I watch the hot gilf leave, satisfied with the results. She doesn't seem to be a shriveled Grinch or a queen of eternal winter, so I feel like it's possible for our relationship to grow more intimate in the future.

I like strong women, and her mean and stern behavior doesn't put me off, though it does have the undesired effect of feeding the weed of submissiveness within me, so I guess I'll have to abuse the girls a bit to polish up my throne as the apex sexual predator.

As I open my "Notes" to add "Research the undead" to my "to-do list," I discover an entry that I don't remember adding.

"Get rice from Dyrmorder."

What…? Was I high on Eia when I wrote this…?

The girls don't remember me adding it either, so I just file it for investigation later, then I leave for yet another business meeting.

 

I link arms with my foxy personal battery, then we go down to the main hall of the castle, where a small social gathering is taking place.

Again, the moment I walk in, everyone bows to me, with the knights all taking a knee. Though I still find it a bit awkward, I'm starting to get used to this sort of respect.

"At ease," I smoothly order using my outside voice, and the chatter continues again.

Gathered here are any civilian Chimera with knowledge about Alteration, enchanting, gem refining, or ship-building, and also the Chimera officers of my fleet, Oritiki, a few Celestial Horns, a few scholars from the temple, all of the girls that I love, and the High Officers.

For now, the wind tunnel is something we want to keep hidden, so we aren't showing it to the other commoners or nobles since the Chimeras owe us a lot, ensuring that we'll get some level of secrecy and discretion from them. The temple scholars aren't greedy, so it's unlikely that they'll try to sell this idea, but the biggest advantage they bring is that they have the baseline knowledge of Metrology, Materials Science, and Engineering that we need, which would make it possible for us to jump-start this venture if they agree to participate.

There are snacks, sweets, and our traditional Eia extract on tables near the walls, which is where most of the chatter is taking place. At the center, suspended up in the air, is the large green gem that Hihiriwa extracted from a Drifting Island and two smaller blue gems that Vanea sent to us. Below the gems is the wind tunnel prototype, a three-meter wide tunnel of smooth wood with a basketball-sized [Breeze] gem on one end and a dozen pulleys throughout set up with ropes attached to weights on the outside to measure the air resistance.

I personally greet the few Chimera nobles among our guests, who, fortunately, seem quite comfortable talking to the commoners due to Chimera aristocracy being more varied in professions than Avgin.

"Wolf, Alissa, please call on us the next time you go into battle. We're technically part of your Lordsguard, too," Oritiki amicably requests.

I quickly glance at her delicious black cow tits, observing how they've been decorated with jewels, which is considered as "social attire" for the Chimeras, then I smile and reply, "Well, I wanted to leave you to your training since being able to use your 'battle bodies' would make you basically invincible to normal attacks."

She bunches up her dark tits enticingly with her thick arms, and I have an inkling that she's doing it deliberately. "Some real action once in a while will be good to help us keep our skills from getting rusty."

I nod and affirm, "If that's what you wish. We can go back to that 'Stinky Goblins' dungeon and finish conquering it, or there's the request for adventurers in Gnomeria that we wish to answer, but neither location will have enough space to really let the Celestial Horns fly."

Oritiki smiles awkwardly and scratches her long cow head. "That dungeon may have a horrible name, but it's the one with that crystalline infection that we visited together, correct?"

Alissa answers for me, "Yes, it is. Those crystalline monsters must be a theme switch, though its main focus still seems to be related to 'disease.'"

Oritiki shrugs casually. "That dungeon has some room for us to fly around, and we never get sick, thanks to our armor, so we should do fine there."

"Alright, our team will be the Horns and my wives," I agree to bring them with a soft tone.

She grins excitedly as her cow ears twitch. "Just like the fortress mission in the dungeon."

I gently smile back and Alissa remarks, "Except, this time, we'll have to cut down everything in our path."

Oritiki shifts on her lizard feet and deliberately makes a loud noise with her heavy steps. "I was never much for sneaking, anyway. Not when I'm like a star against the dark sky thanks to my shining armor," she jokes with a smirk.

And I mirror her expression as I follow up, "Still, you could say that it's a successful infiltration if there's nobody left alive to raise the alarm."

