It takes a while for Eleanor to stop crying, and she keeps trying to avert her eyes from his the whole time, annoying enough.

  He guesses she didn’t mean to break down like this?

  “Sorry, but I can’t heal you until we’re done,” he tells her as she maintains her face firmly pressed against her mattress, vehemently hiding her expression from the two of them, “It’s the same for Ena’s mouth, so hang in there, okay?”

  “You think I care for a bit of pain...?” Eleanor murmurs muffledly, before continuing, much louder, as she turns to gre at Ena over her shoulder, “Stop licking my asshole already, you fucking retard! It’s fine!”

  Ena rolls her eyes, but she does straighten herself, pulling away from the nephilim’s ass after having spent the past few minutes with her face in there.

  Seeing as Eleanor immediately cringes visibly without the other girl’s efforts to sooth her pain, Sincir sighs.

  “I swear, you’re such an idiot...”

  However, in spite of the other Eleanor’s gre, Ena smiles apologetic at her. “It’s okay, Sin, she has good reason for being angry at me... It’s clear I don’t do well in stressful situations, and I completely failed my part of the exercise, just now... You even gave us a clue, but I only realized what you wanted us to do once El was already too hurt for it to matter... I’m sorry, Eleanor, for being so useless.”

  Eleanor blinks, frowning in spite of her pained expression. “A clue...? When the fuck did that happen? And what have you realized, exactly?”

  Ena shakes her head, her smile changing to a self-deprecating one. “It’d be awfully convenient if I told you the answer now that my turn is about to come, wouldn’t it? It’s fine if you want to burn me for what happened... Just leave the food over my skin until it cools down.”

  Eleanor grimaces. “Fucking retard... You think I broke down crying because it was fun? You think you’d be able to handle that much pain...? You think I’d want you to?”

  Ena swallows, averting her eyes. “...I’ll manege it, somehow,” she murmurs.

  “The fuck you will! Listen...” Eleanor pauses, averting her gaze, then sighs. “The truth is, I obviously failed my part as well, considering I blew up at you from the beginning, instead of trying to calm you down. And I also failed to notice whatever clue Sincir supposedly gave us...”

  “You were in a lot of pain,” Ena counters, her gaze still averted, “Of course you couldn’t think clearly while having hot food on top of your ass...”

  Eleanor grimaces. “You think that excuse will cut it if a monster manages to cut one of my hands off...? Or if I have one of my legs crushed during a fight? This time, you were the one who realized the answer, but instead of mopping about how te it was, be gd it happened in time, because if you think I’d ever leave that food on top of your skin for more than a second, then you’ve learned nothing about me yet.”

  Her gaze snapping toward the nephilim, Ena’s eyes widen.

  “Whatever...” Eleanor murmurs, shifting her gaze toward him as she does so, “It’s fine if she doesn’t want to tell me; I’ll figure it out soon, or I’ll deserve a burned mouth for my stupidity... I choose her feet. Let’s get it over with.”

  As Eleanor begins to rise, Ena tightens her jaw. “El, I don’t want to keep dragging you down forever... I deserve some pain as well.”

  “No, it’s okay; You can take it slow, pipsqueak... No matter the enemy we face, I’ll save you again, and again, for as long as it takes for you to make true on your promise of surpassing me... You don’t need to fear anything, you don’t need to apologize, and you don’t need to become anything other than who you already are.”

  ...Because I love you just like this; Eleanor might not have said the words, but they hang in the air in between the three of them nonetheless.

  Ena blinks, swallowing as she sustains the other girl’s intense gaze. “I... I-I...”

  Eleanor smiles. “Oh, I got it... Spit, was it? It was a little unlike him to bring up something he said to have already forgiven us for...”

  Ena quickly averts her gaze, her expression crunching up. “Fuck, why do you...? Surpassing you after how pathetic I looked just now? Are you trying to make fun of me?”

  Now on her knees, Eleanor chuckles, approaching the other girl as she leans forward in order to whisper into her ear, “Didn’t I say you don’t need rush it...? That little tongue felt really nice against my ass, so I’d like to keep it there for a while longer... Now turn for me, and put those pretty feet together so that I can eat on top of them.”

  Ena shudders. “You’re just... So fucking impossible...”

  Still, the half-elf does as instructed, the blush on her face obvious as she turns her back to Eleanor, slowly bending over and pressing her feet together while curling her toes a little... If the look on her face is anything to go by, Ena is uncomfortable with having the two of them staring at her so intently.

  Meeting his gaze, she grimaces. “What are you waiting for? Does this position look comfortable to you, by any chance?”

  Sincir smiles. “No, but it does look hot...”

  Ena’s blush intensifies. “Just start, already!”

