Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Lancelot didn\'t mind spending most of the money because while he was spending the day with Ikumi, both Morgana and Marimo were clearing the eastern forest for more wood, stone and other supplies.

He looked at the cute girl hopping around with her new book on spear techniques and basic shield arts. To Lancelot, these were books he read while studying as a younger boy, but this was a treasure for the Frost Hare, who usually fought with instinct.

Although fighting naturally has benefits, there are gaps due to a lack of knowledge and understanding.

Thus he would try to slowly buy several copies of each book and various weapon types for all his units.

This didn\'t apply to higher races like the succubi, who belonged to the demon race, which were born with the knowledge but had to practise to learn.

Yet he was sure it was still better than nothing.

[My King, tonight I would like to perform the first ritual of our Training rites.]

\'Umu, I wonder what it\'s like, but I will wait until later.\'

\'Is there anything I need to do?\'

[Make sure you are full of vitality, relaxed and clean]

\'I see...\'

This was a little troublesome. He managed to get a strange sword booklet from an old lady in a weird antique store.

The skill wasn\'t amazing, nor was something super rare like the novels non-Lords would read and then use that to imagine the life of a Lord.

It was a set of several guard styles and stance practises that focused on a fluid guard, elegant wrist and forearm movements, and taking blows with great shock.

[Did you have a good day? You seem a little down...]

\'Ah... The book I found that made me want to practise a little before...\'

[My King...]

[...]

Her voice was a little frustrated, but then she sighed.

[I think you can practise for 2 hours... try not to exhaust yourself, or you might die for real]

\'GREAT!\'

Lancelot loved to improve his swordsmanship, even if it was only a slight nudge. This was more of why he wanted to know Sumika. Her Eastern style of dual swords was amazing in his eyes.

The speed.

The accuracy.

The beauty!

Sumika and her grandfather\'s skills were beyond most Western swordsmen because they tended to train as little as possible and make up for it with pure strength or by adding a shield.

\'I cannot wait to visit her dojo...\'

[One would think you don\'t want the swordsmanship, but that Eastern girl herself...]

\'Ah, I want her. Don\'t be jealous.\'

\'There will be many women I want. She is talented, and I cannot let her die because of idiots.\'

\'Sumika will be my most valuable ally!\'

[What about that slutty teacher? Evaine, was it?]

\'She is different...\'

[Fufu~ remember that your body and soul are mine, or I might just have to kill a bitch.]

Lancelot and Ikumi entered the lift towards his apartment; he saw Guinevere and Sumika entering their lifts together, nodding to the pair.

It seemed that Guinevere wanted to speak to him, likely after hearing about his meeting with Sumika, but his feelings for that woman were still sour...

[Will you keep pushing that woman away?]

\'Ah... Because of her, we lost 20,000 people.\'

[Hahahaha~]

\'What\'s so funny?\'

{Master is angry~ his hands are yanking my poor ears waaaa~ Ikumi abuse~}

"Sorry, Ikumi..."

"It\'s fine~ 10 cakes... and maybe I won\'t tell on you, hehe~."

He knew she wasn\'t bothered, or her body wouldn\'t be rubbing against him, her soft cheeks brushing against his despite her ears flopping in his hands.

Lancelot felt blessed to have both Morgana and Ikumi in this life...

Somehow he felt without them, he might become a cold, boring killing machine which might work in the short term, but against the intelligent Lords and those with allies, his blade can only cut so many people...

He needed allies and people to bring him back from his anger and stubborn mind.

Lancelot was truly blessed with Ikumi soothing him and Morgana pressing his buttons, constantly grinding him against the whetstone, sharpening his mind, and helping him to get past his past issues and emotional hangups.

"We are home! Toh~ Ikumi goes to eat her cakes and reads the book! Hahaha! Ikumi Kick!"

Lancelot watched as she kicked open the door and shot inside, no longer timid, her fluffy white feet hopping to her room in seconds.

[I will prepare for the ritual—bring Ikumi to Avalon at 11:00 pm, okay?]

\'Ah, thank you. Don\'t work too hard...\'

[Don\'t worry, I am happy to do this, I will do anything for you]

.

..

...

Lancelot was like Ikumi as he rushed to the training room, instantly removing all his clothes and wearing only a tight pair of support boxers while wielding his Gale sword in dual sword form.

"Okay... let\'s see here... Vertical swing in a half-moon orbit... then thrust.."

Woosh! Clang!

Several hours later, time moved by before he even realised it.

The number of times he struck his sword and adjusted his guard until his wrists and body felt quite exhausted.

"Haa.... what time...? Shit... it\'s been 5 hours... it\'s 10:00 pm..."

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"Ikumi! We need to go, Avalon!"

"Noooo~ Ikumi has more cakes to eat!"

"Don\'t be a bad hare! I\'ll buy you more tomorrow, okay?"

"Mmmm.... the Lancelot cake too?"

"Lancelot cake?"

He then realised the cake she meant and started laughing as she left her room completely naked, covered in a slight bit of fur between her thighs.

"I remember... but why are you naked?"

"The old woman said so!"

"..."

"You know she\'ll beat you up one of these days?"

"Mmmm, then I\'ll run away crying, and Master will protect me! Hehe~"

The blue light of the portal enveloped them as Lancelot shook his head. He hated the sudden feeling of his stomach being tossed around, which made him nauseous.

Yet it felt a little better today...

Because he was strong, or because he became a part demon?

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..

...

When he arrived in the Throneroom... It was strange...

Large candles lighted the white room with a sensual ambience, a bed with black silk sheets and pillows in the centre while four succubi stood at the four corners of the bed, completely naked, their golden eyes covered by their visor...

Like a half-domina form.

Tap...

The gentle sound of bare feet slapping against the marble floors approached them from behind.

Morgana, with her black and purple hair tied in a ponytail showing her sexy neck and erotic chest lines, was only wearing a silk robe that slowly slid from her body as she approached.

Her face only smiled gently towards Lancelot before her figure changed into a strange pink mist vanishing...

[Master, please be prepared]

\'For what!?\'

[Our Rite of Sinful Seduction]

[The training manual is only allowed to the Royal family of the Succubus race]

[Now~ enjoy!]

He could feel her joyful voice from her words before the pink mist swirling around Ikumi, who seemed to be changed the more she sniffed.

Her red eyes slowly changed to a strange golden red with black highlights forming in her hair as she stepped forward and knelt before Lancelot.

"My dearest Master, please accept my utmost devotion and love."

The voice was Ikumi, but the tone and aura were Morgana, but before Lancelot could speak, the four naked succubi wrapped around his body and began to remove his clothes before carrying him to the bed.

"Tonight..."

"Lancelot du Lac shall become my household\'s first and last Royal Incubi."

"Girls, worship him as your Lord and King!"