Mushoku Impact

While Paul was learning just how stubborn Roxy could be, Jean had pulled Barbara aside to inform her of the situation surrounding Reida. The bakery had grown considerably over the past few months, so the two sisters had a room to themselves as Jean recounted Eula's explanation.
After hearing her elder sister's explanation, Barbara couldn't help exhaling a sigh as she remarked, "I figured something like this would happen. Paul seems to be both loved and despised by fate. No matter how desperately he tries to carve his own path, fate conspires to have him walk another..."
In the original plan that Paul had drafted, it would have been years, if not an entire decade, before they returned to the Asura Kingdom. By then, he would have more than enough power and influence to bring about change as he would have had an entire nation to support him. That was still an option, but Paul wasn't the type of man who could ignore his children. He would, at the very least, try to ensure their safety.
Though she nodded her head in response to Barbara's words, Jean was staring off into space with a listless look as she replied, "That appears to be the case..."
Seeing the expression on her elder sister's face, Barbara hesitated for a brief moment before asking, "What did you make of Paul's words to Roxy? Do you think he'll be okay...?"
Nodding her head, Jean pulled Barbara a little closer, snuggling with the petite blonde as she softly affirmed, "He'll be fine. Paul is a capable man with a hardy sense of responsibility. He may have moments of weakness, but I can't imagine him giving up..."
Recalling the many times Paul had pushed himself beyond the point of exhaustion, a faint smile developed across Jean's face. Paul seemed to think his behavior was normal, citing how anyone from his previous world would try just as hard, but Jean refused to believe that. Not just anyone could push themselves to the point of pooping blood and simply laugh it off...
Though she was briefly annoyed due to the size of her sister's breasts, Barbara promptly suppressed her envy as she nestled closer to Jean and intoned an affirmative, "Nn..." She would prefer it if Paul confided in them more, but she empathized with his need to appear strong. After all, she was much the same...
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Paul didn't know if it was because of Ningguang's constantly teasing or because he had been bathing with young-looking girls since he was five, but he wasn't nearly as off-put by Roxy's naked form as he expected. He earned himself a disproving stare when she asked if he preferred large or small breasts, but hey, he was a descendant of House Notos. He couldn't just lie about his preferences.
With his initial apprehensions out of the way, Paul's primary concern was the rather drastic disparity between his and Roxy's sizes. He didn't know her exact height, but he estimated her to be between 145-150cm. His own height was around 188cm, so he felt like a veritable giant compared to the petite bluenette.
Fortunately for both of them, Roxy's curiosity and intrigue far outweighed her bashfulness. She was incredibly nervous near the beginning but quickly overcame her unease once Paul encouraged her to ask questions and allowed her to do as she pleased. She had secretly been worried that Paul might manhandle her or condemn her inexperience, so she was more than a little relieved to be the one in control.
Taking advantage of the liberty Paul had afforded her, Roxy barraged him with questions while analyzing virtually every millimeter of a specific part of his body. She was a little disappointed when Paul couldn't provide the exact dimensions of his penis, but that didn't stop her from making rough estimates and comparing them to the dimensions of her body.
With her hand barely being able to close around it, Roxy was worried that her body was too small to accommodate Paul's size. She had previously stumbled into a red-light district where Hobbits attended to guests nearly twice their size, but she had never been able to comprehend how such a union was possible. Paul reminded her that a vagina could stretch quite a bit to allow for childbirth, but that wasn't a very satisfying answer since the delivery of a child was supposed to be one of the most painful things a woman could experience.
To ease Roxy into things, Paul suggested a few different types of foreplay they could try. She outright rejected his offer to eat her out, but complied when he suggested they try intercrural sex. Instead of doing her between the legs, however, he had her grind against him with her crotch since they would ultimately be having sex with her on top.
Though Paul couldn't help visualizing a bunch of S.W.A.T. team members bursting into his room, the scene of Roxy biting her lower lip as she used his hands for support was surprisingly tantalizing. He didn't know if it was because she was pent up after nearly thirty years of maidenhood, but she was remarkably sensitive. So much so that she barely managed a minute and a half before tensing up and being unable to move on her own.
To make things easier for the petite blunette, Paul shifted his hands to Roxy's chest and began massaging her nipples with his thumbs. A series of stifled moans emanated from her throat, but she made no attempts to stop him as he rolled and pressed her perpetually burgeoning buds with practiced intensity.
