I had my next target in sight, and that target was none other than Honey.

Playing around with Chloe by acting out all of her cliché manga fantasies gave me an idea for how I could provide the ultimate service for Honey.

Similar to Chloe, Honey was a woman obsessed with Japanese-made stories involving romance, but she cared more about man-on-man romance rather than romance involving a guy and his childhood friend who—for whatever reason—always lost in the game of love. Therefore, if acting out those tropes was what Chloe enjoyed, then it also made sense that Honey would enjoy something similar.

However.

They were still different women. Similar as some of their interests might have been, what was the ultimate fanservice to one could not be applied to both. My wives were not such simple copy-pastes of one another. They were their own people full of depth, complexity, and nuance!

But Honey was still obsessed with men loving men despite all of that.

Therefore, if I truly wanted to make her happy by giving her the ultimate form of fanservice…

I needed to employ the help of somebody else.

After all, Honey was not the kind of woman who imagined herself in the role of those games where men loved one another. No, she simply liked to watch. She was an observer, not a participant, unlike Chloe who wanted to self-insert and be the childhood friend. As far as I was aware, Honey had no desire to be one of the men loving men.

And when it came to acquiring the help of the one wife who I believed could help me with such a delicate matter… as it turned out, it was something of a fantasy of hers that she had been wanting to try but was too embarrassed to bring up to me. That meant I would be getting to fulfill the fantasy of another wife while also giving Honey her ultimate fanservice.

So, with my help being acquired, I went up to where Honey was sitting on her towel watching the waves and said, “Yo.”

“Y-yo?” Honey asked, turning her head to look up at me. Even on the beach, she still looked as fashionable as ever despite clearly not actually meaning to. She just somehow managed to always look both lazy and fashionable. “Isn’t that you and Cami’s thing?”

“Is ‘yo’ only allowed to be used between me and her?”

“No, it’s just… surprising, Muffin.”

“Perhaps it was my intent to surprise you. A good husband must keep his wives on their toes, never letting up in his pursuit to make their every day exciting.”

“I don’t think it’s that dramatic…”

“It is, Honey. It is. For as long as we live, I will guarantee that you never have a boring day! Unless, of course, you want a boring day. You will be allowed to have as many boring days as you want, whenever you want, for however long you want. But when you want excitement, I shall give you excitement.”

Her short little stubby tail wagged a little behind her. It was adorable. She might not have had a long and noticeable tail like… the majority of my other wives, but her tail still tried its hardest to display just as much excitement as theirs could.

And that made me wonder.

Could her tail turn into a wife?

Could every single one of my wives’ tails turn into wives of their own? But then… if the tail of one of my wives turned into another wife, who would presumably have her own tail, then… would the tail’s tail then proceed to become a wife as well? Where would it end? Would a tail’s tail’s tail become a wife? And then a tail’s tail’s tail’s tail?

I began thinking of the word “tail” so much that it no longer sounded like a real word to me. Then again, were any words real words? They were all but constructs of language.

Only one word was truly a word of objective reality.

Only one word was an undeniable truth.

Fluff.

Such a holy, perfect word.

But that was beside the point.

“Muffin… the expression on your face just changed so much that it looked like you went through an entire internal monologue just now,” Honey pointed out.

“All language except fluff is fictional,” I explained. “Anyways, it’s time for your fanservice.”

“Oh! What—what do you have in mind? I… have to admit, I have no idea how you would give me fanservice. I can’t really think of anything I would like out of the ordinary other than… maybe getting to watch yaoi together? But—but I wouldn’t make you watch that with me! Besides… it would be too embarrassing.”

“I have something even better for you.”

Honey blinked a couple of times when she heard that. “Even better?”

“That’s right. Behold!”

I snapped my fingers, causing my assistant to appear to my right.

And to my right… was Vala.

Or rather, Valan.

Valan, who was actually Vala temporarily turned into a man, was the same height as me and still looked pretty much like Vala in every way minus the feminine body. He still had the same length and color of hair as before, the same cute face, the horns and tail and wings—Valan was undeniably Vala, but Valan.

