Chapter 72 Date night

“Wow, Roka really put the scrub into this place. You can barely tell it’s a run-down shitty inn/bar anymore.” Sophia off-handedly mentioned while I tried to shut her up. “Please don’t say that stuff in front of her. I’d rather not have her spit in our food.” Roka had lost many of her customers with the death of Sophia’s adventurer group that lived there. Her idea was to open it up to a dating spot/restaurant during the weekends.

Anywhere else, and her inn would have closed down. She was a woman of many plates, the innkeeper, barmaid, midwife, and chef for everyone who didn’t cook their own suppers. As one of the reasons, she was now struggling as she lost a good chunk of her clients because of us, and I hadn’t taken my girlfriends on many dates. I decided to make this a date for the grand opening of the new weekend restaurant in the village.

“I’m just saying. If she’d have made this place nicer before I left, I might have decided to stay here instead of moving in with you guys.” The green skinned lady overheard her talking as she butted into the conversation. “It’s so good to see you, Sophia. You still have eleven gold on your tab, you have to pay back.”

Sophia put on a big fake smile as she tried to talk her way out of the situation. “Oh, hi Roka! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Can you give me a break to pay you back? I kind of spent all my money on… Damnit, I’ve been saving my money, I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

“Alright, since it’s the first day of the new restaurant opening, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” We sat down, which took us pushing three tables together, and saw other couples inside the inn as well. At least for the first few months, this restaurant idea would work out amazingly for her.

With her limited staff(of one person), she had a minimal menu. Steak and potatoes, spaghetti and meatballs, chicken or beef noodle soup, tacos, or a half dozen hard-boiled eggs(surprisingly picked more than you’d think). Most of her menu, besides those things, was stuff she could cook throughout the day, like the different variations of pies she had for dessert.

The problem with our large endurance is that we ate more than people with average or even above average endurance, at least, we could eat more than they, which we often did. Most of us got two or three things from the menu as we kept her busy. She had more than made her money back just from our family for tonight, and because of that, she brought us all drinks.

“Here are some… Oh, I forgot some of you are pregnant. Raise your hand if you can’t drink alcohol.” Seven of my eight wives raised their hands as I looked confused at Sophia, Silk, and Tems. Only Sarah, who had just given birth recently, wasn’t pregnant.

Cherry asked. “Wait, Tems. Why did you raise your hand?” “Tems raised hand because everyone else did.” “So you’re not pregnant?” “Oh, were we raising it for that? Then yes, Tems is pregnant.” I almost slapped my forehead as she raised her hand without knowing why, and she was right by accident.

“Well… I’m sorry, but these drinks I made were going to be on the house. Should I give them to other people?” Roka looked around before Sarah stopped her. “No, we’ll take them and keep them coming. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to drink, my husband's got the ultimate inseminator between his legs after all.”

We clinked our drinks together, and after only a few, Sarah was already drunk and grabby. She had switched places with Tems, who was parked beside me and actively groping me through my clothes. It was so inappropriate that even I felt embarrassed by what was happening. Roka had tried her hardest, and we were making a big spectacle out of her special night.

It made me feel sad for Roka, she was trying her hardest for a business that really shouldn’t work with the size of our village. Somehow, she made it work. I respected her effort, putting herself through this stressful job, catering to stupid, disgruntled, and often strong enough to kill you clientele. If I had a non-combat class, I would hate to work with them on a regular basis, especially if they were drunk.

I breathed a sigh of relief as Sarah passed out after the third round of drinks. It still meant I drank four in the first round, six in the second, and seven in the third before she ordered a fourth set of drinks and passed out. I was already feeling tipsy and wasn’t sure I could handle all of them without blacking out. That was, until…

Sophia urged me to keep drinking. “What, are you some kind of wimp, you can’t even handle…” She started counting the empty cups, but some had been taken away, so she settled on listing the remaining drinks instead. “Drinking another eight mixed drinks. They’re mixed, it’s not like you’re drinking straight alcohol.” In my drunken mind, her words made perfect sense.

That’s when I blacked out for the second time in my life. I woke up again with my head pounding in pain. This time wasn’t as bad, but that’s because it was mixed drinks and not straight moonshine. I immediately looked around because the last time this happened, I was with a woman who wasn’t one of my wives. I mean… Directly after that, she became my wife, but I didn’t even know she liked me until after it happened…

And it just happened again. Roka lay facing down, her green skin slightly reddened in places from how ‘active’ we were last night. That meant I was harder than I was normally comfortable with, I could even see bruises forming on her ass. I really couldn’t believe it happened again. What were my other wives doing? Did they want me to add her to my harem? That was the only reason I could see them not putting a stop to what happened.

I wasn’t happy with myself; this was the second time I’ve slept with someone while not fully in control of my own faculties. I don’t know how it kept happening. Was the drunk me just a more charismatic person or something? I found Roka attractive, but the number of conversations we’ve had could have been counted on my hands. She didn’t seem like she was interested in me either.

So, how did it happen? Was it my luck working overtime again? That was the only thing that made sense. I didn’t have the time to find new women to sleep with, so my luck was putting me in these situations where it would happen naturally. I breathed out as I knew I would stop drinking, if it wanted me to bed other women, it would need to find a new workaround for me being a decent person who didn’t want his first time with a woman to be done unconsciously.

She let out a loud moan as she woke up. “Oh gods, I haven’t been fucked that hard since I left my stronghold. I think you even stretched me more than the warchief could. Which god blessed you with that cock?” She rolled over with a contented smile on her face that I had never seen. I could see bite marks on her breasts that had already healed, leaving behind scars. I could tell by the pattern that they were my teeth. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bite you, I was blacked out drunk.”

She chuckled at what I said before letting me know. “I told you to do this to me, after I got a taste of that dick, leaving a mark shows your claim on me.”