My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill

Chapter 510: Chapter 510

Jessica joined them, wrapping an arm around Satou’s waist. ”One hundred twenty-nine new defenders in one day. The settlement just became significantly more powerful.”

”And more unified,” Satou added, watching the newly named serpentfolk already integrating with their settlement counterparts, sharing battle experiences and tactical insights. ”Vessa and her warriors aren’t mercenaries anymore. They’re family.

Gruk approached with Kelvin, both looking impressed.

”Lord Satou,” Gruk rumbled, ”Valka alone could match my strength now. Combined with all the other high orcs and hobgoblins... we’re stronger than before the war.”

”Much stronger,” Kelvin agreed. ”And Vessa’s tactical abilities will complement Lyra’s perfectly. We’ll have two brilliant strategic minds coordinating our defense.”

Satou nodded. ”That’s the idea. Keep building. Keep strengthening. Make this settlement impossible to destroy.”

Before either Gruk or Kelvin could continue, Jessica stepped forward with that gentle but firm healer’s authority.

”That’s enough for now,” she said, her voice kind but brooking no argument. ”Satou needs rest. He may say the naming didn’t strain him, but he still needs to recover properly.”

Lyra nodded in agreement, her hand tightening possessively on Satou’s. ”Jessica’s right. Gruk, Kelvin—coordinate with Theron and Valka on integrating the new refugees into work crews. We’ll reconvene tomorrow to discuss long-term planning.”

Gruk bowed respectfully. ”Of course. Rest well, Lord Satou.”

Kelvin grinned knowingly—he’d seen this dynamic between the three of them before. ”We’ll handle everything. You’re in good hands.”

As Gruk and Kelvin departed, Lyra and Jessica flanked Satou, each taking one of his arms with clear possessive intent.

”Come on,” Lyra said softly, already guiding him toward their shared quarters. ”You’ve done enough for today.”

”I’m fine,” Satou protested, though he didn’t resist their guidance. ”The naming really didn’t—”

”We know,” Jessica interrupted gently, her blue eyes meeting his with warmth and concern. ”But you’ve been running non-stop since the war ended. Memorial ceremony, accepting refugees, mass naming... You need to rest. Let us take care of you for once.”

They walked through the settlement together, the newly named refugees and existing settlers parting respectfully to let them pass. By now, everyone knew that Satou’s two wives were fiercely protective of him, and no one dared interrupt when they were ushering him away.

Their quarters were larger than most—a necessity when three people shared living space. The main room served as both strategic planning area and private sanctuary, with maps and reports organized neatly on one side and comfortable furnishings on the other.

The bedroom beyond was spacious enough for all three of them, the large bed a custom construction that Gruk had built specifically for their unconventional arrangement.

As soon as the door closed behind them, the atmosphere shifted.

Lyra turned to face Satou, her golden eyes intense with emotion she rarely showed in public. ”One hundred twenty-nine people. You gave one hundred twenty-nine people new lives today. New power. New purpose.”

”You were incredible out there,” Jessica added, moving to stand beside Lyra. ”Watching you transform all of them, seeing the hope in their eyes... that’s the settlement’s true strength. Not just power, but the love you show your people.”

Satou looked between his two wives—Lyra with her brilliant tactical mind and fierce loyalty, Jessica with her gentle healing nature and unwavering devotion—and felt something warm bloom in his chest.

”I couldn’t do any of this without you both,” he said honestly. ”Lyra, you identified exactly who to name. Jessica, you made sure everyone stayed safe during the transformations. We’re a team. Always have been.”

”A team,” Lyra repeated, stepping closer until she was mere inches away. ”Is that all we are?”

Before Satou could respond, she reached up and pulled him down into a kiss—fierce, possessive, full of the passion she usually kept carefully controlled. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressing against his with clear intent.

When she finally pulled back, both were breathing harder.

”You’re ours, Satou,” Lyra said, her voice husky. ”Our husband. Our love. Our entire world. And right now, we want to show you exactly how much we appreciate everything you do.”

Jessica moved to his other side, her touch gentler but no less intense. She guided his face toward hers and kissed him differently than Lyra—slower, sweeter, but with underlying hunger that spoke of desires carefully restrained during public duties.

”We love you,” Jessica whispered against his lips. ”Both of us. So much.”

Satou’s arms wrapped around both women, pulling them close. ”I love you too. Both of you. More than I can express.”

Lyra’s hands moved to his shirt, beginning to unfasten it with practiced efficiency. ”Then don’t express it with words,” she said, that slight smile playing at her lips. ”We have better ways to communicate.”

Jessica’s fingers joined hers, the two women working in tandem to remove his clothing with mixture of urgency and tenderness. Their touches were familiar—years of intimacy had taught them exactly how to move together, how to share without competing, how to love the same man without jealousy.

”Bed,” Lyra commanded softly, guiding Satou backward. ”Now.”

Satou let himself be guided, marveling at how these two extraordinary women had chosen him. Lyra—brilliant, fierce, loyal to her core. Jessica—gentle, healing, with strength that showed in quiet determination rather than loud displays.

They reached the bed, and Lyra gently pushed Satou to sit on the edge. Both women stood before him, beginning to remove their own clothing with deliberate slowness.

Lyra moved first, her robes falling away to reveal the lean, athletic body underneath—years of tactical planning hadn’t softened her warrior’s physique. Her dark hair fell loose around her shoulders, golden eyes never leaving Satou’s face.

Jessica followed, her healer’s dress pooling at her feet. Where Lyra was lean muscle, Jessica was softer curves—her body built for nurturing and comfort, though no less beautiful for it. Her blonde hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the window.

”You’re staring,” Lyra observed with amusement.

”I always stare,” Satou replied honestly. ”How could I not? You’re both beautiful.”

Jessica blushed—even after years together, compliments still affected her. Lyra simply smiled, confident in her effect on him.