Sensing Roxy's impending climax, Paul calmly reminded her of the fact that the room was soundproofed before sliding his hands down her body and rocking her hips. The sudden increase in stimulation caused her to panic, but Paul assured her that it would be perfectly normal even if she did pee herself. Some girls simply couldn't help it.
Fortunately for them both, Roxy didn't actually pee herself. Instead, she experienced a powerful climax that caused her to curl forward and cling to Paul for support. He dutifully caressed her back with his right hand, but his left also made its way to her lower mouth, gently probing her entrance and stimulating her vulva in preparation for what was to come.
Feeling Paul's fingers fiddling around down below, a whimpering moan emanated from Roxy's throat as she nestled against his chest. The fear that had been lurking in the back of her mind began to resurface, but she offered no resistance. Instead, she stared blankly at Paul's nipple before proceeding to lick and suckle it as a distraction.
Finding it difficult to fit more than the tip of his ring finger in Roxy's tiny entrance, Paul spent nearly twenty minutes focused solely on trying to loosen her up. In the process, he caused Roxy to climax a total of seven times, each successive orgasm causing her body to tense violently before subsequently becoming more relaxed.
In the end, it was Roxy who decided it was time to move on. As much as she enjoyed her successive orgasms, she couldn't help feeling as though Paul was being overly cautious. She was also feeling pretty tired as it was close to one in the morning, so she eventually stared him in the eyes and assured him she was ready.
Not wanting to hurt Roxy's pride, Paul rewarded her bravery with a deep and passionate kiss as he adjusted her hips and attempted to adjust his angle to align with the entrance of her vagina. It was a lot harder than he was used to, but he eventually found the sweet spot as his glans slowly and deliberately sank into Roxy's shallow depths. Even after all of Paul's efforts, the interior of her vagina had only expanded to around 12cm, not even half his total length.
Rather than focusing on his inability to bottom out in Roxy's insides, Paul spent several minutes focused on helping her calm down and acclimate to the sensation of having his penis inside of her. This allowed him to sink a little further into her depths, but 15cm seemed to be about the upper limit of what her body could withstand at the present moment.
Since she was incapable of moving independently, Paul helped Roxy by squeezing and massaging her butt as he gently probed her insides. It was a little frustrating not being able to thrust and move about freely, but the intense tightness of Roxy's vagina provided more than enough stimulation to bring him to the brink of a climax.
Though he should have learned his lesson with Reida, Paul didn't hesitate to release his seed into the deepest parts of Roxy's vagina. With what he knew of her character, she would probably feel self-conscious if he pulled out during their first time, so he was willing to task the risk.&nbsp;
When she initially felt an intense warmth filling her lower body, Roxy didn't immediately understand what was happening. All she knew was that the pain she had been experiencing abruptly diminished, replaced a pleasant warmth that seemed to spread through her abdomen and slowly creep up her spine.
Fortunately, at least for the time being, Roxy didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. Unlike the majority of human females, Migurdians didn't have a monthly ovulation cycle. They were a long-lived species and would typically only go into estrus once a year. For Roxy, this was usually around the start of the seventh month, so she didn't have to be overly concerned with Paul inadvertently knocking her up...
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Opening her eyes to an unfamiliar environment, Roxy experienced a very brief moment of panic until she noticed that the person sleeping next to her was Paul. She had considered the possibility that the previous night was an alcohol-inspired dream, so she was both relieved and concerned to find that it wasn't.
Realizing what she had done, Roxy softly muttered, "I can't believe I lost my virginity to a serial womanizer..."
Hearing the petite blunette's remark, Paul quit pretending to be asleep, playfully retorting, "I prefer the terms philanderer and ladies' man. Calling me a womanizer makes me sound inconsiderate."
Though she was a little surprised that Paul was pretending to be asleep, Roxy quickly composed herself and quoted one of her favorite romance novels, asserting, "You can call yourself whatever you like so long as I can call you mine..."
Raising his brows, the smile on Paul's face became more prominent as he remarked, "It's usually the guy that shills the cheesy one-liners. Not that I'm complaining..."
