Dawn Winery sits near Springvale, with beautiful scenery and the scent of fruit in the air.
Clusters of grapes hang full like little lanterns on the vines, swaying in the breeze with a faint, fresh aroma.
Standing amid the fields, Dawn Winery is like a dazzling pearl in a sea of green, quietly exuding understated luxury.
"Is that Mr. Ken in the distance? So handsome."
"He seems to be looking at the trellises… even checking the grape nursery looks good on him. I'm so jealous of Miss Mona—I want to work for Mr. Ken too."
"Moco, look at me—how's my outfit today? Is my makeup nice?"
"Heavens… Hillie, you flirt, you're not actually thinking of seducing Mr. Ken, are you?"
"..."
At the winery gate, two maids watched the figure by the nursery, whispering with starry eyes.
They'd long heard of Ken's name—he'd replaced Master Diluc as Mondstadt's most popular figure, the man the girls most wanted to marry.
They didn't dare hope to marry Ken, but becoming his maids would be nice too.
Sensing their heated stares, Ken turned and walked over.
The grapes grown in Dawn Winery's nursery aren't just a lovely sight; they're also the raw material for the winery's vintages. Thanks to the advantageous location, the grapes have a unique flavor, and the wines are exceptional.
Such scenery is rare to see back on Blue Star, so he lingered a while. He hadn't expected to notice those two burning gazes.
"Mr. Ken, Miss Lisa's box is in the VIP room. Please follow me."
Seeing Ken approach, the maid named Hillie stepped up to lead the way, greeting him warmly.
Ken nodded, glancing at the flowerbeds on either side, and praised, "The plants are well-kept—quite beautiful."
Hillie: "..."
After a brief silence, Hillie guiltily glanced at the head maid Adelinde in the distance and hunched her neck.
How could they not be lush?
Adelinde tended those flowerbeds herself.
Following Hillie's gaze, Ken also saw Adelinde not far off.
Ken arrived at Lisa's private room. It was furnished in Mondstadt's beloved classical style: a spacious room with a splendid chandelier, dark antique furniture, and many exquisite, expensive ornaments.
A rectangular dining table draped with a luxurious cloth, dotted with a variety of dishes; silverware glittered with restrained opulence.
On blue velvet chairs sat a few familiar faces, but it wasn't as lively as Ken had imagined.
Barbara, Jean, Klee, Amber.
"Daddy!"
Little Klee sat on a stool, legs dangling and swinging as she waved at Ken.
Ken patted Klee's head and looked at Lisa. "Hm? Just us?"
"Who else?" Lisa folded her arms and drawled lazily, "Eula's up on Dragonspine most of the time and rarely shows at the Knights. Albedo's also gone there to study something… and Kaeya's always busy."
Ken: "..."
So among the men, he was the only one with time.
But judging by Lisa's expression, Ken felt that aside from a few close female friends, she'd only invited him among the men.
"Why pick here for your birthday?" he asked, curious. Given the Knights' relationship with Diluc, he wouldn't have expected Lisa to choose this place.
"Mm… no matter how bad a relationship is, you've got to try breaking the ice." Lisa glanced meaningfully at her bestie; that was also Jean's view.
Nothing ulterior—just that as former colleagues, perhaps the grudge between Diluc and the Knights could be eased.
Hence Lisa's birthday party here.
"Shame Master Diluc isn't at the winery." Amber shrugged. Whether he didn't want to run into the Knights or was genuinely busy was anyone's guess.
Ken didn't pry.
He knew well enough about Diluc's grudge with the Knights.
Because he knew, he had little to add.
"Your gift."
From his system space, Ken took out the prepared Sacrificial Fragments and set them before Lisa.
A catalyst eroded by the long passage of time, carrying an ancient aura.
Though it looked like an unremarkable script on the surface, no one present was ordinary; in an instant they sensed its uncommon nature.
"I—is that a four-star weapon?"
Barbara, who also used a catalyst, could feel the difference.
Elemental power flowed across it like Mondstadt's eternal wind, gently spilling into the surroundings.
