Him and Eleanor are still lying over the grass by the time Esme comes back with clothes for the two of them.

  Eleanor rises to dress herself, limping slightly as she does so, but Sincir finds that his body is unresponsive... Or rather, quite literally, he can’t bring himself to move.

  “Uhm...” he murmurs once the two of them look at him, realizing he isn’t rising, “Some help? I think I might’ve reached my limit, for today...”

  Eleanor and Esme exchange a look.

  “...What?”

  Beginning to walk on his direction, Eleanor smiles, causing Sincir to grimace.

  “C’mon, are you really still not satisfied after-”

  Crouching by him, she presses a finger against his lips. “Rex, this is for putting you through a hard time today; I’ll actually be gentle this once.”

  Sincir rexes slightly. “Oh... Don’t take too long, because I’m about to fall asleep.”

  Leaning over and pressing her lips against his, Eleanor slowly drags her hand through his abs until it reaches his soft member, beginning to jerk it... As promised, she is gentle, both with her tongue and hand, gradually causing his member to harden once more...

  Sincir only has time to take a brief breath of air once Eleanor pulls away before Esme repces the nephilim’s mouth with hers, instead... Over the the corner of his vision, he can see as the Eleanor begins to leave a trail of kisses over his body, heading toward his sex...

  His vision is all but spinning, and Sincir can’t stop himself from moaning softly once something warm and wet slowly wraps itself around his member, covering it in its entirety.

  Pressing herself against him as they continue to kiss, Esme giggles. “I didn’t know you could beg so well, Sin,” she whispers against his lips, “When I saw you humping the air, I felt so hot I almost ignored Eleanor, so I could take you into my mouth right there and then... And I know that she felt the same, going by the way she looked at you...”

  Sincir grimaces; If they felt so bad for him, they could’ve gotten him off once, before starting this stupid pet py...

  “Don’t be mad... She deserved a nice night after everything she has been through, don’t you think?” Esme continues, finally pulling away from their kiss in order to meet his gaze, her brown eyes gleaming gently once they rest against his, “And it was fun... You have to admit you enjoyed it, at least a little.”

  Sincir averts his gaze from hers... He’d have probably enjoyed it more if he wasn’t so pent up, but he doesn’t deny Eleanor has talent as a bully. Like he told her, he doesn’t mind being on the receiving end of things, so long as she understands he’ll probably snap if she takes things too far.

  For him, it is not a choice to do it, but that his memories of his time as a sve eventually overtake everything else, leaving only a bottomless pit of anger, whenever he is put in a situation where he is hopeless, then pushed to his limit...

  It is not as bad now as when he was still Varzath, but it still happens.

  “Don’t be like this...” Esme says, and Sincir feels something warm over his nipple as she takes it into her mouth, followed by a ticklish sensation, causing by her breathing, once she continues to speak, “We both could tell you tried your best to endure, which is why El is sucking you off right now...”

  Eleanor suddenly increases the speed of her blowjob, taking his member even deeper, and Sincir moans, arching his back slightly...

  ...Damn it, he is so tired he can’t even control his reactions at the moment; Stopping himself from falling asleep is about all he can manege.

  “You were so cute as a dog... Will you be mad if I say I wish I could keep cute dog Sin forever? I’d be nice to you, and I’m sure we’d end up mating several times a day...”

  Sincir groans. “I’ll be a dog for you whenever, love,” he manages to whisper hoarsely, having to force his tired brain to work in order to do so, “But not for more than a couple of hours at a time... And you better not be lying about the gentle part, like a certain someone.”

  As her gaze meets his, Esme’s eyes widen slightly, then she smiles. “Could I walk you and Collin...?”

  In spite of his exhaustion, Sincir grimaces. “Greedy as usual... You’d have to convince Collin, but it’ll probably make him happy to see me in a degrading position for once, so sure, why not?”

  Esme bites her lower lip. “El? Move over a bit for me, okay?”

  Once Esme begins to move down as well, Sincir groans... Then, he feels the night’s breeze over his member as Eleanor pulls away from it, followed by twin warm sensations on either side of it, running down its length... Sincir moans, shuddering as he inadvertently curls his toes...

  Staring at the starry sky above through his swimming vision, Sincir hears Esme giggling while feeling her breathing over his member.

  “Look, El, it’s throbbing so cutely... Is that our fault...?”

  “Shut up and suck, you nympho... Do you have any idea how much my fucking ass hurts right now?”

