Chapter 100: No Matter the Order

Chapter 100: 100: No Matter the Order

When I opened my eyes, Rhea happened to be getting dressed.

"...What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. You’re pretty first thing in the morning."

"...What?"

She flinched in genuine surprise.

"Don’t say things like that. It’s creepy."

"Now I can’t even talk?"

"Just don’t say that..."

I only said it because she really was pretty. Harsh.

"Your nipples are showing."

"Ah!"

Startled, Rhea hurriedly adjusted her clothes.

I should probably get up too.

"Hm?"

Once I sat up, something felt strange.

We had fallen asleep with the room wrecked by condoms and everything else.

Now it was unexpectedly clean.

"...I tidied up. It was disgusting."

"Ah, you did?"

"I cleared the desk and picked up the things on the floor."

That explained why the clothes I had dropped were gone.

"Try living more cleanly. Living alone doesn’t mean you can leave everything everywhere. Don’t try to live as a human pig."

"My place is clean enough—"

"It’s not."

Rhea was surprisingly strict about this kind of thing.

The blanket was gone from the bed too. I saw it folded neatly at her feet.

"It got filthy, so it needs washing. I was going to use your machine, but it’s too small. Is there a laundromat nearby?"

"There is."

"Wash the blanket there. Choose the bedding cycle. Only put one blanket in each machine, and make the cycle long. That’s better when there’s a lot on it."

"..."

"Why? Is that too difficult? Should I text you the instructions?"

"No. You sounded like my wife."

"What?"

Rhea shook her head rapidly.

"I-it’s only repayment for letting me sleep here. Don’t misunderstand."

"Did I only let you sleep?"

I approached and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"Ah..."

I fondled her breasts and kissed her neck. She could easily have turned away, but quietly allowed the kisses.

"...What answer are you trying to make me give now?"

"There was more than sleep, wasn’t there?"

"Haa..."

Rhea turned her head enough to meet my eyes.

Her eyebrows were much less severe than yesterday.

"...Your dick."

"Hm?"

She hesitated, face reddening.

"Part of it is repayment... for putting your dick in me."

***

"Were you busy this morning, Ed?"

"Hm?"

Manager Selena approached while I sat at my desk pretending to work.

"No. Not particularly."

"...Really?"

"Did something happen?"

"No... You weren’t answering my messages."

"Messages?"

I finally checked my phone.

As she said, the screen showed multiple text and chat notifications.

Manager Selena glanced at it and spoke cautiously.

"...You’re popular, Ed."

"Aren’t half of these from you?"

"...No."

"Really?"

"I only sent ten."

Fine. Not half.

"I also sent... what you told me to."

"What I told you to send?"

"You know... the..."

After checking the people around us, she whispered into my ear.

"P-panties."

Panties?

Ah. The morning underwear report Hana sent every day.

Manager Selena had started yesterday too.

Somehow it had become a morning routine for my other females too.

"...Check it later."

"No. Let’s check now. In person."

"...What?"

"Should we use the restroom today?"

I rose casually. Manager Selena tugged down the hem of her skirt.

She looked around. Everyone seemed occupied with work.

After someone had been fired yesterday, the office atmosphere was unusually cautious.

Once she confirmed no one was watching, Manager Selena quietly took my hand.

"...All right. Let’s go."

Her voice sounded secretly pleased.

***

"...There."

In a corner of the men’s restroom, Manager Selena lifted her skirt and showed me her panties.

"They’re hard to see through the stockings."

"I can’t help that."

"Then the stockings—"

"Don’t tear them."

Her refusal was firm.

She could not walk around the office with torn stockings.

Fair enough.

"Keep holding your skirt up."

"What are you going to do?"

"Check the smell."

"More pervert behavior..."

"You’re the one who came here to have pervert things done to you."

I bent and buried my face beneath her skirt.

Lace panties showed through the sheer stockings.

A wonderful sight first thing in the morning.

"Um... Ed."

"Yes?"

"Is something going on with Rhea?"

"What?"

I jerked my head up in surprise.

"Why are you asking about Rhea?"

"Her eyes looked strange."

