What little sleep Konrad managed was restless and nowhere near enough.
Only fifteen minutes—even if Gabrielle stretched it out into twelve hours.
But sleeping inside a time bubble had its downsides. His haremettes were two.
"I told you I can breathe on my own now," he complained when the angel woke him with a kiss. And it wasn't the first time. "And respiration doesn't involve the tongue."
"Tell that to your little lover," Gabby shot back, glancing at the demoness.
Lily shrugged, keeping Konrad's tired head on her warm lap.
The pillows were nice, but they couldn't hold a candle to those thighs.
"I used mine after she did. Twice. In front of me. So yeah, it was my idea to take turns. instead"
"This is sexual abuse," he groaned without any heat. "And where is Maple?"
The demoness pouted, swatting at his hair.
"So the two of us aren't enough for you now?"
Oh, if anything, they were way too much already.
"She's out to organize our weddings," the archangel offered, and Konrad's eyes flew open.
Damn it, he already forgot.
The weddings—Halaima's finances would never recover from them. Besides—
"Maple of all people?!" he asked in disbelief.
"Enya's busy wrapping up things around the tournament," Gabby explained.
The tournament, too, cost him a fortune, and since they had to cancel—
So much silver wasted for nothing.
"Her only talent is to make a mess out of things," Konrad fumed, trying to sit up, but Lily's lap wouldn't let him go. "And how are we going to afford it in the first place?"
"She was the fastest," Lily noted, shrugging. "And Alastair will handle things, don't worry."
"Faster than you teleporting?" he asked, not even trying to hide his doubts.
"My thighs were in use," she replied with a grin, ruffling his hair.
True. He shouldn't have been complaining about this situation, but he had a lot on his mind.
"Don't think of anything fancy," Gabrielle interjected. "We'll get the Church to sign our marriage, and spread the word. That's it. It's all political anyway."
"Talk for yourself," the demoness snapped. "We marry out of love. Of course, it has to be fancy."
"You can do that once we have the time and money for such things," the angel argued.
But Konrad had to agree with Liliske on that one.
"If we do all this for the legitimacy, we'll have to make it big," he claimed. "And it'll hurt. A lot."
"We'll need plenty of food, for sure," the little ginger noted. "But hey, with you around, we can at least save money on the decoration, master illusionist."
He should have felt relieved, but Konrad could only groan at that.
More work to do. And that was before the armies assembled at the Halaima Pass.
He had his job cut out for him—and he still wasn't sure what he was facing.
The Green Mage snatched him away in a split second, and he didn't even see him.
"Was it safe to send the dragoness out there alone?" he asked, glancing up at his lovers.
She was already sealed by that sorcerer when they first met, and he only gotten better since.
"Don't worry about the Root Time Anomaly," Gabrielle said. So now the grey void had a proper name? "Michael fixed up the cracks on his end, and I sealed it away from this world."
"Sealing the seal away?" Konrad mumbled, trying to make sense of things.
He had too much on his mind.
"You should be happier," Lily complained. "You're about to marry the love of your life. And well, an angel, too. And your head is full of this Meow Midori and his shenanigans."
"Can you blame me?" he moaned, turning on her thighs until nestling his face in her crotch.
What a nice place, and that sweet scent. Could that be—
"We don't know what the Demon Lord's plans were, but we foiled them," Gabrielle claimed.
Right. They weren't alone. Though after they took turns kissing him in his sleep—
But wait, foiled? The king was gone, and the Green Mage wasn't alone, either. In fact, while they said his conqueror version never left this plane, he was already past his name change.
He had to learn about the Japanese language somehow.
"You're overthinking," Lily said with a sigh—pushing his head even closer. "He could meet with his future self and get the name from him. Don't underestimate how messy time travel can get."
"But if he had a future self like that," Konrad theorised, his voice muffled by her thighs.
"Yes, that would mean that he already won," Gabrielle finished the sentence for him. "On one timeline at least. But it didn't happen yet. Not here. And we have to make sure it stays that way."
"Timelines," he muttered, trying to free his face from that intoxicating scent.
He already accepted that many universes existed in parallel. But if he added timelines into the mix, the number of worlds must have been endless.
In a sense, even if they succeeded now, they must have already failed elsewhere.
He jolted up.
"Wait, why don't we go back in time and fix this before it even started?"
"Nope, let's not go down that road, Konny baby," Lily said, shaking her head and trying to pull him back down. "The only thing I hate more than necromancers is Time Lords."
"Agreed," Gabrielle joined. "That would only lead to more chaos."
"But this way we're at a huge handicap," Konrad pointed out. "Like what if Maou's future version told him more than the name, but also instructed him on how to defeat us?"
The demoness shrugged, finally getting a hold of him.
"Then we adapt."
"The future isn't set in stone," the angel added. "The mere fact that he's preparing for an event would already change it, starting a domino effect. And the fact that we're aware, too—"
"See, chaos. It's as much a handicap for us as it is for Meow Midori," Lily claimed.
He had to take their words for it, given that both of them had powers and knowledge far surpassing his. But he couldn't forget the fact that neither of them could fight against Maou.
"Hey," the demoness purred. "If you have the strength to think about this—"
"Mhm, yes, he seems well rested for me, too," Gabrielle noted.
That sweet scent got stronger, an undeniable evidence of Lily's arousal.
What even was happening?!
"I slowed down time so you could rest," the angel said, scooting closer. "But we still have a long road ahead. And you worked hard for a mere mortal. I could show you better ways to relax—"
"How about some pre-honeymoon practice?" Lily asked with a smirk, too.
They couldn't have been more obvious. Still, Konrad's lower half reacted before his brain could.
For most people, a threesome would be no more than a distant dream. This seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although with a harem of five, how hasn't it happened yet?
No, hold on. Why would it happen right now?!
"Less thinking, more working," the demoness demanded, her voice a low, suggestive murmur.
Thinking. So that's what it was about.
A pure distraction of the erotic kind—suspicious, if anything.
But not even Konrad could pass this opportunity, whether the world was about to end or not.