We chuckle softly, and the topic dies down, so we eat a snack as we look around. Lina is talking to Paraaone, who's wearing a loose loincloth that although it can't be considered proper underwear, it at least prevents Lina's line of sight from accidentally falling upon his log, which none of us wish to happen.

Aoi is, surprisingly, also talking with other people, a few artisan Chimeras and Istante, our quartermaster. My little blue dragon is slowly becoming more sociable due to her growing humanity and desire to learn.

They grow so fast… seriously, her growth's amazing.

Oritiki's expression suddenly becomes neutral, and she hums softly in thought, so I just wait for her to quietly voice her question. "But Wolf, do you think it's wise to favor the Chimeras so much? I hardly hear about you interacting with the other nobles."

I shrug and honestly answer, "Until very recently, we hadn't had that much time to play the social games, so we postponed it. Osaria is also compiling profiles of the ones that try to get closer to us, so we won't be completely blind in our first interactions with them."

She tilts her head in confusion. "Isn't Yulania the daughter of the previous Lord…?"

I nod and smile tiredly as my wagging tail slows down from faint weariness. "They're acting differently since I'm not an elf. Case in point: even the other Lords are still behaving rather defiantly."

Oritiki raises her eyebrows in surprise and nods. "Oh, I understand…"

"We're still at the beginning of our rule, so we have time to appease anyone who gets offended by our supposed 'neglect,'" Alissa calmly explains.

"Now you're talking like a noble," Oritiki comments with a wry smile and takes a sip of diluted Eia. The spirits seem to be very sensitive to Eia, so they dilute it to prevent them from getting "drunk" too fast.

 

After a bit of stalling, the guests reach an optimal level of enjoyment and casual chatter, so we decide that it's time for the main course.

Poosh rings a bell, which signals a maid to grow a dais for me under the white velvet carpet in front of the wind tunnel testbed, then the hall goes silent as they all turn to me and wait for me to begin.

The acoustics here are good enough that I only need to use my outside voice, so I immediately start my speech with the class-neutral greeting, "Gentlemen and gentlewomen, I've called you all here for a business proposal. As you should already know, we have a small fleet of Chimeric ships at our disposal, but unfortunately, they don't fit with our current military doctrine, so, instead of simply recreating Chimeric ship-building infrastructure, we want to build a research institute and improve upon the Chimeric design."

I pull out a piece of fine paper and fold it just as I used to when I was a child, then I point it forward and gently throw the airplane.

As we all watch the plane slowly come down just a few meters away from me, I continue the speech, "Current Chimeric airplanes or ships are too reliant on [Fly], creating a situation where too much mana is expended to reduce drag and improve control so that the plane can actually fly, but I believe we can improve a plane's characteristics by advancing our scientific knowledge. That is, by studying aerodynamics."

I pull out another piece of paper and again fold it into a paper airplane, then I throw it, but this time, I pulse [Telekinesis] on it as I snap my finger, giving it propulsion.

The plane continues past where the first one landed, and with just a bit of finesse, I can make it turn by changing the location that I apply the propulsion. The crowd immediately catches on and starts to murmur excitedly, but since I'm not done yet, they quickly reign in their chatter and focus back on me.

"Compare applying [Telekinesis] in this way to applying [Fly] to the whole paper airplane and you'll quickly notice how much more mana-efficient my method is. Though it lacks some of the versatility of [Fly] airplanes, that weakness can be mitigated by simply limiting which scenarios such airplanes will operate within.

"Besides, there might still be room in the control gem for a simple [Fly] to save the airplane in case of an emergency."

Almaria hands me a small glider made of wood, which the mages prepared according to my designs, and I show the elevator at the tail of the plane. It can be angled up and down by a string, which is connected to a small wheel that makes for an easy target for my [Telekinesis].

I hold the glider in the air with [Telekinesis] as I explain, "This glider is slower than that paper airplane, but it's far easier to control and has a better conversion of propulsion to distance traveled, so you can see how the shape of the plane easily alters its purpose."

I glance at Kaatohe, and it makes me quite happy to see that I have her full attention, her vertical feline pupils fully focused on taking in the demonstration as she stares intensely at the glider.

Then I grab the glider again and throw it. This time, I control it with a lot more ease than the paper airplanes. Though this glider doesn't have ailerons to control the roll, it's still possible to give it some yaw by applying the propulsion on the wings instead of the body.