"This is rare," Jean said with meaning. Last time, Ken had given the Traveler a four-star weapon.
And now one for Lisa.
Seeing her lover's generosity, Jean felt a sour twinge… she and Barbara didn't seem to have one between them.
"Got it by chance," Ken explained, catching Jean's glance.
He had indeed drawn it from a gacha, and since it wasn't useful to him, he gave it to Lisa as a birthday gift.
As for Barbara and Jean…
If he found something suitable later, he'd gift them too. Ken was never stingy with his women.
"Thank you. I love it."
Lisa couldn't put it down. Her emerald eyes rippled like a lake as her slender fingers slid over the book, her face openly radiant with joy.
She'd already had a bit of a thing for Ken and teased him often.
Sometimes even a bit over the line.
But she hadn't expected Ken to value her so much. Four-star weapons were few and far between in all of Mondstadt.
She was delighted.
Not just at receiving a four-star, but at what it said about her place in Ken's heart.
"Looks like… I need to repay you properly tonight."
Carefully stowing the catalyst, Lisa cast Ken a sidelong, suggestive look.
Those hints made Jean and Barbara blush.
Lisa could toss out such flirtatious lines without a care; the sisters couldn't.
Ken only said helplessly, "Careful not to corrupt my Klee."
"Hehehe…" Lisa covered her lips, laughing so hard she shook like a flower. "How could I? Little Klee's got nothing in her head but Amber's Baron Bunny."
Ken glanced over instinctively.
Sure enough, his daughter was staring curiously at Amber's Baron Bunny. He could only feel helpless.
Worthy daughter of Alice—she'd inherited Alice's interests a full hundred percent.
Back in the day, Alice had wanted to modify Amber's Baron Bunny; who knew little Klee would be into it now too.
It's also why players teased Amber:
She'd had a chance to go from four-star to five-star, but Amber hadn't seized it.
As Ken mused, he suddenly felt warmth creeping up from his calf. He looked at Lisa and saw the meaningful glint in her eyes.
Ken: "..."
As expected of a witch—bold.
Across all Teyvat, aside from Liyue Harbor's Ms. Ying'er, probably no one else would dare pull something like this in such a setting.
"I brought a jar of wine. Let's have a taste."
Feeling the warmth on his leg, Ken's expression didn't flicker. He calmly produced a jar of Osmanthus Wine.
Barbara blinked and stuck out her tongue. "Eh? Ken, do you not like Dawn Winery's wine?"
"Not at all," Ken said honestly. "But this jar comes from Jueyun—the Osmanthus Wine made from fruits imbued with adeptal energy, then buried to absorb the earth's qi for a thousand years. It's a rare vintage."
What the system produced was even better than Jueyun's usual fare.
With almost no outsiders present, Ken wasn't stingy.
As the Osmanthus Wine's aroma spread, even the maids outside widened their eyes, subconsciously savoring the rich fragrance.
"This really is fine wine…" Jean took a sip and was stunned by its rich body.
More importantly, as the liquor slid down her throat, a warm current spread from her belly. Tired from overtime, the Acting Grand Master instantly felt clear-headed, her energy restored.
Amber and Barbara weren't connoisseurs, but they couldn't ignore the wine's effects.
"We're really lucky today. Happy birthday, Lisa!"
Amber downed two cups in a row and even felt the lingering injuries from fighting monsters ease away.
Lisa looked radiant, her smile more and more bewitching—and under the table, her movements quickened.
She'd planned a lot for this birthday party, packing the entire day full.
After sampling many dishes from the winery, they went to the nursery to pick grapes, tried grape pastries and red tea, and spent the day with Lisa, free from worries.
Seeing Barbara so happy, Jean smiled knowingly.
Tea parties and gatherings like this—Lisa had invited her many times, but she'd never gone.
Today, she came for Lisa's birthday.
It felt good…
Especially spending such a wonderful day with her sister and her lover. Jean felt especially at ease.
…
Night had fallen.
Because it was late, little Klee went back with Amber to rest; Barbara also returned to the Church for evening prayers.
In a blink, only Jean, Lisa, and Ken remained.
