Reincarnated as the Only Human

To start, I needed to designate the lower levels of the house as ’crafting areas’ for each respective thing that I wanted to begin dipping my toes into; brewing alcohol, glassblowing, cutting and polishing stones... there were quite a few things that I needed to begin broadening my understandings of.

So I moved around the unfinished second sub level of the basement and looked at the available rooms before beginning to map out how large my crafting stations and general necessities inside each room would need, which included storage of some kind for myself and for the others to utilize if they want to try their hands at any of this as well.

Chests, cupboards, cabinets, and crates were my go to storage containers, while various tables and counters were set up around the room to provide space to hold things if necessary.

For instance, the glassblowing room needed a stone counter to hold any of my works while they cooled on a rack just above the counter or inside one of the various ’ovens’ I had atop the counters, allowing the heat to gradually and slowly be released instead of being left bare to the open air.

Besides that, I had my gigantic kiln that was almost as large as me in the corner, built into a sandpit and with enough space for me to move the blowpipe around safely, while the various tools were hung on the wall nearby to allow for ease of access.

Beneath the counters were various cabinets meant for storage, and I began to funnel a good portion of the materials I had relating to glassblowing, which was primarily the sand I had as well as a few different minerals that I could use as dyes as well, which would allow me to blow colored glass - blue pots, red panels, purple vases, I could do it all so long as I had the right minerals on hand.

Furnishing that room took a bit, but it finished quite nicely, and it was worth the time invested.

[Glassblowing Studio : Reduce material cost by 15% and cooling times by 10%; enhances colors to appear richer depending on the amount of minerals used]

Like most of the rooms [Architect] granted me, it reduced material cost even more, and that was my primary goal; if I could make 1 new vase for ’free’ for every 7 that I normally made, then that was great - after all, having more materials to use to make whatever I wanted was always a good thing.

Next I went on to furnish the next room, which was a bit smaller thanks to the compactness of its crafting station.

A small furnace, a magnifying glass, various tools, sandpaper, bottles of water and more were laid onto a long table, and various small drawers were built into a cabinet behind the station, where I could store extra - and different - pieces of sandpaper, ingots, stones and more.

Everything in this crafting room was on the smaller side, so the room was a bit more cozy and meant for complete quiet and concentration, so that I could focus on cutting stones and shaping valuable metals into jewelry for my family, myself, and to sell.

[Jewelry Studio : Reduces material cost by 15% and has a 5% chance to upgrade materials into something better]

It was practically similar to my [Jeweler] skill, but that meant that it stacked to a 40% reduction in materials and a 7% chance to improve anything I make... so technically I could try to go from making iron rings and have them be improved to silver, and then smelt those down into silver to be used to make new rings, and then get gold...

A smile graced my lips as I thought about that, the idea of being able to turn basic iron into gold sounding rather appealing, especially since - although I would lose some material most likely - I could consistently melt down whatever I made and try again for that 7% chance, which was really~ high!

While I was mid thought though, Rhefia came down and looked around, curious about everything and hugging me from behind, the towering Deerkin fitting just barely inside the room as she nuzzled my cheek.

”What’s got you so happy? Doing some more impossible things..?”

Leaning into her embrace, I felt my smile widen slightly at that, not saying anything as I enjoyed the wave of mint that washed over me, while the heat from her body was soothing even this deep inside the earth.

”Who am I kidding... of course you are. I mean, this entire house is ’impossible’ in this short amount of time even with magic, and yet here we are~! I think Sari should stop trying to call herself a Goddess... after all, we have one of our own right~ here!”

My cheeks reddened as she gave me a swift kiss, though I did say ”I told you I’m not a Goddess! Besides, I don’t think Sari is trying to claim she actually is - or that she believes she actually is. It’s just...”

”Her being slightly insufferable with a superiority complex? Yes, I am aware. That’s what makes it so~ sweet when I have this ’Goddess’ mewling for more... Though she can be a bit of a tease...”

Rhefia’s lips were pursed into a line as she looked away, and I held back a chuckle as my embarrassment at her compliment faded, adding ”She can be quite the tease, love... I think she’s begun to enjoy playing with you like that! After all, you get riled up so~ easily sometimes...”

”Oh? Is that so..? Speaking from experience, my little minx~? I get riled up so~ easily, hmm~?”

Her hand moved from my waist to my breast, and Rhefia grinned at me as she began to roughly grope my boob, pinching and twisting my nipple as she slid her hand into the dress, her warm hand directly on my chest now.

I moaned softly as I felt her coax my milk out, and the feeling of something hard pressing against my butt reignited the fire that had been almost quenched earlier, though Rhefia wouldn’t be as generous as Aethisia.

Pulling me out of the room, she dragged me into the Glassblowing Studio and tossed me onto a table, tearing my dress off and leaning down to latch onto my tit, drinking my milk forcefully and squeezing my breasts hard, playing with them like putty.

My moans filled the room as my wife began to drink her fill, and I tried to slide my hands down towards my pussy to alleviate the tingling I felt, but her mana wrapped around my limbs and held them back, the Deerkin smirking at me as she continued to drink.

Rubbing my thighs together both helped and made it worse as the tingling abated for a moment before returning in earnest, and Rhefia knew full well that I was craving for her to take this further, and yet...