Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

Meanwhile, a few hours earlier at the Raevender estate.

Sometimes I think of things I have done that I have greatly regretted in the end. Wonderful things that I would like to continue and should not miss, but that left me in sorrow once I realized their value.

There were things I regretted that I cannot take back anymore and things that I want to take back no matter what. Things that I would love to experience again.

And one of those regrets has been recovered a while ago.

“Where do you think you are looking for, Raphael?”

“N-nothing in particular.” A cold voice runs chills down my spine. “My eyes are always set on you, Sophia.”

“You are really good at lying.”

She smilingly remarked when I peeled my gaze off landforms that are statically larger than hers. Sophia is innocently smiling on the outside, but she is definitely mad inside.

“Well, well. It’s been a year since Raphael joined us. He really grown up.”

“It reminds me, Raphael actually joined us only twice in the whole duration of five years.”

“That’s right.” Mother stood. “Raphael must atone for all the time we spent without him.”

Mother approaches me and sits on my left. Mom followed her and placed herself on my right. They are flanking me on both sides.

“Do you have any shame? I am literally holding Sophia in front of me.”

“It’s okay. We are family after all.”

Right now, my two mothers, Sophia and I, are currently in our family’s private bath, taking a hot bath before sleep. Basically, we are all fully naked and dipped in lukewarm water.

By the way, this is my first time seeing Sophia’s birthday suit with my own eyes.

That’s right. I deeply regretted the decision that I made before, and now I have swallowed the words that I declared before and disgracefully asked my mothers to let me join them again.

(Though I did this to get physically closer to the women in my life.)

There were reasons why I didn’t want to join them at that time. One of them was my “little” big sister. I don’t want to see her child body! I am not even a lolicon!

“Is there a problem, Raphael?” Sophia, who is sitting and tucked in between my legs, noticed my unnatural silence and turned her head around. “And can you please be more mindful of what you are touching?”

“Ah, I’m sorry.” I apologized, removing my hand from Mom’s thicc thigh.

Sophia already knew I was courting Mom. But it takes process and time to admit the truth.

First, I told her I will be having another woman aside from my aristocratic primary wife, which she later accepted as long as I love her.

Then, I confessed that I already had someone in mind and was currently working to win her affection. Sophia considered it, since I was being honest with her.

When I finally revealed to her that it was Mom, she was distraught and slapped me multiple times before calming down. She must have been shocked that I am committing an illicit relationship with my own mother.

I apologized to her countless times, and she finally forgave me after a few days of pleading. When I thought it was the right time, I confessed again and told her I’d do the same with Mother and Sister.

Since then, Sophia has been on guard when Mom and Mother are around. She has been constantly and consistently checking on me, watching every one of my actions.

She became more aggressive and clingy toward me, brandishing her utmost authority over me. She must have done her best to win against the giants.

I shifted my gaze to the left to find Mother smiling yet seemingly peeved over my actions. Was she mad because I touched her wife or because I didn’t pay much attention to her?

“Aw. Raphael has been more close with his Mom lately. Am I not appealing enough for you anymore?”

“You are always appealing to me, Mother.” To show my love, I wrapped my left arm around her girth, the same way I did for Mom.

Her expressions were illegible and unfathomable, so I cannot be sure whether Mother was bothered by me touching Mom or not. She probably thought it was just a matter of familial intimacy, but I actually do it with malice.

Though she looked cheerful, Mother probably still doesn’t know about us. If she somehow knew, she would have beaten me to a pulp long ago.

I do not know how she would react or what she would do. Throughout my life, I never witnessed a glimpse of her wrath even once; that is what I have been worrying for.

They said that the calmer the person, the more violent they are when provoked. I don’t know why, but Mother must be a case. Or perhaps I was just paranoid and one-sidedly misunderstood her the whole time?

“Ahem.”

Sophia’s exclamation brought me back to my senses, and I realized what I had done again.

“Seems like both your hands are full. I am sorry for not fitting your optimum.” Sophia smiled and said.

I got lost in my thoughts and didn’t realize what I was doing. Before I know it, all my fingers are being buried in something soft. I have been squeezing a badonker of my two mothers since I was out of the world!

(Oh no! I unknowingly groped Mother! And openly molested her wife!)

“…I’m sorry, Sophia. I’m sorry, mothers.”

“It’s fine, Raphael.” Mom told me, with my hand still on her asset. “Right, Mylene?”

“…I do not mind as well.” Mother bashfully averted her gaze. “…Think of it as your reward from me for coming back.”

“Thank you, Mother!”