  Chuckling, he finally heats the pte again so they can start their py... Though it might not make much of a difference, now that the two of them have figured out the answer.

  And sure enough, as soon as he drops a steaming spoon of food over Ena’s feet, causing her to flinch, Eleanor immediately leans down and drops as much of her spit over it as she can, looking slightly disgusted while doing it.

  Ena tightens her jaw. “F-fuck, it still hurts quite a bit, but it’s manageable...”

  “Gd for you...” Eleanor murmurs drily, “Unfortunately, spitting over my lunch to make it cold does not make it any more desirable as a meal.”

  Ena snorts. “Sin also came on top of it, and it’s on my-”

  “Thank you, Ena, for the reminder,” Eleanor interrupts, “But I’m having enough trouble to eat it as it is.”

  “...Sorry.”

  “Shut up.”

  Sighing, Eleanor finally leans down to eat, though she has a grimace on her face the whole time....

  She’s more squeamish than Sincir expected, for all of her usual bravado. Still, for her credit, she doesn’t drop anything, and she doesn’t seem as though she is close to throwing up, in spite of her obvious reticence.

  Might as well get it over with, since they’ve more or less beaten the game at this point.

  Shaking his head sadly, Sincir drops a second spoon over Ena’s feet once Eleanor is done swallowing, and then a third one once she eats again, followed by a fourth one...

  “W-wait, Sin, these are actually starting to hurt...!” Ena murmurs through clenched teeth, her legs shaking slightly as she throws him a pained look over her shoulder, “El, can’t you drop more spit over them...?!”

  “I’m doing be best I can!” Eleanor retorts, gring at her, “Producing spit at will is not exactly my area of expertise!”

  “You managed fine enough st night...!”

  “We were taking turn- Fuck, don’t just keep putting them there, you fucking retard!”

  “El!”

  Eleanor hurries to spit over the food, but the damage is already done, and Sincir releases a chuckle as he watches Ena squirming, and her toes curling as she finally causes some of the food to drop.

  Eleanor curses, fear fshing through her eyes as she turns to meet his gaze. “Just don’t...! Don’t touch my ass! I’m actually...!”

  “...Begging?” he completes once her voice dies out.

  She grimaces. “I wouldn’t go that far... But... Please?”

  Sincir snorts. “Okay, I get it... Come here.”

  Eleanor does so, hesitantly crawling on her knees to approach him... Watching her reticence, and naked body, he smiles teasingly at her.

  “You choose something, Ena,” he murmurs while sustaining Eleanor’s gaze, “Keep it in mind, if it’s not good enough, I’ll have to take a look at her ass again.”

  “F-fuck! Okay, well... Spit in her mouth? For some petty revenge over yesterday...? This shit is starting to seriously burn, so hurry the fuck up!” Ena groans.

  Seeing from his expression that Ena fucked it up, Eleanor makes a face. “Fucking hell, Sincir...”

  He smiles at her. “I’ll be gently, promise.”

  Tightening her jaw, Eleanor turns her back to him, leaning forward and raising her ass as she does so... Spreading her ass cheeks with his free hand, Sincir takes a good look at her reddened skin and puckered hole, enjoying her obvious fear as she trembles slightly under his touch...

  However, being mindful of Ena, he decides not to dwell more than this on Eleanor’s punishment, merely spping her ass once (away from the burned skin), before telling her to go back to eating.

  The nephilim looks relieved, seeming to have forgotten her previous disgust as she leans down to quickly scoop the food off of Ena’s squirming feet.

  “S-Sin!” Ena screams once he immediately pours another spoon of food over her slightly reddened soles.

  “Only a couple of spoons left,” he tells her, “Might as well get it over with fast...”

  “You say that because you’re bored, now that we’re doing well!”

  “...Maybe,” Sincir admits, smiling at Ena as he prepares the next spoon...

  By the time they’re finally done, both girls are panting slightly, sweaty, and with pained expressions on their faces.

  Sincir stares at the empty pte in his hands, then toward their faces as they grimace at him.

  “...Good job, soldiers. All in all, I’d say it was a worthy trade to have our day of training ruined, so you could work on your comradery... I hope you won’t forget the lessons you’ve learned today.”

  Ena and Eleanor exchange a gnce.

  “Yeah... Much better to work together, then against each other,” Ena murmurs, her expression darkening.

  Eleanor nods. “I’m see the advantage of our little concve now... He really will just do whatever he wants, if left to his own devices...”

  Sincir groans. “Can you not...? I need to heal you, and we won’t have time for that bath if-”

  But they’re already rising, with Ena turning toward Eleanor so the nephilim can use her mouth to untie her hands...

