Reincarnated as the Only Human

”Seriously..? That’s... quite bold of her. Really bold of her. But it also isn’t really illegal, just very expensive.”

”Mhm, but if she has Renna’s purse to dabble in, has my purse to sneak a few coins from, and then you~ offer her a little something in exchange for what you~ want from her, suddenly it doesn’t seem that expensive, does it?”

The Lionkin pursed her lips and stared out the window, while Fenkar continued to roam my office with a glass of brandy in her hands, the old Wolf savoring every sip while occasionally coming back around to rub my hip.

I was still on the desk leaking cum from my thoroughly used pussy, yet instead of being draped over it and ready to get pounded from behind like a good little slut I was just sitting here, savoring the feeling of these two powerful futanari’s cum trickling out of me...

I was also very much happy to have their full attention when I said ”It’s what Astra wants, plus it brings us all quite a lot of benefits anyways, does it not? A new economic zone controlled by the three of us, where we can have some businesses of our own to operate in an area that cannot be tampered with easily.”

The immediate grin on Fenkar’s face and the nod from Leonisa made me smile, and as I added ”Plus this gives us a very easy way to meet regularly without it being a stolen moment here or there... or an ambiguous rendezvous somewhere that has people whispering.”

”Bah, being so damn caught up on the rabble’s various whining’s is such a waste of energy! Just come out and tell everyone that you like getting fucked by us, Renna! Makes everything so damn simple!”

Rolling my eyes, I watched the Wolfkin for a few moments in silence before moaning her name softly as she eagerly walked right back to me, wrenching my legs apart and slamming her cock inside without any hesitation.

”Some of us, Fenkar~ mmph~! Some of us enjoy a good reputation, and..! Ah~!”

”Yeah yeah, the saintly Duchess and the venerable, honorable Lionkin that totally~ isn’t ’cheating’ on her wives... whatever... just... fuck, tighten up around my cock and kiss me already, you perfect slut!”

I did as she asked and then some, welcoming her eager thrusts happily before pulling away and laying down on my desk, allowing the Lionkin to come over and stuff her penis deep inside my throat as the two shared me once again.

It really was easier to make deals like this, where everyone won in one way or another, and it made me a bit curious about how much profit I had missed out on by being the way I was... though I wouldn’t change a thing since it would risk me meeting Astra in that perfect storm of fate that had pulled us together.

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Astra PoV

”What?”

I gave my Deerkin wife a look before turning towards our two eldest daughters, both of whom were smiling wryly as they stared at the table laden with freshly created goodies; I was honestly confused why they weren’t heaping praise onto me right now, though as always Rhefia was a voice of ’reason’.

”Astra, these are all verifiably powerful pieces of gear that you simply CANNOT sell on an open, closed, or even black market. Please, my love, when I say you should forge something that is at your bare minimum, I mean something that is just cold metal and nothing more.”

Pouting, I lifted up the black and silver dagger on the table and said ”But it is just cold metal...”, acting like the mana inside of the blade wasn’t currently causing it to hum simply because it was being held... that was unexpected...

Staring at it with a bit of confusion, I tried to hide that expression only to realize they had seen it clearly, so I let out a sigh, pouted even more and huffed ”It really was just cold metal when I started!”

I even added a little stomp to make sure they knew I was serious, though all that did was make Aethisia try her hardest to stop her smile from widening while Camara snickered and immediately turned away when I ’glared’ at her.

”Astra, my love, you are incapable of making basic things... please, just accept that you are a sublime work of art that can only create other works of art. Also... why are you so adamant about getting into blacksmithing for money? Wasn’t the jewelry working out just fine?”

That made me gasp as I said ”That’s right! I forgot about Hertanc!”, causing my wife to roll her eyes as she asked ”You’re talking about the store she owns and how you sold a lot of jewelry there to make even more money, right?”

When she just got a smile in return she rolled her eyes and muttered something to herself, before she waved a hand at the black and silver weapons on the table dismissively, saying ”These are good for personal use, but please never sell one of these to someone that isn’t trusted. Especially not if you’re going to start marking everything the same way.”

”It’s an artisanal signature!”

”It’s a way to track you down easier, Astra, but that only happens if you sell weapons capable of slaughtering companies of soldiers to any random person on the street. My love, please... for the good of the world, stick to the jewelry... please?”

I let out a huff but didn’t say anything, simply storing away the six swords, dozen daggers, three maces and matching set of greatswords, greataxes, and warhammers that I had forged today, my attention once again flitting to something new.

”Astra...”

”They’ll go to those who are worthy, yes yes yes... Luna needs a new sword, and I think I could wring out quite a bit from Leonisa... Maybe Fenkar too, though she might... hmm...”

The three Deerkin just exchanged wry glances with one another as they watched all these weapons disappear, unaware of just how potent they were - as was I since they weren’t something I checked immediately in the System - but very much aware of them being unordinary.

With so much to do but little drive to actually ’do’ it right this moment, the idea of forging had been far too strong to ignore, hence the set of weapons I had made that definitely weren’t going to be given to some people... obviously not since Rhefia was giving me a rather pointed, knowing look...

Definitely not...