07
Teleporting outside the shop, I made my way in and took in the crowd. Twenty customers looking over the wares and talking amongst themselves, all adventurers. Spotting Wiz finishing up a purchase, I met her eyes and smiled, before moving up to the counter.
"Alright, everyone! The shop is officially closed for lunch! We'll be open again in an hour."
There were noises of discontent from the crowd, but they left the shop, followed by the girl Wiz was selling what looked like a pair of boots to—Boots of Quick Stride, apparently. As soon as she was out, I closed and locked the door. Wiz sighed, sagging a bit. "It's been busy all day!"
"That's good," I chuckled, before taking her cool hand and drawing her into the back room. We sat down at her small table and I drew our lunch out of my cube. I'd found that if I wanted Wiz to actually get a break for lunch lately, I had to come and shut down the shop myself for her lunch break—otherwise, she wouldn't get to stop to eat, let alone rest. "Being busy is a good problem to have, when that means more sales. How are we doing? I noticed most of the clothing items were gone?"
"Mm!" Wiz nodded as she withdrew a steaming pot of water from her own cube and began to steep tea.
Oh, that's clever. I'll have to remember that one, I mused, making a note of it. I knew that the cubes put whatever was stored in them in a small pocket dimension where time didn't pass, but it never occurred to me that that applied to temperature. Most of the meals I stored in it were maybe just a bit below room temperature—sandwiches and the like—so I'd never actually paid attention to it.
"The boots sell especially well. There have been a few complaints, though—that they only come in one style and color. People are happy enough that they're sized to fit, but the ladies especially would like them in different styles! Another big complaint is having to buy different boots for different effects and that it's expensive to buy three or four different sets of boots—one for traveling, one for walking on water, one for jumping over obstacles or traps…"
I swallowed my bite of sandwich and smiled a shark's smile. "But Wiz… that's the point."
"Eh?"
I reached out and took her free hand. Her honey gold eyes went a bit wide. "Think about it. We sell them individual enchantments on clothing items at reasonable prices—a bit expensive, but not so much that they complain about it. They have to buy multiple pieces to get the enchantments they want, then mix and match—and we make sure that certain things only come on certain pieces. Jumping, Quick Stride, Water Walking, Surface Sticking—these all only come on boots. Glide only comes on scarves, sashes, or cloaks. Water resistance on cloaks or jackets. Even down to the individual stat boosts and spells. Stat boosts come on an individual ring each, extra spells on a necklace. This is so that someone can't get a, say, ring of Jumping, boots of Quick Stride, and belt of Water Walking and stack the effects like we can by default. And boots are a set, so you can't mix and match there or they just won't work. With me so far?"
The lich nodded. "It limits what they can do, intentionally, so they have to swap out gear if they want different effects and they can't combine certain effects. But why?"
"Because then we wait a few months… before releasing a set of boots with both Water Walking and Surface Sticking. These boots are a different style. They look higher quality. They're a bit tougher and more durable because they're made of better materials. They're also… three times the price of either set of individual boots. One each at that cost for each enchantment, then the third for the improved materials and style. It's going to suck for them on the price, but people are going to want them. They can do away with two sets of their old boots and stop carrying them around if they want to swap them in the field. Then we do the same for, say, Quick Stride and Jumping. Now, they only have to carry two sets of boots instead of four.
"But! We add two new enchantments to the roster, so they still have to buy a third set to get the new stuff. It beats carrying six sets of boots, but it's still not great. That's when we introduce… the Bag of Holding. A bag with an expanded space inside that reduces the weight of whatever is inside by three quarters and which can hold about ten times its volume. Tell me, if you were still adventuring, wouldn't you want a nice, sturdy backpack you could use to carry all of your supplies in? If you had to change between sets of gear to get different effects, wouldn't you think it'd be a good idea to go ahead and get two Bags of Holding—one to carry your supplies and one for your extra gear? Actually, you might get three! Can't forget about loot, after all."
Wiz's mouth fell open and her eyes went wide. "That, that's… evil! It's manipulative!"
I nodded. "Yes. But we want to make money and adventurers want to have better gear. So we'll do it. And make money hand over first."
Wiz hemmed, wincing at that, before nodding. "We really will make a lot of money that way. But I feel bad!"