  Seeing that they’re gring at him even as they untie each other, Sincir sighs, pcing the pte down and rising from Eleanor’s bed as he begins to back away from them.

  “Okay, I admit I might’ve taken things a little too far-”

  “No magic,” Ena interrupts, “And no leaving the room... El, can you heal us?”

  “Already on it.”

  Sincir grimaces. Fucking ungrateful brats... As usual, no good action remains unpunished in this universe.

  They want to double-team him? So be it.

  Seeing his expression, Eleanor chuckles, now freed and healed as she rises, cracking her neck. “You really think you can take us both if we work together, in a such a small space, with no magic and no weapons, little demon?”

  “Don’t underestimate him...” Ena warns.

  Eleanor snorts. “I’m not... But we’re both stronger and faster than him, not to say bigger. It’d be the embarrassment of the century if we still lost, while working together.”

  Sincir smiles at them. “I assume we aren’t punching...? Which makes this a naked wrestle, huh. Make sure you don’t sprain something, slowpokes.”

  Eleanor is the first to charge at him, nearly grazing his skin as he rolls away from her and has so she crashes against the room’s door instead, loud enough to make it clear she is not holding back.

  Ena is already on top of him as he tries to rise; Barely dodging a grab attempt from her, he pushes her back, having so she loses bance and steps in Eleanor’s way.

  “Fucking- Sorry, El!”

  “Forget it; Just focus on catching him... I’ll circle to his left.”

  Sincir ughs.

  He doubts he’ll be able to evade them for long, but he won’t go down without a fight...

  This time, they charge at him together, with more care than earlier, and Sincir only has a brief second to consider his options before choosing to jump back, step over the bed, and kick a pillow toward Ena, who curses as she sps it aside.

  “Hey, that’s cheating!”

  “You said nothing about the furniture!”

  His quick thinking (which definitely did not count as cheating) is enough to allow him to dodge Eleanor again, although barely, and slip by them a second time...

  Little order follows from thereon. The girls chase him around the room, uncaring for the mess they’re causing, and he does his best to elude them using the furniture, but without doing anything dangerous...

  And he might’ve been able to stall for a while more, if not for Eleanor finally losing her patience once he throws a bnket over Ena, grabs her in an armlock, then hides himself from the nephilim behind her, using the half-elf as a shield...

  Except, Eleanor simply tackles Ena as well as him this time, sending the three of them down.

  “Oh, c’mon! Hurting your ally to capture the enemy is obviously a fault!” he groans from beneath the two of them, “Not to say that I could’ve broken something right there!”

  “I got him!” Ena screams, having griped his arm through their wrestling in spite of the bnket still covering her face, “Good job, El!”

  “Hold onto him for your life, pipsqueak...! After the mess he has made of my room, he isn’t getting off without a good spanking!”

  “Hey, you two idiots did about half of that!”

  Damn it, they aren’t listening... How does he always find himself in these situations, anyway?

  It takes a little while, but the girls do manage to untangle themselves from him without allowing him to escape again... Once they’re done, and he gives up on struggling, Ena has a hold hold of both his arms, sitting behind him, while Eleanor stares down at the two of them with a grin on her face, seeming not to care about the mess her hair has become during their scuffle.

  “...You’re both idiots,” he tells them bluntly.

  “Well, well, if it isn’t an enemy spy we’ve found at our camp...” Eleanor murmurs, ignoring his comment as she smiles at him menacingly, blue eyes gleaming dangerously, “What do you say we do with this one, fellow soldier?”

  ...Fellow soldier? Are they continuing their py from earlier...?

  “We need to extract from him what he has learned so far, of course...” Ena adds, before whispering into his, “By any means necessary.”

  Sincir shudders. “Okay, look, calling me a spy might be a bit of a stretch... I was curious, and I didn’t think it’d be such a big deal-”

  “To slip past the guards, in the middle of the night, and invade our tent? We caught you skimming through our documents, kid.”

  Sincir grimaces. “Not a kid, first off, and second-”

  Crouching, Eleanor grabs his jaw, squeezing his cheeks and interrupting his sentence as she stares into his eyes... Then, she slowly leans forward, locking her mouth against his.

  ...The gentle kiss not being exactly what he was expecting, Sincir is still a little shocked by the time Eleanor’s tongue enters his mouth, forcibly exploring it as she grabs his half hard member and begins to jerk it...

  Behind him, Ena ughs. “Easy there, girl; We still need those answers from him...”

  “He’ll speak soon,” Eleanor groans softly through their kiss, “Once I’m done with him, he’ll beg for a chance to confess his crimes...”

  Ena ughs again, her breathing sending shivers down his spine as she approaches her mouth from his ear for pyful bite... Stuck in between their two warm, naked bodies, and having realized they’re about to py nice for once, Sincir releases a small breath of relief, rexing his body.

