Wasn’t This a Night Game

Sensory Sharing

The twins, who knocked me down, began to lick my body simultaneously.

Almene began to intensely explore my lips, and Iomene cautiously headed between my legs.

“This is… the Saint’s…”

Iomene, gazing at my *thing* with a curiosity-filled expression, then cautiously started to lick it.

A clumsy act, devoid of even a single degree of skill, but that, if anything, made me even more aroused.

Iomene licked and licked, until she apparently couldn’t stand it any longer, and started to undress me.

The *shirr* of fabric, the sound of flesh on skin, landed er*tically in my ears.

And then, fully undressed, she looked down at me.

Iomene gave a bashful smile.

“Don’t worry, Saint. I already got permission from Papa and Mama. So…we’re going to do it.”

Permission?

They actually acknowledged this act?

Seeing my expression, Almene giggled and hugged me.

“Did you think we’d try to do something like this without permission? They both gave it. They didn’t exactly reject you, Saint.”

…These sly vixens.

They really planned this whole thing out, huh?

I chuckled softly.

“Alright, Iomene. Go ahead.”

Slowly, with a heart-pounding expression, Iomene guided my *thing* to the opening between her legs.

My glans found its place softly against her hole, and Iomene, with a slightly trembling expression, began to lower her hips.

“Oof!…Ah♥”

Iomene’s body shuddered.

And at the same moment.

“Ah♥… Wa-wait… a little.”

Almene trembles too.

A wicked thought bloomed at the sight.

After turning up Almene’s sensitivity, I shifted my hand between her legs.

And slowly.

I fiddled, then pushed my fingers inside her sopping wet h*ole.

“Euhh♥”

As Almene moaned, Iomene, as if feeling the sensation, shivered.

And…

It went wrong.

Iomene, unable to withstand the sudden rush of pleasure, lost her strength for a moment and slumped, collapsing downward with all her weight.

Naturally, my thing, docked as it was, drove deeply, all the way inside Iomene.

“Ahht♥”

“Ah♥”

Iomene throws her head back and trembles.

Almene too, clutches her stomach and curls into herself.

“It… hurts.”

Hearing their trembling voices, I tried to quickly stand up, but Almene stops me.

She, teary-eyed, kisses me directly.

“Keep… going… please.”

Almene begged, her voice trembling.

I nodded.

Adjusting my position, shifting Iomene beneath me, I began to move slowly, back and forth, careful not to hurt her.

Blood, mixed with sticky fluids of passion, began to flow.

With each thrust.

“Ah♥ Th-there… ugh♥”

“G-good♥”

Both women started moaning in unison.

Becoming more interesting to watch.

While rocking my hips atop Iomene’s body, I slipped my hand between Almene’s legs.

“How does it feel? This shared sensation?”

At my words, Almene simply collapsed, leaning against my shoulder, moaning and panting.

“Strange… it’s… strange.”

“How so?”

“Your fingers and *there*… it’s all… felt at the same time… Ahh♥ Kyaaht♥ E-Erpa, Milord?”

Almene, moaning as she felt both my fingers and *it*, suddenly cried out.

Erpa, who had been collapsed just moments before, embraced Almene from behind, smiling.

“Mind if I lend a hand? Amael?”

Couldn’t hurt.

I nodded. With that, Erpa’s four hands slowly delved into Almene’s body.

“Erpa-nim?! Wait, don’t… Mmm♥”

“Just now. You dared to play with my armpits, didn’t you? I have to repay you, wouldn’t you agree?”

Erpa smiled, moving her arms.

Three hands softly caressed Almene’s breasts, while the last arm went down, fiddling with Almene’s clitoris.

And the last remaining arm lifted her right arm, exposing Almene’s armpit.

Then, Erpa, with a hint of spite, began to suck and lick her armpit.

“Th-The stimulation… Haa♥”

“D-Don’t know this… I-It’s strange♥”

Iomene and Almene trembled at the same time.

Their simultaneous cries of pleasure were too stimulating.

And each time, the pressure of her tightly constricting honeypot was so intense, I couldn’t hold on for long either.

“Ugh♥”

Feeling my semen surge and pour into her, Iomene instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

“Aht♥”

“Oh my.”

Almene, tormented by Erpa, also reached her peak, spurting her juices at the same time.

For a moment, we trembled together. Iomene, Almene, and I shared the sensation of climax for a long time.

And after a long time of pouring my semen inside her, I was finally able to pull away from Iomene.

But there was no time to rest.

“Cheap…”

Almene throws herself at me, face still flushed with lingering afterglow.

She pushes me back, laying me down.

She kisses me roughly, urgently.

Then pleads.

“Do it… to me too. Put it in me, too.”

At her words, I caress Almene’s cheek and smile.

“I’ll give you what you want.”

She’s already soaked through, foreplay is a needless thing.

I enter Almene.

“Ah♥”

“Hngh♥”

Again, both sisters, Iomene and Almene, cry out in unison.

A beloved moan.

*

Erpa, this time, torments Iomene instead.

“N-no, not there!! Not there! Erpa… ungh♥ N-no… aah♥”

Erpa puts her four arms to *very* good use.

Touching multiple spots at once, the Princess can’t hold on.

Iomene, already close from before, comes again, and Almene, sharing her sensations, crests right along with her.

It felt like the two of them, their peaks echoed each other, reverberating, building an even greater pleasure.

Seeing Iomene’s drooping, glazed eyes, I thought she was cute, and gave her a soft kiss. And me, after spilling all I had inside Almene, kissed her too, and laid her gently down.

I was getting a little tired myself by now, so I sprawled out. And at the same moment, three women clung to me.

Iomene and Almene on either side of me.

And Erpa, going on top of me, let me use her thighs as a pillow.

