The two of you walk home at a leisurely pace. You half expected Lala to be in a rush due to her excitement for dinner, but she seems content to just stroll casually. You notice her pull her D-Dial out of her pocket and summon the plush dog you won her earlier. Huh. You didn't even notice when she put it away.

"Are you nervous?" she asks all of a sudden.

"About what?"

"About becoming Emperor," she specifies, her tone more serious than normal. You glance at her, and she's giving you a look that is equal parts curiosity and concern. "I've known my entire life that I'd be Queen of Deviluke and wife to the Emperor of the Galaxy. But like you said earlier, this is all very new to you. So are you nervous?"

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, figuring out the best way to answer her. "It would be a lie to say that I'm not nervous about becoming the ruler of the galaxy," you lie. In fact, you're not even sure if you'll stick around to actually do that. But, if you do, you're confident you will be just fine. "But I'm more nervous about the other suitors. From what you said last night, it sounds like a lot of them are aggressive and prone to violence."

Not just the ones you saw in the manga and show, but some of the ones that Lala described last night seemed rather threatening. You are not a fighter, not at all, but many of her other marriage candidates are, and you're certain they'll have no qualms about eliminating you through violence.

You can and probably should purchase a waifu from the Company as a bodyguard of course. You have quite a few credits thanks to capturing Lala, enough to purchase a rather powerful companion to protect you. But there are a few problems you have to solve before you can do that. Namely, explaining them to others.

Lala can be easily handled with a slightly sanitized version of the truth and the mental effects of the tattoo. But the sudden appearance of new pink-haired girls with strange abilities that also appear to be in love with you will be a bit harder to explain to everyone else. You can probably come up with a story to explain away one such girl, but two would be really pushing it, and beyond that is practically impossible.

You'd also have to come up with an argument to convince your mother that a harem is perfectly okay. She's been pretty cool about Lala, but that's because it reminds her of her own past and your father. She doesn't regret what happened at all and will support you in chasing a similar happiness. That being said, you can't imagine that approval will extend beyond Lala. She's a normal Japanese woman; monogamy is very much her default assumption.

You'll have Lala's support, as well as the support of most other aliens, which will help. You remember Momo mentioning that Gid is an exception to the rule that Emperors have a harem of concubines. But it will still be difficult to get your mother to accept that, and not find it strange that you've adapted so quickly.

Capturing her isn't an option. Worst case scenario, you could ditch her. But… you really don't want to do that. She may not be in your strike zone, but you do love her in a familial sense, and she's been a very good mother to this version of you.

Still, those are problems you have time to solve. You have no intentions of buying any companions until you've had sex with Lala and fully claimed her. You have a couple days until Gid tells the other suitors where Lala is, and then probably a few more days before the first one can arrive. So you have time.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you!" Lala says confidently, pulling you from your thoughts. "But you're not wrong in that some of them are pretty scary for a normal earthling, and they might attack when I'm not around. Hmm." She ponders on that for a minute before lighting up. "I know! I'll make you something to protect you! I don't like making weapons, but I can make all sorts of other things that will help!"

Knowing Lala's inventions and their proclivity for catastrophic failure, you have mixed feelings about that solution. But… It's a smart idea. With your technomancy you can probably help Lala iron out any issues with the device she makes, making sure it's safe for you to actually use. But even with a risk of failure, Lala's inventions are incredibly useful and powerful and definitely worth having.

"That would help a lot," you say with a grateful smile.

She smiles back at you before her expression shifts to contemplative. "Hmm. What should I make? There are a lot of ways to protect yourself after all. Do you have any preferences?"

You think about that for a moment. In the case of being attacked by a violent alien when you're by yourself, what kind of action should you take?

"I think I'd like something a little more proactive," you tell Lala. "I've never been a fan of running away or just playing defensively. So maybe something that can disable them? Some kind of stun gun, or a way to tie them up or restrain them?"

Lala thinks about that for a moment. "Hmm. Okay! I've got a few ideas! I just need to set up a workshop before I can make it!"

You nod, already feeling much more comfortable about the future knowing that you'll have something from Lala to help. "No rush, we have time."

Lala nods in agreement, then smiles. "Ooh, and I can make you some wings too! Even if you don't run away, flying is a lot of fun! And with the way you can talk to stuff, I can make it super simple too, since all I have to do is set up some triggers for the transformations and don't have to worry about making any programming or controls or anything to actually use them." She tilts her head. "I wonder how much control you would have. Could you make it do things that I don't program anything for but it's capable of doing?"

