The crimson princess

Pov Dia,

Attracting too much attention from other customers, I finally decided to go into the shadow garden area.

Only members of the organization can enter this area for coffee. On the other side of the room is a door that leads to where all the logistics of the shadow garden are handled.

My two daughters accompanied me, leaving slimes that Rimuru had raised to help our girls with their work.

The place was deserted, which was normal, as it tends to fill up more in the evenings with members.

Findel: "Do you want juice, alcohol, or maybe… me?"

Dia: "This would be more exciting if you were my wife."

For some reason, I feel like Findel wants more than a typical mother-daughter relationship with me, while Joyce just wants to have some fun family time.

Findel: "So, why not become one?"

Dia: "Will you calm down already? Besides, I'm not ready again to put my daughter in my harem."

Findel: "You just said 'again',' so that means I have a chance to be your wife."

This was even more exciting than before.

Dia: "But will you calm down, yes? I have no idea what the future holds, so don't interpret my words however you like. Now, for my order, I'd like a multi-fruit juice."

After I placed my order, they left, and Joyce returned a few minutes later with my juice before heading back to work.

Dia: "So, are you doing well?"

Two people arrived—it was Lola and Harley, the heads of the shadow garden.

Lola: "As usual, we can't hide from you, Dia-sama."

Dia: "Keep practicing, and maybe it will become possible."

Harley: "By the way, Dia, I brought a gift for you."

Harley was one of my only subordinates who spoke to me in a relaxed way.

Dia: "Oh, what's this for?"

I was happy; she's so nice. I almost want to adopt her, even if I already do a little in my own way.

Harley: "For everything you've done for us."

She handed me a wrapped gift.

Dia: "I must say I'm very happy you gave me a gift, and know that even if you're not really my daughters, you're still—"

I was speaking while unwrapping the gift, and before I could finish my sentence, a pie shot out from the box and headed straight for my face.

I heard Harley laughing at her prank that had worked. I had forgotten that the one giving me a gift was Harley—the same Harley who loves playing pranks all day long.

I stuck out my tongue to taste the cream from the pie, which was actually very good.

Dia:" I don't care if I'm going to eat this pie."

I took the pieces of cremme with my finger and then put it in my Bouge. I could see Lola blush a little with the actions because indeed any person mature enough mentally could make up ideas and replace the cream with sperm.

Dia: "You want some, don't you, Lola?"

I said, pointing with my finger covered in cream.

Lola: "No, thanks."

Harley: "I'll have some."

She took my finger in his mouth, licking off all the cream with a surprisingly skilled motion.

I only wanted to create a bit of a misunderstanding, but now I'm the one caught off guard.

I must try to hold this exitation that pulls me because she has no sexual knowledge and it would be like taking advantage of her. If it were Lola, I might suggest a date, as she's mature enough to understand, even if her body is still developing.