Chapter 107: Meeting Of The Permanent Women (Part-2)

“So, are both of you with me in this?” Rebecca asks Layla and Zakira, clenching her fists to show her determination.

“You don’t have to ask me. I am willing to do anything, anything to save Jacob, no matter what it is,” Layla declares in a serious tone.

Now that Layla knows that there is a way through which my glitch can be fixed, color is returning to her face and she’s breathing easily again.

“And what about you, Zakira? Will you help us?” Rebecca asks with a little doubt in her voice for obvious reasons.

Unlike Layla, Zakira doesn’t reply immediately. She seems to be thinking hard about something, her eyes unfocused.

“Zakira? PRINCESS ZAKIRA!?”

Rebecca raises her voice.

“Y-Yes? Sorry, I… I couldn’t catch the last bit,” Zakira says, noticing that she’s been spoken to, lightly shaking her head.

“I was asking, will you help us save Jacob? Will you give it your everything?” Rebecca repeats.

“Yes, of course, I will help,” Zakira replies, nodding fervently.

Hmm…

Once again, I can tell that something’s eating Zakira out. It’s clear to me that she’s really scared right now, maybe even more than Layla and Rebecca.

But why? For me?

I doubt it…

I mean, yes, she’s obviously worried about me, but there is something else as well. Something I don’t know about.

…

Okay, wait a fucking second. How the fuck do I know what’s Zakira’s feeling? This is the third time today!

{I should inform you that this is unrelated to your system, master.}

Yeah, I know. Otherwise, I would have known how Rebecca and Layla are feeling as well.

Maybe it’s because of the Blood Bond?

{I think so too, master. That’s the only other thing that connects you and Zakira.}

Well, another thing to ask her, I guess.

“Thank you, I just wanted to make sure that we all are in this wholeheartedly,” Rebecca says, beaming.

“Now, I believe that the best and the most efficient way we could do this is by distributing the places where Jacob goes on a daily basis among ourselves— you know, the school, home, and the rest of the places outside. There is no point in all three of us attending to this matter at the same time,” she continues.

“That’s a good idea,” Layla agrees.

“Yes,” Zakira also nods in agreement.

“Great, though this is practically pre-decided. Layla will be responsible for having sex with Jacob when he’s home, Zakira will be responsible for it when he’s at school (no one except her can go there), and I will take care of it when he’s outside,” Rebecca says.

“But as he will probably stay at home for most of the time after school, I think it will be better if I come here as well and help Layla as much as I could, is that okay?” She asks Layla.

“Yes, thank you,” Layla says with a small smile.

Woah…

I am not going to lie, this development is a little unexpected, but greatly to my liking. Though honestly, what I like even is the fact that these women actually care about me this much.

“Hey guys, I might actually die of having too much sex before the glitch could kill me, you know? Though honestly, I don’t mind dying this way,” I say with a laugh.

But unfortunately, none of my women laughs with me.

“Jacob, don’t joke about things like these, please! I cannot even bear the thought of you… Of you…” Layla says, her voice getting shaky again.

“Yes, this is really serious, Jacob,” Rebecca adds, looking sad for the first time since the meeting began.

Even Zakira is looking at me angrily.

Shit…

“O-Okay, okay, I am sorry,” I say, raising my hands in surrender.

Jeez… You cannot even make jokes around here anymore. Just wanted to lighten the mood…

“Anyway, my barrier’s limit is about to reach in a few minutes, it will be automatically dispersed after that. But before that happens, I want to discuss one final thing with you all that’s a bit unrelated to the topic,” Rebecca says.

Hmm? Unrelated?

“So, not long after Jacob got his system, he went to a brothel to earn some life points. There, he paid to sleep with a Harpy named Nina, who then appeared at the doorstep of my bakery just a few days ago by following Jacob’s scent around me— saying that she’s pregnant with Jacob’s child and that she wants to meet him. But before we could talk further on this, the police arrived and she had to leave,” Rebecca tells them.

Damn, so she wants to talk about Nina, I should’ve known…

Well, I guess it’s fine considering that I was going tell Layla about it anyway.

“A-A child? Really?” Layla asks, thunderstruck as expected.

“But… But that’s…”

And Zakira is no different.

“It’s not Jacob’s fault, in my opinion. Nina wanted to get pregnant— it was in the contract she made with the brothel. And as impregnation used to give the maximum number of life points to Jacob, I am sure he must have become tempted to agree to that— as anyone else would have in his place,” Rebecca says, defending me before I could.

For a few seconds, no one says anything. But then, Layla looks at me, tightening the grip of her hand on mine.

“My only regret is that I didn’t know about this earlier, I could have helped you— But well, nothing can be done now. And Rebecca is right, I also don’t think it’s your fault, Jacob,” she tells me.

“Me neither, it was a contract,” Zakira says with a nod.

“I am glad that both of you share my views, but that’s not it. The main issue is that Nina wanted to meet Jacob. The desperation and the helplessness I saw in her eyes— It’s been bothering me for days, I cannot forget it,” Rebecca continues, looking sad again.

“I am sure that she will come back to my bakery and ask me to let her meet Jacob again. I want to know what both of you, as Jacob’s women, think about this. And more importantly, what Jacob wants me to do.”

“Honestly, it’s really strange for a Harpy to look out for the male it mated with once. I cannot think of a reason as to why this Nina would want to meet Jacob— Unless the forest doesn’t have any game left and she wants food,” Zakira says.

“Anyway, I don’t think Jacob is obliged to meet her or listen to anything she wants to say— she agreed for the child in the contract.”

“I don’t fully agree with that,” Layla disagrees immediately.

“As Rebecca says, Nina was really desperate to meet Jacob. And while it’s true that Jacob is not obliged to do anything, there is also nothing wrong in having a simple conversation with her— hear out what she wants to say. But well, this is what I think— here, what Jacob wants to do matters the most, I will support him in his decision,” she says.

Hmm…

“And what do you think I should do, Rebecca?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“I agree with Layla on this, you should talk to her,” Rebecca says in a low voice.

“Well, it’s settled then, I will meet Nina, but only if she reaches out to Rebecca again. I know that I shouldn’t feel responsible for her pregnancy because of the contract and everything— but well, I do. At least a little bit. After all, the child she’s carrying is mine,” I say after giving it a serious thought myself.

Hearing this, Layla and Rebecca’s beams at me, while Zakira just gives a small shrug as if saying— “Well, if that’s what you want.”

*CRACK*

Unlike its noiseless deployment, the anti-magic barrier dissipates with a small cracking sound.

“Well, that’s all the time we had. Getting back on topic, I am sure that we will save Jacob! We just need to show all our efforts!” Rebecca says with a smile.

“Yes, and we will,” Layla says, returning the smile.

“By the way, would you mind coming to the kitchen with me, Rebecca? I could use some help with more snacks,” she asks politely, standing up.

“Oh, there is no need for that. I should really get going—”

“I insist,” Layla interrupts, maintaining her smile.

…

“W-Well, okay then.”

Frowning in confusion, Rebecca stands up as well and follows Layla to the kitchen, leaving me and Zakira in the living room. I continue to stare at their backs (their ass, to be exact) until their figures disappear.

“I wonder what Layla wants with Rebecca. She certainly doesn’t need extra hands for the snacks, I know—”

I abruptly stop speaking— Zakira is standing mere inches away from my face, it’s as if she got teleported here from the sofa she was sitting on.

“We need to speak. Urgently. To your room please.”