My world to Free-use

**Chapter 234**

“What… is this, Jack?” Rayla asked once she finished dressing, looking down at the outfit she now wore.

“Is this battle armor? It seems designed for agility given how little fabric there is,” Sandra analyzed as she examined her own.

“Mmm… I look good in this,” Martha commented, turning slightly to admire her small body wrapped in the skimpy dress.

“But what is it for, Jack?” Rayla asked again. “If it’s meant for battle, it isn’t suited for me.”

“It’s not for battle, Mother,” I replied.

“Then what is it for?” Sandra asked curiously.

“It’s for a wedding ceremony,” I said.

“Wedding? What’s that? Is it some kind of battle event?” Sandra asked in return.

“No. It’s the ceremony where people become husband and wife,” I clarified, knowing some of the words in my vocabulary were still unfamiliar to the people of this world.

“Oh, you mean a union ceremony,” Rayla remarked.

“Yes, that,” I answered. Her interpretation was surprisingly accurate, so I saw no need to correct it further.

“But why are we wearing these now?” Martha asked.

“Because we’re all getting married,” I replied.

Although the clothes they wore were far more suited to a honeymoon than any formal wedding.

All three of them looked at me in silence for a moment before each reacted differently.

“Oh, Jack. How will you marry all of us? It’s not like you’ll get more children that way,” Sandra said, shaking her head with a hopeless little smile.

“Besides, you can’t marry Sandra. She’s already promised,” Rayla added.

“You can marry me, brother. We can have children at the temple once we make enough money,” Martha said, sounding genuinely enthusiastic about the idea.

“Then…” I spoke up before they could dismiss me any further. “How about we all get married in secret?”

“In secret? What for?” Sandra asked, unable to make sense of it.

“Sister…” I lowered my voice, making it secretive. “What if I told you I’ve been conducting research that could give birth to a miracle?”

“What research?” Martha asked.

“Ssshhh!” I exaggerated the reaction. “Not now. I’ll tell you later when it’s finished. But for that to happen, we must get married—even if only in secret.”

Not really, since I would be fucking them all anyway, but there was no need to complicate matters when a perfectly viable excuse sat ready for use.

“Haa… Very well,” Rayla finally sighed. “Your experiments have succeeded often enough, so I don’t mind. Besides, even if not with all of us, you should at least be able to have children with one of your sisters.”

If only someone could tell her how funny—or terrifying—that statement truly was.

“Very well then, Mother. Why don’t you all spin around and show me how the dresses look from the back?” I asked. Even if there wasn’t much fabric to see, what remained was mostly their bodies.

They turned for me, presenting their perfectly round, full asses. Rayla remained undefeated—plush, heavy, and commanding. Martha came second with her soft, bubbly curves. Sandra’s ranked last in sheer volume, yet it still rivaled Martha’s in firmness and shape.

“I like it, Jack. Though I can’t quite make sense of this… skirt,” Sandra said with her back still turned, reaching behind to touch the thin strip of fabric that had wedged itself between her ass cheeks.

“I can’t either. It’s like a skirt, but… less?” Rayla sounded uncertain as she ran her fingers along the front of her own barely-there panty, a motion I unfortunately couldn’t see.

Martha pushed her ass out and toyed with the thin string of her thong, remarking, “I like it. For some reason.”

“Did you make these clothes?” Sandra asked.

She turned to look at me with curious eyes, but her gaze dropped immediately to my cock, which throbbed openly and without restraint.

Unlike the others, Sandra was observant. She looked down at her own body—the skimpy wedding lingerie barely covering her—and then back at me.

“Do you like me with this on, Jack?” she asked.

“Yes, Sister. All of you look so sexy in these,” I answered quickly as my cock throbbed in protest.

“Sexy? Is that a pose?” Rayla asked after turning around.

“No, Mother. It’s a stage of beauty,” I replied.

“Oh, so I look beautiful in this,” Martha said, spinning once more to take in the view of her own body. Then she looked at me with bright enthusiasm. “But who looks the sexy best?”

“Haha. The term is ‘sexiest,’” I corrected gently.