  “Hum... You know healing magic, don’t you..? I’ll lick it for you ter until it fells nice and warm, so hang in there for now...”

  Lords, these two are still going to be the death of him...

  “...Speaking of which, help me turn him over, will you?”

  ...Fuck, why can’t they just-

  Suddenly, Sincir watches his world being turned over, finding himself facing the grass instead of the sky, as his ass is raised and his now hanging member grabbed; He’d have compined, but what leaves his mouth instead is a soft groan once it begins being pumped over.

  “El! You could’ve been nicer!”

  “Tell that to my ass.”

  Esme groans. “You know this is why he is so hard on you, right? You never let anything go...”

  “Ass or cock, nympho? I can feel he is ready to ready to blow, so-”

  “Hey, El, you know what? Why don’t you try being the bitch, for once?”

  Sincir suddenly feels something warm against his ass, and being now in a position to at least see them through the corner of his vision, he realizes Esme has grabbed Eleanor’s head and pushed it against him.

  As he watches, Esme pulls down Eleanor shorts with her free hand, before immediately sticking two fingers all the way into the nephilim’s visibly drenched sex and begging to thrust them back and forth, fast and hard.

  “And don’t forget to lick while you’re at it!”

  Of course, Eleanor is stronger than Esme, and not by just a small margin, but if her quivering legs are anything to go by, the librarian’s fingers might be feeling a tad too good for her to argue at the moment...

  Feeling her tongue beginning to move against his asshole, Sincir chuckles mentally; Heh, it serves her right...

  Unfortunately, his happiness is short lived, ending the moment Eleanor begins to jerk his member once more, now much faster than before...

  With her tongue entering his asshole at the same time, curling his toes and arching his back is all Sincir can do in order to stop himself from humping the air pathetically...

  Needless to mention, he doesn’t st much in such circumstances, almost immediately beginning to shoot his seed over the grass beneath his body...

  Sincir feels his eyes rolling to the back of his head, but he manages to remain conscious, just barely, as he watches Eleanor also reaching her own orgasm under Esme’s finger-fucking...

  A couple of moments ter, once everything is over, with both him and Eleanor breathing heavily, the nephilim slowly pulls her face out of his ass, blue eyes moving toward a now paled Esme, standing next to her.

  Under Eleanor’s cold eyes, Esme steps back, ughing awkwardly as she does so. “H-hey, El... No hard feelings, right?”

  “...Go grab me a piece of cloth, some water, and a towel,” Eleanor orders, her voice carefully even.

  Esme quickly nods, immediately turning on her heels as she does so, and beginning to walk away, her steps hurried-

  “Esme?” Eleanor calls, causing the short girl to freeze.

  “...Does it help if I say that I’m really sorry?”

  “No. But... It does help that your tongue and my ass have an encounter scheduled for ter. Until I’m feeling nice and warm, was it...? It might take a while.”

  Esme sighs, her shoulders dropping. “Yes, Ma’am... I’ll be right back, and I’ll have my tongue ready.”

  As Esme walks away, Eleanor shakes her head and turns him over, much more gently this time around.

  Being finally able to see her face properly, Sincir gres at her.

  “What? It’s like she is asking to be bullied... You can’t bme me for taking on an offer she has made herself.”

  He sighs. “I know I’ve already told you this, but py nice with her...” Sincir murmurs tiredly, “Esme is a cool girl, and she was the one who restored that book I gave you; It took her a couple months of side work to do it, and she didn’t even charge me for it.”

  Eleanor blinks, frowning. “We’ve been living together for almost a week... You could’ve told me earlier.”

  “I forgot... And besides, you need to learn how to treat people better. I’m not asking you to become a different person, but I know you have it in you to act mature, at least, instead of being a petty bitch at every given opportunity.”

  Eleanor presses her lips together, the groans, averting her gaze from his. “I have tried, ever since...!”

  Stopping mid-sentence, she grimaces, upset looking, and Sincir blinks.

  Well... He has to admit she has made an effort to be mature recently, so perhaps he is being a little too harsh on her, as usual.

  “Look... I can barely put my thoughts together right now, so I’m sorry if I was a little too rough... I guess I always expect you to be so much, because of the potential I see in you, and sometimes I forget you’re only nineteen... It’s my job as the teacher to teach you these things, and to make sure you are true to yourself, if nothing else. I know you’re jealous of Esme, and that’s why you’re so hard on her; But if you could look past that for a second, you might see that she has been trying to grow closer to you, in her own way, ever since she started living here.”