Catching Roxy by surprise, Paul abruptly rolled toward her, pinning her beneath him as he appended, "If I'm yours, you're equally mine..." with a wolfish grin on his face. Now that they had crossed the line and advanced their relationship to the point of physical intimacy, he felt no qualms about teasing her.
With Paul's body easily blanketing her own, Roxy couldn't help swallowing nervously as she gazed at him with upturned eyes. Instead of feeling fear, however, expectation swelled within her tiny frame as she spread her legs and said, "Prove it..."
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Though it was already well past the time he would usually be up and out of his room, Paul couldn't let Roxy's goading go unanswered. He had the impression she was testing him to see if the previous night had been an accident spurred by inebriety, so he immediately lowered his face to kiss her on the lips. Then, even though it caused a faint creaking sound to be heard throughout the bakery, he demonstrated to Roxy that the previous night wasn't just a one-time thing...
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As much as she enjoyed Paul's passionate ministrations, it was what came after that cemented Roxy's affection for him.&nbsp;
Since Roxy didn't have the remarkable convenience of an Elemental Seal, Paul couldn't help feeling a little guilty when he saw the petite blunette sprawled out across the bed, her body covered in more than just sweat.
With his stamina far outclassing Roxy's, Paul insisted that she focus on recovering while he used a warm wet towel to wipe her down. When he did, the vigor she had exhibited during their love-making was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she became increasingly embarrassed, her face turning a faint shade of crimson as she observed Paul's actions with the intensity of a hawk.
Waiting until he was just about finished up, Paul asked, "What's with the death stare? I told you I would care for you, didn't I?"
Feeling even more embarrassed, Roxy averted her head and eyes to the side, her response barely audible as she whispered, "I've never heard of a Noble like you..."
Exhibiting his practiced shamelessness, Paul adopted a cocky smile as he mused, "I mean, yeah, that's kind of the point. If I were any other Noble, I wouldn't have been exiled due to the First Prince's paranoia. We've never even met, and the man regards me like a snake in his chamberpot."
Turning to meet Paul's gaze, Roxy asked, "Was he right to be concerned? Even though I've agreed to follow you, you've never actually told me what your objective was. I'm still not entirely convinced you're not the leader of a cult..."
Maintaining his cocky look, Paul playfully retorted, "Yet you still gave me your virginity? I'm honored..."
Taking advantage of the fact he was cleaning Roxy's calves, Paul bent down to plant a kiss on her thigh. Roxy's face immediately turned a more vibrant shade of red, but she didn't look away as she replied, "I might not have if it wasn't for that girl. What was her name again? Barbara...?"
Seeing Paul nod his head, Roxy continued, "The greatest regret of my life was not being truthful and confronting my Master before she departed on her journey. Because of that, I spent years tracking her down, always one, maybe two steps behind. I endured numerous hardships, yet by the time I managed to catch up to her, she didn't even remember who I was..."
As she had already revealed much of her story to Paul, Roxy shook away her negative thoughts before adding, "When Barbara implied that I might regret missing out on the opportunity to be with you, my memories from that period promptly resurfaced. I'm honestly not sure if I made the right choice, but I'm positive I would never be able to stop thinking about it if I just allowed you to leave..."
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Awed by the sincerity of Roxy's words, Paul found himself at a loss for his own. Fortunately, he had always been more of a man of action, so he only hesitated for a brief moment before squeezing her left hand and leaning forward to plant a kiss on her lips. Roxy was a little startled by his actions but offered no resistance as his tongue slipped into her mouth, slowly and deliberately tracing the line of her gums as she did her best to reciprocate his affections...
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Thanks to an ample application of Healing Magic, Roxy managed to avoid the awkward ordeal of being seen floundering around bowlegged when she and Paul finally emerged from the bedroom. Unfortunately, she had failed to consider that Amalie's residence wasn't just a business but one operating in the middle of a Beast Race community.
Seeing a crowd of people staring at her with smiles the moment she and Paul emerged from the upstairs corridor, Roxy's complexation alternated between being white as a sheet and red as a cherry. At the same time, her mind immediately reminded her of the reason she had wandered upstairs the previous night.
Just as Roxy was starting to regret leaving her oversized witch's cap back in her room, Paul placed his hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing it as he said, "No regrets, right?"
Though she had a sudden urge to stomp on Paul's foot, Roxy ultimately nodded her head before leaning closer to him and repeating, "No regrets."
