Chapter 93: No Work to Do…

  (Celia’s POV)

  Faith: “Can you not just relax for a while?” She asked with an upset tone.

  Celia: “But…” My words were cut off.

  Faith: “No buts!!! That’s it, if you don’t relax, then you’ll never be able to sleep with me again!” She threatened.

  Celia: “( ’-’ ~)”

  Even though over a month has passed, the third part of the game wasn’t over. Some players would show up here from time to time, but my wives, friends, daughters, would always recruit them before I could.

  Besides my small guild, this rest dimension was empty as can be. As such… I was going to ask Maralia to help smuggle me to other rest dimensions. After all, there are so many other women left for me to save!!!

  But Faith’s threat struck me to the core… Sleeping with her is utter bliss, and I can actually get sleep. Sleeping with my wives is great, but it doesn’t compare to when I sleep with Faith.

  And that is without us doing anything sexual! Imagine how much better sleeping with Faith would be… if I was also sexing her as well. Not that I would, mind you. I am still faithful to my wives.

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  Rather now, I am talking about the far-flung future, where my soul is cleansed, and Midas, Maralia, and Faith are my new wives. If Faith gets to me first… she’ll surely end up as my favorite wife. Ah! I don’t want to pick favorites, though…

  The worst part would easily be losing my ability to sleep with Faith. Regardless of my endless need to get work done, for the first time in my life, someone is actually able to hold something against me, and is also able as well as willingly get me to not do any work, and just relax. The heck!!!

  Faith: “Well? What is your answer?” She asked with an impatient tone.

  Celia: “I… I will relax.” I answered with an oddly submissive tone.

  Faith: “Good girl! Now, go pamper your daughters or something.” She suggested with a dominant tone.

  Celia: “Awa…” I say in awe.

  Faith: “What’s wrong?” She asked with a confused tone.

  Celia: “You being so… dominant, is amazing.” I reply with an embarrassed tone.

  Faith: “(^^) b”

  Celia: “…”

  What’s that expression supposed to mean? Whatever… Since I was looking for work, but found none, and am being forced to relax, I flew back to our estate. So far, this place is nice, but it really doesn’t… accommodate all of our needs.

  Each of my wives, daughters, even I myself, all have our hobbies and needs. Besides sleep and comfort, this estate doesn’t do anything more than those two things. When we get to Home, we’ll have to buy an… extremely big piece of land, and build our dream homes on it.

  Yes, “homes”, with an “s” at the end. We all prefer different architecture for houses, and my wives would very much like to have their own private homes. They do share me, but, in truth, they’d much rather have their own places.

  Thinking a lot of about things that won’t happen until hundreds of years in the future, I made my way to Alisa’s room. Alisa, sweety… please console my hardworking-but-unable-to-work-heart! Mommy is a crazy workaholic, after all…