Chapter 03

"How's your crafting project coming along?" I ask, strolling towards the Magic Item Workshop.

Delta whirrs. "I would like you to perform an analysis before I say its finished, Master, but construction is going to be completed imminently."

I open the door, looking at the object which Delta and I drew up blueprints for. Her drones are lowering the last parts into the corner, locking them into place. They begin welding it to the frame in a shower of sparks.

I look at the crystalline cube, nearly a meter in height, width and depth. It is subdivided into smaller cubes, five on a side, and inside each box rests a heart-shaped crystal, floating and revolving within the sub-chamber. The crystals spin and bob up and down in perfect unison.

"Might I ask... what this device is to be called?" Delta asks reverently.

"I think I'll call it... the Utopia Engine." I let out a short bark of laughter. "But... for now, its just basically a big battery. A pretty overblown name for such a simple device, but hopefully as we continue to add to it, this thing will grow into the name."

"Simple?" Delta says in disbelief. "This device is quite an accomplishment!"

I wave my hand dismissively. "So far, its just the 40k Ork style of solving problems. Not enough dakka? Weld two guns together! Only here, its a case of... not enough storage capacity? Weld one hundred twenty five Cure Decors together."

Delta seems almost offended on my behalf. She's getting more and more emotionally expressive with her new capabilities. "Not at all! There are reasons why most energy storage crystals are limited to the size they are. This matrix design utilizes incredibly precise trilateral symmetry for the layout of the power linkages in a way that I've never seen attempted, much less used successfully. To find a layout of linkage paths that is not only symmetrical, but self-reinforcing... its nothing less than genius. That you could think of it as simple is... hrmm..." She whirrs. "Perhaps the insight that allowed you to design this is also from the 'cable porn' skills you spoke of?"

"I guess," I smirk. "Maintaining balance going to get tougher as we continue to scale up the design, as even the slightest imperfection in the symmetry will cause cascade resonance failures over certain thresholds." Man, yesterday that sentence would have been gibberish to me, but Science Talent makes learning this stuff so easy. I kneel down, pointing a precision scanner into the center of the Engine. "I'm seeing several micrometer of variance, especially on the Cure Decors at the interior of the design.

Delta sounds morose. "Yes... I'm terribly sorry for my inadequacy, Master. I couldn't quite manage to reach the level of precision you requested."

I shrug. "The drones you're using have extremely basic manipulator arms. Hell, they're designed to do household maintenance, not assemble high-end crystalline engineering matrices. I'm sure you did the best you could with the tools you have. Next step is to design you drones specifically for our crafting projects. We'll need to get within picometer tolerances for what I'm ultimately aiming at."

"I look forward to the challenge," she chirps happily. She waits patiently as I continue to scan. Then after a moment, she interjects. "Yayoi-sama is contacting, saying that dinner is nearly ready."

"Right. Well, time to implement the next phase of the plan." Pulling out my smartphone, I start to search through the list of Companions.

Delta sounds confused. "You... you're purchasing another Waifu?"

"Nope. A Husbando. I earned one point from capturing Chiharu, and I guess its just burning a hole in my pocket," I joke. Finalizing my purchase of the tier one Husbando, I wait a few moments, then click for immediate delivery when the option presents itself. An unremarkable man in his twenties wearing ordinary shirt and jeans emerges from a fresh swirling portal on the wall. I catch him and lower him to the ground before he can collapse, then wrap him in my Shroud to awaken him.

"I... I didn't realize you swung that way, Master," Delta said curiously.

"Hah. I don't. But just wait and see. Its all part of the master plan. Make sure to keep the spiritual linkage open from me to the Utopia Engine during the meal."

Unsteadily, the man rises, giving me a polite bow. "M... Master?" he says uncertainly.

"Hello, Yuuichi. Just call me sir, I think," I reply.

"Very well, sir. What are your orders?"

"We've got a dinner to attend."

*****

Yayoi's father died in an accident when she was five years old. Despite that, he's not a faceless background character. He was featured in a full flashback episode of his own, the same one that introduced his wife Chiharu. A name, an appearance and a personality are all it takes to enter the Catalogue, so purchasing Yuuichi Kise is fully possible.

You might wonder why I'd bring a man back to life when I'm busy fucking his wife and daughter. Well, despite how intensely selfish this whole adventure probably looks to outsiders, I do genuinely want to make people happy. After all, happiness is the only tool that can be used to defeat the Bad End Kingdom. Not to mention that I just prefer making other people happy, at least as long as it doesn't interfere with my own happiness.

