Come to think of it, it’s been quite a while since I’ve properly had sex with Ceres.

Even the last time I slept with her was when I’d shared it my bed with all three of my wives. Unlike my other two wives, Ceres had been really withdrawn at that time because she was uncomfortable with sleeping with girls. While Phobos and Deimos had taken up most of mine and each other’s attention, Ceres had been neglected. If I recall correctly, she hadn’t even taken off her blouse.

Nope. This wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all.

Coiling my arms around her back, I wrapped her in my embrace, trapping her arms in between our chests. Leaning my head down, I stole her lips. Laying her palms flat on my pecs, she responded intensely to my kiss.

Slowly sliding her palms over my chest, she grasped my shoulders before moving them up behind my neck, finally entangling her fingers in my hair. I returned the favour by keeping her pressed up against me with one hand while with the other, I made a claw and ran my nails up her spine, causing her to shudder and moan into my mouth as her tails lashed agitatedly.

We separated our lips, leaving a glistening thread of saliva suspended between them.

Her large eyes seemed to glimmer behind her glasses. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, with one hand I reached up and took off her glasses, folding them and putting them aside. She wouldn't be needing them tonight.

I felt her breath hitch in anticipation as my hand moved towards her hakama.

“Wait.” She said softly and I paused my movements, looking at her inquiringly.

Averting her eyes, she slid out of my grasp and moved to sit down on the bedroll, facing me in seiza. She kept her eyes on her lap as she held her lapels together with her hands.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, concerned by her behaviour.

“Umm… well. I just…”

Frowning, I reached out and raised her chin with a finger under it so she had to look me in the eye. “What is it? Tell me.”

“Aah… my chest.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

My eyes widened. “Oh! I’m so sorry. Your injury! I clear forgot about it. Is it fine? That Doppelganger didn’t do anything weird to you, did it?”

“Oh no, no, no…” she denied hastily, waving her palms. “It’s nothing like that. I’m fine. Much better than before, actually. The Doppelganger healed all my wounds. It made my heart its nest but after it dissipated, the mana residue was enough to fully heal me. There are no complications at all.”

“Uh…” I scratched my head in confusion. “Then what’s the problem. You aren’t in the mood?”

“I am!” she exclaimed before blushing down to her neck in embarrassment. Looking down at her lap, she muttered, “I am.”

“Then?”

“Uuu..” groaning loudly, she looked up at me with flashing eyes and shouted loudly. “It’s my chest, you big dummy. It’s flatter than a chopping board. That idiot cat healed me but it didn’t want to ‘waste’ its mana so it left out the fat since it was ‘unnecessary’. Happy!?”

Then she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away with puffed up cheeks. I picked myself up from the bed as I had tumbled backwards at her sudden tirade. My eyes were inevitably drawn to her chest. Now that she mentioned it…

“You can't look!” she exclaimed and turned her back to me, her four tails fanning out to hide her figure.

I ran my hand through my hair helplessly with a wry smile on my face. “Yeah. You don’t have to worry about that, girl. I don’t care much for your looks.”

She whipped around at that. “What do you mean you don’t care much for my looks?”

Immediately realizing the error in my wording, I hastily placated her, “No. I meant that I don’t much care what any of my women look like now. Obviously looks are important. But only for a good first impression. See, the Duchess is one of the most beautiful women I have seen but I wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot-pole if she stripped and lay down in front of me. in fact, I’d attach a spear-tip to the pole and stab her with it. You, Phobos, Deimos, even if something happened and you lost your beauty, I would still see you the same. So, no need to feel self-conscious about it, yeah?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“Then why were you neglecting me that day when all three of us were there with you?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

I could feel cold sweat beading on my forehead. ‘How the fuck am I supposed to answer this question?’

“Umm… uhh… the thing is.” I stumbled over my words.

Suddenly Ceres burst into a fit of laughter. “Ahahaha… ha. Oh. Your face just now. Haha.” she managed to say while clutching her stomach. Straightening up after reining in her mirth, she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Thanks. I won't care about it anymore,” she said warmly.

Then standing up, she undid the knot in her obi and slipped off her hakama, revealing herself to me in all her naked glory. Even in the darkness of the tent, the sight of her was breath-taking, driving my discontent at being made fun of right out of my mind.

Her pearlescent skin, so unlike either Phobos’ pale complexion or Deimos’ healthy tan, seemed to glow in the limited light as I admired her figure.

Her slender legs led to wide hips, leaving a visible gap between her thighs. The outline of her body curved inwards at her waist, moved along the gentle curve of her ribs and ended in narrow shoulders, giving her frame a delicate cast. The change in her chest size meant that her figure now had a boyish charm. Combined with her elfin face, twitching fox ears and large eyes, framed by her four swinging furry tails, this new Ceres made my heartbeat accelerate.

But… But there was something bothering me. A slight flaw in something perfect.

“Ceres,” I said seriously.

“Yes?” she asked, straightening up subconsciously at my tone of voice.

“Do you trust me?”

Her expression grew firm. “With my life!” she exclaimed.

“Then… let me cut your hair.”

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“What!?”