Watching the red tea bubbling by the hearth, Jean picked up a pastry and held it to Ken's lips. Her face was flushed, but her tone was serious. "Try it? It's a new red bean recipe—see how it tastes."
"What about me?"
The lazy witch, in her gorgeous gown, sat elegantly on the sofa, eyes sultry.
"Being so intimate in front of me isn't fair, you know."
Jean's heart skipped a beat.
"Do you want some too, Lisa?"
"No thank you. I suddenly want a drink. Any Osmanthus Wine left?"
Lisa was far more easygoing than Jean. Smiling bewitchingly, she said, "Jean, you keep yourself wound too tight. Since we finally have time tonight, let's drink more. When you're drunk… it's easier to let go."
Jean's hand trembled slightly, her eyes wavering.
She'd noticed Lisa's under-the-table antics during dinner—how could someone as keen as Jean not?
But it wasn't something she could voice.
And with her best friend on one side and her lover on the other, it was awkward.
She hadn't expected Lisa to be so direct.
"Ahem… don't talk nonsense."
Jean twirled a strand of hair by her ear, giving Lisa a reproachful look.
She could accept Lisa and Ken, but as someone raised on rules, she couldn't bring herself to make such bold hints.
"Lisa, don't tease Jean. She's shy."
Ken gave Lisa a helpless glance and, with a wave of his sleeve, produced two more jars of Osmanthus Wine.
He didn't usually like being drunk—at most he'd indulge a little. But today was different, and system-brewed wine had no downsides to drinking more.
One jar split among several hadn't been enough to feel tipsy.
Now with two jars among three people, the haze came quickly—especially for Jean.
As Acting Grand Master, Jean rarely indulged. She had to stay clear-headed to run the Knights' affairs.
So she got drunk the fastest.
To the point that, in a pleasant daze, she actually agreed to Lisa's suggestion and let herself be led into a room.
The guest rooms at Dawn Winery are luxurious and comfortable; even with many people, they don't feel cramped.
"Jean's had too much. Taking advantage like this isn't right."
Ken knew what Lisa wanted.
But considering Jean's discipline and propriety, he objected.
Taking advantage wasn't right.
But Jean sat up, lake-clear eyes hazy as she looked at Ken.
"Actually, I'm quite lucid."
Even so, she lowered her head, her fair cheeks blooming red.
Clearly embarrassed.
"Don't you want to?"
Lisa laughed softly, lazy and sultry.
"Jean and I are the best of sisters. If anything's to happen, it should be in front of her. Sneaking around would be wrong."
Hearing that, Ken's heart stirred.
To say he didn't want to would be a lie.
The witch knew how to play; she didn't fuss over rules in this.
And managing to persuade Jean… clearly Lisa had been sowing seeds for a while. Of course, Ken's system-boosted charm made things a lot easier.
His gaze swept over the two, and he said evenly, "Then let's be drunk, just this once."
Since the atmosphere had been stoked this far, not taking the initiative now would be foolish.
The well-read witch, though it was her first time like this, soon took the lead.
With a sultry smile, Lisa approached Ken, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the toned lines of his chest and abdomen.
"Mmm, look at you—strong and inviting," she murmured, her voice like velvet as she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, and pressed her lips to his in a deep, lingering kiss that sent a thrill through him.
The taste of Osmanthus Wine lingered on her tongue, sweet and intoxicating, making Ken's pulse race with anticipation.
Jean watched, her cheeks flushing deeper, but she didn't look away—instead, she rose and joined them, her hands tentatively helping to slide his shirt off his shoulders, exposing his broad build.
"I... I want to help too," Jean whispered, her voice soft and hesitant, yet laced with desire. Ken felt a surge of satisfaction at her initiative, his skin tingling under their combined touch.
Encouraged, Lisa guided Jean's hands to Ken's belt, and together they undid it, pulling down his trousers to reveal his hardening arousal, standing proud and ready.
"Oh, darling, you're already so eager," Lisa purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she traced a finger along his length, sending shivers of pleasure up Ken's spine. Jean's gaze widened, but she didn't pull back; instead, she gently cupped him, her touch exploratory and warm.
