I Became a Genius Mechanic at the Academy

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“You’re really suffering between a vigorous wife, aren’t you, darling?”

I found healing in Adela’s embrace.

She wrapped me in her full warmth, gently stroking my head while wearing a soft smile.

“Well… it’s my karma. I’ve been holed up in the lab for a whole month.”

Though Adela comforted me, I was acknowledging my own fault.

This stupid curiosity of mine spurred me on to abandon my wife and lock myself in the lab.

In the lab, I engaged in passionate discussions with Eve to scientifically interpret the mysterious phenomena of this world.

I even designed some devices to prove the existence of this world.

Thus, being cooped up in the lab led my wives to go a bit crazy.

“But I’m grateful. You warm me up, so I can find peace here for a moment.”

Still, I took a breather in Adela’s arms.

As someone who is already a mother, she considers me, choosing to embrace rather than demand passionate love from me.

Lying beside her, warm and gentle, I felt as calm as a baby in an incubator.

Indeed, it must have been so.

“Hmm?”

But suddenly, heat began to rise throughout my body once more.

Panicking, I turned to Adela, who had twisted one corner of her mouth upwards and was now stroking my groin.

“I’ve been holding back your body too…♥”

“Oops!”

On that day, I truly felt the vigorous desires of a woman in her 40s.

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Once, I believed that ‘happiness’ was the ‘result’ of fulfilling my ‘mission.’

I thought that after finally taking down the Lord of Hell and ending the long war, the happiness I so longed for would arrive.

However, happiness was not some ‘end result’ achieved through a certain process, but rather, ‘the process itself.’

Each and every day spent appreciating what was given to me was indeed a part of that happiness.

“Honey. It’s breakfast time! Today, we have your favorite pork kimchi stew!”

In that sense, watching Enya learn to cook is adorable.

Perhaps it’s because she’s a professional cook, the meat cut into deliciously sized pieces looks truly appetizing.

Thus, I spend every Sunday evening to Monday morning enjoying her cooking at her home.

…Well, sometimes when her libido kicks in, we have this weird way of sharing a meal by feeding each other, but that’s another story.

“Hehe. You came just in time! Let’s go to the starlight garden together.”

Monday evenings are spent with Charlotte.

Now, strolling through one of the many ‘Charlotte Verdian’s Garden Series,’ known throughout the Empire, I enjoy a simple date with her.

Afterwards, we retreat into our own secret space in the garden to engage in intimate acts or nibble on snacks while discussing academic topics.

Regarding plants, she is definitely a top authority, making it quite enjoyable to learn.

“Perfect timing! I got two tickets, so we can head there right away!”

On Tuesdays, I stay at Isabella’s place.

She’s recently gotten interested in the film industry, helping direct movies with various magic.

No wonder, I mostly go on movie dates with Isabella.

Of course, we always make sure to dress up so that others won’t recognize us.

“Honey. Check this out. This is the set I designed, right? By creating magic circles by zone like this, it’s more natural when adding effects…”

The conversations we share after watching movies make me happy.

Things like the movie set she envisioned or her thoughts on the film we just watched.

It’s enjoyable to learn what she’s thinking, discovering mutual understandings along the way.

“I love you.”

Once, she lacked honesty with her feelings due to her ‘negativity’ while striving to become Graham’s successor, but now she’s the one expressing love the best among my wives.

Seeing her brightened state fills me with pride and gratitude.

“Jack, the sun’s about to set, let’s hurry!”

Wednesdays are spent at Adela’s house.

However, we don’t sleep at her place; we usually camp outside.

Surprisingly, the lady-like Adela enjoys the thrill of tearing apart monster flesh.

“Wow, this isn’t bad at all!”

And I enjoy hunting in a different sense.

Testing out the performance of the weapon I developed just to relieve boredom, I suppose?

It’s important for me to gather valuable data when hunting together.

Once the hunt is over, we search for a temporary lodging in nature.

Places like caves or under large trees.

“Ha… Ha… Ha…”

In the rural silence, we have quite the rough exchanges physically.

Adela, being the head of the Elmar family and Lucas’s mother, tends to reveal her primal instincts in these secluded areas.

Who could imagine such sides from her calm, noble demeanor?

Last week, the moment we engaged in wild mating by the lake under pouring rain felt like two beasts, leaving an unforgettable memory.

“You’ve come… the burden is about to collapse…”

Thursdays are for meeting Sephilia.

As an Emperor burdened with heavy duties, she’s mostly exhausted, so when we meet, we often enjoy massages together.

We’d lie side by side, discussing state affairs while receiving therapy.

Whenever she shares her worries, it naturally leads to me giving her advice.

“Ahem… The things left unsaid… let’s finish in my office.”

Though it’s called an office, it’s basically a bedroom.

Once inside, she claims the masseuse was terrible, saying her neck hurts and asks me to give her a rub.

Such a playful tsundere.