Having been informed of Paul's actual objectives, including the reason for his looming return to the Asura Kingdom, Roxy felt a lot less apprehensive than she had a few hours prior. She was a little miffed to learn that he had inadvertently knocked someone up but was strangely relieved to discover it was none other than the Water God, Reida Reia. It was like her decision to sleep with Paul had been validated by the fact that even Gods were not immune to his charms...
While Roxy was momentarily lost in her thoughts, Paul guided her through the dining room by hand, casually greeting everyone they passed. He had memorized the names of nearly every permanent resident of the Western District, not because he had to, but because people were a lot less prone to violence when you could single them out.
Lesson thirty-three of being a proper Lord: Familiarity breeds compliance.
After making their way to the kitchen for some much-needed sustenance, even Roxy was pleasantly surprised to find just about everyone, sans Lisa, Rosaria, and Lynette, waiting for them. Even Fischl was present, smiling as she met eyes with the petite blunette and said, "Congratulations, Roxy." in an ostensibly sincere tone.
Before Roxy could respond, Barbara left her at a loss for words by openly inquiring, "How was it? I've never really experienced doing it with anyone else, but I've heard from a reliable source that Paul is very talented when it comes to pleasing women."
Smiling broadly at Barbara's 'unintentional' praise, Paul stood noticeably straighter as he replied, "It would be weirder if I weren't. I sure as hell get a lot of practice."
As if Paul's words were a perfect segue, Barbara adopted a playful smile of her own as she inquired, "Speaking of which, have you explained your 'unique' constitution to Roxy? Does she know you get stronger the more you have sex~?"
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Unused to Barbara's brazenness, Paul found himself unable to respond. Instead, it was Roxy who inquisitively inquired, "Is that true? I've heard speculation regarding the existence of Mana within semen, but it isn't a subject that is openly discussed within the academic community, much less polite society."
Recovering a bit during Roxy's dialogue, Paul scratched the back of his head as he explained, "The truth has been lost to time, but it's believed that the predecessor of the Greyrat Houses was a remarkably powerful Succubus, potentially even Lilith herself. During the First Great Human-Demon War, she was rumored to be the companion of one of the Seven Heroes who defeated the Demon Empress. All I know for certain is that there is a growing faction backed by the Milis Church that blames her for the current state of the Asuran Nobility."
Noticing the contempt in Paul's expression and tone, Roxy decided not to suggest there might be some truth to such claims. Instead, she got back to the original subject, asking, "So you grow more powerful the more you have sex? That seems...exploitable...'
Answering in place of Paul, Barbara appeared somewhat giddy as she clarified, "It isn't just Paul. Though the effect is most prominent for those who possess Visions, his-"
Interrupting before her sister could finish, Jean shouted, "Barbara...!" in a stern, disproving tone. She knew that Barbara was just trying to get Roxy a bit more excited about being a part of their group, but there was a time and a place for everything. Talking about the benefits of having sex when 'outsiders' were present wasn't a good idea.
Following her sister's gaze, Barbara noticed that the group of women currently learning how to cook from Xiangling was paying more attention to them than their lessons. Xiangling also had an understandably helpless smile on her face, so Barbara immediately lost some of her vigor, lowering her head and pressing the tips of her fingers together as she said, "Sorry. I may have gotten a little too excited..."
Lightening the mood a little, Paul interrupted whatever Jean was about to say by insisting, "It's not that big a deal. Let's just keep bedroom topics in the bedroom from now on, okay? Right now, I'm fucking starving."
Furrowing her brows, Eula muttered, "Language." but Paul just adopted one of his usual smiles before grabbing a piece of lamb from Ghislaine's plate. She gave him a look that screamed betrayal, but he paid it no mind as he sat between her and Razor and subsequently invited Roxy to do the same.
With the trio from the Sword Sanctum returned and now Roxy, Paul knew he would need more than just his Dendro Vision to preserve his stamina...
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"Do you maybe think this is a bit much...?"
Hearing Paul's remark, Roxy furrowed her brows and said, "Quiet. It's hard enough to focus as is..."
After learning that Paul could effectively replenish her Mana, Roxy couldn't help wondering just how effective the process was. Thus, even though she was blushing up to her ears, she continued to slowly rock her hips back and forth, supported by Paul's hands as she channeled Healing Magic into a bottle of purified water. This was technically the process of creating Holy Water, but the Milis Church would probably lose their minds if they saw the method Roxy was using to maintain the supply of magical energy.