"Well, why don't we experiment and find out?" you suggest, glad she's so enthusiastic about your ability. In truth, you're interested in the answer to that as well. You hadn't even thought about the potential of the efficiency in gear custom-made for you and your abilities.

"Also, flying?" you continue. "I didn't know you could fly." You do, but she hasn't shown any sign of that in front of you yet. You have to at least put a token effort into maintaining a facade of not knowing certain things.

Lala grins. "Yep! Peke is designed to be able to grow special anti-gravity wings so I can fly around! It's a lot of fun!"

As she speaks, two bat-like wings spring from her back. No, calling them bat-like isn't quite right. They're black and leathery, yes. But they're almost cartoonish in their shape and design. You're no expert, but you'd be willing to bet money that without that anti-gravity technology Lala mentioned they'd be near useless for actual flight.

"I'll have to take your word for it," you say. "I can't say I've ever flown before."

"Here, I'll show you!" Lala replies. Before you can properly comprehend what she means by that she has picked you up by the midsection and you feel a lurch in your stomach as the ground drops out from underneath your feet.

You're very proud of the fact that you don't cry out in fear. Instead, your mouth slams closed as you do everything you can not to panic or flail and fall out of Lala's grip.

But her hold on you is firm, showing a strength you wouldn't have guessed if you weren't already aware of it. It helps that the initial upwards movement is short, just a single moment really. Lala comes to a stop maybe a hundred feet in the air, well over the tops of any nearby houses but still relatively close to the ground.

And then she starts moving forward. It's a little awkward, dangling from her grasp like this, but you quickly forget that as you experience what it means to fly. Wind presses against you as the two of you cut through the air. The scenery below you rushes past. You don't think you're going very fast, maybe about as fast as a car driving through a suburban area, but when you're crossing over houses and paying no mind to roads or any obstacles, it feels far faster.

You hear Lala's giggle in your ear, barely audible over the rushing wind, and she stops flying in just a straight line. She banks and swoops and takes you on a veritable rollercoaster of motion. Thankfully she doesn't do any loops or anything that would turn you upside down.

But eventually, after what feels like ages but is really only minutes, it comes to an end. Lala slows down before gently coming down for a landing. As Lala lands, you realize you're right in front of your house.

Your legs are shaking and your heart is beating when you plant your feet back on solid ground but… you had fun.

You smile at Lala. "A little warning next time?"

She smiles back. "Sure! But next time you'll fly on your own!"

You nod. Being in control would certainly be less nerve-wracking. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and then stand up straight. "Alright, let's go tell Mom the good news."

Lala follows you into the house, and you frown as you take off the shoes, noting the large pair of boots already in the entryway. "Mom?" you call out as a suspicion creeps over you.

"In here!" she calls out from the living room. You take the few steps into the house required to reach the entrance to the living room and stop dead. Lala stops right behind you.

Your mother looks up from where she's sitting on the couch and smiles at you, but there's a hint of teeth in it. She's irritated.

"I was just talking to Zastin-san here," she said, eyes boring into you. "He had such interesting things to tell me."

Your eyes move to the large figure sitting on the couch opposite her. He was tall and wearing armor made of dark cloth and a bone-like material that made him seem even bigger. You recognize the armor and the head of silver hair easily. Lala's bodyguard and greatest swordsman of Deviluke, Zastin.

You look back at your mother. You can guess why she's annoyed. "I was going to tell you first thing when we got back?" you offer.

Her eyes flash dangerously and she levels a glare at you. She stands up and marches over to you, and you reflexively take a step back but bump into Lala. Your mom stops right in front of you and puts her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed as she looks at you.

And then she swats you on the arm.

"Ow- hey!" you protest. She ignores your protests though and smacks you on the other arm. It doesn't actually hurt, she's just making her frustration clear. But you still reflexively recoil from it.

"What did I tell you?!" she asks you as she swats you again. "I said wait!" Another hit, this time on your chest. "I said don't ask her out while she has an unwanted marriage hanging over her head!" More half-hearted attacks to your arms, which you've raised in front of you as a shield. "And what do you do? You skip right past dating and get engaged!"