“Is this the place?”

“Ugh, ugh… it feels so nice now…”

She usually feels embarrassed looking at my face, so she often gets massaged from behind.

It’s hard to define if it’s a massage or caressing, honestly.

“Your Majesty, we need to adopt a conciliatory policy towards the Asellda Kingdom.”

“A conciliation policy…? That undermines the Empire’s dignity… let’s stick with a hardline stance!♥ Hmph!♥”

Her petite form quakes with excitement.

Ultimately, Sephilia stubbornly resists, though she will comply with my words when half-dressed and deeply connected.

“I’ll… do it…♥ Build up justification through the conciliatory policy…♥”

“Good. That’s a nice girl. No, you’re a good lady.”

Thus, I outlined the overall state policy.

While gripping her petite bud, I pushed my own member inside her to echo my recommended policies.

“Reject the request from the Calas Confederation.”

“Calas… Confederation… denies…♥”

“The Yoke Kingdom has a legitimacy crisis boiling. However, with the Second Prince likely to prevail, support him to advance the Empire’s interests.”

“The Yoke Kingdom… Second Prince… erase…♥”

“The Jeah Kingdom has requested joint military training with us. However, their military forces are still weak, so it won’t contribute significantly. Decline to avoid resource wastage.”

“Jeah Kingdom… military training… decline…♥”

“Your Majesty, the Avalon Republic in the north has asked for loans to recover its economy. However, their situation is unstable, making repayment uncertain. Please proceed with caution.”

“Avalon… loan request… proceed cautiously…♥”

How long have I given counsel to the Empress?

Satisfied with my advice, she trembled with delight.

After late-night considerations on state affairs, she finally agreed with all my suggestions.

Then, as I pulled back, she turned to me, nestling into my arms.

I gently stroked the head of the peacefully sleeping Empress, easing her into rest.

—

Time passes.

Three years have flown by since I took down the Lord of Hell.

During this time, Elena, who returned to Earth, has already visited for vacation four times and had plenty of fun.

Before long, my daily life began to change as well.

“Pah, pah-pah!”

The form of happiness began to change.

“Oh my! Who does our Ruel take after, being so clever~~~?”

Enya had become quite doting.

After giving birth to our daughter, Ruel Fix, she couldn’t stop gushing about how genius everything Ruel did was, with a beaming smile.

“Oh my! Our granddaughter!!”

Thinking about it, I can guess who influenced Enya’s smitten tendencies.

Looking at my father-in-law, Duke Ireya Cruel, who has the same expression as Enya, reveals it all.

“Will our child be a son or a daughter?”

Isabella is pregnant.

Right beside her, Charlotte is gently rubbing her belly.

Of course, the Empress, who shares state affairs with me every Thursday night, has also become pregnant.

How exactly she got pregnant while discussing the nation’s future remains a mystery.

In any case, entering her fifth month of pregnancy, the Empress is taking a break from her duties.

“Jack…”

This returning Thursday, when I visited Adela’s house, she told me she’d spoken with Lucas.

It seemed Adela had cautiously broached the subject of having my child with Lucas.

“What did Lucas say?”

Naturally, Adela was worried about Lucas being hurt.

She might feel confused if she were to get pregnant with my child, a person who’s practically a friend.

“He didn’t seem to care at all.”

Lucas, in fact, didn’t mind at all.

Having already built a family with Claire, Lucas was busy caring for his own household.

Moreover, since I was Jack Dionel in my previous life, what’s there to be concerned about having a child with today’s Dad? Lucas laughed heartily about it.

“So, about us…♥”

Oh, it’s camping time again.

I could feel a thunderous moment approaching as I gazed at the stormy sky.

—

On Sundays, it’s Enya,
On Mondays, it’s Charlotte,
On Tuesdays, it’s Isabella,
On Wednesdays, it’s Adela,
On Thursdays, it’s Sephilia.

And on Fridays, I’m absorbed in research all day with Eve.

So when is my personal time?

“Finally, it’s Saturday.”

It’s Saturday.

On Saturdays, I break free from home and do what I want.

And that is, to wear my suit.

“This newly improved model fits quite well.”

This is simply a hobby.

Like modifying cars or tinkering with bikes.

I find satisfaction in developing and testing my suit.

Today, I wear my newly crafted suit and soar through the sky.

“Brother, terrorists have infiltrated the train heading to the Zeonik Empire. They seem to be targeting the power unit in the B-17 cargo compartment, and it’s quite a large scale.”

Saturdays come, and without fail, I begin my heroics.

It’s not a mission but an act entirely for myself.

When I wear the suit, I feel more alive than ever.

“Okay. I’m going now. This mission looks a bit tricky.”

I fly off to the point Eve specified.

I’m not Jack, the husband of five wives or the father of my children; I am an independent entity.

Soaring through the sky, relishing my happiness in my own way.

For the happiness of Edgar Fix.