Though he felt a growing urge to push the focused blunette forward and pound her until she couldn't think straight, Paul compromised by reducing the strength in his hands ever so slightly. As a result, Roxy slipped further down his shaft, an action that sent a faint tremor up her spine and caused her entire body to tense.
Understanding what Paul was doing, Roxy said, "Please be patient..." in a shaky tone. She knew she wasn't exactly being fair to Paul right now, but she 'had' to know the limits of his ability to replenish Mana. Thus, for the past two and a half weeks, they had been performing this particular ritual at least three times a day.
Rolling his eyes, Paul dutifully supported Roxy's small yet incredibly soft butt without further teasing. She barely weighed 32kgs even when fully clothed, so it required minimal effort on his part. His only complaint was that Roxy's sensitivity meant she had to move painfully slow in order to maintain her focus. Paul was used to far more intense types of sex so, even though Roxy was inarguably the tightest among his current lovers, the slow grinding actually caused his penis to feel numb.
Fortunately, even with Paul's 'assistance,' Roxy's Mana reserves weren't exceptionally high. She was around the level of an average Saint-Ranked Magician, so she could only continue channeling Healing Magic for a few minutes before completely exhausting her reserves.
With the pale green light fading from her palms, Roxy exhaled a tired sigh before falling face-forward between Paul's legs and mumbling, "Do what you want..." in a weary tone. Mana deficiency caused similar symptoms as physical exhaustion, so she couldn't even maintain her posture when her tank was empty.&nbsp;
That's where Paul came in.
Rising to a seated position, Paul made sure that Roxy's hips wouldn't fall before reaching forward to hook his hands beneath her knees. He could feel her insides tense up like a vice, but that didn't stop him from forcing her to sit back up, her back against his chest and tongue protruding as he raised and lowered her body entire body along his shaft...
Though all of Paul's women were on the lighter side, excluding the 70kg Ghislaine, Roxy's size and weight made her particularly easy to handle. It had bothered her quite a bit near the beginning, but, as she couldn't move of her own accord while fatigued, Roxy had secretly come to enjoy being held up by Paul. There was something about being suspended and feeling helpless that made her heart race...
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Seeing Roxy and Lynette standing near the landing of the stairs, a memory resurfaced in Paul's mind. It was a scene from the original series where the main character, Rudeus, stumbled across an impassioned Roxy panting as she sneakily masturbated to Paul and Zenith making love.
Shaking such thoughts from his mind, Paul half-closed the door behind him, questioning, "What's up? I doubt the two of you came to join in on the fun."
Since he had yet to summon Lyney, Paul knew better than to pressure or tease Lynette. There were occasions where they would kiss and cuddle, but that was about the extent of their intimacy.
Answering before Roxy could think of an excuse, Lynette calmly revealed, "I caught this one skulking around, so I stopped and questioned her."
With an indignant expression on her face, Roxy quietly yet exasperatedly exclaimed, "I wasn't skulking around! I came to investigate the source of a sound that was keeping me awake...!"
With Lynette not sparing Roxy a glance, it was up to Paul to ask, "What kind of sound...?"
Though it was incredibly obvious what Roxy was referring to, Paul still felt compelled to ask. He had invested a considerable amount of gold toward ensuring their room was adequately soundproofed. If the magical wards were already beginning to break down, he would be demanding his money back.
Hearing Paul's casual inquiry, Roxy blushed to the point it was perceptible even in the low-lighting of the hallway. She had never been very good at lying, so she didn't know how to respond without sounding like a pervert. It didn't help that Paul was currently standing topless with nothing but a bedsheet wrapped precariously around his waist.
With Roxy too overwhelmed to supply a response, Lynette took it upon herself to clarify, "There are no sounds coming from inside the room. It's the floorboards. They're creaking."
Not expecting such a response, Paul found himself at a momentary loss for words. He knew that Roxy had been laid to rest in the room previously used by Amalie and Esme. If she could hear the creaking all the way from the basement...
Exhaling a sigh, Paul's expression became noticeably sincere as he said, "Sorry. Had I known, I would have taken extra precautions..."
