After being banished by the hero, I decided to join another party – the revival of the legendary hero's team! However, the seductive heroine in her thirties clad in a bikini armor has a mysterious reason why she can't fight! - Episode 16

“That much!?”

Both Aisha and I were stunned by the sheer amount she mentioned.

“Of course,” Aisha said nonchalantly, leaning back with a confident smile. “When I was disowned by the imperial family, they compensated me handsomely. Add to that the enormous sum the Demon Realm gave me—since human currency is useless to them, they just gave me piles of it.”

“…That’s incredible,” I muttered, still trying to process it.

“Astounding,” Olga added, equally astonished.

While Olga and I had accumulated a respectable amount of money—enough to comfortably live for a while—Aisha’s wealth was on an entirely different level.

And it wasn’t just her current wealth. With her Satan Prince Mother status, she had an endless source of resources from demons and monsters alike, ensuring a safe and comfortable life.

Honestly, she could easily spend the rest of her life in luxury without lifting a finger.

That said, there was a trade-off: she couldn’t accept monster extermination quests, which meant no further growth in her adventurer rank or fame.

“Well,” Aisha said with a carefree grin, “why don’t we just take it easy and enjoy the rest of our lives?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, scratching my head. “Living off someone else’s wealth feels a bit… too much like freeloading. I’d still like to work in some capacity.”

“You don’t need to,” Olga chimed in. “If Aisha has enough wealth, why work unnecessarily? Besides, it’d be strange for someone of your A-rank status to take on menial jobs like herb gathering or gutter cleaning.”

She had a point. An A-rank adventurer doing such tasks would raise eyebrows. Effectively, I was in a semi-retirement phase.

“True,” I admitted.

For now, I decided to let things settle and think about it later. But then a different thought occurred to me.

“By the way,” I asked, my tone shifting, “why are both of you still in your underwear after taking a shower?”

Aisha sat with her legs crossed, clad in a sheer red bra and matching panties, while Olga wore a similarly translucent set, only hers was a deep purple.

“Oh, these?” Aisha said with a sly grin. “We went shopping earlier and picked them out together. What do you think? Does it suit me?”

“I-I mean…” I stammered, unable to find the words.

“I-it’s not like I chose this myself,” Olga said quickly, her face flushing. “Aisha insisted it was necessary… for nighttime duties.”

“Nighttime duties…” My voice trailed off.

I had agreed to let Olga join the party and even live with us, but I wasn’t ready for this sudden turn of events.

“Nighttime duties are exactly what you think,” Aisha said with a teasing smile. “Wouldn’t it feel lonely to sleep apart? And leaving Olga out while we… you know… would be awkward, right? So why not all sleep together?”

“S-sleep together?” I gulped, feeling my throat go dry.

“Exactly. So, wouldn’t it be better for us to all share the same bed?”

“I… I mean…”

Olga looked up at me, her eyes shy yet pleading. “I don’t want to impose on the two of you, but… if it’s okay…”

As I hesitated, unsure of how to respond, Aisha leaned in with her usual boldness.

“Fudra,” she said, her tone playful, “since you’re hesitating, let me help you decide.”

She reached over and unclasped Olga’s bra, letting it slide off before Olga could react.

“Ah! W-what are you doing!?” Olga cried, hastily trying to cover herself.

“Look at this,” Aisha said, ignoring Olga’s protests. “This flawless, pale skin and these gorgeous br3asts—don’t you think it’d be a waste not to enjoy them, Fudra?”

Grabbing my hand, she pressed it against Olga’s chest, leaving me frozen in shock.

Then, Aisha slid her other hand down, teasing the waistband of Olga’s panties.

“W-wait, Aisha! This is too much—!”

“Don’t be shy, Olga. If you want to stay with us, you’ll have to get used to this. Now, go ahead and kiss him properly.”

With a trembling breath, Olga leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. Her soft, tentative kiss quickly deepened, her tongue brushing against mine.

“Haa… haa…” Olga pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her breathing unsteady.

“So, Fudra,” Aisha said, her voice low and sultry, “what’ll it be? Would you rather sleep alone, or would you like to spend the night with both of us?”

I could feel my resolve crumbling under their combined gazes. My hand, still resting on Olga’s chest, instinctively gripped tighter, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

“Fudra…” Olga whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

There was no way I could resist this temptation.

“Together,” I finally said, my voice barely audible. “The three of us.”

Aisha’s grin widened. “Good choice. Then let’s make tonight memorable, starting with Olga’s… initiation.”

“Initiation?” Olga repeated, her voice shaking.

“That’s right,” Aisha purred, her mischievous smile growing. “Now, go ahead and show Fudra what you’ve got.”

“Like this?” Olga asked, hesitantly pushing me back onto the bed and leaning in for another kiss.

“Perfect,” Aisha purred. “Let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

And with that, my life took a turn I never thought possible.

I found myself pinned down with Olga straddling my hips, her body pressed intimately against mine as she clung to me.

The sheer absurdity of the situation—the presence of Aisha watching us—made it all the more awkward.

“Well then,” Aisha said with a sly smile, her tone playful. “Olga is new to this, so Fudra, you’ll have to take the lead… Ah—” She leaned over and kissed Olga on the lips while her hands roamed over Olga’s chest.

At this moment, Olga was seated on top of me, and Aisha was fondling her from behind.

The chaotic scene before me left me stunned, unable to muster any resistance. Before I realized it, I had become utterly captivated by the two of them, giving in to the overwhelming sensations.

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When I finally came to my senses, it was nighttime.

We had gone well past the “morning after,” plunging straight into nightfall.

I glanced around the room, now littered with empty potion bottles—a testament to the intensity of our 24-hour marathon.

Beside me, the two women lay sound asleep, their faces radiant with satisfaction.

At first, Olga had been shy, blushing deeply and wincing in pain. But once the initial barriers were broken, her enthusiasm proved to be relentless.

Not to be outdone, Aisha had matched Olga’s passion, sparking a heated competition between the two that left me utterly spent.

Looking at them now, I couldn’t help but marvel at the surreal sight.

Aisha, with her tanned, athletic beauty radiating vitality, lay on one side of me.

On the other side was Olga, her pale skin glowing in contrast, exuding a delicate allure.

Both were bare, vulnerable, and breathtakingly stunning as they slept peacefully.

It was a scene of unimaginable bliss, yet it filled me with a peculiar sense of dread.

This happiness… It’s almost too much. Too perfect. Too terrifyingly fragile.