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Spending time with Olga Marie was a rare occasion. Not because there weren't opportunities for it, but rather, it was because getting her to actually take those opportunities to relax was sometimes almost like pulling teeth, or banging stones and producing water. Maybe even harder than that. But there was one way to get her to hang out.
"Thank you for letting me help you with this, I was going stir crazy..."
Offer her an opportunity to do something productive to disguise your offer to hang out, and she'll bite. "No problem," I replied, smiling at her as she set the stack of papers she'd been preparing for me on my study's desk.
"This is strange, I've been in charge so long I'd almost forgotten what it was like to be an underling," she said with a small smile. She flicked her braid behind her shoulder and stood straight, putting her hands on her hips, already balled into fists, showing pride in her work. "It's good sometimes to remind myself-"
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back against my chest and shamelessly grabbing her chest with one hand and cup her crotch through her skirt and orange tights with the other, kissing her neck.
"H-Hiee, what are you doing!?" she hissed, making less than zero effort to get away, her cheeks bright red, her ass pressed and rubbing against my crotch. "We're working right now, you perverted fool!"
"Yeah... you're standing in for my secretary today aren't you?" I almost growled into her ear, "you know what I do with my secretaries, don't you, Di-rec-tor~!"
She cast her gaze down and to the side, as I moved my hand under her skirt and pulled it up, revealing she was wearing a rather fancy looking pair of panties under her stockings, the erotic kind, that exposed more than it hid, and rode up her cheeks, exposing her voluptuous lower half and framing her thighs perfectly.
"Naughty naughty, you were hoping for this weren't you?"
"I, I'm not some- you can't just distract me with sex," she narrowed her eyes.
I laughed and stuck my hand in her coat's pocket and pulled out a dried fruit. "What's this?" I asked, bringing the vaguely identifiable candied piece of fruit in a little brown baggie. "You know the charm my wife gave me can identify all sorts of substances, including aphrodisiacs, don't you? Were you planning on feeding me this?"
"N-No, that was- R-Ritsuka, it was Ritsuka's, she gave-" she shook her head.
"Blaming your juniors now? What's become of you Director," I spoke into her ear, whispering right next to her ear canal, trying to keep my voice as low, as natural and deep as I could, doing my utmost to sound seductive. "You used to be so responsible, now, I can feel your pussy warming up..."
I indeed could, as my hand pressed against her crotch through her tights and panties.
"I'm warning you, I'm not gonna fuck you," I spoke, pressing her body against mine even harder, "I'm gonna make love to you, I'm going to kiss your body in every place and I'm going to imprint my taste, my smell and the feel of my body onto yours, I'm going to take everything you've got and give you all I have, I'm going to-"
A chime caught my attention. The sound of a valid id unlocking the electronic lock that kept my study sealed. A formality as anyone in the house who really needed to enter knew the emergency code, but an important one.
Letting Olga's skirt come back down but not releasing her at all, I turned around and hugged her with both arms, dragging her to sit on top of me on the chair of my desk, just as the door to my study opened up.
"Dad I need- Oh hey mom."
With white hair that fell behind herself as a cascade of gently spiking locks and messy waves, Maris, my daughter, appeared from behind the door. She wore the clothes that her mother had bought her, and Olga was nothing if not consistent in taste, dressing her daughter in the same clothes she'd worn as a young girl, a black mantle with golden accents, a red neckerchief, and had even done up a braid on her daughter's hair with an orange ribbon.
"Good afternoon, Maris," I said, as I sat Olga down on my lap and let me feel just how intent I had just been on fucking her before our daughter together interrupted my attempt at showing her just how much spending time with her actually meant. "Fancy seeing you here. Back so soon?"
"Yeah!" she said, entering the room.
"I thought I taught you better than to just enter a room before you've been allowed in," Olga said, her tone atypical for her, she typically was a bit more neutral with her daughter than the other women I shared a child with, but never this borderline harsh. She must've been really frustrated.
Fortunately, my desire for sex had almost entirely left my body, so I could just take the interruption in good humor, and soon enough I could just ignore the slight case of blue balls as the arousal faded further. "Now now, she's our daughter, my children don't need permission," I said, but they did need a warning, I didn't add, because I really didn't want to be caught hip deep in business. "But still honey you know you shouldn't just barge in."
Olga nodded. "There are important things, things that children shouldn't-"
Maris shrugged, focusing lightly glowing orange eyes on her mother. "I'm not five," she protested. "I know you guys do gross stuff like kissing and stuff when you think I can't see you."
"W-What?! Gross stuff?!" Olga responded, her own eyes wide. "Young lady-"
"Yeah, you are all noisy and weird and always whispering and breathing heavily, it's like, super gross!" she huffed. "And you always end up ignoring me when we go somewhere together, it's not fair."
It was... unfortunately, a little bit true. Like I'd described before, getting to hang out with Olga was a rare occasion, and one I would typically try to take as much advantage of as possible, and that advantage was usually taken orally, as a suppository, or vaginally. We had sex, that's what I meant, we typically had sex whenever we had the opportunity.
"W-What- there's no way, we never-" at that moment, the former Director of Chaldea was more tomato than woman, her cheeks shining and red like rubies.
"Yeah, you guys thought I didn't hear you at the hotel? What'd two people need to go to the bathroom together for anyway?" Maris said, rolling her eyes, stepping up to the desk. "If you guys are hanging out, then I wanna hang out too!"