  Eleanor throws him a sidelong look. “...Talent?”

  Sincir groans. “Eleanor, is that really the only part of what I said that you heard?”

  She sighs, her expression now serious looking as she turns to face him directly once more. “No... I know Esme has been trying to approach me this whole time. It is not only when you’re around that she does it...”

  Sincir snorts. “Oh, right; She was painting your nails earlier... She must admire you a lot.”

  “I suppose...” Eleanor continues, “But the problem is, I might be even worst than her at building retionships... I see people as better or worse than me, and I hate them for having things I don’t, or I pity them for being pathetic... There is no in-between, and I just feel things so strongly all the time...”

  Sincir sighs. “Your heavenly heritage, again... I’m starting to think it might be more of a curse, at this point.”

  Eleanor lowers her gaze, but she doesn’t deny it.

  “Still, you don’t need to worry so much, Eleanor...” Sincir continues, “Even if you’re terrible at making friends, and even if you push everybody away.. As long as you have that nice ass of yours, I’m probably always going to be chasing after you, one way or another.”

  Her widening slightly, Eleanor’s gaze snaps in his direction, and she snorts. “My nice ass which you tore a hole through tonight... You’ll be lucky if I ever let you touch it again, you bastard sex demon.”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Then I guess you don’t want the tongue worshiping I was going to offer as an apology, in Esme’s pce...?”

  She blinks, then bites her lower lip. “Listen, this is bad, Sincir... If things continue like this, all we’ll ever do is fuck, and you still have a kingdom to build. We’re barely doing our night training anymore, and Ena has already skipped it several times.”

  Realizing she is right, Sincir grimaces. “Fuck, you’re not wrong... How was she, by the way?”

  “I tried talking to her, but she ignored me... I guess she is still upset about what happened this morning.”

  Staring at her exasperatedly, Sincir shakes his head. “Can you bme her? You were pretty rough, even if I understand why you did it...”

  “She needs to learn how to fight for the things she wants, or she’ll always be miserable,” Eleanor counters, “Even if I am the one she ends up fighting.”

  Sincir sighs, but he can’t deny there is some truth to what she said...

  At this point, Esme returns with the things Eleanor asked her to bring, interrupting their conversation.

  Having had a little of his energy restored, Sincir menages a sitting position, groaning as he forces his exhausted body to move.

  “You start work again tomorrow, don’t you?” Eleanor asks Esme as the shorter girl pces a bucket of water near the two of them.

  Esme smiles. “Sure do! I can’t wait to go back... Even if the thought of getting up in the morning every day causes me shivers, and I’m not exactly happy about all of those vampires sleeping underneath me as I work...”

  “You’ll do fine,” Sincir reassures her, “Your spare boyfriend will be there to protect you, remember?”

  Eleanor snorts, having obviously been in the room st night when the conversation happened, and Esme grimaces.

  “I’m such a dumbass...” she murmurs, “It was only by morning that I realized how bad what I said was. Collin is an angel for not having snapped at me yet, considering everything I’ve put him through.”

  “If you had ever met an angel, you wouldn’t say that,” Sincir points out as Eleanor grabs the piece of cloth, wetting it, and begins to wipe his skin with it.

  ...And besides, Collin is a nice guy, but not that nice; Rather, he is unlucky enough to be a man in love with a girl who doesn’t love him back, at least not yet, and Sincir has simply been taking advantage of the situation to further his own goals...

  ...What, him, a bad guy? Naw, he is only doing the necessary in order to acomplish his goals, and Collin wasn’t particur happy before they met anyway, so it’s not like he is ruining the guy’s life...

  ...Okay, fine, he’ll think about convince Eleanor to fuck him; Happy, consciousness? Stupid bleeding heart?

  “...prepare a bath for the two of us while I put Sincir to sleep upstairs,” Eleanor is saying once Sincir begins to pay attention the two of them again, turning toward him as she continues, “I got to train yesterday, kind of, but you didn’t, so you should do it tonight... Don’t worry about anything other than exhausting your mana; I’ll carry you up.”

  Sincir sighs, and he does think that he has pushing himself enough tely to not need extra training, but fuck it, he might as well...

  Forcing his tired brain to work, he activates a strength buff as Eleanor continues to clean him, and Esme heads out to prepare a bath for the two of them...