"Technically I'm just in the running to get engaged?" you clarify. She narrows her eyes at you again, not at all satisfied with your technicality, and raises her hand to hit you again. "It was the only way!" you burst out, explaining. "He wasn't taking no for an answer- I could tell he wasn't going to back down no matter what. So… I threw my name in the hat, so she could stay."

"He's right, Papa was being too stubborn," Lala backs you up.

Your mom's glare lessens when her eyes flicker to Lala. She lowers her hand and looks back at you. "...You love her, right? Enough to actually marry her?" You nod, making sure your expression is serious. She doesn't react and instead turns back to Lala. "And you dear? Is this what you want?"

"Yep!" Lala responds cheerfully. "Aki-kun is great, and I love him a lot!" You feel her arms wrap around your torso as she hugs you.

You risk a glance away from your mother and at Zastin, who has been watching silently. You meet his eyes briefly before he looks away, switching to looking at Lala. But you can tell what happened. He had been staring at you and then got caught.

You make a mental note of it, but shift your attention back to your mother, who has a big smile on her face. "You really do take after me, don't you?" she says to you in a soft voice. She wraps her arms around you and Lala, encompassing the two of you in one big hug. "Ooh, I'm so excited! To think my baby boy is getting married to such a cute and nice girl!"

It was then that Zastin decided to inject himself into the conversation, standing up and clearing his throat. "As Akihito-dono mentioned earlier, he is not yet engaged to Lala-sama. Many other suitors are vying for her hand."

Your mother lets the two of you go and turns around, hands on her hips once again. "Oh yes, I've heard all about those other suitors. I'm not worried about them, my Aki-kun is better than all of them combined. It's just a matter of time until everyone else realizes that."

You can see Zastin struggle to come up with a response to that before giving up with a sigh. He then looks at you, and you see him straighten his back, making himself seem taller. "My name is Zastin, Commander of the Royal Guards in charge of protecting the royal family."

"So, the one Lala was running away from?" you ask with a smirk. You can clearly see that he's trying to establish a pecking order, one with him on top. You aren't intimidated though.

A frown crosses his face. "Yes. And the one you were supposed to contact so I could do my job." He looks at you with something that is close to but not quite a glare.

Lala lets go of you so she can step in front of you. "I was gonna do it when we got back from our date," Lala explains without a trace of guilt or shame in her voice. She pulls out her D-Dial and starts tapping away at the screen. "But since you're here, I'll catch you up. I'll be staying here and Aki-kun said I can go to school with him, so I'll be doing that most days. You can stay in your ship, that's close enough, right?"

Zastin opens his mouth to respond but Lala pays him no mind and keeps talking. "And there. I've just sent you a list of some stuff I need from home. Can you get them for me please?" She looks up at him and gives him an innocent smile.

You cover your mouth to hide a smirk. Outwardly, Lala is cheerful and happy. But you're already able to read Lala well enough to see the little signs of how she really feels. The slight edge to her cheerful tone, the way she isn't emoting quite as much when she moves or talks, and even the way her tail isn't moving very much all speak to her putting on a mask.

Combined with the context of what she said to Zastin, the message is clear. She must have also picked up on his intimidation attempt, so she's firmly reminding him of who really holds the power here.

You know that Lala is a lot sharper than she usually lets on, but that's only because she prefers taking things easy most of the time. But you're a little surprised to see her acting like this. Surprised, but by no means complaining. Perhaps the tattoo is bumping up her loyalty and making her more protective than she usually would be?

Zastin seems to get the message though, his shoulders slumping slightly. He sighs. "Of course Lala-sama," he says. "Please do not hesitate to contact me if you need anything. I will always be available." He turns to your mother. "And thank you Tomomi-dono for the tea."

You glance at the coffee table, spotting two half-full cups of tea that you hadn't noticed before. They definitely had plenty of time to talk- no wonder he's using your mother's first name. She always insists on it sooner or later.

"Of course, Zastin-san," your mother replies. "Feel free to drop by anytime."

He nods. "Then, by your leave Lala-sama." He salutes her by holding a closed fist over his heart and then makes his way toward the exit. He gives you a searching look as he passes you, brows furrowed slightly in irritation. You just give him a friendly smile back. His eyes narrow slightly, but he just looks away and continues towards the door.

You feel some tension leave your shoulders as it closes behind him. You knew you'd have to face him soon, and you weren't even dreading it really. But you did expect to do so on your own terms, rather than being ambushed like this.

