"Rude, never master." Sumika smiled, extending a hand to his thighs. Marimo was well-behaved, but her eyes were torched as she watched his crotch.
'Well, this is a bit awkward. I want to do something special for Marimo, but that would mean sending her away here.'
Lancelot looked at the two beautiful women while stroking his chin, pondering a plan—upon seeing Sumika crawl between his thighs, kissing along his lower region while Marimo waited obediently, Lancelot thought up a quick solution—there was no need to rush things with Marimo.
"Sumika, come here. Marimo, you are not allowed to move."
The moment he decided what to do, his voice shifted into a deep command as Sumika lifted herself off the floor with Marimo raising her eyebrow curiously, moving to obey wordlessly—Lancelot hugged Sumika to his side comfortably, guiding her delicate fingers towards his towering shaft that bounced just above Marimo's button nose.