After having it do a loop, I bring the glider back and land it on Almaria's hand, earning myself a short round of applause.

I turn to the crowd again and announce, "With the shape of the plane being so important for the flight characteristics, I've come up with a tool for researchers to more easily test prototype airplanes in search of the most efficient shape."

I walk up to the end of the tunnel that holds the gem, and the crowd follows me, then I signal the court mages and let them work on their baby themselves.

They strap a miniature Wasp airplane to a rod in the center of the tunnel, then they activate the [Breeze] gem, and the rod moves back slightly with the drag, lifting weights that move along some scales on the outside.

"As you can see, this is 'drag,' the resistance of the air to any motion of objects moving through it. Just like when you use your hand to displace water, there's a big difference between using the flat side or the thinner side. This is fluid dynamics, and the air is also a fluid, just far thinner."

The crowd reacts with a few "ooh~…"s as they finally grasp my intentions.

I give a signal to the court mages, and they quickly replace the miniature Wasp with a missile, then they reactivate the wind tunnel, and the weights move a fair bit less along the scale than with the Wasp. This time, the Chimeric shipwrights have the strongest reactions as they should have some basic knowledge of aerodynamics to understand the difference between the two models.

Then I stop the test and continue, "We shall build more wind tunnel testbeds with varying sizes so that we can test full-scale airplanes for military, civilian, and recreational purposes. It'll be a direct competition with Faium, but instead of focusing on magical prowess, the advantage of our airplanes and ships will be their engineering."

Then Almaria hands me the second prototype, a little car.

I grin as I display my little baby to them. It has a crude Ackermann steering system that's exposed on the top of it, making it easy for me to control it with [Telekinesis].

"But we'll also develop something more."

I put the car down and give it some propulsion, then I steer it through the crowd, receiving another round of impressed cooing.

Poosh pulls out a vertical board with a stand. "For those interested in participating, these are the open positions," she announces and gestures at the board.

The Ryder Royal Research Institute will start with only a Vehicle Research Division, which is split into the teams of Land Vehicles, Light Airplanes, Transport Airplanes, Aerial Weapons Platforms, and Carriers.

To secure funding, Light Airplanes and Transport Airplanes will be given priority so that we can build a prototype to sell to the empire. Later on, we'll also establish a Gun Research Division, specific science divisions, and a formal Academy to train engineers.

The Aristocracy gets to pick first, and they're already used to being managers, so they'll get the higher positions. The commoners all go for the worker jobs, predictably, and we fill up both priority teams, though we'll have to properly interview the candidates for the management positions.

The teams are small, so there aren't enough management positions for all the Aristocrats, which will make it a bit annoying to have to choose one without at least slightly offending the others, but luckily for us, we have the Officers to help us make the selections.

Oh, no, I've become an office boss, throwing his problems at his underlings to solve… but just this once won't hurt, right?

Kaatohe enlists as a test pilot, and from among all our pilots, I honestly think there's nobody better for the job.

While the Officers interview the Aristocrats in private rooms, we begin instructing the workers about what we want from them.

The focus is on speed. We want the fastest airplane possible as a prototype, then we'll start cutting down on its cost until it reaches a more reasonable budget for mass production.

For now, there's no specific need for combat airplanes, but the Light Airplanes team should at least keep in mind that the airplane needs to be able to fit a weapon somewhere. The Trinity Cannons are also likely to go through a re-development, so we can't give them anything concrete, but I believe their overall shape will remain about the same. Unfortunately, Roxanne's research isn't far enough along to know whether or not her Draconic Climax will be useful for air-dropped bombs and the like.

 

As the sun starts to set, the interviews are finished, but we won't reach a final decision on the positions right now, so the gathering ends, and the guests start to leave.

Kaatohe sticks around, and I immediately go over to give her some attention.

"Training has been a bit boring. Hopefully, the first prototype will be ready soon," she casually comments.

I hug her waist and feel her bronze nakedness press against my thin clothes. "That's just asking for it to break apart the first time it takes flight," I warn her concernedly.

She pats my head gently. "I can cast [Fly], even in spirit form, so I'll be fine," she assures me.

I pout and stare into her eyes, then I surprise her with a peck on her cat snout. "Don't go doing anything reckless, okay?"