Things turned out fine though. Zastin's not a threat to you, the one suitor Lala likes. With that taken care of, you can focus on enjoying the rest of your day.

"So?" your mom says, drawing your attention. She's standing in the doorway to the living room, a large grin on her face. "Zastin-san told me a bit, but I wanna hear all about how this morning went, and how you ended up getting engaged."

"Are you gonna hit me again if I do?" you ask with a teasing grin.

She rolls her eyes. "I'll behave if you do, mister 'I ignore my mother's advice'."

Lala giggles as she watches you banter with your mother and the three of you head into the living room to catch her up.

Dinner is simple. You make it, of course, but you dial down Faerie Feast to the same level you did for breakfast. Your current plan is to slowly bring it up, as if you are just improving your cooking skills at an astounding rate rather than anything supernatural going on.

As you finish washing the dishes, Lala enters the kitchen. "Aki-kun!" she greets you with a hug. "Wanna come take a bath with me?"

"Absolutely," is your immediate response. You let the sink drain and follow Lala to the bathroom. Her gait is bouncy, and she's humming a cheery tune. You pass the entrance to the living room on the way to the bathroom and make eye contact with your mom. She grins as she sees the two of you and gives you a thumbs up. You smile back. It's a good thing you have a cool mom- it would have been a pain to have to sneak around her to lewd your retinue without putting in some effort into making her okay with it.

"Oh, right, why don't you wait with Tomomi-san, Peke?" Lala says, stopping suddenly.

"Of course, Lala-sama," Peke says. Lala's clothes disappear, leaving her naked in the middle of the hallway, and Peke's small robotic form appears floating between you. "Have a nice bath."

"Will do!" Lala replies, totally uncaring about her sudden nudity. You remember Lala's casual stripping being an issue for Rito, but you have no complaints at all. You look at your mother, and she raises an eyebrow, but you just shrug, and then indicate Peke with your head, indicating that she should ask her, not you. She shrugs and doesn't raise a fuss as Peke floats over and sits on the couch next to her.

You turn back to Lala to find her opening the door to the bathroom already and you quickly follow. By the time you close the door behind you, Lala's already entering the bath, not needing to strip. By the time you get your clothes off and join her, she's already starting to wash her hair.

You take a moment to watch her, enjoying the way the water trickles down her curves and the way her body stretches as she moves. And it's not just her body that interests you. Her long and luscious pink hair stands out in your eyes, beautiful and perfect in every way.

You feel your penis quickly hardening as your arousal grows. You haven't masturbated since 'waking up' in this world, and the last day with Lala has been extremely stimulating, so you're starting to feel a little pent up.

Lala turns her head to look at you. And, unlike last time, you notice her eyes stop and linger on your erection for a moment. It's not long, but there's no doubt about it. The tattoo above her womb should be ensuring her sexual interest in you, even if she doesn't know what sex is, so maybe that's why?

But she looks away all too soon and meets your eyes, giving you a smile. "What are you just standing there for?"

"Just appreciating how beautiful my new girlfriend is," you reply with an easy smile, not at all flustered at being caught. You kneel behind her and pick up a bottle of soap before squeezing some onto your hands.

She giggles, looking forward again. "Girlfriend?"

"Well, we're not engaged yet, technically. So we're dating, and that makes you my girlfriend, right?"

She hums lightly. "Yeah, I like that! I never thought I'd have a boyfriend."

You thought as much. As royalty, she'd have a suitor who would become a fiance, who would then become a husband. Courting isn't the same thing as dating after all.

Of course, you can't reciprocate the feeling, so you just place your hands on her back and start rubbing soap all over it. She instantly melts under your touch, muscles relaxing and her movements stopping even as she leans back, pressing herself more into your hands. "Oooh, that feels so good," she mutters, lost in pleasure.

At her words, you decide to push things a little further. Now that she's captured and showing some hints of interest, and now that you don't have a meeting with her father hanging over your head, you're more willing to test her boundaries.

"Want me to wash your whole body, instead of just your back?" you offer in an innocent tone.

"Please do!" Lala agrees enthusiastically.

You grin, but hold yourself back. Sticky Fingers might elevate this feeling, but you don't want to push too hard too quickly. Still, you're very ready to start enjoying her a bit more.

Periodically stopping to lather your hands with more soap, you run them all over Lala's smooth skin, starting with her back. You can feel the softness of her flesh, though there's a hint of hardened muscle below that.