“Sex… iest…?” Martha mumbled the unfamiliar word once, then asked again, “So who looks the sexiest among us?”

“You all look sexy,” I answered.

“No fair. Tell me who is your favorite,” Martha said, making a cute, pouty expression.

Rayla smirked softly at her daughter’s antics while Sandra only shook her head with a quiet smile.

“You all are. That’s why I’m marrying every one of you,” I said.

“Haa…” Martha sighed as if she already knew she was fighting a losing battle.

“Anyway…” I stepped forward and gestured for them to stand side by side. “Let’s all get married quickly so I can fuck you all.”

That, at least, they understood perfectly.

“Yes! Let’s get married quickly!” Martha clapped with pure enthusiasm.

“Should we go to the church then? It isn’t as proper as performing the union ceremony at the temple, but it’s still official for commoners like us,” Rayla explained.

“No. We’re getting married right here. I’ve devised a new method just for us,” I replied.

All three looked at me with curiosity but said nothing more.

“Let’s begin with my dear older sister.”

I moved forward and stood directly in front of Sandra. “Now, Sister. Do you want to marry me?”

“Yes,” Sandra answered without hesitation, still a little curious about where this was leading.

“Okay. Then all we have to do is kiss,” I said.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“Yes. That’s it. It symbolizes our love,” I replied.

“Alright.” Sandra gave in and stepped closer, meeting my lips in a long, passionate kiss. Our mouths pressed deep, and the kiss quickly turned animalistic.

She was no longer as passive as she had been the first time. She fought back properly with her tongue now, wrestling mine for dominance.

Still, she was the one who lost. I pushed into her mouth and licked thoroughly, savoring the soft sweetness of her lips and tongue.

“Mmmm~~~”

Sandra moaned into my mouth as pleasure bloomed from the kiss. Her hands found mine and interlocked our fingers tightly.

We kissed for nearly two full minutes until her face flushed deep red, and I was forced to pull back. She gasped for air, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Once her breathing steadied, she looked at me and said, “I like that. Let’s do it again.”

She leaned in for another kiss, but I stopped her by pressing my index finger gently against her lips. “Don’t be greedy, Sandra. I still have to marry the other two.”

“Haa…” She sighed as if yielding something precious for the sake of her family.

I used her name deliberately, marking that we were married now—even if the formality itself mattered little.

“Now it’s Martha’s turn,” I said, moving to her next.

“Yes, finally.” Martha didn’t wait. Before I could even step fully forward, she jumped up and latched her small mouth onto mine.

As expected, the title of “sex bomb” was not wasted on her. Martha was simply the best at anything related to sex. No one could surpass her, and she needed no training whatsoever.

She was a natural.

Her kiss was superb—better than Sandra’s, and for a moment even better than my own. With Sandra, I had always known I would win in the end. With Martha, I could not be certain at all.

Her tongue assaulted me with technique that left me genuinely impressed. It was slimy, quick, and clever, slipping free of my attempts to pin it and attacking from unexpected angles. She refused to let me take control.

I was not the dominant one in this kiss. Martha was winning by a clear margin.

Her arms locked behind my neck as she kissed me with even greater fervor, somehow sensing that I was losing ground. Our tongues tangled wetly inside my mouth, hers delivering soft, slippery strokes that sent sharp jolts of electricity racing down my spine.

Is this what women feel when I kiss them?

It felt fucking amazing.

The kiss lasted far longer than the one with Sandra. Martha pulled me deeper and deeper, her small body pressing tightly against mine until she gave a little hop and settled herself onto my cock, rubbing it deliberately between her thighs with practiced, expert movements.

My cock throbbed hard, nearly ready to explode from the friction alone.

Thankfully, even Martha had limits. She finally ran out of air and pulled back with a loud, wet “Pwah!”

“Haa… Haa…”

We both panted, though I was the one breathing harder. It was a new kind of experience—losing.

“Now…” I managed, still a little breathless as I set the clearly disappointed Martha back on her feet. She looked as though she wanted more immediately. “It’s your turn, Mother.”

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