"Alright then sweetie," I smirked, then spread my legs, helping Olga slide around onto one of my thighs, moving her from my lap to it even as she squawked and protested a little, letting her use my arm to support her, until she was fully seated to my right, and then I patted my left thigh with my left hand, and extended that arm so Maris could climb on top of me.
My barely adolescent daughter wasn't small for her age, but she still more than comfortably fit on my lap, climbing onto my seat and smiling brightly as she took her seat, and then let me hug her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her closer to my side, allowing me to rub my cheek against hers.
"You become such a daddy's girl when we're alone huh?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's because you'd get sad if I didn't."
"You're right I would," I agreed. "I love my cute daughter and I'm terrified she's gonna grow up like her siblings and think her dear old dad is a lame loser some day."
"I would never change my opinion about you like that dad!" she huffed. "After all you're already a lame loser, but you're MY lame loser!" she said. "Right mom?"
"I- Er-- I don't think I would call him a lame loser..." Olga murmured, turning her gaze aside.
"Not about that! Seriously mom, it's like you never even try! You keep sighing and saying that you're just happy to support aunt Ritz or auntie Mashu and then you're all alone and just doing paperwork in your room!"
Wow, that was quite sad. "Really?" I asked. "Have I been making you feel lonely?"
Olga looked scandalized. "N-No way!" she replied, her hands coming to her lap, adjusting her skirt, glaring at her daughter. "Don't tell your dad those stories! Especially when they're not true! I'm not lonely!"
"Oh yeah?!" Maris accused, glaring up at her mother, "then why do you call out for my aunties or dad when you're doing paperwork in your room, huh?!"
Oh how absolutely precious, Olga was masturbating in her room thinking of me, Ritsuka and Mashu? Good grief, this director is just too damn cute! I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to my side. "Is that right? Do you call out for me in lonely and cold nights? Would you like me to hug you to sleep sometimes?"
"N-Nooooooo!!!" she cried out. "Why would you say thaaaaaaaaat!"
Tilting her head up and putting her nose in the air, with a smug smirk and closed eyes, Maris adjusted her seat on my leg, balled up her hands into fists and put them on her hips, just above her waist. "That's right dad! She totally wants you to come and hug her!"
"Maybe I should stop by," I agreed. "In fact, maybe I can do it today. Would you like to turn it into a slumber party?" I asked. "We could watch a movie maybe, eat some salty popcorn with extra butter," I offered. "We'll play that kart game you like so much, I might even let you win this time!"
"As if! I've become the Master of Drifting!! My powers have more than doubled since the last time you raced me, old man!"
"Oof, that hurts," I called, "I'm not old!"
Olga rolled her eyes. "You don't get to say you're not a kid if you're calling your dad old."
"Yes I do! I'm not a kid, mom," the kid said petulantly and childishly, you'd think she was a couple years younger, like single digits even. "I've even fought heroes, stopped disasters, quelled storms and seen every end of mankind and averted them!" she called, acting as smug as only the living rejection of the end of mankind could be.
I patted her head. "My daughter's amazing."
"'Course I am! Praise me more dad!" she brought a hand up and over her mouth, letting out a noblewoman's laugh, smug and loud.
"Alright that's enough, young lady, I'm cutting your lessons with the Edelfelt family!"
"What?! No way! Miss Luvia was about to teach me the German Suplex!"
I blinked. "... you're learning wrestling from the Edelfelt family?" I asked.
"Well, yeah, where else would I be able to learn it?" Maris asked. "Master Quetzalcoatl is just way too advanced, you know how easy it is to accidentally injure someone with careless Lucha Libre? I do! I can literally see every possible way a human can explode if I hit them the wrong way you know!"
Right. That was a thing. "Well sweetie I'm really glad you're a responsible girl and are learning the basics before moving on to more complicated stuff. See, isn't that responsible Olga? She's responsible."
"Yeah, super responsible! I'm the most responsible!" the smugness incarnate on my left leg agreed.
"I am surrounded by idiots," Olga said, bringing her hands to her face and letting out a piteous whine.
"Anyway Maris, what did you want when you came here? You said you needed something, right?" I asked, looking down at her while Olga continued to try to shrink into nothingness, and still continuing to make no attempt to get off.
"Oh yeah! Right I needed to talk to you," Maris spoke. "What was it again... oh yeah, Auntie Mashu said she wanted to see you!" she said. "She said she needed, uhm, what was it... Oh, yeah, she said she needed to keep you distracted so Roman can go on a date with his girlfriend!"
There was a pause.
"I wasn't supposed to say that, I shouldn't have said that," Maris said. "Can we pretend I didn't say that?"
"No," I replied candidly.
"Mom can we just rewrite history again? Roman's gonna get angry and he's like the worst at holding grudges this one time I ate a pudding cup and he didn't talk to me for three weeks even though I bought him a replacement one and-"
"No," Olga replied candidly.
"Ohhh nooo...." grabbing her head, my daughter threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself up. "Uhm! Dad! If you forget I said that I'll, uhm, I'll kiss you, you like kisses right?"
"Sweetie," I patted her head, "you're not getting out of this that easily. So your brother's going on a date, huh... and he thinks he can just distract me so he can go, well, he's gonna get to know his dad and learn I'm not so simple real soon!"
"Mom, please, help!"
Olga looked at Maris, then she looked at me, and I looked at her, and in her eyes, I thought I could see an idea forming...