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I woke up with such a strong sense of… peace, satisfaction and tranquil bliss that morning. I had Mila in one arm and Sarah in the other, and Grace, Noelle and Alice were sharing the bed with us, too. It was… packed, yes. Very much so. But dammit, I didn’t feel a drop of discomfort. Instead, walking up to the warm feeling of women’s bodies so close to me was pure, lazy bliss.

Sarah snuggled against me, nuzzling her nose against my neck and planting soft kisses on my collarbone. Mila moved her hand up to my chest, lovingly caressing it while she kissed my cheek.

“Good morning,” I said, stretching languidly.

“Morning,” Mila and Sarah answered at the same time.

“Mmmm, good morning,” Grace said, sitting up on her spot at the far left edge of the bed. She looked at her phone and let out a soft sigh of relief. “Good, it’s still not time to leave. We have an hour and a half.”

“Can we stay one more day?” Noelle asked, yawning and shrinking into a fetal position and covering herself up with the sheets.

“Do you have the money to pay for another full day?” Alice asked her, sitting up at her side with a yawn of her own.

“I’m up,” I said, quickly rising from the bed at the prospect of paying more.

“No you don’t,” Mila said, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down. She and Sarah hugged me closer, practically getting on top of me.

“We never get chances to laze around in bed,” Sarah said. “Let’s enjoy it a bit longer.”

“Aren’t you the only one who’s shared a bed with him for a whole night?” Noelle asked Sarah.

Sarah flinched. “Ugh. Fine, you can have my spot. I’ll go take a shower.”

The blonde hopped off the bed while the redhead happily took her spot, cuddling with me and deliberately rubbing her breasts against my side.

“Mind if we share?” Grace asked Sarah. “If we shower one at a time we’ll take too long.”

“Sure, come in.”

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and watched Sarah and Grace go into the shower together, fully naked. They weren’t going to put on a show or anything, but it was a sight I needed to see regardless.

“You STILL want to go on?” Noelle asked me, her jaw half hanging. “How many times did you come last night?”

“Over 20 at a minimum,” Mila said. Then, wordlessly, she crawled under the bed sheets and soon enough I felt the wetness of her mouth around my morning wood.

“A pleasant surprise is that I thought my pussy would hurt a lot more, but it doesn’t,” Alice said, taking Mila’s previous spot at my side. She kissed the corner of my lips before slipping her tongue inside my mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Noelle agreed. “I felt kinda sore by the time we stopped, but now it’s fine. So… if you want…”

“I’ll… restrain myself,” I said half-joking. “I don’t want to risk us missing our checkout.”

I did let Mila finish me off before I took my turn in the shower with her. I mean, how could I not after what she did?

Thirty minutes later, as we were getting ready to leave, Mila made an innocent suggestion.

“Hey Oliver, if that receptionist is down at the desk again, flirt with her!”

I felt a chill run down my back and I couldn’t help but look at her in horror. “N-Now…!?”

“What’s the difference between doing it now and doing it later?” Grace asked.

“Yeah. If you’re going to do it, better do it soon, right?” Noelle said easily. The nonchalant way in which she said it, along with the matching feelings I read in her, confirmed that she did, in fact, was in full support of me going through with it.

“We can afford this place, but it’s still not cheap,” Alice said. “You’re not gonna get many chances to see her, right? You’d have to at least ask for her number.”

“We can leave first and wait for you outside so we don’t get in the way,” Sarah said.

“Isn’t it too sudden? And won’t I look bad flirting with her after spending the night at a hotel with five girls?”

Sarah sighed, frustration leaking. “Alright, then don’t do it. Walk past her and we’ll just leave.”

I scowled. “Alright, I get it. I’ll do it. You don’t need to get like that.”

“Sorry, love, but it’s a little frustrating that you still think like that after… well, everything,” Grace told me bluntly.

Alice playfully spanked my butt. “Like I said, confidence!”

"He has a point, though," Noelle said. "Asking for her contact info after spending the night with five women seems a bit..."

"It should be fine, right?" Mila said. "Remember, people believe it's normal for Oliver to have multiple girlfriends. I don't think she'll think it's THAT weird. And yeah, when's the next time he's gonna see her?"

"Ah. Good point." Noelle nodded.

I groaned and rubbed the back of my neck. They got the point across. Supportive as they were, hearing me doubt myself over and over would irritate even them.

Well! Time to apply the old strategy of ‘fake it until you make it’ again. If I wasn’t confident, I’d just have to act like I was. Push forward with the belief things will work out… somehow.

Yeah, I could do it. Now, at least.

And then, after all the support from the girls and psyching myself up, it turned out that the receptionist I liked wasn’t down there at all.

…

Huh. I didn’t think I’d be so frustrated and disappointed. It got to the point that it bothered me all the way home. I had made up my mind, so it was like all that mental power had gone down the drain.

…

The girls and I went our own ways, all of us returning to our homes. We wanted to spend a bit more time together, maybe go for a walk in the park, but Noelle had to return home early and so did Mila. If so, then we all made the decision to hang out together again the next day.

When I got home, the sound of little paws rushing from the second floor welcomed me just before Cake did. When she reached me, she immediately began to rub herself on my legs, tail high up.

“Sorry, but even though it’s different, you have to learn to share me, too. It’s just how it is,” I told her. Still, I picked her up and scratched around her neck. Cake purred and rubbed her head against my face. And here I thought cats were supposed to be cold and indifferent.

“Mom? Sis?” I called, walking up the stairs.

“Mom went out to buy some things!” Isabelle yelled from her room. When I walked past, I saw her door was open and she was sitting at her desk, staring at her computer screen, watching videos while still in her pajama shirt, dolphin short and awfully disheveled.

“You still haven’t taken a shower, stinky?” I asked her.

“I’m working!” she said. Then, Isabelle turned to face me, an excited smirk on her face. “Oliver, let’s make a channel for you!”

“No.”

My answer was immediate… but not final.

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