So, how do I have my cake and eat it too? During character creation, I called the Company's customer support line and explained what I wanted. The woman I spoke to said there was an experimental perk I could take that was in line with what I was asking for, though it came with the warning that it was still in a beta phase and not considered fully reliable, and thus not displayed by default on the Catalogue's menus. But it was so perfect for my tastes that I spent the 20 points without blinking.

Netori Is A God Tier Fetish [20]

You may now imprint a fetish for being cuckolded onto any individual who is in love with or was loved by one of your waifus. Imprinting this fetish onto an individual requires the same level of control over the person as it would take to bind them, although it does not require them to actually be bound. The person being imprinted with a cuckold fetish will forevermore be uninterested in having sex with their former lover. They will respect and even thank the Contractor for taking their former lover away, seeing it as the proper and natural order of things. They will enjoy being made aware of relations between their former lover and the Contactor by means such as hearing the sex over a phone call, seeing photographs and/or video of the sex, being presented with used condoms, etc. If specifically invited to do so, they will also enjoy directly watching their former lover being pleasured by the Contractor in person.

Heh. Call me a jerk if you want, but I know what I like.

*****

We approach the Kise's house through the front gate. "Does it look any different?"

He shakes his head, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "The house is just as I remember. How long have I been gone?"

"Eight years. Yayoi-chan is thirteen years old now."

"I see." He chews his lip. "Have you taken her as well as Chiharu?"

"Yes. Does that bother you?"

He takes a deep breath. "No. Its the way things should be. But if you ever make her or Chiharu sad..." He trails off, knowing full well that he can no more threaten me than an insect can threaten a mountain.

"Don't worry." I clap him on the shoulder. "The two of us are united on that front. We both want to see nothing but happiness in our girls' lives."

Yuuichi smiles at me, and we go through the front door.

"Master? You're here?" I hear Yayoi's cute voice calling for me from the kitchen. As we turn the corner to the kitchen, I see both Yayoi and Chiharu, wearing matching pink aprons, finishing up cooking dinner together.

Chiharu is pulling a casserole dish out of the oven with oven mitts on. "We though you'd enjoy..." she stops cold, seeing Yuuichi beside me, returned from the dead. The dish falls from her numb hands, shattering on the floor and spilling food everywhere.

"PAPA!!!" Yayoi explodes with joy, jumping forward and wrapping her arms around him. "Why? How?" She snuggles her face against his chest fervently.

"Your Master... he brought me back." Yuuichi says. He grabs Yayoi under her arms lifting her up into the air. "Gods, you're so BIG now! You only came up to my knee last I remember,"

Yayoi clings to him, nuzzling up against his chest, "I know. Its been so long..."

He wraps his daughter in a bear hug. "I'm so sorry... I've missed so much of your life..."

"I don't care..." Yayoi sniffles, tears of pure joy streaming down her face. "I'm just glad to get to see you again..." She turns to me, reaching out and drawing me into the hug as well. "Thank you so much Master! This means... more to me than I can ever explain..."

I rub her head affectionately, my heart alight to see her joy. "I know. You deserve it, Yayoi-chan..." I hug the two of them tightly.

Chiharu approaches the gathering shakily, her tear-stained visage much more uncertain. She bites her lip, barely able to meet Yuuichi's gaze. "Husband..." she breathes, her voice full of pain. "I..."

"I know it all..." he replies, not unkindly. "Your Master explained it to me. I understand that you belong to him now."

"I... I've betrayed you!" she says, her voice choking.

"No," he says flatly. "If I had never come back, I still would have wanted you to find love with another man. You're still young, and you deserve a fulfilling life." He grins lopsidedly. "And now, well... this is just how things should be. I'm just happy to be alive, to be back in your life, to be able to spend time with you and Yayoi again, even if your hearts and bodies belong to him now."

Chiharu breaks down completely, overwhelmed with relief that her revived husband doesn't hate her. I draw her into the group hug, all four of us squeezing tightly.

"Emotional connection is running at maximum throughput..." Delta's voice says into my head, marveling. "Master, this is... this is incredible! This is unprecedented!"

I don't have the heart to ruin the moment with the Kise family by replying, so I just let Delta talk without responding.

"At this rate, the Utopia Engine will be completely saturated with spiritual energy within the hour, Master. I never would have dreamed we could gather so much from a single event..."