She scoffs and looks away as she smiles, revealing her fangs. "I've gained a new set of parents, it seems, but I understand, I won't worry your Highness."

Alissa smoothly chimes in, "We do care for you, and not in a parental way."

That sobers her up a little bit, and she nods with a meaningful look.

Then Hana appears on her other side and grabs her hand, interlacing their fingers together. "We're very fond of our little kitten," she teases with a grin.

Kaatohe rolls her eyes and grumbles, "Oh, you peasan-… well, you're not peasants, but you still act like it."

I raise an eyebrow and cheekily ask, "Oh? So you want us to be lofty and domineering?"

"I'm pretty sure that's what makes her get weak in the legs, yes," Hana immediately affirms without letting Kaatohe reply.

I grin and sink my claws into her round, bronze ass. "Then bend over, because I'm going to give you what you're craving for," I huskily order.

Hana forces Kaatohe to lean over the table with one hand while her other penetrates her now slightly wet pussy, then she whispers into the leopard woman's ear, "I knew it. You're too proud to admit that you're a submissive slut, but it doesn't matter, we'll just use you like a sex toy, anyway."

Kaatohe simply purrs softly and remains stiff, eagerly anticipating what comes next.

Since I recently leveled [Oral Technique], I might as well put the new skill level to use.

I release Alissa, kneel behind Kaatohe, and spread her ass cheeks, revealing her two dark, little holes, then I unleash my draconic tongue upon them.

 

Intermission – Alissa

 

The last few guests watch excitedly as their Lord and King begins another display of his sexual prowess and masculine virility.

His famous magic dick is still hidden from sight, but his entire body is magical, so his every touch can cause mind-numbing pleasure.

The way Kaatohe's alluring legs quiver from his touch makes me proud. He has a gift for pleasing women, and though it's not God-given, it's truly too wonderful to keep it all to ourselves. Though, there were no virtuous thoughts going through our minds when we first unchained him.

I stare at his tongue entering and leaving her cunt, then her brown asshole, and the sight of it makes my lower lips get warm. I savor her taste through our connection, and now my legs are the ones that quiver.

I don't like women, but I do enjoy bending over and being forced to lick Hana's pussy, or being molested by Roxanne and Ciel, or servicing Yunia, or just being forced by Wolfy to satisfy the depraved needs of others. It's this role of submissiveness that makes me aroused. Acting as nothing more than a slave for my husband to have fun with is what I live for.

I just really fucking love being dominated.

I imagine Kaatohe playing with me while Wolfy watches us. I imagine her tongue penetrating my holes, tainting them with her saliva, then she kisses me as her fingers stretch my pussy lips, forcing me to feel pleasure from someone I feel no attraction for, yet it only makes Wolfy more aroused to see two women having sex.

Am I really still heterosexual if I enjoy other women so much…?

Even if it's a lie, I'll still consider myself to be that way because it just makes the depravity that much spicier.

Wolfy glances at me, preventing me from touching myself as I fantasize, then he gets up and pulls his cock out as he grins like a villain about to commit a crime.

He hugs the tired Kaatohe from behind and rubs his thick meat rod against her wet lips, making her purr loudly in desire. Though his expression is evil, the way he moves and caresses her is still so sweet and gentle.

It's this other side of him that comforts us all. For as much as we're addicted to the mind-shattering orgasms or having the shameful, depraved desires within us being satisfied, we all need the rest and comfort that Wolfy's human side can give us.

He goes through a skillful back and forth between dominating and loving, carefully molding his acting to better satisfy our desires, as long as we, ourselves, know what we want. Even though he can read our thoughts, his high "Perception" still isn't keen enough to give him prescience, so we've all learned to quickly accept our dark desires without shame, unless shaming is one of our fetishes like it is for Roxanne and Yunia.

He teases Kaatohe until she starts to get frustrated, then he immediately penetrates her, and the jealousy I feel in this moment squeezes my heart, almost making me choke. It hurts, but it hurts so good.

It's such a degrading feeling to see my beloved making love to another, random woman, but I'm such a degenerate that it feels good. I enjoy the pain, the shame, the dirty feeling that wells up from within my heart.

He's being disloyal and cheating on me, and he takes pleasure in that. He deliberately treats me like a cum rag, hurting my feelings, betraying my love, throwing my dedication to him away as if it was worthless trash.