With Paul directing his gaze toward her, Lynette looked toward the nearby wall as if she had suddenly spotted something interesting.&nbsp;
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Understanding it wasn't Lynette's fault that the floorboards were creaking, Paul just shook his head before shifting his gaze to Roxy and asking, "So? What do you want to do...?"
Realizing that Paul was addressing her, Roxy's expression revealed her confusion as she asked, "Pardon...?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Paul said, "It doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out the cause of the floorboards creaking. Someone as intelligent as you would have been able to put two and two together in a heartbeat. Yet here you are."
&nbsp;Unable to refute Paul's words, Roxy found herself clenching the hem of her dress as she muttered, "I...I just..."
Though he had the impression he was pushing the petite Migurdian a little too hard, Paul explained, "Listen, Roxy. I'm not going to pretend to be a good guy. It's pretty much impossible for me to stick with a single woman due to my circumstances, so you're setting yourself up to be disappointed if you think I'll stop sleeping with other girls. I respect you; I really do, so I'm warning you ahead of time...you would probably be a lot happier if you found someone else to fall in love with. I would treat you well, but I could never love you or anyone else as much as they deserve..."
Seeing Paul's usually carefree expression briefly replaced by a pained, self-deprecating smile, a solemn atmosphere suddenly permeated the dimly lit hallway. Both Lynette and Roxy felt like they should say or do something, but the atmosphere had completely overwhelmed them. They were like bystanders witnessing a tragedy, wanting to help but afraid they would only make things worse.
Fortunately for the reticent duo, they weren't the only ones listening in on Paul's words. The door behind him was abruptly flung open, followed by a naked Barbara wrapping her arms around him and fretfully asserting, "You shouldn't say things like that...!"
Correcting his expression, a light-hearted chuckle emanated from Paul's throat as he peeled away Barbara's hands and turned to face her. Then, with his hands cupping her increasingly toned yet still pliant buttcheeks, he raised her to face level as he said, "Relax...I'm talking about right this instant. Once everything has been settled, I'd be more than willing to fall in love..."
Without allowing Barbara the opportunity to respond, Paul planted a deep and passionate kiss on her lips. He hated receiving pity, so he had always put a tremendous amount of effort into concealing his vulnerabilities from others. The last thing he needed was a bunch of people trying to counsel or console him.
Though she could tell Paul was trying to distract her, Barbara couldn't help immersing herself in his kiss. His caress caused her body to tremble with anticipation while his saliva functioned like a powerful aphrodisiac, suffusing her brain and body with a fiery yet pleasant numbness. Kusanali had hypothesized this was due to Paul's desire to make them fall in love with him, but Barbara had never cared about such speculations. She had fallen for Paul the moment he acknowledged her and asked if she would grow stronger alongside him.
After more than a minute of passionate kissing, Paul allowed Barbara a moment to breathe, smiling as he gazed into impassioned, cerulean blue eyes and stated, "You're so fucking beautiful right now..."
Slapping Paul's chest, Barbara promptly chided, "Language...!" despite the silly smile plastered across her face. She generally presented herself as a very earnest and polite woman in public, but she secretly enjoyed it when Paul behaved like a rogue.
Suppressing the sudden urge to eat up the petite woman dangling in his embrace, Paul planted a comparably chaste kiss on Barbara's lips before setting her down and whispering, "Go back to bed. I'll be there shortly..."
Shaking her head, Barbara left Paul speechless as she suddenly looked toward Roxy and said, "Paul is a good man and a very considerate lover. Even if it's just for the remainder of our stay in Sharia, I recommend you indulge yourself in his care. You'll regret it otherwise."
Finished with what she had to say, Barbara supplied a playful wink before retreating into the comparably bright bedroom.
"That girl..."
Though he was tempted to ask what the hell happened while Barbara was at the Sword Sanctum, Paul momentarily shelved the matter as he shifted his attention to the petite duo standing further down the hallway. Lynette appeared as calm and collected as usual, but Roxy was blushing up to her ears as she gripped the hem of her blue and white dress.
Thinking Barbara's tantalizing may have been a little much, Paul was about to apologize and ask if Roxy wanted him to escort her back to her Inn. Before the words could even begin form in his throat, however, Roxy left him utterly speechless as she averted her eyes, raised the hem of her dress, and revealed, "I wore these especially for you..."