Unlike last time, you don't stop with just her back though, nor do you carefully avoid sensitive areas. You don't slow down as your hands reach her hips and even her ass, firmly running over them and covering them in soap. You don't stop to appreciate her ass fully, but even in your relatively short time lathering them, you can tell her ass is divine. The perfect balance of firmness and softness.

All the while, Lala squirms slightly beneath your hands, even your most innocent touch seemingly sending sparks of pleasure through her. She lets out quiet, breathless moans, the sound of them echoing faintly in the bathroom as her back ever so slightly arches.

You run your hands up her sides, heading back up rather than exploring more of her hips and ass. She helpfully lifts her arms as you do. The tips of your fingers brush against the soft flesh of her decently large breasts. You ignore them for now though, continuing your upward movement over her armpits, which you note are hairless, and start scrubbing her arms.

You run your soapy hands up and down her arms, making sure to wash every inch of them. And when you're done you move on to her shoulders. Her moans grow a bit more content as you massage them, washing her and relaxing her muscles at the same time.

You let go of her shoulders, reaching under her arms in an almost hugging motion, though you're careful not to press your front against her back. Mostly because of your erection; if you were to press your dick against her back in your current state, you don't think you could hold yourself back.

You place your hands on her collarbone, running your fingers down the lines they form heading toward the center of her chest. It's only then that you grow bold and finally drag the entirety of your hands over her breasts. You feel the soft and succulent flesh under your fingers, only interrupted by her hardened nipple.

Lala lets out a soft moan. "Ooh, that feels really good," she says, speaking for the first time.

"What does?" you feign ignorance. "This?" You move your hands back up, starting slowly as you cup her heavy breasts in your hands, letting your fingers sink into them for a moment as you lift them before letting them drop as you move your hands forward. Her nipples once again brush against your palm as they fall, drawing another moan from Lala.

"Yes!" she replies breathily. "It feels really good when you wash that part."

"Well then, let me make sure to wash them thoroughly," you say with a grin. You push your hands down, sliding them along the insides of her breasts this time, lathering the sensitive skin there in soap before pulling them back up and then doing the same for the outside of them. Lala continues to make small noises of pleasure, and your dick twitches and throbs in response.

You spend the next couple of minutes exploring every part of her breasts, covering them in suds. But eventually, it has to come to an end. You can tell that, thanks to Sticky Fingers, even just massaging her boobs like this is starting to push her towards her orgasm, and you're worried it might be a bit too soon for that.

So, with no small amount of regret, you force yourself to let go of her chest. "There. That should be enough there, right?" you ask as you place your hands on her stomach and start spreading soap there. "There's more of you to wash after all."

"Huh?" Lala responds, snapping out of her haze of pleasure. "Oh. Yeah. My boobs are probably squeaky clean by now!"

"Let's make sure the rest of you is as well," you reply, amused. You quickly finish washing her stomach, once again noting that beneath the layer of soft skin you can feel hardened muscles. You then shift to her waist, then her hips, and finally you start washing her thighs. You have to lean against her back to reach them, but you make sure to only lean your chest against it, keeping your hips, and your dick, from touching her.

The outside of her thighs are as soft and smooth as the rest of her. You take another chance to feel her ass, washing the sides of her butt cheeks as you rub where they connect to her leg. With your chest against her back and your head over her shoulder, you can feel the way her heart is beating rapidly in her chest, and see her soap-covered breasts shudder as she takes in a raspy breath.

You can't reach her lower legs, but that's fine. You don't concern yourself with them for now, instead, when you get to her knees, you move to the inside of her thighs. You slowly work your way up, making sure to wash the top and inside of her thighs as you inch toward her crotch. You can tell from the way she breathes and her voice hitches that the higher you go, the more sensitive she gets.

You stop a mere inch from her lower entrance. Her thighs are hot to the touch here, and the slightest movement causes Lala to shudder. You slow down, rubbing them softly, as you reach the top of her thighs. Your fingers are just millimeters from her lower lips. But you don't touch her pussy. Instead, you press your fingers against that small space between her pussy and her legs, the sensitive skin of her groin, working them up and down.

Lala lets out a sharp cry and her thighs smash together, trapping your fingers in their thankfully pliant flesh as she clenches from the pleasure. You recognize her reaction as you accidentally almost bring her to climax, and you pull your hands out from between her thighs. She's a bit more sensitive than you expected.

