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What a good girl, I can\'t help but pat her head, which forces my first companion to examine me. "And who the fu-"

"Ladies mustn\'t swear, my adorable samurai." I reprimand her lazily.

"I\'m no one\'s adorable samurai!" She then growls, "You can only be Quinlan… What in the Goddess\'s name happened here?"

I\'m too invested in my Blossom petting session right now so I just summon my [Primordial Breeding Physique] description for her to read.

"What can I say? I\'m a Goddess certified alpha stud now, I suppose? Look how big my precious brother became." I gesture towards my rod proudly.

Ayame is completely flabbergasted so for a moment she loses control over her body and does exactly as instructed and is greeted by my lengthy love lance. When it senses her gaze it twitches energetically, almost as if waving its nonexistent hands at her in greeting.

"Wa-wa-what is this snake monstrosity?!" She cries suddenly.

"That\'s Quinlan Junior, Master\'s greatest treasure! Don\'t badmouth him!" Blossom rushes to my friend\'s rescue, after which she glances down at my member. "And he is not even fully awake now… Blossom welcomed him inside her when he was bigger!"

"Hehehe." I chuckle jovially as I increase the intensity of Blossom\'s head pats. What an absurd situation I\'ve found myself in. A week ago I was a dejected office slave and now I\'ve just finished plowing the most gorgeous and curvaceous girl I\'ve seen in my life and then the one with the most noble, graceful beauty is staring at my half-erect member with wide, unbelieving eyes.

Once again I say a silent prayer of gratitude to whomever or whatever was responsible for my transmigration.

"Don\'t laugh, you womanizer! I can\'t believe you showed this giant thing inside Blossom on her first time! Isn\'t that just cruel?"

Before Blossom could once again defend me I speak up; "weren\'t you outside, listening in on the whole exchange like the sneaky little gremlin that you are? I\'m sure you know exactly just how much she enjoyed my company and how I didn\'t force anything on her. On that note, I must say that I find your actions to be very rude. I might not be bothered by your antics but what about Blossom?

As you said, this was her first time, and you listened in on it. I\'m sure you wouldn\'t appreciate it if your roles were reversed, would you?"

I can tell that Blossom is about to speak up that she doesn\'t mind, which is obvious since she was aware of Ayame\'s presence throughout the whole ordeal, but I\'m in my disciplinary mode at the moment so I put a finger on her lips to silence her.

Ayame glares at my rather smug expression furiously, but slowly, bit-by-bit she becomes more and more apologetic until only shame is written all over her features. "You are right. I\'m so sorry, Blossom."

Hey, where\'s my apology?!

"Blossom doesn\'t mind!" She exclaims, "in fact, Blossom couldn\'t satisfy Master fully so Miss Ayame could continue in her stea-"

"No." She is rudely shot down by my slender partner.

Welp, I appreciate the unexpected wing-woman attempt, Blossom, but this stubborn girl wouldn\'t ever be won over so easily. Otherwise, I would\'ve long since bedded her.

"This room stinks worse than the one we dropped the castrated piglet in!" Ayame exclaims and rushes to the window to open it.

Blossom blinks twice, "Miss Ayame castrated Blossom\'s old master?"

Oh, yeah, we didn\'t give her a detailed report on that yet.

"Hehe! Yeah, I did. He was squealing so much that Quinlan could barely hold him down even after I crippled his limbs. It was a beautiful sight to behold. And please, just call me Ayame. You are only a level below me system-wise and we have the same social rank in both society in general and in this party."

I chime in playfully; "not really, not anymore. How could my simple combat slave and my beloved mate be equal? You better call her Mistress Blossom from now on while you kiss her hand in greeting whenever you cross her path. Or was your father\'s first wife equal in position to his strongest soldier?"

"Hehehe! Blossom is Master\'s mate!" The adorable dog-kin yells blissfully, clearly overjoyed that I would call her as such openly.

Ayame stomps her feet on the ground in annoyance. Both at my joke and how happy Blossom is at the simple fact that I accepted her as my woman publicly.

"Very funny. First of all, my father was not a lecherous pervert who lusted after multiple women. He had no \'first wife\', only a \'wife\'. Second, I guess since I\'m a simple soldier now, the lord will stop lusting after this lowly one, correct?" She gets her spunk back very quickly. She has a way with words, I have to admit.

I could reply with a snarky rebuttal but I don\'t wish to push her any further for now. She is clearly shaken. I\'ve just transformed into a handsome, towering Adonis with an 8 incher all of a sudden and took Blossom\'s innocence in one go, after all. "You win this one." I relent easily just this once.

It\'s not like the airhead Blossom could ever act like a noble princess or my regal samurai would ever act like a lowly servant. I was merely poking fun at her since the beginning.

Ayame once again examines me from head to bottom, this time not getting flustered at the sight of my mighty lady-piercer. "You really do look strange… We will have to give you a haircut. Also, you do know that all of your clothes are useless now, right? The strange ones you cherish so much since you came here in them, as well as your rather expensive Veiled Warrior set."

My blood freezes as my mind stops and I jump up from the bed. "Fuck! My Kobe Black Mambas! No! Goddess, revert me!" Nothing happens. What a complete tragedy.

I shed a tear in grief. Honestly, it really does hurt. I was hoping to be able to enchant those clothes one day so that they don\'t rip easily and then I could wear them whenever I felt like it.

Both girls see my anguish. Ayame, understanding that I\'m sad because I can\'t wear the last mementos of my past life doesn\'t tease me for once and just watches me with a rather understanding expression. Blossom doesn\'t know what has caused my sudden distress but she sits up and hurriedly embraces me from behind and nuzzles her head onto my neck.

"Blossom is here for Master!" She simply states confidently in an attempt to cheer me up.

What a good girl. Feeling her unadulterated love for me exude forth from her entire existence instantly brings her desired outcome to fruition. Who cares about my shitty clothes? I have such a lovely person so devoted to me, how can I get depressed about such minute details?