Squeezing her hand, I sent her a smile. "That's because you're a good person. Me? I'm a filthy capitalist who only cares about making money, when it comes to people who aren't my friends and family. I worked in Sales and Marketing for a large business that sold product across the world, in the old world. It was my job to come up with ways to squeeze money out of people. Tiered releases and incremental improvements, where you release a product with a single feature, then improve it a bit, then add a new feature, and slowly creep up into a better product were pretty much the standard where I was from. And people bought them, because they wanted the new features. Is it scummy? Sure. Does it work? Absolutely. Will I have any remorse whatsoever about using it? Nope. Our goal here is to make money. Lots of money. Enough money to see that all of our futures are secure. So, until and unless Eris herself descends from on high to tell me what I'm doing is wrong and I should stop, I'm going to keep doing it."
Sighing, the woman shook her head with a smile. I let go of her hand and took up my sandwich. "So. Different styles. I can do that. But what about this? Instead of selling just ready-made products, when we start selling the improved versions, how about we offer a catalog. I can easily print a book with color pictures. We'll offer products in a wide array of styles that people can choose from, then give them a list of enchantments per slot they can pick as well. So, say you want a fancy new set of boots. You pick the style you want, the color you want, even little details like having this or that accessory, style, or color of buckle. You want to be able to run away really fast and jump over enemies, so you pick Jumping and Quick Stride. So, you look up what you want in the catalog, then write down its item number on a form we'll give you. Fill in options by letter. Choose enchantments. Hand it in. They put a deposit down for half up front. Then, we make it and sell it for the remainder of the fee. But we wait a week or longer first. Between a week to a month."
"Why? Wouldn't it be better to get it done faster and get the money faster?"
I nodded. "Could be. But let me ask you this. Say you go to a nice, sit down restaurant. You put in an order for food worth a thousand eris. This is a very expensive meal. You have certain expectations for this meal. The waiter walks away… then comes back a minute later with the full meal. How do you feel about that?"
"I would be happy! I got my food fast," Wiz smiled.
"Ah, but Wiz… where'd the food come from?"
"Huh?"
"How long does it take to boil tea?"
"About five minutes to heat the water, then a few minutes to steep…"
"So if you ordered tea, and I brought you hot tea immediately, what does that tell you?"
Wiz hummed, before nodding. "That the water was already hot and it had already been steeped."
"So if I brought you a full meal immediately, what does that tell you?"
She frowned. "That it was cooked before I ordered it."
"Right. Now, how do you feel about that?"
Wiz considered it, and as she did, her frown grew. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she looked annoyed. "I wouldn't want it. I can't guarantee that it's actually mine. Or that it wasn't tampered with. Or it was someone else's order that they rejected for some reason and the kitchen kept warm. I would want them to make it fresh."
"So, how long would you feel best waiting? Half an hour? An hour?"
"Well… it would depend on the meal… But for a thousand eris? An hour, maybe two."
I nodded. "So, if you ordered a set of boots custom made and someone walked into the back, then came back with them in hand, how would you feel about that?"
"They weren't custom made," she shook her head. "They were made beforehand, so they aren't what I wanted."
"Even if they had everything you wanted on them?"
She shook her head harder, sending her hair flying. "No! I'd feel like I had been cheated."
"Exactly. There's this concept I call 'Expectation of Service.' That is, if you have service done, you expect certain things with it. And if those expectations aren't met, something is wrong. With a custom order like this, you aren't just buying a product—that's what items off the shelf are. You're buying a service. You are paying for the time and the care of the person making the product. Or fixing your product. You expect it to take a certain minimum amount of time and effort, because that's slightly less time and effort you believe it would take you to do it because that person is skilled at what they do and you aren't. If you hand me something that's broken and I immediately just fit the pieces back together, hand it to you, and tell you it's fixed, how are you going to feel? Kind of dumb, right? And angry, for being made to feel dumb, because you feel like you could have put it together yourself and now you're also embarrassed because you wasted your time and mine. But you can't be wrong, so obviously it's my fault somehow.
"Same thing with making anything. If, at any point, your customer thinks, 'Well, I could have done that,' then they feel cheated and like they shouldn't have to pay, or it shouldn't cost as much. So, to prevent this when you can do something faster than the customer is expecting, you introduce a wait time. Too long is bad. Too short and they take it for granted. There is a place in there that's just right, where they feel great about what goods and services they're getting, where they were expecting it to take longer, but you're a miracle worker so you pulled it off just a little ahead of schedule. We're the only shop who can turn out magical goods like this, so we get to decide what the standard is there. However, people aren't dumb. They know about how long it takes to make a set of boots, or a piece of armor, and so on. So. We need to go out and do market research, to figure out how long it takes to make those things, on average. Then, we add that in as our baseline—every pair of boots has to take a week to make, plus the time it takes to enchant them, plus some extra time for any addons or anything else that makes them fancy. People select what they want from the catalog, we have a chart that shows how long each option should take, add it all up, then give them a 'rough estimate.' Mark down their name and order, then set a reminder on the cube to finish the product around that day—over or under one day, maybe."
