ocean-life Chapter 146 – Meal with the Men
Chapter 146 – Meal with the Men
Chapter 146 – Meal with the Men
A maid approaches Geta and me, completely disregarding Geta and looking straight at me. The black-and-white uniform looks familiar now.
"If you would come with me, my Lord," the maid says. "I will show you to your seat."
I give the maid a small nod and follow her out of the ballroom and down a small hallway. Another maid opens a door and shows me into a small room that has been transformed into a dining room. A few other men sit around the table—only three of the nine I saw in the ballroom.
"My Lord, you are to sit at the head of the table," the first maid says, pulling out the chair.
I don't respond; I just take the seat and let her try to push me in. She quickly uses a bit of mana to help her out and get me set. I take the silly napkin set it in my lap, and get ready to wait for the food.
I wish my loving wives or Aurora had warned me I would be at the head of the table. I have some actual responsibility now, though I guess I should've been able to think this would happen when I'm married to a princess.
Still something I can complain about.
The few men do wait for me to start a conversation, but I don't have to until the rest are seated, which, based on the small line by the door, will be soon.
And it is. Just a few more minutes and we ten men are sitting down. Five on the right, four on the left, with me at the head in this small room. The doors close with a soft slam and I have to start up a conversation with these snobs somehow.
"It seems I was a late addition to the party," I say. "How long have you all been preparing for it?"
Most likely, they haven't been preparing at all. Why would they need to prepare? They know all these stupid rules from their damn childhood. I was the only one cramming in all the foolish information about the silly games they like to play.
"I think this party has been planned for three months?" one man says. He is a high elf with normal blonde hair and fair skin, though he is closer to pale. Not that I am judging. I was pale until yesterday, really. The sunlight doesn't reach inside the red light district.
Maybe I can judge him? He wasn't a slave in a brothel forced to never see the sun.
Why is he so pale?
"No, it was four months," the man to my right corrects. "Only the Princess and my family were asked to join at that time to pick out a date, and then the rest of the families were invited three months ago."
"Awe, yes, I forgot about that stage," the first says. "We don't plan many parties. They all just love dragging me out to them. This is just the first of three I'm going to this month. It is the grandest, but the travel is tiring."
"Yes, I'm sure it is," the second man says. I think he is human. I don't see a tail or different ears, and the tanned skin all point to a human, but you never know until you get them naked. Brown hair and a small beard don't help, either.
"You were brought into noble society quite suddenly, I believe," the man to my left says. "It was hardly a wedding. Just one day, we heard Princess Elora had a husband, and then through the grapevine, we heard it was a commoner."
"I had nobles as a client before," I say with an awkward grin. "But yes, the shift was still large, and the marriage fast."
"They are always fast for us," yet another says. "I'm Cornelius Haye. It is an honor to be amongst the first to meet you as the husband of Princess Elora. But I think you will find we all had quick, boring marriages. I think our Mothers all get a more special moment with all the gold and jewelry they get for selling us off."
"What do you mean sell-off?" I ask.
"Hmm?" I say, swallowing a bit of the soup. "I was the best girl in the brothel. I would be more than happy to make your wife scream out in bed if she is disappointed with your performance. Maybe fill your house with my kids." Bitch not giving me a name. You could at least introduce yourself like I asked if you want to bring up my past.
"My wives are happy with me in bed," he continues. Focusing more on his meat than the head of the table. "Fighting to have me in them."
"Strange," I dare to say. "I don't think wives should need to fight to have you in them. Why not just take all of them at once?"
"I like to make it special for them. Show them my full attention."
"Just fuck them good enough to put them to sleep and go to the next bitch," I say. The other men are in a mix of shock and laughter. "You should be able to keep three girls busy at least. Then, if you try hard, just ten minutes to get them to fall asleep from too many orgasms. Thirty minutes for nine women. Throw in a few maids, and you have an hour. Now, if you don't want any girl to wait too long, you will have to be efficient with your work. Switching out which girl is where often and bringing them to orgasm quickly. It may be best to limit the girls to five or six if you aren't good with your tongue and you struggle to control your women when they ride you. But really, it would be better to make yourself so good the girls are willing to entertain themselves till you are ready to fuck them. Then, have special nights where they get your full attention. I think you just lack the skills to have more than one girl at a time."
"Like Kambet said, Rilitar Wysawraek," William says. "We shouldn't fight. The only thing Alzi is lacking is a noble background. The tits under that suit show her mana is plentiful, and her background shows her sex skills beat us all. Then you have her married to a princess. So unless we want to start reciting poetry or talking about the Queens of the past, I think Alzi can hold her own."
"Sorry, Alzi," Rilitar says. "It's just annoying knowing our wives are looking to get pregnant by you. They loved to say that if they could just dance with you, they would walk away pregnant. We try a lot, yet it takes months for it to happen, and often that is for a maid to get pregnant."
"Yes, my skill and virility are so high I can't even have sex with my wives," I say, wishing I could pick at my salad. Instead, I carefully cut the damn meat into little cubes to eat.
"What?" is the general reaction to that statement.
"Yes," I say. "I can only get one maid pregnant a month, and I have to wait a few years to get a wife pregnant."
"You control the beds," William says. "That is the one thing men control. You can call any girl to bed except the headwife. They can say no, and if they do it too often, you just start calling her maids to bed. They will almost always come. Then she has to worry about them all being pregnant and struggling to help her. She'll work with you to make you both happy. Why are you being limited? I know you are a slave still, but this is strange."
"Throne," I say. "If I am free to fuck them, I can have the entire house pregnant by the end of the month."
"No, I heard about your numbers, but you can't be that good," Anthony says. "My wives were also talking about trying to have your child. Are you really able to do that?"
"Yes, I can make the ovulate and plant it right in their womb if I want to."
"Shit."
"Hate to curse in the presence of a Princess's man, but I have to agree," Kambet gruffs out. "That family with six pregnant women. Is that you in one night?"
"Yes," I answer. Maybe I shouldn't have talked about my ability. "I got them and more pregnant in a birthday party they booked at the brothel."
"HAHAHA," the high elf lets out. "Well, boys. I think tonight we are looking to keep our wives from getting pregnant! Was a cursed party we found ourselves at."
"Um, I can control myself," I say. "I don't have to get them pregnant. If you all gather your wives up, I can remember them and only dance with other women if you wish. I have a chaperone I can spend the night with."
"For once, these damn doors kept women from getting pregnant!" William laughs out. "I like that. I like that. I know your family wasn't looking to get pregnant anyway, but I think we can all join in on this one. The women without a man can get a chance tonight. Our families are off-limits. How about everyone!"
That got everyone quiet for a bit, a little like the knock on the door. But this had everyone looking into their meal, scared to be the first to speak their mind.