  Eleanor chuckles, pyfully biting his lower lip, and he shudders.

  “Giving in already...?” she whispers against his mouth.

  “Never... You’ll have to do a lot worse to have me confess my s-sins...!”

  Using her hand to grab one of his nipples, Ena hums next his ear, gently licking the outside of it. “Is that a challenge...?” she murmurs softly.

  Once Eleanor squeezes his member, increasing the speed of her jerking, Sincir arches his back slightly... At this point, he is actually hurting slightly from how many times he has done it already, but Ena’s hard nipples are pressed against his back, rubbing it, and Eleanor is kissing him like she is trying to fuck his mouth with her tongue...

  Sincir groans, and the two of them ugh as Eleanor finally pulls away from him, rising.

  “Hang in there, Mr. Spy, or you’ll make it too boring for us...” Ena murmurs, twisting his nipple as she does so.

  Now standing above him, Eleanor smiles. “Hold his legs open for me,” she tells Ena while still sustaining his gaze.

  The half-elf’s hands are busy holding him down, but that doesn’t stop her from using her legs to hook his knees and spread them open as the nephilim slowly steps over his hard member, gently beginning to rub it with her sole while grinning at him.

  “First question: How many girls are you currently seeing?” Eleanor asks.

  Even as he shudders slightly in virtue of the pain and pleasure of having his cock stepped on, Sincir grimaces at her. “I didn’t exactly bother on c-counting...”

  Eleanor widens her smile. “Wrong answer... Ena.”

  Ena chuckles, and this time, she twists his nipple hard enough to have him intake a sharp breath of air.

  “Fuck! Okay, fine...! S-six, if you count Rez and Mary...!”

  “Six... Less than I thought,” Eleanor murmurs, before shaking her head as she increases the speed of her her foot, now pressing it against his member even harder, “Second question: Are you pnning on seeing new women still? And if so, how often?”

  “N-no, I’m not...! After Ena, I realized you idiots were more than enough trouble already...!”

  “Faster? Or slower?” Eleanor asks, having seen the pain on his face.

  “S-slower!”

  She nods, slowing down her rubbing to a gentle pace once more, and he releases a soft moan over the change in stimution...

  “Third question: Did you fuck Rez?” Ena asks, gently biting his neck as she continues, now in a whisper, “And the name of the st one... Sira, was it? Are you pnning on having the other three join the harem?”

  “I-in the ass...! A-as for having them join, I d-don’t know...!”

  Fuck, they’re not making it easy for him to think... Rez is already living with them, and she is pretty much a part of the family at this point... Sira would love nothing more than leave her farm, but she wouldn’t have much to do here, even if he brought her to the city... And he never had a chance to ask Mary if she had made a decision about them or not after their date, because of what happened with Eleanor...

  “In that case, I want me or El to have a chance to talk to them before you make a decision,” Ena says, “No more bringing girls to the house as a surprise to us.”

  Eleanor stops moving her foot. “Well?”

  He gres at the two of them. “This is far from fair, and I wouldn’t have made a serious demand from you two idiots while holding a orgasm over you... But fine, I can agree to that.”

  Beginning to move her foot once more, his nephilim smiles. “Think of it as payback for some of the bullshit you’ve put us through... And besides, you’d also be miserable if the harem girls are constantly fighting, so this is for your own good as well as ours.”

  True enough, he supposes... No, wait, when did he accept there to be a harem?!

  “Fine... But can you stop calling it a fucking harem already?! I’ve never had one before, and I’m not about to start now...! You’re allowed to see other guys yourselves, aren’t you?!”

  Ena and Eleanor exchange a look.

  “Sorry, Sin... I don’t think that’s gonna happen; Six girls is a harem, even if they’re allowed to see other guys as well,” Ena retorts.

  Groaning as Eleanor begins to increase the speed of her foot once more, he grimaces. “It’s not six girls yet...!”

  “You’re in denial,” Eleanor interjects, “Stop being a bitch and accept responsibility for being a pyboy...”

  “Shut up! Is casual sex not a concept in this fucking city?!”

  “It’s your fault for making them want more, idiot...” Ena adds, pulling his head back and locking her lips over his as she does so...

  “Now accept your fate and cum for my foot like a good boy,” Eleanor adds.

  Damn it all... All he wanted were a couple of fuckbuddies, then Esme bckmailed him into making her a girlfriend... And now he has a stupid harem...?

  How the fuck did that even...?

  Sincir cums, moaning softly against Ena’s mouth as Eleanor ughs softly above the two of them...

  Stupid idiots...

  He is stuck with them now, isn’t he?