"Wow, you've really thought this out!" Wiz giggled, gathering her plate and standing up to head to her sink. I took mine as well and followed.
"A bit, yeah," I admitted, watching her as she worked. The way her robe clung to her ass and chest. Moving up behind her, I wrapped my arms around the curvy woman, resting my chin on her head. "That's not all I've thought out."
"Michael…?"
Taking her hair up, I pulled it aside, draping it over her left shoulder to give me access to the right side of her neck. Leaning in, I planted a kiss on her cool skin. Wiz shivered in my arms, tensing just a little. But she didn't stop me—instead, she tilted her head to the side to expose more of her neck for me. When I gently bit and sucked her delicate flesh, she moaned quietly. "Wha-what about," she swallowed, "what about Yunyun?"
I chuckled and nipped at her neck. I was glad that she thought of her friend instead of just going with the flow. "We talked. She's worried about you. We both are. Wiz, you're lonely, and it's hurting you. We can tell."
Slowly, I turned her around in my arms, pressing her back against the sink as I closed in. "I am," she whispered, her hands coming up and resting against my chest. "But, but I'm a lich. I'm undead. It's wrong…"
I darted in and kissed her lips. Wiz moaned, melting in my arms and fisting my jacket in her hands as my tongue explored her mouth. Other than being cool to the touch, she tasted and smelled just fine. My hands found her waist and I squeezed her. She felt just as soft as I would expect, given her build—just the right amount of fat to muscle. Breaking the kiss, I smiled at her. "You taste fine. Smell fine too. Feel like a woman. The only thing missing is warmth. You're not rotting inside, are you?"
"No!" she denied immediately, shaking her head.
"Filled with bugs and other things?"
"Nn!" another denial. "I'm clean! The magic that keeps me around also makes sure that my body doesn't decay. I'm the same… the same as the day I died. Unchanged, since that day."
I kissed her again, one hand slipping around her back to squeeze her to me, the other coming up to pet her hair. Wiz's tongue darted out, exploring my mouth as I enjoyed her. My hand trailed down from her back and cupped that fat ass of hers, finding it just as plump and soft as I thought it would be, but it turned to steel when she clenched under my exploring hand. Wiz whimpered into my mouth and I smiled against her lips.
"Don't tease me," she mewled, pulling away. "If, if you aren't going to follow through, if you're just going to, to say it's a mistake or a big joke, please just tell me now. Don't get my hopes up—!"
I placed a finger against her plump lips, shushing her. "It's not a joke. I wouldn't do that to anyone, Wiz—let alone someone I liked. I'm also sure it's not a mistake. But if you want to find out for certain… wait for tonight," I squeezed her ass with the hand still back there, digging my fingers in hard enough that she gasped quietly. "You can ask Yunyun if you want, but she'll probably be a bit too embarrassed about it to talk about it—you know how she is. After your bath tonight, put on something sexy for us. If you don't come knock on my door, I'll come find you."
"…Really?"
"Really." I gave her another peck on the lips and collected the dishes, storing them in my cube. "Now, I'm going to get back to work, and you should too. I'll see you tonight."
"O-okay," she murmured, and I gave her ass one last good squeeze, before backing away and teleporting back to my lab in the manor.
I collapsed into my chair with a groan and a massive boner, along with a case of blue balls to match. If I were using Darkness as a sex toy already, I could get some relief.
Unfortunately, I had chosen to take things a bit slower with her than just jumping right to sex. No, I was going to slowly escalate. From the ryona she liked, up to things of a more directly sexual nature—less physical hurting, more psychological. I could fuck her right now and she'd be happy with it, but the problem with someone like her was that they could get bored easily. You had to change things up to keep that from happening.
Besides… she was out with Megumin and Yunyun right now, playing around running a quest. I would check in with them later. Until then, I was left to my own devices.
So, let's focus on devices, I mused, trying to take my mind off of Wiz's sexy, mature body. Although… she's a lich. Kazuma canonically got a rez like every other day. I don't see why I can't track down Eris, or, if she shows up, get the trash goddess herself to rez her. There's no real reason for Wiz to stay an undead lich.