  Since his body was starting to itch all over because of the grass, he is grateful she thought of doing this for him...

  “Raise your ass from the grass, idiot, don’t you see I’m trying to get to it?”

  ...Then again, it was her own fault he end up covered in grass to begin with.

  “What are you acting all shy for? It’s not like I haven’t seen it...”

  Reminded of all the things she had Esme and him do, Sincir grimaces. “Erase those memories; Tonight didn’t happen.”

  Eleanor snorts. “As if I could ever forged what it feels like to have a couple worshiping my feet together...”

  Ugh.

  “Fine... But be warned, I’ll be mad if you tell anybody it happened.”

  Eleanor rolls her eyes. “Why the fuck would I? And to who? Stop whining and give me your foot.”

  Feeling his mana is about to reach exhaustion, Sincir does so... Still, even as it happens, the vision of Eleanor wiping his foot makes him think of everything they’ve done tonight again, and he feels his cheeks burning slightly...

  She better not tell anybody...

  “Hey, what were you about to tell me earlier? You said something started making you want to try.”

  Eleanor doesn’t raise her gaze meet his, maintaining her focus on her task. “Right... It was my birthday, st year. You and Ena prepared a surprise birthday party, and you even bought a cake for me... That night, I cried myself to sleep, and I couldn’t continuing pretending I didn’t care about the two of you anymore, so I swore to myself that the next morning I’d treat you better, or at least try to... I’m sorry that I’m not very good at it.”

  Sincir is shocked she’d admit this much, honestly. He remembers that night, and she went to sleep earlier, ciming she wasn’t feeling very well...

  Feeling his limit approaching, Sincir groans as he body begins to shake...

  “...Sincir?”

  Blinking, Sincir realizes he must’ve passed out for a moment, because Eleanor is now behind him, holding his body against her chest, and the familiar headache induced by mana exhaustion makes his head throb slightly.

  He tries to tell her to help him put on the clothes Esme brought, but his mouth doesn’t work, and Eleanor is already rising with him, princess-style...

  This motherfucker, she could at least piggy-carry him instead!

  Ah, he is too fucking tired too care...

  The trip up is all but a fsh of different images for him, and Sincir only comes to himself again once Eleanor pces him over the bed, briefly locking her lips against his as she does so.

  “...I thought you had already fallen asleep,” she murmurs once the kiss is over and their eyes meet.

  “Can’t... Stupid headache...”

  Eleanor smiles sadly. “Right... Listen, we’ll talk about it tomorrow, but I’m not apologizing to either of you, so don’t even try...”

  Sincir blinks. Is this about their py tonight? She doesn’t need to apologize, really...

  “Oh, and tell her this is st time I’m ever helping her on this,” Eleanor continues, “And that if she is still too much of a pussy to go for it, then from now on, I’ll do my best to make sure she is the one sleeping by herself... I never liked to share, anyway.”

  Having said as much, Eleanor smiles and straightens herself, heading for the door before Sincir has a chance to ask what in the fuck she is on about...

  He hears as she leaves the room, staring at the ceiling meanwhile.

  In the end, she left him naked... Would it be too much for her to have covered him with a bnket, at least?

  Something feels wrong, but Sincir can’t put his finger on it... Or rather, his thoughts are a scattered mess at the moment.

  Salmorol would be mad at him for having pushed himself this far... And his human body is far more fragile than Varzath’s was, as well... He really hopes he doesn’t catch a cold from this... Fuck, couldn’t she have at least put a damn bnket on top of him?!

  Once Sincir hears a door opening, he does his best to turn over and gre at it, ready to tell Eleanor she is a-

  But Eleanor is not the one he spots at the entrance, frozen, and still with one foot on the outside of the room.

  “...Ena? Do you need something?”

  Ena’s green-leaf eyes slowly move throughout his body, gleaming almost feverishly, before stopping once they meet his. “Well, considering you’re lying naked on my bed... Am I not the one who should be asking that?”

  Sincir blinks, and at this moment, he finally realizes what felt wrong; The rune he drew in Esme’s ceiling is nowhere to be found in this one, although the room itself felt familiar somehow... As it should, since he spent the past two years sharing it with Ena.

  “Is this another of your weird sexual pys...? No, you know what? It has been a long day, and I don’t really care about your bullshit right now,” Ena says as she steps aside and points toward the corridor, her expression carefully neutral once she averts her eyes from him and continues, “Just get out so that I can go to sleep.”