The scent of skin.

The smell of sweat.

And the three women smiling at me.

Paradise.

There couldn’t be a greater paradise than this in the whole world.

“Weren’t we too clumsy?”

Almene, pressed against my right side, asked with worry.

I let out a hollow laugh at her words.

“Don’t worry. I was clumsy too.”

I’ve never done it with a woman either.

Today was the first time.

At my words, the three women embraced me like I was precious.

Wow.

Six breasts and eight arms touching my body all at once, it feels really…

Strange.

And my heart felt so…fuzzy.

Good feelings.

Comfort.

Like the taut string of a bow, my weary mind finally knew ease, for the first time.

“Thank you. All of you.”

The three women laugh at my words.

“We’re the grateful ones.”

“For forgiving us.”

“For accepting us.”

They hug me tight.

“We know there will be hard things ahead.”

“That Saintess will have to keep fighting the wicked. We know that well.”

“Don’t try to bear everything alone. We’re here. So… if it gets too hard, it’s okay to let go sometimes. You understand?”

The words of the three almost make me burst.

Yeah.

I should do this sometimes.

How long am I gonna keep running, exhausted and beat down?

That’s not it.

No matter how you slice it, that wasn’t it at all.

Maybe this was the first time I’d felt happiness since being reincarnated in this world.

“They scold me for not making prophecies.”

They fear heavenly punishment for impersonating a saint.

Pushing people away, afraid they’ll become unhappy because of my ominous predictions…

And after pushing them away, it eventually, though somewhat forcibly, ended up like this.

Comfortable.

And happy.

As my heart eased, my body naturally followed suit, becoming comfortable too.

“Oh my.”

“Good heavens.”

“Saint. You’ve got real stamina, huh?”

My son started to subtly get up again.

Being erected so blatantly in this situation, I was starting to feel a little self-conscious.

Erpha, as if she’d made a decision, quietly stood and snapped her fingers.

A small bottle appeared in her hand.

“It’s oil. Some call it anointing oil.”

She looked at me shyly.

“Just in case…it was one of the things I prepared. Would… would you like to try it?”

Good!

I nodded and she spread her two left arms, applying the oil from the bottle to the armpits between them.

Hesitating, faltering for quite some time, she finally opened her mouth with an expression of great resolve.

“Ahem, Erpa’s armpit p*ssy…please, use it. Amiel.”

A look of shame, wanting to die.

Self-loathing plastered across her face even after saying it.

And yet, that was also intensely arousing.

I stood, as if possessed, and brought my thing to the space between her arms, her armpit.

Erpa squeezed her arms together, as if delighted.

The slick, slithering feel of oil.

And the sensation of both arms compressing at once…

This grip is something else.

Before I knew it, I was rubbing, crazed with excitement.

“That’s not fair.”

“We want some too.”

Iomene and Almene charged at us.

Almene slipped behind Erpa and took my glans, the part rubbing between her armpits, into her mouth, while Iomene pressed against my back and began gently nibbling my ear.

My body felt like it was melting.

I couldn’t hold on.

I came violently, and Almene, who had been sucking my glans from behind Erpa, caught all of my semen in her mouth.

Almene, mouth full of semen, cautiously swallowed it all.

Iomene shuddered at the act, then saw my flushed face and grinned sheepishly.

“Saint. Do you like it so much that a girl who hasn’t even had her coming-of-age ceremony for a month is swallowing your thing?”

Alright. Fucking alright, this.

When I just nod, dumb, the two sisters explode in laughter, tackling me.

Before I can blink, Iomene has the perfume Erpa was holding in her hand.

“Erpa got a turn, so now it’s ours.”

They press their chests together.

And pour the oil right down into the space between.

Then, both sisters blush red at the same time, looking up at me.

“Armpit p*ssy’s been used…”

“Wanna use boob p*ssy too? Saint?”

They say it, then hang their heads, embarrassed, like.

This is real.

Fucking hot as hell.

“Where’d you learn such filthy talk!”

“J-just copying what Erpa said… Eeeeek!”

Like there’s a reason to refuse. I lunge for them, jamming myself right in.

Rubbing hard between those twins, their tits the same shape, the same everything, and it ain’t long before the come starts building again.

Almene, quick as a whip, sees I’m gonna blow, and takes my head in her mouth again, catching all the juice.

But seems like she saw I liked swallowing, ’cause she’s got another idea brewing.

“Bleeeh.”

Iomene goes down on Almene, opens her mouth, and Almene dribbles some of the cum she’s been holding right into her mouth.

The two of them, just like that, shared my seed, swallowed it down slowly with kisses.

I stood there, dumbstruck, watching that scene unfold – a scene so impossibly arousing it hurt – and the twins giggled.

“Saint. Glad you like it.”

“So, men like this sort of thing? Swallowing something so…fishy and bitter…makes us…pretty?”

“Pretty. How could it not be?”

At my words, the twin sisters moved toward me again, a sly attempt at another kiss, but then—

“Let’s wash. I sweated too much, I’m a little tired.”

Erpa offered the sensible suggestion.

It was true; we were all sticky with sweat.

“We’ll wash with Saint!”

“Yes, let’s!”

And so, we all went to the bath together to cleanse.

After a quick shower, the twins ran to the bed, tidying up haphazardly.

Erpa, wrapped in a bathrobe, came to me.

“You were just with the Princesses, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then…now it’s my turn. That alright?”

Her eyes, filled with a subtle, lustrous light.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her words.

I approached Erpa and kissed her.

She didn’t refuse.

She was happy.

It was the very isekai harem I’d dreamed of.

‘Thank you, Gigachad.’

I quietly offered my thanks to Gigachad, who’d pushed me on, past my final hesitation.

Yeah.

I’d done the right thing, it seemed.