Dinner goes by smoothly. The casserole on the floor is obviously ruined, but the rest of the meal is delicious. Who needs Faerie Feast when you have talented waifus?

As we eat, Yayoi gleefully regales us all with an explanation of how she humiliated the red ogre, Akaoni, electrocuting him over and over with a series of Peace Thunder attacks. She seems relieved to not have to keep the secret of her PreCure status from her mother any longer.

Yayoi's parents take her new role as a PreCure about as well as can be expected, with both of them asking me several times if I can promise her safety. I tell them that I can, and its only kind of a lie. I plan to keep Yayoi and the rest of the PreCures as safe as possible, once they're all in my harem, though there's still substantial uncertainty and danger inherent in the eventual battle against the Bad End Kingdom.

By the time Yuuichi and I are asking for seconds, Delta reports that the Utopia Engine is full. That should be enough to power the Cures for several more battles against Akanbe, so we're no longer in immediate danger. I do need to get around to capturing additional PreCures though. But... not tonight.

*****

While the girls clean up from dinner, Yuuichi and I go out on the back porch, taking long pulls from our after-dinner beers. We chat about things that have changed in the past eight years, and what his plans are moving forward.

Finally, he builds up the courage. "Sir... do you think it would be okay if... uh... if I at least listen?"

I let him sweat for a moment in silence. "I suppose I don't mind you listening. You're sure it won't bother you?"

He shakes his head quickly and firmly. "Not at all. Its..." He blushes a bit. "Its kind of hot, actually. But mainly, sir, I just want to hear them... enjoying themselves. To know they're happy with you."

I clap the man many years my junior on the back. "You're a good man, Yuuichi. Why don't you sleep in Yayoi-chan's bed tonight, and we'll take the master bedroom? The wall between the rooms is pretty thin." I arch an eyebrow.

He nods nervously.

*****

I take the spare time to take a quick shower and check in with Delta. Everything back at the Grand Manor seems to be proceeding as planned. Emerging from the bathroom and sitting on the bed with a towel around my waist, I see my two girls come through the master bedroom door, their hands still wet from washing dishes. Still wearing their matching aprons, they stand side by side before me, and without even any instruction, they slowly strip out of their clothes. Yayoi gives me a sultry smile as she does, with barely any trace of the shy crybaby she was just a few days ago showing. Chiharu does her best to keep up, biting her lip as she steps out of her panties to be naked in the dim evening light.

"I've trained each of you individually, and am satisfied with your progress." Yayoi nods eagerly in agreement, and Chiharu bows her head obediently. "The next step is to train you together. You should no longer think of yourself as mother and daughter, but as two equals in service to me."

I gesture to Chiharu to lay down on the bed, and she does with an uncertain expression. "Now, Yayoi-chan. I want you to lick your mother's pussy."

Chiharu's eyes go wide. "W- wait! Master, you can't be serious! I'm..."

Yayoi doesn't slow down, despite her mother's protestations, kneeling at the foot of the bed readily. I hold up a hand to pause them both, taking in Chiharu's frantic reaction, her closed legs and warding hands. That won't do at all. I think about my options.

I've been avoiding this until now. Even without Soul Talent to warn me, I'm well aware how dangerous mental manipulation can be. Minds are like beautiful glass statues... much easier to shatter than put back together. I assume whoever did Yayoi's binding originally was much, much more experienced and talented than I, since from the start Yayoi has been the most pliable, most perfect servant a man could ever ask for, totally eager to please without even the slightest hitch of a problem. But that won't always be the case, it would appear. Chiharu is loyal to me, but her old morals remain.

I originally wasn't sure of how much I could really rely on my Talents... how much they would enhance my understanding. I wasn't dumb, but I wasn't any sort of super genius either, in my old life. But my Science Talent allowed me assemble a supercomputer cluster to expand Delta's capacity without any issues, as well as to invent what I am assured is a very impressive spiritual energy storage device. So it follows that my Soul Talent should be equally as reliable and comprehensive.

I let my towel fall to the floor, and lay beside Chiharu. Yayoi kneels a short distance away, awaiting my next command with curious eyes. "Begin masturbating," I say to the PreCure, and her hand darts between her legs eagerly. "Focus on how good it feels to serve and obey me."

