By the time Lancelot finished unpacking both physically and mentally and got a moment to himself, the door to his room suddenly slammed open with such force that he jumped a little, turning towards the commotion.

"YOU!"

He didn’t even get to blink his eyes before Arthur flew in and tackled him.

“You think you can slink away without explaining the situation?!” Arthur laughed as he squeezed him in a tight, near-bone-crushing hug. “Out with it, you bastard, what’s up with coming back home with five wives!?”

“They are not my wives—!” Lancelot grunted, prying himself out of Arthur’s hug.

“Yet, I guess,” Leyla said, walking in behind her twin with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “You do know that the moment Grandmother hears about this, she will make it official.”

“Ugh… I totally forgot about that…” Lancelot muttered, making Arthur grin.

“Well, credit where credit is due; without her insistence on Dad having a lot of wives, we wouldn’t be here,” Leyla said as she shrugged, smiling.

“That’s a fact!” Morgan’s voice piped up from the entrance, chuckling and jumping into the room with a tray in her hand. “Damn… You came back with five girls, Lancy. One of them literally called you her husband in front of Dad. I saw it happen! I didn’t think it would be you who married first in the family. Nice!”

“I am not marrying… anybody.” Lancelot winced while answering them once again. “Okay? I did not come back with five wives! I was sent back with five diplomatic passengers. That’s all.”

“I don’t know…” Galahad peered over Morgan’s back, entering behind her, "But it sounds more like you got reverse-kidnapped into a harem by the Khulmani diplomacy. Fascinating… Honestly."

“Even you?!” Lancelot grunted, noticing that his youngest brother was unmistakably grinning, “I am not in a harem!”

“Could’ve fooled us.” All of his siblings answered in perfect unison.

“Anyway!” Lancelot raised his hands in protest. “They’re here for diplomatic reasons. One of them might get chosen to represent Khulman in Avalon—it's political. PO-LI-TI-CAL.”

“Ah, yes,” Leyla replied with a grin, “the noble tradition of international relations through harems. Relax Lancy! Dad has his own; one of his children has to keep the tradition alive and well.”

“I hate all of you.”

“No, you don’t,” Morgan giggled, sliding onto the couch beside him and handing Lancelot a plate as she pulled him down, too. “Here. You didn’t eat, did you?”

“...You’re an angel,” Lancelot whispered, taking it, salivating at the little, bite-sized sandwiches, beginning to stuff his mouth full.

“I know.”

“Ah, gimme some!” Arthur leaned in with a happy look, but Lancelot just slapped his hand away, making him pout. “So... Five girls...” He started right away.

“Please no—”

“Then gimme some!” Arthur complained, forcing Lancelot to share… but Leyla ignored their deal.

“Do they all like you?” She asked with glee. “Which one is no longer a virgin?”

“Sis!” Lancelot started choking on his food. “I didn’t touch them! I’m not a carbon copy of Mom!”

“Yeah, yeah, you keep saying that!” Leyla replied, cackling now. “The flat one with the energy of a sugar rush declared herself your wife… I bet you if you whistled her up tonight, she would ride you until morning! Well, I give you that the tall one with scary eyes said she was representing her empire and was not interested in you sexually when I asked... Then there’s the elegant one who looks like she’ll murder you if you slurp your soup… She just ignored my question.”

“You asked them that…?” Lancelot paled suddenly.

“Sure!” she shrugged. “I wanted to find the other two to ask them too, but apparently, the youngest was so tired that the oldest brought her away to unwind.”

“We will have time to interrogate them anyway,” Arthur added. “Aren’t you being assigned to the youngest one?” He asked, looking at Morgan.

“Dad did tell me that,” she nodded, “Tomorrow I’ll be escorting her, Meyli is her name, I think, around the city. She looked cute, so I don’t think there would be issues!”

“Just don’t let state secrets slip,” Galahad warned, raising a hand. “Then Lancelot may need to marry her for real.”

“Galahad, when was the last time we sparred?” Lancelot asked, his voice surprisingly serious.

“Never…” he answered, pulling himself closer to Arthur, trying to hide.

“If you want to keep it that way, stop!” Lancelot grunted, returning to eating Morgan’s food off the plate.

“Well…” Morgan looked at her brothers. “Between you two, if Galahad can use his soon-to-be-completed mech… he would win.”

“Ohhh,” Lancelot narrowed his eyes, snapping his gaze onto her. “So we’re still teasing me, huh? Will it be an all-day event?”

“Yes,” said all four siblings in unison. “Probably will be stretched out to a whole week,” Arthur added with a thoughtful nod.