And because we were on the beach, he was only wearing some swimming trunks and an open hoodie, leaving his chest exposed.

For some reason, even though he had the body of a man and no breasts… it still felt lewd to see his nipples out in the open. Not that I cared, but still. I would have expected to not care so long as there were no breasts, but I still did. Valan’s nipples were the exact same as Vala’s nipples. The only difference was that there were no breasts attached.

In that case, if I turned into a woman… would my nipples then become too lewd?

Wait.

If that was the case, then… was nudity of the top of woman’s body extremely overrated? Was it outdated and sexist to judge women and prevent them from walking around topless while men were freely welcome to? Whether Vala was Vala or Valan, the nipples were the same. The only difference was the amount of fat bulging out behind them.

I never cared too much about the nudity debate. I was neutral if anything. Both sides had equal points as far as I was concerned. But now? After seeing Valan?

Nipples were nipples.

If men could walk around with their nipples exposed, then it was only fair that women should be allowed to, too!

However, just because I was fine with my wives now potentially walking around without their nipples covered didn’t mean I was fine with anybody else looking at them. If anybody else looked at my wives with perverse intent, I was still going to punch them in the face, and it wouldn’t be my wives’ fault. They were simply walking around like normal people were allowed to. Anybody who made that lewd was anybody getting my fist to their face.

Me and my fellow wives were the only ones allowed to look at any of them with perverse intent.

“I think he just went through another internal monologue,” Honey said.

“Dedicating so much of himself to fanservice must be wearing his brain down,” Valan said. “At this rate… he might end up going into an entire chapter of nothing but internal monologue. I’m not sure if the readers would love or hate that. But I’d love it.”

Honey, upon hearing Vala talk about her love for me, while as Valan, developed hearts in her eyes and she began to pant. After all, she just saw a man confess his love to another man.

That reminded me of what needed to be done.

I turned to face Valan, grabbed him by one of his horns, and tilted his head back so that I could lean forward and push my lips down against his own. Valan might have been a man, but he was still my wife, and I would do anything with one of my wives, especially when trying to give fanservice to another of my wives.

The things I wouldn’t do during such an occasion could be counted on three and a half fingers.

“Valan,” I said, looking into his eyes as our lips hovered in front of one another’s, “from the moment I’ve laid my eyes on you… I’ve loved you. I can’t resist any longer. The throbbing of my… heart, is too much to bear.” Clearly, I was trying to be as overly dramatic as the men in Honey’s games. “I love you, Valan. And I refuse to ever let you go again.”

Valan, meanwhile, blushed and blinked over and over while having no idea what to say in response. His tail furiously wagged behind him, though, and his wings occasionally fluttered.

“You don’t need to say anything,” I whispered, lowering the volume of my voice to nearly a whisper which allowed me to better listen to Honey’s squealing fangirl sounds. “All you have to do is be mine.”

“D-Drake, I—”

I cut Valan off by pressing my lips against him again, this time with one arm wrapped around him to keep him held close against me.

Meanwhile, Honey was practically bouncing and vibrating where she sat while making all sorts of squealing, excited noises.

She was absolutely adorable and clearly enjoying our show.

Everything that happened after that kiss would probably be better left to the imagination. All that really mattered was that Honey, despite not actually being involved at all, was extremely satisfied and recorded all of it on her phone so that she could relive the experience whenever she wanted as much as she wanted.

Valan, meanwhile, turned back into Vala and disappeared while pure red from embarrassment.

As for me?

I only had one question on my mind.

Was I gay?

Vala, for all intents and purposes, turned into a man in every way. She was, for a short time, a he. Despite being a he, I still kissed him, enjoyed kissing him, still loved him romantically and sexually despite his change of sex, and did that which was best left to imagination with him.

However, did I only do all of that because I knew he was normally a she and would be back to being a she afterward? Even if that was the case, did it still make me gay—or at least, bisexual?

