More of living together.

We had dinner in the dining room. Alice made these really tasty croquettes and Sarah made several different salads. After a short rest, we went up to the gym on the third floor, though we kind of had to drag Grace and Noelle.

“I did enough today,” Grace said, moaning. “Do you know how many stairs I climbed just this morning alone?”

“Besides, Frey’s powers keep us fit and healthy, right? Do we really need to exercise more?” Noelle asked.

“Don’t grow complacent,” I told them. “If you really don’t want to exercise more, I won’t **** you, but nothing in life is certain, not even Frey’s powers. Building strong, healthy habits is the best you can do for yourself.”

“See? This shit right here is why I love him so much,” Sarah said, running up to me to kiss my cheek before going over to the treadmill

“I’m not going to lag behind,” Mila said, going to the stationary bike, her brow furrowed. “The girls at the modeling school… Some are taller than me, have longer legs, or even more aesthetic figures.”

“I find that last part hard to believe,” I told her.

Mila nodded. “I’m confident that I’m… conventionally attractive. But I know that’s not always what people look for in a model. I need to keep myself fit or the girls with traits I lack will leave me in the dust.”

I could feel a sort of… instinctual determination from Mila. It wasn’t like she was forcing herself to work hard. Rather, she had seen her direct competition, seen part of the wider world. I don’t think she had processed it like I did, but she had also found herself lacking and feeling like she needed to do something.

“Come on,” Alice said, walking past Grace and Noelle and giving each of them a spank on the butt. “Healthy body, healthy mind. Besides, you’ll miss the group bath after this.”

Noelle chuckled. “Alright, alright.”

Grace still didn’t look too happy, but she changed her shirt and hopped beside Mila on one of the bikes.

As for myself, I took advantage that this was, well, my own house, and went at it shirtless. I don’t really like the feeling of wearing a soaked shirt. That it was eye-candy for the girls was a happy coincidence.

I did my usual routine of warm-up exercises then went to the treadmill and set it up so that it began as a light job, becoming progressively faster until it became a long, full sprint.

I will admit that I’m still not sure how to feel about doing this with the girls watching, because… Well… It felt like showing off. They didn’t often get to see me perform feats of high strength or athletic skill. Unless having sex while carrying them counts. They didn’t comment, but their surprise was clear.

I did my squats with 200 kilos on my back and rested for a bit while drying off the sweat with a towel. I’d been slowly pushing myself to do it with higher and higher weight, and I was now at the 200s, which Mr. Carlos tells me it’s well past just advanced. He does his own squats with 270 kilos, but he’s also bigger and weighs more than me.

“Haha… Maybe I shouldn’t do… the same exercises as you at the same time,” Alice said, panting.

I turned to the side and saw her sitting down her own barbell. She was also doing back squats, but hers didn’t have any weights on, meaning only 20 kilos.

“It’s a little discouraging since I struggle even with no extra plates,” she said.

I shook my head. “Remember that most of my strength and endurance comes from magic. I woke up one morning being able to bench press 70 kilos.”

“And now you’re at 140kg, aren’t you?” Sarah said, stepping off the lat pulldown machine. Her skin glistened with sweat, and she very unceremoniously wiped it off, even under the armpits. “It’s not all magic now, is it?”

“I suppose not, but still, I got a big head start.”

“Ew! Sarah! Do you really have to wipe your armpit like that?” Mila asked her.

“Hm? And how should I do it? I’m sweating all over.”

“Well… You know…”

Noelle chuckled. “Now that we’re living together, grace will quickly have to go out the window. Sooner or later we’ll all hear each other fart.”

“Hey, this is the third floor. Don’t throw me out the window,” Grace said.

To that, Alice snickered, trying to hold back a laugh before it came out.

“Oh, come on, even I think the joke was lame,” Grace said.

“No, I think Noelle saying ‘fart’ is what got to her,” I said, which made Alice laugh even harder.

Twenty minutes later, we finished a complete hour of workout and moved to what we had decided to call the spa. It was a big bathroom with two spacious showers, two large hot tubs and four countertop cabinets arranged in a square in the middle where we kept mostly towels. No toilets here, which I think it’s good because the walls have mirrors that nearly reached the ceiling, and I don't like to see myself pooping.

And like I said, we have two hot tubs because the idea is to, you know, have space. And yet in our first time ever using this room, I began to think that that second tub was a waste of money.

Since the hot tubs were about the size of a double bed, the six of us still fit. If we were to add Diana and Fernanda we’d be a lot tighter, but… considering how close we were sticking to each other even with space to spare, I don’t think that would be a problem.

“I’m beat…” Grace said, resting her head on my shoulder with a deep, tired sigh. “I can barely feel my legs. Love, can I ask for a quick orgasm?”

I chuckled. “Fine, you earned it.”

I held Grace close to me and put my hand between her legs and gently rubbed her slit and clit under the hot water. She began to breathe deeply and closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the rising pleasure.

“Mila? With me?” Alice asked with a chuckle.

“Is that a problem?”

“Nope. Come here.”

I watched from the corner of my eye as Mila climbed on Alice’s lap. The two made out deeply while deliberately rubbing their chests together. Alice cupped Mila’s cheek as the model-in-training seemed to melt.

“Oliver, I earned it too, didn’t I?” Noelle said, approaching me with a pouting look.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her to me and gobbled up one of her tits like I hadn’t just had dinner an hour ago. Noelle licked her grinning lips and held my head close. She was happy to let me suck her nipples while fingering Grace.

And there in the corner, all alone, Sarah rose to sit on the edge of the tub, legs spread, one hand on her pussy and the other groping her own boob.

“Ugh, you’re all so fucking hot. I can’t decide where to look…” the blonde said.

We all had our orgasms at different times, but it was deeply enjoyable. No rush, no checklist. Just fooling around as we desired.

And that third night in our house, the girls all snuck into my bed with me.

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