The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 70: Winner Takes All

Aoi had always been the playful one among us, treating Ban-sama like an older brother or playmate.

She’d giggle and demand piggyback rides, climbing onto his back during peaceful walks in the rural districts.

However, he never judged her for staying childish, or ever told her to "grow up." He just accepted it as her nature.

He let her nap in his lap while the rest of us talked, and ruffled her ears gently when she pouted. With him, she felt safe being infantile, behaving all immature and unburdened.

Midori was... far more perverted than the rest of us. Always so loud and hard to please, always pushing boundaries even when we were younger.

To be honest, she had been more reserved once, timid under the surface, but something changed along the lines and she adopted hedonism like a second skin.

With Ben-sama, though, I saw slivers of that old timidity return.

Apart from the constant loud sex they had, they also talked warmly, too. And laughed gently when no one was looking much.

They held each other without rushing, like they had something deeper going on. Although, when the mood struck her, she was back to her relentless self. And Ben-sama met her with the same energy.

Kuro was said to be like me: emotionless and filled with void, and her walls were sky-high. But we—her sisters—all knew that it was not fully the truth.

She just guarded herself fiercely against strangers. Yet she was one of the first to throw herself at him.

"Ben-sama, pet me."

"Ben-sama, let me sleep on your lap."

"Ben-sama, hold me tighter."

She’d pester him, with her expressionless face, like a needy cat in heat, curling into his side and demanding his touch all the time... she never knew when her walls had even crumbled.

Yukari had always competed in everything: she had to be the best and the strongest. Being an existence of holy power, she broke the magical affinity laws and somehow managed to bend dark arts to her will, just to match Sumire and Kuro in the forbidden authorities of darkness.

She would pounce on him for rewards, making absurd requests to make her intimacy with him seem like an accomplishment.

"The winner gets your fingers tracing their spine for an hour!"

"The winner gets to f-fuck you slowly until dawn!"

Her victories came with triumphant ambushes, pressing her body against his, and demanding he pay up right there in hidden corners of the palace.

Ayaka was the toughest of my sisters besides me, the one who gave Ben-sama the hardest fight at the beginning. Their first encounters were all defiance and sharp ends.

"Just so you know, Ben-sama, I still don’t approve of you yet. J-Just because you made me feel a little amazing the other day does not mean you get to have a big head!"

"Noted!"

But after a few hours of him showering her with genuine praise and asking detailed questions about her elegant life; details like how she chose her perfect fabrics, the meaning behind each hairpin placement on her hair, and the rituals of her proper posture.

It wasn’t long before she also opened her heart to him.

In a little while, she had his head resting comfortably in her lap, gently using a small and delicate scoop to clean his ears with careful fingers. Her voice had then softened, as she even hummed happily at times.

"Ben-sama, Ben-sama, tell me more of this ’fashion magazine’ that exists in your world!"

"Noted!"

Her cheeks would flush as she listened, her thighs shifting slightly under his weight, with the intimacy of the moment stirring something warmer between them.

Ayane should have been a problem for him too, but once she saw how smoothly he connected with the rest of us, she switched to offense and became determined not to be left behind.

"H-Hmph! Just because you hit it off with the rest!" She threw her face to the side, clutching a fold of his cloth tightly, "I’m not as easy as them, you see."

"Of course you aren’t easy, Ayane! Well, I don’t think you are. So feel free to put any obstacles on my way, and I’ll wreck them to get to you the hard way!"

Well, the obstacle she immediately presented was her kimono itself; layer upon layer of silk that she refused to remove herself.

He had to undress her deliberately, with his fingers trembling as he loosened each tie, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulders, the outline of her breasts with pink nipples—pointy and sharp, the dip of her waist leading to her hips and the soft patch of fur between her thighs.

Both of them were blushing fiercely the entire time, with his breath quickening as the final silk slid down her legs, leaving her completely bare and vulnerable before him, her body flushed and ready despite the proud tilt of her chin.

It was so erotic that I had to bite my lips and squeeze my chest, ultimately choosing to join them in a most wonderful sex session.

Sumire, the eldest among us discounting Sakura nee-sama, was usually the stoic and bold leader. She watched our mischief from the sidelines, usually only directing our schemes with discreet authority but rarely joining in herself.

But one morning I was surprised to hear her singing a children’s song with surprising vigor to Ben-sama. Then she blushed like a cherry and admitted she was too shy to show us that she loved to sing and thought she could sing.

Though, Ben-sama found her immensely adorable and clapped his hands, cheering her on and saying she had the cutest voice on the planet...

But her voice sounded bad. She could not hold a single note steady. She was a terrible singer.

Nevertheless, I realized Sumire began sneaking away to meet Ben-sama in secret. Of course, most of the times it was simply for heated sex; raw and urgent encounters where she drove herself into him intensely, her stoic mask cracking into moans as she took him deep, bodies slick with sweat.

But on many occasions, she sang for him in that horrible, off-key voice, and he listened like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

In fact, all my sisters ended up sneaking around with Ben-sama. Of course, sleeping with him most of the time; soaked nights filled with tangled limbs, with the wet clapping sounds of flesh smacking each other, breathless climaxes as he used his seemingly eternal endurance to satisfy each of their craving in turn.

But they also end up doing strange, vulnerable acts the regular versions of them would never dare in public.

***

Ayaka and the rest had gathered over the Lake of Twin Moons, ultimately interrupting my alone time with Ben-sama.

"I know that..." Ayaka walked towards us, tears almost falling off her eyes, "That Amazon queen won’t ever let you see us again. Please don’t test her."

"K... Kuro has decided to be Ben-sama’s pet," Kuro muttered, still gazing at the lake, "Would you abandon your lovely pet forever?"