"You okay there, Lala?" you ask, just a hint of amusement tinging the concerned tone you're using.

"How come it feels so good?" she asks, catching her breath as she recovers from her near orgasm. "When the maids wash me it never felt like that."

Hmm. What is the best way to answer that? "Love, maybe?" you posit after thinking about it for a moment. "The touch of a lover is different from a friend or a servant."

"Oh! That makes sense." She seems content with that answer and leans back against you.

"Just one place left to wash, then you can rinse off," you say as you back up slightly, forcing her to sit upright.

"Huh?" she asks, confused. "You aren't done?"

"I still have to wash this," you say as you reach down and carefully wrap a hand around the base of her tail, which has spent most of this time wrapped around your calf.

Her back instantly stiffens. "A-Aki-kun, that place is really sensitive-"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," you reassure her as you softly grasp it. You've never felt anything quite like her tail before. It's almost leathery but far too soft and smooth. But it's much firmer than her skin so it can't really be compared to that.

Lala squirms under your touch but doesn't protest again as you gently rub her tail. Her tail itself sways and waggles under your hands, though you gently coax it from around your leg so you can wash it all. Inch by inch you work your way down her tail, headed for the tip.

The closer you get, the more Lala reacts. She's biting her lip now, her moans muffled but still very audible. You press a bit more firmly against her tail, your own excitement growing as you observe Lala's reactions.

Finally, you reach the tip and the flat spade-like part there. You hold her tail just under it with one hand, to prevent it from slipping out of your grasp, as you use your other hand to touch it.

Lala's arms wrap around herself, hands desperately grabbing onto her upper arms as she tries to contain her reaction to your actions. Her voice escapes her lips, filling the bathroom with an echoing cry of pleasure.

You grin, excitement flashing through you at her reaction, and redouble your efforts. You trace your fingers along every subtle curve of her tail, feeling the ridge where the sides grow out from the central core and brushing against the almost sharp tip.

Her tail is suddenly yanked out of your hands as Lala leans forwards and lets out another moan of pleasure. Her tail thrashes and her body shudders, and you realize that you just made her cum by touching her tail.

Oops? You didn't mean to take it that far, her tail must be much more sensitive than you suspected. You put a hand on her back and gently pat her. "You okay Lala?" you ask, this time actually concerned. You're pretty sure she's never climaxed before.

"What- was that?" she asks while short of breath. But she looks up at you, a smile on her face and eyes sparkling.

"Did it feel like something building up in your lower stomach and then exploding out in waves of pleasure?" you ask. She nods. "Well, that was probably an orgasm then. Do you know what that is?"

She thinks for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I don't think I've heard of that."

"Did you not have sexual education classes?"

"Oh, I skipped those," Lala admitted. "My teachers were boring, and they gave up after a while and let me just learn on my own."

You hold back a sigh at the irresponsibility of her teachers, and her parents for allowing that. Still, you're all too happy to take advantage of it.

"Well, remember how I mentioned the touch of a lover is different? There are ways that lovers can touch each other that feel really good. And when you feel really really good, you orgasm, which is that burst of pleasure. I didn't realize your tail was so sensitive, so I accidentally made you orgasm."

"That's okay! It was surprising but it felt really good!" She pauses, tilting her head as a thought occurs to her. "Could I make you orgasm, then?"

You blink, surprised at the question. But you recover quickly and realize that you really shouldn't be. Lala is a sweet girl, and there's no way she wouldn't reciprocate. You smile at her, even as your heart starts to beat rapidly in your chest as your excitement grows. "I would love it if you did," you tell her honestly.

She turns around, excited. She looks you up and down, eyes once again lingering on your throbbing erection for a moment before she looks you in the eyes. "How do I do that though? You don't have a tail."

You chuckle. "A tail is not the only spot that feels good," you explain. "After all, it felt really good when I was washing your boobs, and when I was between your legs, right? Those are both very sensitive spots for a girl. I guess, in your case, your tail is also on that list. For a guy, their main spot is their penis."

You wrap a hand around the base of your dick. Lala's eyes are watching your hand with an intense focus as she listens to your explanation. "There are lots and lots of ways to make it feel good, many of which can also make you feel good, but since this is your first time we'll stick with something simple, okay? Just gently wrap your fingers around the shaft of my penis, and stroke it like this." You move your own hand up and down a couple times, showing her what to do. "Got it?"

