Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

"Win the first competition of the year, and I will support and ally with you unconditionally."

The final words of Marianne sounded in Lancelot's mind several times before he found himself walking along the rich streets of the noble district, having rejected her offer to give him a ride home.

Morgana was now back in her spirit form, clinging to him and making teasing remarks.

"Why did you leave? She even offered you the chance to stay over." Her fingertip stroked along his chin while pressing her cheeks against him, kissing them several times as she enjoyed his reactions to her.

"Because the eyes of Brunhilde and Hildegard were no joke!"

"Hmmm... yet you wanted to bed her, right?"

"Not as much as I wanted to bed you."

The two continued to bicker and flirt along the path home slowly, passing other noble kids studying late and maids rushing home with supplies to make delicious snacks for morning breakfasts.

Some groups stopped chatting amongst themselves, gazing curiously at Lancelot and his clothing, wondering who he was before deciding he was likely the son of another house's noble, while girls discussed how attractive he was, mostly influenced by Morgana whispering things in his mind as the playful Queen teased him.

It was then that Lancelot met a familiar face, but he couldn't quite remember as she seemed to struggle to carry several barrels along the cobbled road, her arms bulging with modest but tight muscles while her pretty ginger hair was tied in a bun with two long bangs covering her cheeks and forehead.

"Want some help?" Lancelot stepped forward without even thinking; Morgana glanced quietly, leaning her breasts against his back, rubbing gently before whispering a sentence that caused Lancelot to swallow...

"So kind, my master! Maybe she will give you a nice blow in the back of her shack!?"

Her body shuddered, almost dropping the stacked barrels; as Lancelot stepped forward and grabbed three of them, feeling their weight, he felt even more impressed with this girl in the dark, cold evening carrying such heavy items alone.

He felt a bit regretful, what if this was her way of strength training and was about to apologise when she looked at him with an angry face at first, but the moment she saw his face it changed, as he also remembered the girl.

"Oh, it's the pretty barmaid!"

"The handsome Lord with a funny friend!"

Morgana didn't know this woman and felt a little shocked, wondering when he met such a cute and pretty girl when she was away.

"Was your name Lancelot, a first-year at the academy? The girl was the barmaid he noticed was training to become a lord and gave extra money to, but seeing her strength, he wondered if she was just a training lord.

"Ah, it's nice to see you again. I don't think I caught your name."

"It's Miri! Ah, sorry, My lord can just call me maid Rita!" Her friendly laugh reminded Lancelot of Marianna but was less dangerous and more cheerful and energetic.

"Would Miri like me to carry these barrels wherever you need?"

"Eh!? My lord does not need to! I wouldn't dare cause you problems..."

Despite that, the two were already walking side by side and in perfect sync; whether it was Lancelot slowing his speed, holding more than half of the barrels or Miri who increased her pace to avoid him growing tired, it was unclear, but the pair didn't seem to have any intention of splitting apart. read first on m v _l,e m _p _y _r

Morgana didn't miss this, whose figure clung tightly while nuzzling Lancelot; Miri glanced many times but only wondered why Lancelot sometimes leaned forward or nearly fell despite his grasp and gait being so solid and steady.

"Why does the cute barmaid treat you so intimately... Hmmph..."

Morgana felt sulky and jealous seeing Lancelot caring for another woman she didn't know, so she got annoyed. But Morgana enjoyed watching Lancelot interact with Miri as the pair happily moved to a small pub with a homely feeling; the location was close to the academy, just behind a tall tower, a cathedral that prays to the God of light.

"I... I can take it from here; my dad is pretty strict." Miri noticed her parents in the window, speaking and joking with the regulars before noticing her standing beside Lancelot and bringing barrels toward them.

Suddenly, she quickly dropped her three and snatched away the remaining four, rushing ahead inside to prevent her father from cursing Miri harshly again because he thought men wanted to steal her away because of her extremely attractive appearance.

Lancelot tilted his head before entering slowly as Morgana said nothing and watched Lancelot get hit in the head with a spatula.

"Pervert! Don't cause trouble to my sweet angel Miri! Such a handsome, flirty lad is coming to harass our precious Miri away. Get the hell out!"

Before Lancelot could respond, the rugged old man with the Celtican accent was sent flying by a woman punch; her face closely resembled Miri's, with fair skin, a few lovely freckles and ginger hair, and her muscular arms revealing where the heritage came from.

"Oh, sorry, husband, the young lad was just helpin' or sweet Miri, and she is troubled by your meathead. How will she ever get a husband with your overprotective antics?"

This might have been a nice sermon if she wasn't beating him repeatedly with each word, causing the old man to let out sounds as if a man drowning in the ocean.

"What a strange family..." Morgana mused before a soft hand gently pulled Lancelot into the bar and through to the back room. Miri was now wearing her barmaid outfit and tied her hair in a braided ponytail.

"Haa... I'm sorry, my da' is just super protective. Please do not be too angry."

Lancelot didn't mind but enjoyed the slight Celtican accent that began to show through her voice, but he thought it was cute, smiling politely as Morgana acted strange.

"Why are you ignoring me? Do you enjoy the busty ginger better than your super sexy and sensual succubus wife? Uuuu..."

Calm down, Morgana.

At the same time, Miri served two cups filled with coffee, ushering him to sit down, "I don't have much; this is my thanks for the help. Honestly, my arms were tried." She sat opposite before tapping the chair beside him.

"This hussy is lying! Lancelot, beat her!" Morgana's jealousy was strange; somehow, it made Lancelot curious why.

Why are you so unsettled, darling? You are my wife, and it's not like I'm bending her over the table and fucking her plump ass from behind.

Besides, shouldn't you help calm my lust?

"... Ahem..." Miri smiled brightly as Lancelot tasted the coffee; she didn't notice that he was currently being grilled by a jealous succubus who had lived millennia.

"How is the academy? Are you doing well?" Miri asked; her blue eyes were like ocean gems, sparkling under the open sea.

"It's pretty fun."

"I bet you are popular with the ladies, so handsome and powerful with the sword."

Her words made him feel good, but did he ever mention or show her him using a sword? Morgana slowly calmed down as Lancelot enjoyed Miri's pleasant conversation while he told her stories about school and Avalon, leaving out a few things but most of the antics of his cute hares were told; Miri often smiled with relief hearing he was healthy and enjoying his studies.

Their casual talk stretched until the evening grew into the night; suddenly, he realised something odd before tapping his forehead lightly...

How did I spend so much time talking to a stranger while ignoring Morgana?

Lancelot wasn't sure why, but talking to Miri felt different; it was comfortable, and she only spoke or interjected the moments most timely, allowing his stories to flow and them both to have a great time.

Slowly, Morgana melted away into Lancelot's inner consciousness as her jealousy faded into understanding, remembering something and why this girl felt different, special, unique...

"She reminds me of you."

Miri and I are similar... How?

"Your soul slightly resonates with hers? There is a small gap, but you both belong in the same world... no, that cannot be..." Morgana's voice was a little distorted and hard for him to hear, and all he heard was their souls resonating, and he thought it was a good thing.

Shortly after, her dad came into the room and shooed Lancelot away. He was forced to walk home in the dark, thinking to himself.

"I wonder why Morgana suddenly vanished, though..."

His steps stopped near a fountain overlooking a magnificent tree that bloomed colourful leaves at nighttime; the air was cold as his breath formed a soft white cloud with each breath before his phone began to tremble in his pocket.

Brrrr

Opening the call, he didn't check the name and answered the call and smiled when he heard Sumika and Guinevere's voices shouting for him to come home for dinner and that they wanted to know what happened because he suddenly left.