Aiden let out a sigh of relief. 'This was a good beginning.'
Seeing Aiden eat so heartily, Jeanne pushed a portion of red wine beef stew she had made in front of him.
"Try this, this is a timing dish."
Burgundy red wine beef stew was a classic French dish, usually needing several hours of stewing to fully take in the flavor and reach that soft, falling-apart tenderness.
But for a witch with magic, magic could shorten the cooking time, so she was very confident in this dish of hers.
And this wasn't Aiden's first time eating this dish. Recently, Jeanne had often made it for him.
Just looking at the color of the food, he could already tell that the taste was the same as before, it couldn't possibly be bad.
Chewing on the little steak in his mouth, Aiden then used a spoon to scoop up both soup and meat and stuffed it into his mouth.
At that moment, he had no time to talk, he already felt like his mouth wasn't enough just for eating.
After finally swallowing down what was in his mouth, Aiden didn't look at the two witches, only nodded and said, "Delicious!"
"So, you're complimenting my steak grilling skills?"
"I think he's saying my beef stew is good."
Hearing this sort of exchange, Aiden clammed up even more. At this time… whatever he said would be wrong.
And since he didn't speak, the two witches started piling more food into his plate, saying nonstop things like, Mine tastes the best, and the like.
Aiden could only silently eat. After wolfing down food for a while, he was full. Most of the food on the table had gone into his stomach.
Even though his digestion was now many times stronger than before, he still felt that long-lost sensation of being stuffed.
"I'm full. I'm going to shower!"
Completely unable to eat anymore, Aiden tossed his knife and fork onto the table, stood up, and headed for the bathroom.
He carried his clothes in his personal space, so he didn't need the hassle of going to Jeanne's room to find them.
"I'm full too, I'll go wash with you."
Jeanne also set down her knife and fork and got up to follow.
In truth, she and the black-haired witch had barely eaten anything. But witches were strange like that, like they could be full from just drinking air.
Watching the two of them stand up one after the other and leave, the black-haired witch hesitated for a moment.
Until now, she had never done "those things" with Aiden, so her reaction was a beat late. But thinking of what they had talked about yesterday during the day, she still stood up.
"Jeanne, I hope your bathroom can fit three people," she said, following behind Jeanne.
"It can only fit two. Add one more and it'll be too cramped." Jeanne blocked Bayonetta, "You're so tall, you take up too much space."
Bayonetta narrowed her eyes at Jeanne, speaking half-smilingly, "And you're not tall? Or are you feeling insecure?"
"How could that be?" Jeanne glanced at Bayonetta's chest, then lowered her head to look at her own, squeezing out a few words through her teeth.
Then she turned toward the bathroom. But just as she reached the door, Aiden shut it.
"I want to soak quietly by myself for a while!"
"Alright then, but if you need scrubbing service you can call me, anytime, anywhere." Jeanne called out at the door, then turned her head to Bayonetta.
"Looks like you pushed him too far."
"Wasn't it your fault?"
Bayonetta crossed her arms and looked at her.
"But when I'm alone with him, he's not like this."
"When I'm alone with him, he's not like this either." Bayonetta refused to back down.
Then, the two witches just stared each other down at the bathroom door.
Not long after, Aiden came out of the bathroom. In the end, he hadn't called for any scrubbing service, nor had he soaked in a bath, he simply didn't have that habit.
When he came out, the two witches had already cleaned up the table and were now sitting in the living room watching TV. When they saw Aiden come over, both women patted the empty spot beside them.
But with his head clearer after the shower, Aiden ignored the witches' hints and sat directly between them, then raised both arms and draped them over their shoulders.
Then he pulled them both into his embrace at the same time.
Truth be told, witches were not delicate little maidens. They weren't used to this sort of posture and immediately started struggling.
"Hey hey hey, I may be the third party here, but I'm no ordinary little girl." Bayonetta said while struggling.
Hearing that, Jeanne stopped resisting and instead obediently rested against Aiden's chest, saying, "I'm way more obedient than Cereza, Aiden. Tonight, you can play however you like, how about cops and robbers? I'll be very obedient, just like last time."
This left Aiden with black lines all over his forehead. 'What do you mean just like last time? We've only ever tried teacher and student…'
Of course, he had played the teacher.
"What's this about cops and robbers? You guys play that wild?"
