That night, after finishing their meal at the inn, they returned to their room.
"Fam, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to."
"Huh? In this room?"
Her suspicion was understandable.
"That's right. I want you to meet her. She might help us learn about special skills."
He raised his right hand and concentrated deeply.
"Summon the goddess!"
The room filled with light. The radiance eventually converged, and just as before, Lachshel appeared sitting on the bed.
His head spun from the effort. Despite his increased level, his magical power still wasn't sufficient.
"...This is the person who smelled like white panties... N-no, La-la-Lachshel!"
Fam looked shocked, her mouth hanging open.
"Oh my! My lord, it's Lady Lachshel!"
"That's right. I summoned her. It's been a while, Lachshel."
Lachshel puffed out her cheeks and turned away.
"Lachshel, are you angry?"
"Even though you touched my chest so much last time, I wanted to be Mash's first too! What a beast!"
Her childish manner of speaking made her anger seem oddly misplaced.
"Master, what exactly is going on..."
Fam was beginning to look upset after hearing Lachshel's words.
"Even I knew that since you're an adventurer, I couldn't have you all to myself, Master. But I didn't think you'd introduce someone to me when just yesterday you were touching her chest. That's cruel! I was preparing myself for today. I thought you'd love only me for at least a year!"
Compared to Lachshel's complaints, Fam's growing anger seemed more justified and serious. He needed to address Fam first. Having no excuse, he decided to change the subject.
"Wait, Fam. You didn't fully enjoy yourself yesterday."
"Wh-what are you talking about?! It was wonderful. It's just a feeling. It made me incredibly happy."
He realized he'd missed the point.
"But I want to make sure you fully experience it. I want to make you feel even better."
"If that's the case, I can show you what feels good to me."
Fam seemed to have abandoned her usual shyness in her anger.
"But what if you haven't experienced it yet? I'll pretend I have and consider your feelings."
"Well, maybe that's true. I've only heard about it from others, so I don't really know what it means to reach that point... but yesterday was my first time too. If I get more practice, that day will come eventually!"
What an unexpected admission. He would have loved to hear more, but there were more pressing matters.
"So, this is Lachshel. Last time we practiced massage techniques. Today we'll practice bringing someone pleasure."
"That's too much!" "What? Would you do that to a goddess?"
Lachshel and Fam shouted simultaneously.
"Fam, you can guide me on what feels good. I'll try it on Lachshel."
"No way," Fam refused.
"Alright, then you can just observe or read a guidebook. I'll manage."
"N-no! There's no other option... I'll help."
He turned to Lachshel again.
"That's what we're doing. Lachshel, I hope you're ready."
"Wh-what? What do you mean by 'ready'?!"
He approached Lachshel, lifted her skirt, and removed her white underwear. She offered no resistance.
He encountered the golden mound again.
He handed the undergarment to Fam.
"Here's a souvenir. Take it."
"Huh?" Fam accepted it, confused.
He gently parted Lachshel's legs, revealing her intimate area.
"You're being quite compliant."
"I know Mash's magical power is limited. I don't want it to end abruptly like last time. I've been waiting since then."
When he spread her open gently, the delicate folds parted. Fam, standing beside him, peered with interest.
"It's beautiful. It looks untouched."
"It is new. I haven't explored it myself like Fam has."
Fam, unprepared for such a direct comment, turned bright red and fell silent. He made a mental note to discuss her private habits another time.
"I thought you appeared because you had free time."
"We don't normally exist in this form. We manifest this way when connecting with humans."
She started explaining something complex, but his drained magical energy made it difficult to focus. Though curious about divine beings, the moment demanded his attention.
"Fam, guide me. Where should I begin?"
"Okay, start with the sensitive bud. First, touch it gently to make it responsive."
"You seem quite knowledgeable now?"
"It's because my master is so clueless! I don't know what to do either."
Fam seemed conflicted. His distraction tactic was working.
"Now, let me try."
"Wait—Lady Lachshel says it's her first time. Let me help prepare her."
"That's right. Well then."
He recalled touching her before, but his memory was hazy. This time he wanted to be more attentive. He reached forward.
Fam helped gently spread the folds to make access easier, revealing the sensitive point.
When he pressed his finger against it, Lachshel gasped softly. He continued exploring, trying to gauge her reactions.
"Fam, please help."
"..."
He withdrew his finger. Fam began touching Lachshel more expertly.
"Mmm..." Lachshel's breath caught.
"I'm not sure about the pressure."
Fam took his hand, demonstrating the right movement and pressure. He could feel Lachshel becoming more responsive.
"I'll use my mouth."
"Go ahead."
Fam watched as he moved closer.
"Join me, Fam. Let's do this together."
"I-I'm not comfortable with that. I'd do it for my master, but I don't think it's appropriate with someone else..."
"Please, help me make Lachshel feel wonderful."
"..."
Fam hesitantly leaned in and began participating, matching his rhythm. Their movements sometimes synchronized, sometimes alternated. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming.
His eyes met Fam's. They were incredibly close. He reached to touch her chest while his other hand reached for Lachshel. He felt the contrast between them.
"Ah, ahh, ahh, it feels amazing."
Lachshel gasped.
Fam slipped a finger inside. He removed his hand from her chest and joined his finger with hers. The interior was welcoming, enveloping them in warmth. Their fingers intertwined as Fam guided him to the most sensitive areas. He followed her lead.
"It's incredible, I feel something building, this sensation..."
Lachshel's voice changed in pitch. She seemed to be approaching climax. Her upper body arched backward. They continued their attentions enthusiastically.
"Ah, no, I'm reaching it, I'm there!"
Lachshel collapsed onto the bed, spent.
"It's over... I'm completely..."
He withdrew his fingers and moved back.
His eyes met Fam's. Her face was flushed. He noticed her discreetly shifting against her own hand.
"This is because my master has been affecting me."
A convenient excuse. Seeing Fam reminded him of his own intense arousal.
He realized he wanted more. Lachshel had found release, Fam was enjoying herself, but he remained unsatisfied. He wanted to connect with Lachshel.
He pushed aside her garment, revealing her full breasts.
He positioned himself.
He pressed against Lachshel's receptive entrance, and immediately began to sink in.
"She's so welcoming."
Lachshel seemed not to fully comprehend what was happening in her blissful state.
His head suddenly spun. Wait, he thought. Lachshel looked at him with concern.
He remembered he needed to ask about the Demon King and Fam's special skill.
But his body wouldn't respond, and he couldn't form words.
"Fam, please don't be too hard on Mash."
"What do you mean? Surely Lady Lachshel would prefer to have him to herself?"
"Hmm, it's not quite like that. You see..."
Lachshel seemed to be explaining something important to Fam, but his consciousness faded before he could hear more.