I made a mental note to do just that, before getting to work. In the spirit of planned obsolescence, and eternal upgrades, I set about making something that would make us money for decades to come.
Crafter gave me a design and I fed it to my cube. A moment later, it produced a six foot tall obelisk made of diamond, shot through with a network of tiny veins of mithril, bordered in mithril, that rested on a set of steel legs. Following that, the cube produced a wooden box of a hundred rectangles made of diamond and mithril. The diamond was inconsequential, really—just something sturdy to house the mithril shaped into nano-scale filaments of three-dimensional layered circuitry, containing everything needed to make the devices work.
Phones. They were phones, and a base station to operate an entire network of them anywhere on the planet.
Unfortunately for the inhabitants of this world, this phone was a far cry from even the one I'd had my cube eat. They came with a touch screen with a simple text-based interface using the local language. There was an address book to enter people's names and phone numbers, a place to display one's own phone number, and a manual dial pad to enter a number and that was it. Numbers were a semi-randomly assigned string of nine digits, minus some reserved numbers for myself and my group, along with a batch I was going to give specifically to the guild.
Well, I say 'give,' but I really meant 'rent long term.' Monthly and yearly contracts were going to become a thing. Expensive initial buy-in for the phones, then paying a reasonable monthly rate in perpetuity in order to use them. Then paying for upgrades and new features every year. However, I was going to start off with the adventurer's guild in Axel, then expand from there. Adventurer's guild first for official business to let them test it, prove it works, and start showing off—do my advertising for me. Soon, regular adventurers would want them, once they saw how well they worked. Then, the other guilds in town—merchants and the like. Government would definitely get involved at some point—I expected the local nobility, lord, or whatever to take an interest first before kicking it up the chain. By the time it hit the capital, I would have lowered the price enough that every commoner could afford the buy-in.
There was just one problem…
"Hitting a labor shortage cap again," I sighed. Well, at least for now, I can handle it myself since it'll just be the adventurer's guild.
With that, I stored the phones and obelisk in my cube and teleported to the adventurer's guild, to see about enticing them into buying from us—under the excuse that I was running this errand for Wiz who was, in turn, selling it for her mysterious, anonymous supplier. Making my way over to the small administration counter, I found Luna looking bored and grinned as I approached.
"Hey, Luna. Got a minute?"
"Michael! Sure, I'm not too busy right now. What's going on?"
"New product from Wiz."
"Oh! What do you have?" she asked, perking up immediately. Word was quickly spreading that everything coming out of Wiz's shop lately was a hit, so if I was bringing something straight to the guild, then it was going to get immediate interest.
So, I unloaded the obelisk and phones from my cube. Making sure she saw just how many phones we had available, I asked, "How many staff does the guild have here? That is, administrative staff, not waitresses and housecleaning."
"Well, let's see… the local guild master and six others, including myself."
Nodding, I pulled out seven phones and put them on the counter. "Alright. Got any parties you trust to test these things?"
"Hmm… Well, there's yours."
"Rule us out. It'd invalidate the test."
"I can think of a few," she nodded.
"Okay. Five?" I asked, and pulled out five phones. "And could I get you to have a few parties run a few of these each to, say, the guild offices in Arcanletia, the capital, Bryndle's capital, Elroad's capital… I think that should be plenty." I had pulled out another five for each location, making for a total of thirty-two. I wrote down the numbers for each phone and used my orb to save a copy, before writing out the location that each batch should go to, then passing them to Luna. After making sure she understood which batch went where, I demonstrated how to use them for her, going so far as to make a call with one and having her walk away, before making a call back. I'd made sure they were pretty much idiot proof as far as being able to use… so I hoped the better class of idiots that adventurers tended to be wouldn't find some new way I hadn't thought of to fuck one up.
With that taken care of, I set up the obelisk out in the square where everyone could see and wonder what it was… and get a shock if they tried to steal or damage it. Then, I teleported to the general area where I knew the girls would be working to meet up and find out how their testing of new items went.
I sat with Yunyun in bed later that night, holding each other as we talked after our baths. She was wearing a pink top and bottom that clung to her body in a way I enjoyed looking at, while I wore my usual tee and boxers.
"Should we go check on her?"
"Not yet," I shook my head. "Give her a chance to make up her mind. She could just be waffling. I want to see if she'll decide on her own."
