them.

Kurumu spoons behind Kurumi, her blue hair brushing your arm as she reaches for your hand, her soft breasts pressing against Kurumi's back. Her wing unfurls, draping over both Kurumi and Hinata like a warm canopy.

Riveria settles slightly apart, her collar glinting in the morning light filtering through the Mansion windows, her jade eyes closing as she folds her arms beneath her head.

You drift. Not reaching full sleep - the Zero-Sleep enchantment makes that unnecessary - but a comfortable half-awareness, bodies warm against yours, breathing synchronized, the gentle weight of seven women arranged around you like a living blanket.

An hour passes.

Mikasa stirs first. Her black hair is a mess across her pillow, but her eyes snap open with military precision. She stretches - arms overhead, Nightshirt riding up her bare stomach - and immediately scans the room. Her gaze lands on you, softens, then moves on.

Asia blinks awake beside the Priestess, her modified habit miniskirt rumpled from sleep. She yawns delicately, covering her mouth with one hand.

Violet sits up with mechanical neatness, her blonde hair barely disturbed, her fingers already straightening her clothing.

Nami groans from beneath her blanket. "Mmmph." A pause. Then her orange hair emerges, her eyes still closed. "What time is it?"

"Eight," Mikasa says.

Nami's eyes snap open. The Icon. Her ship. The most expensive vessel in the world, fully enchanted, waiting for her. She sits up so fast her blanket falls away.

"Right," she breathes. "Right. Today."

Asia crawls toward you through the tangle of bodies, her warm brown eyes finding yours. "Goshujin-sama," she says softly. "May I be your shower partner this morning?"

Before you can answer, a scaled forearm appears at the edge of the bed. Liza pulls herself up, her reptilian tail swishing behind her.

"Can I join?" she asks, her stoic face betraying nothing.

Kurumu's eyes crack open. She grins immediately. "Liza, are you asking to join the shower, or the sex?"

Liza doesn't answer. Her face remains perfectly neutral - but her tail betrays her completely, wagging rapidly back and forth, thumping against the mattress.

Kurumu's grin widens. "Your tail is very honest."

Rin opens one eye. "Let the girl have her shower."

Asia's cheeks are pink but she's smiling, waiting for your answer.

"Albedo, Nami," you say, your voice carrying quiet authority even as your hands are still tangled between Hinata's fingers and Roxanne's tail. "Take C.C. or Rika through the Teleportation Circle to the Icon or the Stallion. Tell the three ships to prepare their survivors for an announcement - individual passengers, not groups or factions. I'll address them after I shower and we have breakfast together."

Albedo's golden eyes sharpen with professional interest. "The Symphony, Mariner, and Grandeur. Shall I draft preliminary terms identical to the Icon's, or would you like variations?"

"I've got similar terms setup in my head, please write them down as I'm making the announcement that way we can identify mistakes I've made after. We'll adjust specifics after I've made the general announcement."

Nami is already sitting up, her orange hair wild, her eyes bright with the prospect of commanding her ship. "I'll take C.C. to the Stallion. We can relay to all three captains simultaneously."

"Good. Go."

They extract themselves from the pile with efficiency. Albedo collects her tablet - the governance complaint notes hidden beneath operational documents - and follows Nami toward the door.

You turn your attention to the women still holding you captive. Hinata is still mounted on you, her breasts against your ribs, cheek pressed against your shoulder. Roxanne has your right arm between her breasts, her tail curled possessively around your leg. Kurumi has your left hand pinned between her thighs, her maid skirt bunched, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Please," you say, groaning theatrically. "I promise we'll have plenty of time. Can I please be released from your heavenly restraint to bring our adorable angel Asia to the showers?"

Hinata's lavender eyes soften. "Goshujin-sama is very persuasive when he wants to be."

"He called Asia an angel," Kurumi observes. "Should we be offended?"

Roxanne's tail wags. "He called us heavenly."

You kiss Hinata first - slow, deep, your tongue sliding against hers until she sighs. Then Roxanne, returning with pleasure as your mouth claims hers. Then Kurumi, who bites your lower lip before releasing you with a satisfied purr.

They let go.

Asia is waiting by the bed, her modified habit miniskirt already loosened, her warm brown eyes bright with anticipation. Liza stands beside her, scaled forearms crossed, her tail swishing in slow arcs behind her.

You take both their hands and lead them through the Mansion toward the bathroom.