“Then let’s talk about YOUR love lives!” Lancelot grinned, putting his plate down after licking it clean, “Arthur, Leyla—you’re both older than me, yet no engagements, not even a hint of a suitor... Are you both secretly married to your jobs? Or… to each other? Some true sibling love we never noticed?! What a scandal! Don't worry; we won't tell a soul; it stays within the family! As they say...”

“Shut it!” Leyla flung a pillow at him. “We’ve been busy, that's all!”

“Says the siscon!” Arthur scoffed along with her sister, “Just so you know, we have been running around in the Union, especially with the Summit happening; both of us had to attend a dozen or so meetings…”

“And yet, still no suitors…” Lancelot countered, shaking his head, “That tells me enough. Oh well, not everybody can be as charming and dashing as I!”

“Yeah, sure!” the twins sneered in perfect synchronization.

“And Morgan,” Lancelot turned, not letting their giggling sister off the hook, “you’re so beautiful and smart! Where’s your prince?”

“It is a tragic tale!” Morgan smiled sweetly in answer, “He died of cringe after hearing you are my brother.”

“…”

“Ouch…” Galahad coughed, “And that is why you never try to go against Morgan...”

“…” Lancelot looked betrayed, measuring his little sister and brother, “I forgot. But," he said to Galahad, "you are not better at all than these three.”

“Huh?” Galahad raised a single eyebrow in answer, “I’m not even sixteen.”

“But aren’t you with Princess Fila all the time?” Morgan chimed in, suddenly involving Galahad in the scandal, too. “You and Fila are getting close, aren’t you two? Little lovebirds.”

“She’s helping with my mech...” Galahad mumbled, suddenly feeling very conscious about himself, his face turning bright red.

“She’s helping you smile,” Leyla teased him, “Which is good!"

“You can still beat Lancy in the marriage race!” Arthur clapped him on the back. “I am rooting for you, little brother!”

“Please don’t...”

“Me too!” Morgan joined in, raising a hand. “Then, I don’t need to shield you anymore. That’s what a girlfriend is there for!”

“Hah!” Lancelot yelled. “Right back at you!”

“Shut up!” Galahad hissed at him, “At least I only need to interact with one girl, not five!”

“I’m so proud of you two,” Morgan fake-sobbed. “My little brother grew up showing his older brothers how to handle a woman. And then, my older brother doubles down, no, quintuples down! I knew you could do it! Both of you!”

“Traitor!” Galahad moaned, but Morgan was clearly enjoying the scene and wasn’t about to stop just right now.

“Mhhh… I missed this!” Arthur leaned back, watching the chaos with a grin. “It’s good to have you home, Lancelot.”

“Yeah,” Leyla nodded. “Even if you brought five diplomatic disasters with you.”

“Nah, they are not that bad, you’ll see.” He whispered, exchanging a glance with his eldest siblings. “And yeah, I missed this, too.” He added, his voice warm with laughter. “All of it. Even the bullying.”

“You mean the love,” Morgan corrected him at once, no longer ‘crying.’

“Sure. The love. Thinly veiled under sarcasm and threats.” Lancelot leaned forward, flicking her forehead. “It is good to be back! I was already getting homesick.”

...

....

......

When the moon came out, we were enjoying a long bath in our private bathroom. I leaned back against the smooth edge of our bath, letting the steam curl up around my face. It helped clear my airways and wash out all the thoughts that had been chasing each other in my head since the start of this summit. It was already clear that soon there would be war, a bloody one at that, and this summer was just the calm before the storm.

Jolting me back to the present, it was Yuri who was the first to slip in, her body cutting through the water and swimming straight into my lap, beginning to grind me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Well, it was for her... and I had to agree with a chuckle and a moan. Hearing me, her arms looped around my shoulders, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks as she kissed me with that usual mix of teeth and hot breath, biting my lips, totally acting like a bitch in heat. Which was something she usually declared loudly, too.

“You’ve been too busy playing diplomat,” she murmured as our lips parted, fixing her position into actually riding me, “and now our son brings back five future daughters-in-law. I’m demanding reparations… My Lancy is about to grow up, so give me another~!”

“Sure…” I moaned, my hands moving onto her hips, “We can try.”

Behind her, Luna’s soft laughter echoed after seeing us. She slipped into the bath as well, her body glistening from the water, drawing my eye over Yuri’s shoulder.

“If she’s demanding reparations, I’ll settle for interest,” she joined in, giving me a wink as she glided to my right and pressed herself to my side, snuggling in comfortably, pulling my hand between her legs.