"Mm," Yunyun nodded. Hugging me tighter, she shivered a bit. "I'm a bit nervous."
I rubbed her smooth, warm back and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. There's very little 'right' or 'wrong' when it comes to sex. Just what feels good for you and your partner, and what makes you happy."
We waited a few more minutes, just petting each other, before I sighed and got up, hauling Yunyun to her feet. "Alright, let's go check on her."
I opened the door and found Wiz on the other side, turned away from the door and quietly talking to herself. She wore a sheer purple night gown that showed off her delicious figure as she moved. "Ahh, this is so stupid!"
Yunyun and I shared a look, before I reached out and laid a hand on the lich's shoulder. "Wiz—"
"Eep!" Wiz jumped and spun around, her golden eyes wide as she brought a hand to her chest. "Ah! You startled me!"
"Sorry," I chuckled.
"What are you doing out here?" Yunyun asked, reaching out and taking Wiz's hand. "Come in!"
"Ahh, well, that is," Wiz hemmed. I reached down and took her other hand, pulling her gently but firmly inside and closing the door behind her. "I, I hadn't made up my mind, and I was worried you had changed your mind…"
"That's awful," Yunyun murmured as she led Wiz over to my bed. Well, I guess it was becoming our bed because Yunyun hadn't left it yet. Thankfully, I'd made sure all of them were king sized, so there was no issue fitting three people as Yunyun convinced Wiz to get in, before climbing in after her and pulling the covers over themselves in the cold air of the room. I shut off the lights, pulled off my shirt and boxers, and slipped in on Wiz's other side. There was just enough moonlight coming in from the windows to see by as I found Wiz, with Yunyun curled around her side. I settled in beside her, wrapping the lich in a hug.
Wiz's entire body was cold to the touch and she shivered under the covers, but I noticed that she began to warm nicely between our two warmer bodies. "This, this is, are you sure? You don't have to—mmf~!"
Yunyun silenced Wiz with a kiss, her hands beginning to wander the lich's body. My own hands joined her, one slipping under Wiz to cup and squeeze her ass again, the other coming up to get a handful of her big titties. Yunyun giggled as Wiz moaned, her own hand crossing mine beneath Wiz to squeeze the other cheek, while the other one found Wiz's other breast. I went in for a kiss and Yunyun pulled back. Wiz panted for breath for just a moment, before I captured her lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth, her own tongue responding to mine. She whimpered as Yunyun kissed her neck.
Together, Yunyun and I teased and petted Wiz, trading off kissing her mouth, until the woman was squirming, panting, and felt warm between the two of us. Slipping my hand down to her panties, Yunyun's own hand followed mine, and together we took a moment to strip Wiz's panties from her. Yunyun's hand retreated and I felt her shifting around on the other side of Wiz, before I heard her throwing clothes to the floor. The girl giggled, before coming after Wiz's top as well. Once that was off, Yunyun's hands found Wiz's breasts.
"They're so big!" She sighed, hefting Wiz's tits, drawing quiet sounds from Wiz's mouth as she did. "Do you think mine will get this big?"
"Maybe," I shrugged. "After you have a kid or two. And if not? That's fine too. I like them just how they are. They look good on you, just like Wiz's fit her body."
"They, they do?" Wiz asked. "I always thought they were too big…"
"They're amazing!" Yunyun shook her head. "And so firm, yet soft! It makes me want to…" Yunyun giggled, then dove under the covers.
"Ahn~! Yunyun!" Wiz mewled, grasping my girlfriend by the back of her head and holding her in place as Yunyun's mouth went to work on one of Wiz's nipples.
"Hmm…" Yunyun hummed, before grabbing both of Wiz's breasts, pressing them together, then sucking both of the older woman's nipples into her mouth.
"Yunyun, roll over," I instructed, and bodily moved Wiz as Yunyun rolled onto her back, so that Wiz was crouched over Yunyun, her breasts hanging above the younger girl's head—who went right back to sucking at Wiz's tits.
Rubbing Wiz's big ass, I got behind her and pressed my cock into her soaking wet lips. Wiz did not shave, at all. She had a thick brown bush and her outer lips were hairy, as I'd discovered when Yunyun and I took turns fingering her cunt and getting her good and worked up. I didn't mind, as long as I wasn't going down on her. Pressing my cock into Wiz's hairy cunt, I felt the head slip past her lips and thrust forward, hilting myself inside her in one long thrust.
