Milk Princess 3: Epilogue

“There is actually a good way of having Akira officially recognized as our husband.”

After making love over and over again, they had gone to the bath together and washed off all the various bodily fluids. It was dark out by the time they returned to the bedroom.

They had changed back into their ordinary clothes and the queen suddenly broached that subject while cooling her heated body on the sofa.

“Eh? Is that true, mother!?”

“How do we do that?”

The princesses leaned forward in excitement. They had been told it would not be easy for that to happen, so was there really some secret trick?

Akira listened carefully to what she said next.

“Yes. First of all, Akira must officially marry me.”

She gave a meaningful smile while hugging the boy seated next to her.

She pressed his face into the open cleavage of her dress to block his vision and his right to speak. The princesses were not going to remain silent, however.

“Wh-what!? Why should he do that?”

“That’s right! No fair just having him marry you!”

They burned with jealous flames, so the queen continued speaking to calm them down.

“Hear me out. Then, if Akira and I have a daughter, you two are free to abdicate your right to the throne and I can abdicate the throne to officially leave it with her. If we do that, far fewer boys will come seeking your hand in marriage and Akira will have a solid position in the royal family as father of the queen.”

With Stella and Rosemary as sisters of the queen instead of daughters of the queen, the queendom’s powerful nobles would be more interested in their new sister. There would still be people hoping to use them for a political marriage, but the biggest hurdle in this plan was the initial marriage to Christina. That one would rock the entire queendom.

“You can’t possibly do that!!”

The princess sisters rejected their mother’s idea with all their might and they grabbed at his arms as if to claim him as their own.

“Oh? I can’t? But I thought it was such a good idea.”

“For you, maybe.”

Christina placed a hand on her cheek and sighed in disappointment, but it all seemed too performative.

(Still, it’s hard to imagine Queen Christina and me having a kid. Come to think of it, I might have a kid with Princess Stella, Princess Rosemary, and Sherris too.)

Whether Christina had been serious or joking, he had never really thought about the fact that all this sex could lead to impregnating them one day.

But if that happened, it would be a lot harder to hide their relationship with the boy. Still, he could not help but fantasize about being surrounded by his beloved wives and their babies.

“How about this?” asked Stella. “Whoever has Akira’s baby first gets to officially marry him.”

“An interesting idea!” said Rosemary. “Although I will obviously be #1!!”

“Girls, we were trying to come up with a way for all of us to marry him.”

The princesses started to fight over him again while Christina and Sherris watched on in amusement.

Akira could not participate in the conversation while trapped between the two of them. He had so emotionally sworn his eternal love to them, but nothing had actually changed.

“Hee hee. But if that is how you want to do it, I should start the babymaking with Akira right away,” said the queen.

“Hold on! I thought you just rejected that idea!” said Rosemary.

“I want Akira’s baby too,” said Stella.

“Sir Akira, please impregnate me as well,” said Sherris.

Even after having so much sex earlier, his wives pressed their breasts against him and gave him hopeful looks.

(Oh, no. What am I supposed to do?)

With arms around his neck, arms, hips, and legs, he truly could not escape.

He now had four beautiful, cute, and sexy wives, so he was sure to continue suffering from this happy sort of problem for a long time to come.