Rather than the plain white panties she typically wore, Roxy was sporting a pair of expensive black lingerie that she had managed to acquire during her brief stint through the Milbots Regions. When she initially formed the resolve to ask Paul to accompany her into the city, she had changed into them at the last moment. Not because she wanted them to be seen, but just in case Paul caught a glimpse...
Though it was one of the most awkward scenes he had ever witnessed, Paul managed a smile as he said, "Nice. I think dark blue would suit you a little better, but they're not bad at all."
Hearing Paul's 'compliment,' Roxy managed to meet his gaze as she said, "The merchant I purchased them from didn't have any dark blue ones..."
Restraining a laugh, Paul squinted his eyes slightly before making his way toward the petite blunette. Despite the low light of the corridor, he could make out that she was trembling slightly as she craned her head quite a bit to maintain eye contact with him.
Instead of kneeling down and meeting Roxy face-to-face, Paul mimicked what he did to Barbara. He had to stoop slightly, but he managed to grab the blunette's comparably small, almost palm-sized bottom before lifting her up and smiling as he said, "Caught you..."
Confused by Paul's words, Roxy was about to ask what he meant when her eyes suddenly became round as saucers. She had expected him to ask if she was sure about her decision. Instead, he sealed her lips with a kiss, his fingers writhing about beneath her dress as he massaged and squeezed her butt.
Though she panicked near the beginning, smacking Paul's chest with both of her hands, Roxy felt her heart and stomach fluttering when he released her lips and whispered, "I've been looking forward to this..." in a voice that seemed to pierce directly through her.
While it was true that he had been looking forward to becoming intimate with Roxy, Paul didn't reveal the actual reason why. It didn't truly matter in the end, so he allowed her to think whatever she wanted as he shifted her to a princess carry and planted another kiss on her lips. Lynette had already leaped into the rafters by that point, so Paul didn't bother asking if she wanted to join them as he turned around and carried the quivering Migurdian towards his bedroom.
Since the soundproofing didn't work when the door was ajar, none of the girls sharing Paul's bed were surprised to see him enter along with Roxy. Instead, it was Paul who was left confused as everyone had changed into their nightgowns or casual attire, clearly intending to leave the room.
Clearing any doubts Paul may have still had, Jean calmly explained, "A woman's first time is an important event. At least for tonight, the two of you should enjoy yourselves without disruption. We can worry about the rest later."
Before Paul could ask if they were certain, Barbara chimed in to tease, "We're not children, Paul. We can go one or two nights without having you dote on us."
Taking advantage of the fact she was standing near him, Barbara planted a quick peck on Paul's cheek before directing another wink towards Roxy and mouthing the words, 'Good luck.' Then, before she could change her mind, she departed the room with a bit of a skip in her step.
Following Barbara's example, Jean, Eula, and Ei all planted kisses on his cheeks before departing. This left Paul and Roxy as the only two people left in the room, both stunned to silence as they stood near the entrance with dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
Recovering significantly faster than his diminutive companion, Paul forced a smile as he mused, "Those girls...how considerate of them..."
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Feeling even more nervous now that it was just her and Paul, Roxy could barely manage a nod as she shrank within his embrace. She had originally planned to observe from the sidelines so she wouldn't make any mistakes. Now, she felt like she had studied for a test only to realize that the subject was something completely different come exam day...
Fortunately for Roxy, Paul was actually pretty spent after blowing his load in Barbara, Jean, Eula, and Ei a total of eleven times. He didn't mind taking things slow, so he softly assured, "We'll go at your pace and only move on when you're ready. No need to force yourself."
Thinking Paul was overly concerned due to her size, a faint pout formed on Roxy's face as he laid her down on his surprisingly large bed. It was big enough to hold five people comfortably, so it made Roxy appear even smaller as Paul stared down at her with a knowing smile on his face.
Resisting the temptation to point out how her pouting only made her appear even cuter, Paul quelled any arguments Roxy may have had by abruptly removing the sheet covering his waist. When her crystalline blue eyes observed what he was working with, even she began to have doubts about her ability to handle it. It only lasted for a moment, but Paul noticed a hint of fear in Roxy's eyes before she suddenly adopted an adorable yet incomparably resolute expression on her face...
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Chapter 90: MI90: Consideration