Wiz's pussy was tight and absolutely flooded with her arousal, but it was cool around my cock. The lich's body was warm from us holding her, but it was still much cooler than a human body should be.
Wiz collapsed forward onto Yunyun, clutching the younger girl to her breasts. "Ahh~. So full~!"
I felt something press against my cock and realized that Yunyun had beat me to the punch, and was already rubbing at Wiz's clit, making the larger woman moan, her pussy clenching around my cock as she began to slowly rock her ass back and forth. Taking hold of her wide hips, I used my grip on her to set the pace, settling into a nice, easy rhythm that I could maintain for a while without any real difficulty.
Wiz's ass jiggled with every impact of our hips coming together. Her pussy was wet to the point that every thrust filled the room with lewd, wet sounds, above even the normal sounds of two bodies coming together. Her moans, whines, whimpers, and other sounds were music to my ears—that is, when Yunyun didn't decide she would rather kiss Wiz than suck her tits.
As I fucked her, Wiz grew progressively warmer around me and, as she did, I began thrusting harder. Deeper. Until every thrust rocked the bed and sounded like a slap against Wiz's fat, soft ass as I used my grip on her hips to pull her into me as I thrust into her. The head of my cock bottomed out with every thrust and I pushed just a little harder every time it did.
Eventually, Wiz broke Yunyun's lock on her lips. "M-michael, I'm, I'm going to…!"
"Come for me, Wiz," I demanded, feeling my nuts tingle at the thought. I wanted to bury myself inside this tight cunt and fill it with my hot sperm, and filling her up right now sounded great.
"Ahn~! It's coming~!" Wiz yelled as her cunt began to squeeze and flutter around my cock.
I ground myself into her, thrusting harder… and long, warm fingers cupped my balls and gently squeezed. Looking down, I saw Yunyun looking at me with those sexy red, glowing eyes from under Wiz. "Come too, Michael. Fill Wiz up."
"Nng," I groaned, before burying my cock in Wiz and letting go, as Yunyun gently squeezed my balls, feeling like liquid fire was spewing from my cock. Between Wiz's sucking cunt and Yunyun's kneading, I felt like I must have pumped a gallon of sperm into Wiz, before I finally stopped.
"So warm~," Wiz mewled, collapsing on top of Yunyun and hugging the younger girl tightly. The movement dislodged my cock from Wiz's tight pussy and I laid down on my side, eyeing the two women as Wiz kissed Yunyun's face and neck, rubbing her rose against Yunyun and earning a giggle as Yunyun did the same.
"Feel better?" I asked, reaching out and rubbing the older woman's back.
"I feel… amazing! So warm, and full. I haven't felt this good since I was alive," Wiz confessed.
"Good. There's more where that came from."
"…Really?"
"Really!" Yunyun nodded enthusiastically. "You're our friend, Wiz! It, it hurt me to see you suffering like you were. But like this… we can remind you what it's like to live again."
Wiz rolled off to the side, pulling Yunyun with her, until their positions were reversed and Yunyun lay on top of the older woman. "Thank you, both," she murmured, her legs coming up and wrapping around Yunyun's waist. "This means so much to me."
"Hey Wiz," I drew her attention. "Could you be resurrected by a priest?"
"No," she shook her head. "It would take an exceptionally strong arch priest to do it, and there aren't any that strong in Axel. They would probably accidentally destroy me if they tried."
"What about a goddess?"
Wiz giggled. "Do you happen to know one, Michael?"
"I might know of one or two, maybe three," I shrugged. "At least two who could probably do it. If I got one to agree, would you go through with it?"
"Yes!" she nodded, smiling happily. Her hands wandered down to squeeze Yunyun's ass, before pulling it apart. Yunyun moaned, taking hold of Wiz's right breast and sucking her nipple back into her mouth. "Michael~, Yunyun needs attention too! She's all wet and eager down here. You shouldn't keep her waiting!"
Pushing myself back up, I moved around and pressed the head of my cock into Yunyun's fat pussy lips, before hilting myself in one thrust. "You're right, Wiz. But how do you think I should take her? Slow and gentle, or—"
Wiz beamed a smile up at me. "I want to hear her squeal like you did to me."
"M-mi-michael, wa-wa-wait just a moment! We, we haven't done it like thaaAAT!" I smacked Yunyun's ass, before rubbing where I'd just smacked.
"Don't worry, you'll like it."
"Be gentle?"
"Mm… no."
"Eep!"