Having her permission, I didn’t even hold back and fondled them further. I want to abuse this moment and satisfy my desires.

(Wait a minute… Mother is letting me stroke her soft, fondleable flesh? She won’t beat me later, right?)

As I am profusely sweating inside, Sophia suddenly shook her body.

“And, could you please at least try to control your… you know, down there.” Sophia lightly swayed her hip, wearing a red face.

When I look below, I find out my male member has gone beyond control. He is blushingly stiffening up, base-drummingly hitting the back of Sophia’s bare hip.

“…”

My mothers silently stared at my angry biological Sanguine Lotus underwater as Sophia pointed out. I tried swinging it and confirmed their eyes were intently following each of its slashes, with vague hints of timidity on their faces.

Suddenly, the two of them uniformly stood, splashing water off to the floor. Mother and Mom grabbed Sophia by each arm and immediately stormed out of the bath without saying a word.

“…What now?” I asked the waters of the silent room, blankly staring at the palms, which contacted some flesh.

Ding!

As I am condemning myself, a notification rings out in my mind. When I entered my subconscious, a text message popped up on my Messaging app. 𝙚𝙙𝙤𝒗𝒆𝒍．𝒄𝙤𝙢

(Oh! It’s from Uriel! What?)

Uriel explained her situation and asked me to grant her access to a certain Skill, which I approved since it’s beneficial to me. But I gave her reminders not to use it as a sword.

Apparently, she was reportedly kidnapped by the vampire, but she was actually fine. They had noticed the vampire’s stalking and intended her to bite the bait.

I wish Uriel good luck in granting one of my bucket list.

a—?a—?a—?a—?a—?a—?

…I heard it right, yes?” Elise seemed baffled after hearing what Uriel was wishing. “You wanted a kiss from me?”

“That’s right.” Uriel responded with a serious and honest expression.

“Aren’t you a woman as well?”

“I have two girlfriends.”

Hearing that, Elise remembered something from the meeting. Something she initially thought to be something else.

“So those two beautiful women are your lovers?”

“Well, we are lovers of each other.”

“But how about your leader?”

“Michael? Nah, he just started dating a guild staff last week.”

Since they discovered that Nefa, the beastmen receptionist, had been seeing Michael as a romantic interest, Michael has been inviting her to dinner until it officially became a date.

Not long in the future, the clones would betray their main body, Raphael, once more. Michael and Nefa have been planning to exchange flesh tomorrow night.

“So you like women.”

“Yeah. I love women.”

“…You are quite a strange fellow. I never thought I would meet a gynecophile at times like this.”

“Will you grant this wish of mine?”

“…”

“…”

Silence filled the entire dungeon for a while. Elise deeply thought about Uriel’s request and came to a conclusion not long after.

“If it’s just a kiss with a fellow woman, I don’t mind.” Elise closed the gap between their faces. “In fact, you’ll be my first kiss, so you have to be grateful.”

“Really?”

Elise has been living for a very long time, roughly several centuries already. Through her entire life, only a few have ever made an approach toward her, let alone engaged in an intimate relationship.

Yet a mere human has the nerve to ask her for a kiss. Not that Elise was against that motion; she just wanted to give back what she took from Uriel.

“Too bad, you won’t be able to remember a thing since I’ll erase your memory after this.”

“What…?”

With the help of magic or skill, one can erase one’s memories, either temporarily or permanently.

After this, Elise would cast Illusion Magic Level 7: Memory Alteration to eradicate all of Uriel’s memories during the entire abduction. Then throw her in front of the party’s inn in one piece as if nothing happened.

“I have said too much; get yourself ready for the kiss.”

Uriel nodded, and Elise grabbed her chin and leaned herself closer. They closed their eyes, and Elise pressed her red lips against Uriel’s pink.

“Mmm~.”

The two were so passionately osculating each other that they maneuvered their tongues. Loud smooching sounds resonating through the close room as they are in deep.

Uriel is flinching profusely on her chair, savouring each of Elise’s strokes of her tongue. She wanted to touch Elise and embrace her but was stopped by her binds.

It took quite a while before Elise finally withdrew her lips from Uriel’s. A thin line of each other’s saliva drew out upon pulling each other’s lips.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

After their kiss, Elise glanced at Uriel to check on her reaction but only found her different from what she expected. Instead of being in a cloud-nine state, Uriel dropped her head down and slumped.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Elise worriedly asked, bending down her knees and peeking under the shade. She caught a glimpse of Uriel’s face and found her wearing a wide grin.

“Gotcha.”

With just a word from Uriel, the table turned in an unexpected way.