Ultimately, it didn’t matter. I was wifesexual and Vala was my wife whether she was Vala or he was Valan. Part of me was curious about if I could count as gay, bisexual, pansexual, or anything else, but that was purely out or curiosity rather than having a desire to assign any specific label to myself.

Because I already had the only labels that mattered.

Husband. Father. Wifesexual. Gardener. Fluff Master.

I needed no other labels.

Though, I had to admit that there was something I was curious about. After Vala turned into Valan… what if I turned into a woman for some time? What would my name be? If Vala became Valan, would Drake become… Dra—I had no idea.

“Muffin, you’re going through another internal monologue, aren’t you?” Honey asked while sitting on top of my lap.

“You’re pretty good at figuring out when I am,” I replied while petting her head between her ears still.

After all, giving her all the man-on-man fanservice she could want was just part of my fanservice for her. There was more to her than being obsessed with men who loved men. For example, she was still my wife who loved to be personally pampered as much as any of my other wives. I also made sure to snap some muffins with honey drizzled over them into existence for her.

So, Honey got to sit on my lap while eating honey-drizzled muffins as I petted her.

It was basically aftercare to follow up on all the excitement she felt from the show with Valan.

“By the way,” I told her. “We haven’t really done much of anything on our own other than this. We should find some time to have a proper date together. Just between the two of us. Got anything in mind?”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t think I’m interesting enough to take on a date by myself, and I don’t really have any preferences,” Honey replied before chewing on some more muffin.

“I will admit, you don’t exactly have hobbies other than sitting in your tower playing those games. But maybe that’s perfect.”

“How is that perfect?”

“Because it means the two of us could try out a bunch of new hobbies together to see if anything interests you.”

“That… that does kind of sound fun. But what if I don’t find any I like?”

“Then you’ll still have the satisfaction of knowing you’ve tried new things while also getting to spend private time with me.”

Her tiny little stub tail wagged against me when I said that. And because of just how small and thick her tail was while sitting on my lap—well, imagination. “I’d like that,” she said.

“Then we’ll do it sometime soon. You might not give a fuck about a lot, but we’ll find some more things that you do give a fuck about. And if the date plan fails, then give me nine months and I can make sure that you have something you won’t be able to resist giving a fuck about.”

“Nine months? What would take that long?”

“Should I spell it out for you?”

“My brain is mostly thinking about this muffin right now, and it still hasn’t recovered from that show, so…”

“I’m making a reference to having a baby with you. And honestly, unless you want to wait nine months for it to bake in the oven, I could have it pop out of you right away without all the waiting. That’s basically how Luca came to be, I think. And Love.”

Honey went still and silent as soon as she finally understood what I was getting at. “But—but… then… if I have a kid… I can’t enjoy yaoi all the time.”

“Trust me, no matter how many children might end up running around, I’ll make sure that everybody still has all the time they need for their personal interests. Luca being around hasn’t taken any time away from her mother being a degenerate fiend for sexualized PNGs, after all.”

“True… but—but what if I’m not a good mom?”

“If we had a kid, and somebody bullied them, would you punch their bully in the face?”

“Of—of course!”

“Even if their bully was a little kid?”

“Well… I don’t know about punching them, but… I might accidentally kick a ball toward their face… purely by accident.”

“Then you’d be a good mom.”

“Is… is that really the metric used to determine whether or not somebody would be a good mom?”

“It’s what I use to determine if I’m a good parent, so I don’t see why it wouldn’t apply to you as well.”

Honey looked partly concerned, partly amused, partly still aroused, and then all of those parts turned into one big smile as she thought about having a kid together. “I… I better start thinking of names then. I hope I have a girl.”

“Why’s that? Not that I mind.”

“Because if I have a boy… there are too many men I could name him after.”

“Maybe don’t consider naming our potential son after one of the men from your adult games.”

“Maybe… maybe that would be inappropriate. But what if the name is from a character in a game without sex scenes?”

“Then that’s good enough.”

“Alright, that narrows the list down to only a few hundred names if we have a boy!”

Surely enough, in her own way, Honey was just as impressive as any of my other wives.