Bayonetta looked stunned. For the first time, she felt maybe she'd been too pure.
"That's not all. There's also nurse and patient…"
"Alright alright, that's enough."
Jeanne didn't continue on the topic of personal tastes, but turned her head toward Bayonetta.
"Ah! I get it now, Aiden means, you're still a v*rgin!" Jeanne said with a smiling squint. "Don't lie, I heard you say it myself back in Vigrid."
"So what, I'm only one step away with him anyway." This wasn't shameful, so Bayonetta wasn't angry at all.
"Nothing, I just think you're a bit unqualified as a third party." Jeanne shook her head, then suddenly stood.
"You'd better seize your chance, Cereza."
Stretching lazily, she went on, "I'm going to bathe. Mm, the master bedroom's yours. I'll sleep in the guest room. Of course, keep it down, the rooms aren't well soundproofed. Careful or others will hear."
"What do you mean?" Bayonetta froze.
"We're sisters, Cereza. In Aiden's hometown words, it's called sharing fortune together." Jeanne crossed her legs, looking at Bayonetta.
Bayonetta frowned, "Then why were you just…"
"When we were little we often fought over toys, but I always lost. I just wanted to know what winning felt like. Now that I've tasted it, as the victor, I've decided to gift the spoils to you." Jeanne said with a bright smile.
"So, seize your chance, Cereza!"
While Bayonetta was still stunned, Aiden voiced his complaint, "I'm not a toy."
"Just this once, dear." Jeanne lowered her head, kissed Aiden on the forehead, and whispered.
———
Jeanne went to bathe, in an unusually good mood, even humming a tune along the way.
Then, hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Bayonetta finally came back to her senses after dazing for a while.
But the first thing out of her mouth was a complaint, "Shouldn't I have been the one to bathe first in this situation?"
"She usually doesn't lock the door when bathing, you can go join her. Girlfriends don't need to mind such things." Aiden said from the side.
"Good point." Bayonetta nodded thoughtfully, then a strange smile crept onto her face.
"I remember I used to bathe with Jeanne too. Every time we'd compete, but since I was a bit smaller… I mean in age. Now, my figure is absolutely better than hers."
Bayonetta said this while lifting her chest proudly with her hands, nodding in satisfaction.
Then leaning close to Aiden, she first wiped the spot on his forehead Jeanne had kissed with the back of her hand, then lightly kissed it herself before saying, "Enough talk, I'm off to bathe too. Honestly, I can't wait anymore."
"Can you tell me what exactly you can't wait for?" Aiden looked at her with a half-smile.
"Can't wait to compete with her. And also can't wait to try… the process of making a child." Bayonetta said with a mischievous grin.
Then she turned toward the bathroom. Before pushing open the not-even-fully-shut door, she turned back to Aiden, "Str*p and wait for me on the bed."
"That line should be mine to say." Aiden said, but his body was already moving. No man could withstand such teasing, unless he was a eunuch.
When Aiden entered the master bedroom, voices of the two witches drifted from the bathroom.
———
When Aiden woke again, it was already the next morning.
At that time, the floor-to-ceiling curtains of the master bedroom that had been drawn last night had somehow been opened, sunlight pouring in and lighting up the whole room. That was why Aiden woke up so early.
In truth, he wanted to sleep longer. Last night had worn him out completely, the two witches with endless stamina were no easy task.
Rubbing his still-groggy eyes, Aiden sat in bed for a while, then got up to dress.
The clothes thrown all over the floor last night had been tidied and placed neatly on the bedside table, though he didn't know by whom.
But as he dressed, Aiden caught the faint scent of rosemary from them. He couldn't help but smile, witches could be pretty considerate at times.
Dressed, Aiden pushed open the half-closed bedroom door. Hearing sounds of cooking from the kitchen, he looked over curiously, only to find Bayonetta alone there.
"Morning, Miss Cat. Where's Jeanne?" Aiden asked, yawning, as he looked at Bayonetta with her long hair tied up and wearing Jeanne's cute, girlish apron.
Though inwardly he thought, 'A witch's stamina really is something else.'
"Good morning, Mr. Cat. Jeanne went to the school, she said she was resigning." Bayonetta plated the golden fried soft-boiled eggs, then turned toward Aiden.
"Ah, I see. Hope she manages to get more salary out of them." Aiden shrugged and headed for the bathroom.
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