My shroud energy suffuses Yayoi and Chiharu's body entirely, every organ, every cell. Tentatively, I reach out and let my awareness flow into Yayoi's mind, using the Shroud energy as a conduit to examine her neurons directly. An insane barrage of information floods into me, her neural pathways like an infinite fractal spiderweb of silvery pulsing light, sparkling and flickering faster than I can perceive.

I use Soul Talent to examine and then slowly close off my awareness to things one at a time, to block out that which is not relevant. Her awareness of her own knees against the bedroom carpet, the cool air against the wetness that smears her inner thighs, the smell of her mother's pussy just inches away, her fingers frantically rubbing her clitoris... all blocked off. I focus entirely on her surface thoughts. Her lust, her obedience, her love.

Then I shift to Chiharu. There's no need to order her to think about what I need her to be thinking about. Her entire focus is on her daughter's mouth, gasping hot breaths of pleasure just inches from her own wet lower lips. The terrible wrongness of the situation, the immorality, the shame, the disgust.

I grasp each of those thoughts, wrapping them in Shroud gently. Its a delicate operation, corrupting someone's mind. I have to carefully separate the cause, and leave it alone. Only the effect should be replaced, overwritten with arousal. If I were to overwrite the entire thought, it would never stop triggering, and she'd quickly turn into a brainless slut that can think of nothing but sex. Amusing, perhaps, but I have plans for Chiharu, and that won't work for them.

Understanding and copying Yayoi's thoughts was easy. Replacing Chiharu's reactions with them is much, much more difficult. Minutes pass, apparently long enough that I hear Yayoi climax loudly, then in the absence of other orders, continue with her self-pleasure obediently. I start to sweat with the effort... even if its purely mental, its still draining.

At length, I gently feel around Chiharu's mind, like a surgeon doing one final check before sewing up the incision. Each glowing tendril of reaction to the idea of sex with Yayoi is bisected, and obedience and lust grafted in place of her original beliefs. I pull out of her mind, hearing her gasp awake as her awareness resumes.

"I... I don't understand..." Chiharu whispers. For one, terrible moment, I'm sure that I screwed something up, that Chiharu is brain damaged now. But she gives me a lazy, sultry smile, then spreads her legs and looks down, scooting towards the edge of the bed. "I don't understand why I didn't want this sooner, baby..." she croons. "How have I gone my whole life without this?" Yayoi eagerly presses her tongue into her mother's slit, causing her to moan with pleasure.

I watch the two of them for several minutes, stroking my cock. Chiharu fists a handful of Yayoi's hair with each hand, pressing her daughter's mouth against her pussy even tighter. She coos and sighs, urging Yayoi on to lick her deeper, before finally crying out, bucking her hips wildly as she cums. The sight of her sweaty body in the moonlight, her back arced tightly as her muscles spasm... its erotic beyond belief.

I can't hold back any longer. Chiharu begs for a break before Yayoi continues, but I straddle her head between my knees, kneeling over her and sliding my cock into her mouth. The mother obediently takes my shaft as best she can manage, even as I press hard, feeling my length pop through the ring of muscle at the back of her mouth and down into her throat. Chiharu gamely tries her best, but she's clearly struggling.

"You know, Yayoi-chan was able deepthroat my whole length on her very first try, Chiharu-chan." I hear a prideful giggle behind me. "Of course, she wasn't getting eaten out at the same time. Hrm, maybe I can help out." I reach into her mind, more confident this time, getting a sense of the discomfort she's feeling when my cock forces through the ring. Its technically called the upper esophageal sphincter, a decidedly unsexy name, one of my Talents decides to inform me. In time and with sufficient training, she'd learn to relax her throat enough to accomodate me. But rather than waiting, I just replace the sensation of discomfort with the same stimulation she's getting on her clitoris, making the remapping of her neurons permanent.

I pull back long enough to let Chiharu gasp for air briefly, spitting the drool in her mouth out and preparing for another deepthroat. Only this time, my cock slamming against the back of her throat sends such an incredible blast of pleasure to her brain that she climaxes instantly, her eyes rolling up in full ahegao as her throat constricts and milks my shaft. I sigh in enjoyment, hips thrusting into her pliant mouth as she cums, shooting my own load directly into her stomach.

I decide a break is in order after that, pulling them both up to cuddle. I wrap one arm around each of the girls, crushing them to me in a bear hug. "God, you two make me so happy..." I say honestly. "And I promise to make each of your lives just as joy-filled as you make mine." Their giggling responses are music to my ears.