"Yep!" she replies. As she reaches for your cock you move your hand out of the way so she has plenty of room. Your dick is on the larger side, but not to hentai levels, hovering somewhere between six and seven inches, which you consider to be a good size for any girl. Then again, Sexual Calibration means you don't have to worry about being too large for a girl, so maybe finding a way to pack on a couple more inches could be fun.

Your focus is brought back to the present moment by Lala's cool fingers gently touching the hot and sensitive skin of your dick. She gasps slightly in surprise, both at the heat and the way it twitches when she touches it, but only hesitates for a moment before wrapping her hand around it entirely.

You breathe in sharply, trying to contain your reaction to the shock of pleasure that pierces through you. You've been waiting two lifetimes to feel the touch of a pink-haired girl, and that day has finally arrived.

Lala looks up at you, delight and curiosity in her eyes as she sees the way you react. A smile grows on her lips as she starts moving her hand up and down your shaft. Each movement sends waves of electricity down the length of your cock. A groan of pleasure escapes your lips and the way Lala lights up at the sign that she's making you feel good washes away any desire to hide your reactions.

Lala's hand falls into a rhythm as she strokes you, the soap from her body providing the lubrication needed to keep it smooth until you've released enough precum for her to use that.

You can feel your climax already approaching, the week without masturbation and the stimulation of the past day causing you to reach your limit much quicker than you otherwise would have. You concentrate on holding it back though, wanting to enjoy the moment for as long as possible.

"Am I doing it right?" Lala asks, excitement clear in her tone.

"You're amazing," you breathe out. "I'm so close to cumming."

"Coming?" she asks.

"Another way to say orgasming," you quickly explain. "Focus on the tip, it's more sensitive."

She does as you instruct and moves her hand up, shifting to short and rapid strokes centered just below the head of your penis. Her soft fingers squeeze against the sensitive skin there, sending particularly sharp spikes of pleasure down your shaft.

You feel yourself tip over the edge, past the point of no return. "I'm cumming!" you warn her with a groan. Your hips jerk in her hand and your back arches as the most powerful orgasm of your life washes over you. Your eyes squeeze shut as your body shudders and your balls churn as you feel thick ropes of cum travel up your dick to shoot out, your dick twitching with each spurt.

Shot after shot leaves you as your climax is drawn out in what feels like an eternity, but it eventually peters out, each spurt weaker than the last. Your chest heaves as you take a deep breath, and you open your eyes to look at Lala.

She looks quite surprised. Probably because of all the cum that is covering her. None of it reached her face, but it covers her breasts and her stomach, dripping down towards her snatch. It's also all over her hand, which she's holding up to look closer at.

"What is this?" she asks, spreading her fingers, causing a strand of it to slowly sag down between them.

"When a man orgasms, he releases that," you explain as you catch your breath. "It's called semen or cum, which is why 'cumming' is another word for orgasming. Semen and orgasm are more formal and clinical terms, whereas cum and cumming are slang and more commonly used."

It feels a little weird to be explaining something like that right after experiencing the best sensation you've ever felt, but you don't mind. Lala has a lot to learn, and you're happy to teach her.

"That's neat!" Lala says, practically playing with it. "It's a little messy though."

"Why don't you taste it?" you suggest, the image of Lala swallowing your cum suddenly entering your mind. "It's not unusual for a girl to drink or eat their lover's cum, though not everyone likes it very much."

"Really?" Lala asks, curiosity obviously piqued. She reaches down to her lower stomach and scoops a small handful of your semen into her hand. You watch as she brings it to her mouth and pours the thick liquid into it, tongue extended to catch any drips.

Her cheeks shift as she works her jaw and tongue, getting a good taste of the material in her mouth before swallowing it and smiling. "That's pretty good! Kinda sweet."

Sweet? Isn't it usually described as bitter? Then again, that's a human girl tasting it, not a half-Charmian half-Devilukean, and you already know Lala's sense of taste is vastly different. And, for that matter, you're half-Charmian yourself. Who knows what kind of effect that has on how your cum tastes.

"I'm glad you like it. You should probably rinse off before it starts drying."

"Aww, we're not gonna do more?" she pouts.

"Later," you promise. "For now, let's just wash up instead of making each other dirtier, alright?"

She giggles. "Okay!" she agrees before using the shower head to start rinsing off. Things today went further than you expected, but you still don't want to rush them. You want to savor Lala.

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