“You two are wasting no time,” came the third, softer voice, and I turned to see Mikan descending the steps to the bath, still wearing a wet towel. Even though she was usually the reserved one next to these other two vixens, there was an unmistakable glint in her eyes that told me she didn’t mind indulging in the fun we were having either. Without saying more, she entered the bath, leaving her towel at the edge and settling on my left, gently brushing damp hair from my face while pulling my other hand between her legs…

There were moments like this where I didn’t know whether to feel grateful or guilty for having a harem and remember that Sasha was not here… But I couldn’t really think straight, and so I had just let go of myself.

“Ahaha… Quickshot.” Yuri giggled yet kept grinding her waist, knowing I was not done yet.

“I’m relaxed… It happens,” I murmured, my eyes closed, enjoying being the meat in the sandwich of soft bodies. “But while I enjoy my massage, let’s at least talk about the reason we’re here first.”

“Workin'... even when you are melting in me… Typical Leocchy~!” Yuri scoffed playfully. “What should be the topic? The girls? Hmmm. Jila’s a menace. I love her. She would fit my Lancy.”

“She is definitely a menace,” Luna agreed with a yelp as my fingers already knew where to press inside of her. “But a charming one. Hauh… Not that ah! Hard!” She gasped, trying to focus, “Khm…”

“She reminds me of you,” I said to Yuri, ignoring Luna's cries, while she bit my lip in response. “I’ll take that as an agreement,” I muttered when she let go.

“We can’t force them…” Mikan exhaled, her body stiffening and trembling, as I felt something spraying onto my palm under the water, “They’re all very different!” she gasped, keeping her composure, “Rashira’s clearly the leader of the five, probably the one who will be the proper diplomat right now.”

“She’s got a spine,” I nodded, agreeing. “Didn’t flinch, kept the youngest safe and the wild one under control. Reminded me of Sasha.”

“Mm.” Mikan nodded in agreement, suddenly, without asking, switching places with Yuri, who gave up her position and sat on my hand instead without complaining. “She’s trying very hard to appear composed, but I think she’s under the most stress,” Mikan continued as if nothing had happened. “Morgan will take some of that off her shoulders if she can get close to little Meyli… The poor girl looked like a deer stuck in a thunderstorm.”

“She’s sweet,” Luna added, trailing her fingers lazily across my chest, gasping directly into my ear, “Hopefully Lancelot won’t be jealous!”

“I don’t think so,” I smiled at her, leaning forward and kissing her as she reached her climax once again.

“What about the schemer?” Yuri asked, reaching out and playing with Mikan’s breasts, giggling, seeing her expression, “Seltana, yes? That girl had a brain ticking in overdrive. I know her kind! I watched her study every tram line… She’s dangerous.”

“Please,” I snorted, pinching, exactly knowing where to make her yelp in pleasure. “Look, if the Kahn dismisses his daughters this easily, we can’t throw out a great general without giving her a chance! If she married Lancelot, I wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up directing troop movements by the end of the year. Maybe even without marriage... We can give her a chance.”

“She’s sharp, but I don’t think she’d make the first move,” Mikan gasped, becoming more aggressive, splashing water everywhere as she moved. “She’s not interested in Lancelot that way; that was the feeling I got when looking at her…”

“The third sister is the same,” Luna giggled, leaning over and beginning to tease Yuri, too. “I think she was more lost in fashion than in Lancelot!”

“She is elegant,” Yuri admitted, trying to fight back as the two began wrestling right over me while Mikan kept up her pace. “Maybe she is a gold digger! I can respect that, but then she won’t marry my Lancy!”

“Hmm… And what if, in the end, Lancy chooses none of them?” I asked all of a sudden, filling up Mikan, too, who kept shivering, hugging herself with closed eyes.

“Then we send him to a monastery,” Luna joked, kissing my cheek and swapping with Mikan the moment her eyes cleared up, “He clearly has no taste, so he can go and live amongst monks!”

“Hah!” Yuri laughed, agreeing while I leaned my head back, basking in the pleasure that kept overwhelming me as Luna wasn’t letting me rest at all. There was nothing quite like this… sharing everything, body, and pleasure, with the women who made my life whole. It was worth every penny to fall off that rainbow road…

“Alright,” I said, finally pulling Luna down to the base with two hands, causing her eyes to roll back for a moment, “Debriefing over. Now, about those reparations…” I continued, picking up speed while Luna was already sticking her tongue out, getting a bit overwhelmed and gurgling a little.

“Now we are talking! The lion has awoken~!” Yuri grinned. “Let’s wear him out before he thinks of going back to work...” She winked at Mikan, but I caught it, of course.

“I agree…” Mikan said as her hand slid along my chest, and she leaned in to kiss the space between my eyes. “Let us take care of you tonight. You don't need to exhaust yourself~!”