In the end, the proceedings followed the schedule set by Misha.
However, through this ordeal, Barbatos had matured significantly, no longer imitating Al's daily slacking and revelry.
Instead, she participated actively in relevant affairs, becoming exceptionally serious and responsible.
Al couldn't help but exclaim that she was his "prodigal scion" returned...
Even Misha felt encouraged seeing this change in her sibling—whose gender she still frequently confused—
and her passion for handling administrative tasks grew substantially.
Al was deeply gratified by this.
With so many things to do in a day, one more person to share the load meant less work for him.
Among his four most elite scions, previously only Misha and Kael'thas could handle government affairs on his behalf.
Barbatos was a thrill-seeker, and as for Hera, well... if we were using game terminology:
The eldest and second scions were advisors who added political points and stability, while the wolf-girl was a flat penalty to both.
In fact, when dividing the four legions, Al had to give special attention to the big wolf-girl.
He allocated more talent with administrative and governance skills to her just to help her rule.
Yet, he still ended up with the wildest and most "WAAAAAGH!" style legion of the four: the Black Iron Warriors.
This was due to Hera's lead—after all, she had forced her way into the top four ranks through sheer fighting.
In such a situation, the example she set for her troops was obvious.
She had fostered a culture of total warmongering.
Furthermore, the proportion of Khorngors and Blood-Mane Werewolves—those mutated by the Bloodmother's blessing—was highest in her legion.
Now that Barbatos had awakened and transitioned to helping her Little Papa govern the tribe, how could Al not be pleased?
Feeling quite touched, he worked hard to finish the morning's work and then simply declared a holiday.
He took his three daughters and a full squad of bodyguards outside the tribe to frolic in the forest.
Climbing trees, picking flowers, hunting, and fishing...
The group entered the woods, and under Al's lead and Barbatos's enthusiastic drumming, it turned into a giant field trip for children.
One small and two large—Al, Barbatos, and the wolf-girl—ran wild with joy.
A "Smiling Misha" followed behind them with a more genuine and pleasant smile on her face.
After a good deal of entertainment,
Al's only regret was that he hadn't brought the Madams with him.
If he had, he could have dragged a woman into a small thicket and initiated a hearty, delightful outdoor session...
Finally, after playing until sunset, Al took his three daughters home to bathe—separately, of course.
He wasn't that deranged yet.
Though Hera might have run in simply because she wanted to be close to the boy, Misha and Barbatos were there to ensure the big wolf-girl didn't disturb their Little Father.
Indeed.
Al was not bathing alone.
The two Madams, Marlena and Yedia, were pressed against the boy's body, one above and one below.
He sat on the edge of the pool, his legs soaking in the warm water while his upper body lay back on the warm, damp floor.
Yedia, the new Madam draped in black gossamer, knelt in the pool.
Her black hair was spread across her snowy-white back and buttocks, floating on the water's surface.
She was burying her head, working hard to swallow the boy's spear.
Al's hands gripped Marlena's plump thighs and heavy buttocks while she rode his lower abdomen.
She leaned down, using her lips and twin breasts to fill and serve the boy's mouth and chest.
The two Madams usually had contrasting clothing styles—one in black, one in white.
In terms of temperament, one was gentle and the other cold.
With their opposing outfits and auras, they provided double or even quadruple the enjoyment when serving Al together.
It even created the illusion that they were a pair of sister-flowers with inverted personalities.
Al liked the Madams ten out of ten—no, eleven out of ten.
He even owed a debt of gratitude to the person who had orchestrated this.
Back when he led his legion westward and saved a group of refugees, his Griffon mount had rescued a mother and daughter from Greenskin blades.
That mother was the current Madam Marlena, and they had shared a brief encounter then.
Later, after word of this reached certain people looking to curry favor with the tribe, they sought out and recommended beauties to be sent into Al's tent under the guise of "maids."
Al was very satisfied.
He provided support to the two Estalians who had done the most work—a wealthy merchant and a minor local noble.
He granted them dual certification and endorsement from both the Kingdom and the Tribe, appointing them as administrators of a settlement near the main camp.
It was a case of "repaying a peach with a plum."
Al figured he might have use for such people in the future, and he wanted to leave an impression of being a man who valued sentiment and knew how to reward loyalty.
Such a reputation was far more effective in gaining mortal acceptance than being a mere barbarian chieftain wielding terrifying violence.
Al absolutely did not want to give those cunning, opportunistic "follow-the-leader" types the impression that he was a lecher who loved wives, mature madams, and beauties...
And have them spend every day laboriously searching for beautiful older sisters and young madams to stuff into his palace.
Absolutely not!
"Hah... ahh..." Al and Marlena engaged in a wet kiss, their tightly locked lips parting as they exhaled stale air.
Down below, the black-clad Madam worked hard to envelop the shaft with her vivid red lips.
However, the uncontrollable turbid stream still leaked from her lips, sliding down the spear.
Large, thick gulps of white nectar filled her mouth. Due to the posture, Yedia found it inconvenient to swallow.
Despite her efforts to gulp it down, she couldn't stop the sheer volume of the eruption.
Eventually, much of the boy's fluid slid down, landing on her body and into the pool.
Slap! Slap!
Al slapped the Madam's heavy buttocks, his hands circling up her thighs from below before he stood up.
Yedia retreated into the pool water, looking at the boy who was so much smaller than herself and her friend.
He stood with a spear that was grotesquely large for his proportions, still dripping with various fluids, including her own.
Holding Marlena's curvaceous, sexy body made him look like a Dwarf hoisting his own forge.
Even though she had seen it many times—and had been in Marlena's position herself—the sight still brought a visual shock and ignited a quiet growth of lust.
"Nngh...!"
The Madam moaned. Al's arms slowly lowered, and the body of the Madam clinging to him descended in synchronization.
Finally, just as those giant breasts were resting atop the boy's head, their bodies achieved initial union.
The Madam panted uncontrollably, her face a deep crimson.
No matter how many times it happened, especially when others were present, she always showed this bashful side.
It gave Al a sense of "guilt" from bullying a gentle madam or big sister... which only made him more delighted!
Tonight was another sleepless night. Al vented his stamina to his heart's content.
Strangely, on the day he was clamped beneath the centaur girl's belly while she ran, he felt exceptionally weak.
Yet against the Madams and the Goat Moms, he felt he had infinite energy no matter how much he tossed them.
Could it be that in matters of the bedroom, there are also "counter-class" relationships?
The thought flashed through Al's mind as his body moved with habit, carrying the Madam into the pool.