But I know it's all a fantasy. Deep inside, he loves me so much that he'd die right after I did. Not through suicide, just a clean, instant death.

The intensity of these feelings paralyzes me, and I stare at his cock going in and out of her pussy, the pain and jealousy I feel squeezing my heart with every thrust. Their love juices mix and drip onto the floor, evidence of their enjoyment, of their willingness to make love to one another while leaving me in the cold.

The cream of her orgasms coats his shaft as he gives her mind-numbing pleasure. The most intimate experience we could share, the most intense amount of pleasure we could provide each other, both were given to a random, undeserving woman. I'm just one of the uncountable number of pussies that he has already been in. Everything I've felt, he has given to others, too.

There's nothing special about me. Except that I own half his soul.

He feels the warmth of her vagina, her tightness, her slickness, her taste, her smell, her sensual beauty, and compares it all to mine. I'm nothing but a cock-sleeve that he quickly grew tired of.

Then he cums, flooding her insides with his precious, delicious seed, marking her as just another one of his conquests. Another woman in the long line of cum slaves.

I wish he could impregnate her, breed her, force her to bear his child. I wish I could watch the conception of his first child, cementing my position as just a lowly cum-slave who's not worthy of being inseminated.

Well, there are the dryads… though they can't make humanoids, so I guess they don't count.

I walk up to the tired Kaatohe and caress her, soothing her tired body, fulfilling my duty as Wolfy's slave, then I notice Hana underneath her, cleaning out her cunt.

Oh, yeah, she was there too. I forgot about her…

I gently kiss Wolfy's cheek, and he reciprocates, then he sighs and hugs me as we watch Hana do her job. The intense feelings of depravity wash away, leaving only my warm love for him behind.

 

Intermission end.

 

We take Kaatohe and Hukarere with us to the bath. The Chimeras have a natural fondness for airships and airplanes, especially Kaatohe, so the girls all start talking excitedly about the Institute.

Klein joins us in fooling around, but she doesn't talk much. She isn't sad, just pensive, which is a state that amuses Hana quite a lot.

"Klein, we've invited Hermann and his husband for dinner," Ciel tactfully warns her.

"Oh… I'll eat with my parents this time," she awkwardly replies and sighs as her long tail flops into the water.

"Don't start avoiding him, now," Osaria gently cautions her little toy.

"I won't!" She hisses back and pouts. "I just don't have the energy to talk with him today."

"Oh? What's this about? A lovers' quarrel?" Kaatohe bemusedly joins in.

Roxanne immediately gossips into her ear. Klein frowns in displeasure, but she doesn't have the energy to stop them.

Kaatohe suddenly stands up and shouts, "HAH! Enjoy your freedom, woman. Guilt-trip him so that you can ride both of their dicks at the same time while still keeping your name, and then get them to compete to impregnate you! But then, just have both of their children, anyway!"

"'Both'?" Klein softly questions.

"This one," Kaatohe swims over to me and grabs my dick, then strokes it. "And the one who broke your heart. Guilt the second."

"Telling me about this plan ahead of time doesn't seem like a very smart idea," I wryly reply.

She flashes me a smirk and shrugs. "Not even your magic dick was enough to enslave her, so you already gave her up to another man."

I narrow my eyes dangerously due to how much her tone offends me. I'm not a slave collector-… well, sex slave collector, so the very idea that it's me who's somehow "giving up" a woman to another man simply because she isn't interested ticks me off.

I stand up and glare at the Bengal-headed woman. "Do you want me to enslave you?" I growl and grab her head with my claws. "Because I know how to make a cum addict like you beg for it." Then I push her down, forcing her to kneel, and pull her face towards my erect cock, which she gladly welcomes into her mouth.

"Quantity over quality," Hukarere quietly remarks and ignores Kaatohe's glare.

"You're one to talk, cock-gobbler!" She shouts and quickly returns to gobbling me up.

The irony makes Hukarere and the girls chuckle, but Kaatohe is less promiscuous than Hukarere, so she does have a point. Well, they both have a point.

Klein lightens up a bit and starts to take Kaatohe's advice more seriously. Though she originally wanted a normal, monogamous life, her current lifestyle isn't too bad, either.