  Understanding what Eleanor meant now, Sincir grimaces. “Sorry, Ena, but I can’t...”

  Ena presses her lips together, and even through his slightly swimming vision, Sincir can tell she is shaking slightly.

  “You can’t? You can’t?” she murmurs, still pointing at the corridor as she shifts her now incensed eyes toward him once more, “Is that a fucking... Wait, are you mana exhausted?”

  Seeming to realize his predicament, Ena’s eyes widen, and then her expression darkens.

  “Then... Who put you here...? Actually, on another thought, there is really only one option, isn’t there?”

  Ena ughs humorlessly, finally lowering her arm as she does so, before turning toward the door and closing it, key and all.

  Sincir blinks. “...Ena?”

  She doesn’t answer. Instead, she remains with her hand against the handle for a moment, softly hitting her forehead against the door while taking a deep breath.

  “What the fuck is her deal, anyway... Why couldn’t she had just left it alone...?”

  “Ena?” Sincir calls again, “Look, I’ll talk with Eleanor ter... She is clearly crossing the line...”

  Slowly, Ena turns to stare at him, except, instead of finding his eyes, her gaze falls over his exposed member, her expression one of half tired acceptance, half curiosity.

  Sincir blinks. “Ena, you can hear me, right? I’m not just imagining myself talking...?”

  Releasing of the handle, Ena begins to approach the bed.

  Sincir grimaces; Were him capable of doing so, he’d have moved away.

  “Ena, c’mon, just talk with me for a second... Ena? Ena, what are you-”

  Having climbed over the bed and pced her hand over his mouth, Ena stares into his eyes from so close their noses nearly touch, leaf-green eyes gleaming dangerously.

  “Hey, Sin... Tell me, what am I to you?”

  Sincir tries to speak in spite of her hand, but realizes he can’t.

  “No, you don’t need to say anything... I know it already. Eleanor has potential. Eleanor is special. Eleanor is hot... I’m just the kid you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore. The kid who was so pathetic even a demon felt sorry for her... And I thought I was fine with that. I thought I could live with it, because she’d never... She’d never have you.”

  Ena takes a deep, irregur breath, her expression growing darker by the second.

  “Say, how stupid do you think I am? We were still in that boat, five years ago, when Eleanor expined to me what an incubus is, and what they do... Say, when I jumped in bed with you for the first time, do you think it never crossed my mind what might happen...? But then you acted like it was just normal to sleep together, and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything... You’d avert your eyes if I changed in front of you, and you’d ugh if I said we should bath together, like I was telling some sort of joke...”

  ...Ah.

  Seeing the realization on his face, Ena ughs, bitter and incredulously.

  “I tried... I tried for five years... But Eleanor takes you to her room once, and two days ter, she is your fucking girlfriend...? I started treating you as a brother because I thought that was what you wanted... You treated me like a little sister, and I didn’t want to be one making things awkward in between us... Because I’d rather have you as a brother, than as nothing at all.”

  At this point, it might be a good thing she is covering his mouth, because, otherwise, Sincir has no idea what he would say.

  Sorry for missing what apparently were years of flirting? Doesn’t seem to cut it, unfortunately.

  “And you know what, Sin? Fuck you. I get why you’d choose Eleanor over me... And if you had started a retionship only with her, I might’ve even been able to accept it, though it’d have killed something in me. But no... You go around town, fucking anything with a pussy... You get home to have foursomes... You finally started acting like a sex demon over this past week... BUT YOU COULDN’T BOTHER TO TOUCH ME, WHEN I WAS SLEEPING HALF-NAKED NEXT TO YOU, TWO WEEKS AGO?! AM I THAT UNATTRACTIVE?!” Ena screams.

  Now with tears streaming down her face, she clenches her teeth.

  “I wish I could bring myself to hurt you... But I know that I can’t. And I know that, with this, everything in between us is over... There is no way I can live in this house, hearing Eleanor cumming every other fucking hour, while I’m trying to sleep; Genuinely, I hope you make her happy, but if a marriage ever happens, do me a favor? Don’t send me a fucking invite. It’ll spare me the trouble of burning-”

  Gathering what little energy he has left, Sincir bites her hand, causing her to move it away with a yelp, then grabs her shirt, pulling her toward him and locking his mouth against hers.