"Her eyes?"

"It’s difficult to explain... The way she watched us when we left the office."

When we left?

Ah, at the office.

Rhea had watched Manager Selena and me with an unusual expression.

Apparently Manager Selena had already understood what it meant.

She would find out eventually. There was no point lying.

"She’s the fourth."

"...I knew it."

"Or is she the third?"

If I counted the order of sex alone, she was third.

But if I counted the order in which they became my females, she came after Celeste, which made her fourth.

This was surprisingly difficult. I should ask ChatGPT.

"...Don’t say that to Rhea. You’ll hurt her."

"You sound oddly happy, Manager Selena."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"...You’re imagining it. I’m only worried as her supervisor."

"It sounds more like you’re proud to have been first."

"Not at all. I don’t care about the order."

"Really?"

I stroked her pussy through the pantyhose as I asked.

"Mmh..."

"Be honest."

Manager Selena spread her legs on her own, dampening the fabric while she answered.

"...Actually, I like being first."

"You should’ve said that from the start."

"But even if I was first... It’s only an order."

She pushed her lips out in an adorable pout.

Sulking Manager Selena was too cute.

"No. Manager Selena is the best, no matter the order."

"...Really?"

"Yes. Your breasts are the best."

"Haa... Of course that’s what you meant."

Manager Selena quietly removed her jacket.

A black bra showed through her blouse.

"Are you showing them off because I said I liked them?"

"...Yes."

She was cutest when she was honest.

So I rewarded her by touching them.

"...Mmh?"

Manager Selena’s breasts really were the best.

***

The second part of my morning routine.

Coming inside the CEO.

"Ohhh? Ah...?"

"I’m coming in Celeste’s pussy."

Splurt-Splurtt-Splurrrttttttt!!!

I carried her from behind over the sofa in the CEO’s Office and filled her.

Celeste moved her large hips, milking every last pulse from my cock.

"Haa... Haa..."

"Lift your head. I want to kiss you."

"Yes...?"

After I came, I always kissed Celeste.

We devoured one another’s mouths and savored the lingering pleasure while I remained inside her.

Celeste slowly rolled her hips to feel the last twitches of my cock.

Only after a long kiss did I finally pull out.

As Celeste straightened her clothes, someone knocked.

"Um... Are you finished?"

"Come in, Hana."

The office belonged to Celeste, but I answered.

The door flew open almost before I finished speaking.

Hana entered in a business suit suited to a secretary. She must have arranged it quickly.

"Master...?"

"Perfect timing. We need some cleaning."

"Cleaning?"

"This."

I pointed at my semen-smeared cock. Hana approached with a delighted expression.

"Yes, Master...?"

Without hesitation, she knelt before the sofa and took me into her mouth.

Celeste, who had been watching, spoke in a slightly sulky voice.

"This isn’t why I hired a secretary..."

"What’s wrong with it? Cleaning is part of a secretary’s work."

"I did think cleaning was my duty."

Apparently she wanted to suck me too.

"There’s still some left. Come help her."

"...May I?"

"Of course."

I spread my legs farther and tapped Hana.

"Make room."

"Yes!"

Fortunately, she did not object and shifted over.

Now fully dressed, Celeste knelt before me again.

"Then, Master...?"

"We’ll begin cleaning your cock?"

The two females extended their tongues and licked me together.

Having both the secretary and CEO kneeling side by side to clean my cock in the morning felt incredible.

Their mouths and tongues moved around me in turns.

While they cleaned, I photographed the scene with my phone.

Click. Click.

"Mmh, Master...?"

"Wouldn’t it be better... if we covered our eyes with our hands?"

"That’s a good idea."

With my permission, both females covered their eyes with their palms.

Their mouths continued serving my cock.

The pose was even hotter with their eyes hidden.

I took several more photographs.

How would Barry react if I sent them to him?

I decided to try it later.

As they continued cleaning my cock, I opened the MonsterCam Guy account for the first time in a while.

"Hm?"

One line in my direct messages was impossible to ignore.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Would you be willing to meet my wife?

╰─

There was no reason I would refuse. Right?