Two days passed in a blur.
Lys spent most of his time at the new guild building, running errands for Pell, helping sort contracts, and learning the layout of the checkpoint system. Sara and Bezos dropped in now and then, but mostly it was just him.
The work paid nothing yet, but the connections it built were worth more than coin in a village this small. Still, every errand left him feeling small and restless, like he was playing at something bigger than himself.
By late afternoon, he was finally walking home, boots heavy with dust, shoulders tight from carrying crates all day.
He pushed open the gate and stopped dead at the edge of the yard.
Elara and Mitsu hadn't noticed him. They were both on their knees in the garden, bent over a fresh row of seedlings. The afternoon sun had warmed their skin, and thin lines of sweat traced down Elara's neck, disappearing into the loose collar of her dress. Her full breasts pressed against the fabric every time she leaned forward to pat soil into place. Mitsu's thinner dress had ridden up just enough to show the slender curve of her thighs, the hem clinging to the swell of her cute-looking ass as she stretched to reach the next plant.
Lys's mouth went dry.
Almost four days without release. The past two days of constant tension and working hard, no time to even jerk off in the shower, and now this, two beautiful women on their knees in his garden, bodies moving in that soft, natural rhythm, sweat making their clothes stick in all the right places.
His cock twitched hard inside his pants. Heat flooded his groin so fast it almost hurt. He could already imagine sliding behind Elara, gripping those wide hips, or pulling Mitsu's skirt higher and….
He ripped his eyes away, jaw clenched tight.
'Fuck. Get a grip, Lys.'
He didn't say a word to them. Just turned and walked straight into the house, pulse hammering, trying to ignore the heavy ache between his legs that refused to calm down.
Mira's workroom made a clattering sound in the background, metal on metal, like something being fixed. Selene's window stood open upstairs, the curtain drifting in the breeze.
He was sitting at the kitchen table when Selene came down from upstairs, a different book in hand. She stopped in the doorway when she saw him.
"Where were you all day?" she asked.
"Guild." He pulled out the chair across from him. "The vice guild master is coming tomorrow. So, everyone's scrambling to get ready."
She sat. "Are you going to start taking missions from then?"
"Who knows, maybe." He turned his cup slowly. "Pell says I need training first. No experience on record."
"But you have experience hunting, don't you?" she said flatly.
"Not the kind that shows on a guild card."
She studied him for a second, eyes sharp. "I heard the training doesn't take long. Plus, whatever you know is already in you. Even if it's not written down anywhere. So, it shouldn't take much longer for you."
He looked at her, wondering where she had heard it from.
She also looked right back, no softness, just stating a fact she'd heard from Mira about him. Then she opened her book and started reading, still at his table, not going anywhere.
Outside, Elara and Mitsu's voices drifted through the open window. Mira's workroom had gone quiet, which meant she'd either fixed the problem or was about to throw something at the wall, like she usually does if something's not working the way she wants.
Lys stayed sitting for a while. Resting.
The house felt full in a way it never had for his earthly life. This was the happiness he always wanted. Coming from work to these hot women waiting for him.
'Fuck.' He cursed again for thinking about things like these.
He got up suddenly, shocking Selene, who was reading a book beside him. He started to walk toward his room.
Selene asked him where he was going. He just said, "Nature calls."
Which was actually true. He just didn't mention the part that the nature call he was talking about was a little different than what she was imagining.