"It feels... so alive," Jean admitted breathlessly, her embarrassment giving way to curiosity.
Ken groaned softly, the dual attention from their hands heightening his arousal, a deep sense of pleasure building as he watched them admire him.
"You both are incredible," he said, his voice husky, reaching out to caress their cheeks.
Now, Lisa's gown slipped from her shoulders with a whisper of fabric, unveiling her voluptuous curves—full, heaving breasts that swayed invitingly, capped with rosy peaks, her skin pale and smooth like porcelain under the room's soft lamplight, her waist curving gracefully into wide hips and a neatly trimmed patch of intimacy.
"Like what you see?"
Lisa teased, arching her back slightly to accentuate her form.
Jean followed suit, her knightly attire falling away layer by layer: the white blouse parting to show her firm, rounded breasts, pert and responsive, her skirt pooling at her feet to expose long, athletic legs, toned from years of duty, and the gentle swell of her hips framing her smooth, inviting core. "Ken... please, look at me," Jean said shyly, her body trembling slightly as she stood bare, her fair skin glowing in the dim light.
Ken's breath caught at the sight of them both, his desire surging like a tide.
"You're both so beautiful—perfection," he murmured, pulling them closer for a shared embrace, his hands roaming over their soft skin, feeling the warmth and curves that promised endless delight.
Now bare before him, the two women knelt, their eyes meeting his with a mix of shyness from Jean and bold allure from Lisa.
"Let us take care of you first," Lisa suggested with a wink, wrapping her generous bosom around his length, the soft, warm flesh enveloping him completely, her breasts pressing together to create a perfect, yielding channel. She moved with rhythmic grace, gliding up and down, the friction sending jolts of ecstasy through Ken's core.
"Does that feel good, my dear?" she asked, her voice sultry as she looked up at him.
Jean leaned in beside her, her lips parting to join in a double caress—both tongues swirling and licking along his shaft in unison, their mouths working together to heighten his pleasure, alternating between gentle sucks and teasing flicks.
"I want to make you feel amazing," Jean whispered between licks, her tongue tracing patterns that made Ken's hips buck involuntarily.
Ken groaned deeply, the dual sensations overwhelming; the sight of their beautiful faces so close, focused on him, filled him with profound satisfaction, his hands gently threading through their hair as waves of delight coursed through his body.
"Ah, yes... that's incredible, both of you," he panted, his pleasure mounting with every stroke and swirl, the warmth of their mouths and breasts driving him toward the edge. He held back as long as he could, savoring the buildup, until the intensity became too much, and he released in a shuddering climax, his essence spilling forth as he moaned in utter bliss, the satisfaction washing over him like a warm wave.
Panting and still aroused, thanks to his enhanced vitality, Ken guided them to the bed.
Lisa rose first, positioning herself astride him, her thighs straddling his hips. "My turn to ride you properly," she said with a playful grin, guiding him inside her with a slow, deliberate descent, her inner warmth clenching around him tightly, slick and welcoming.
Ken's breath hitched at the exquisite tightness, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him, her movements fluid and sensual, breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"Feel how deep you go," Lisa gasped, her eyes locking with his as she ground against him, her body undulating in perfect rhythm.
Pleasure built rapidly, his body responding to her rhythm, the friction igniting sparks of ecstasy with every motion.
Ken thrust upward to meet her, his hands kneading her breasts, thumbs circling her peaks, drawing soft moans from her lips.
"You're so tight, Lisa... it's heaven," he murmured, lost in the sensation. Soon, he felt the first climax approaching again—intense release surging through him as he spilled deep within her, a low moan of satisfaction escaping his lips at the blissful fulfillment, his body trembling as she clenched around him in her own peak.
"Yes... together," Lisa cried out, her body arching in release.
Not to be outdone, Jean took her turn, shifting into a missionary position that allowed Ken to gaze into her hazy eyes. "Please, Ken... be gentle at first," she whispered, her legs parting invitingly.
He entered her gently, feeling her welcoming heat envelop him, tight and velvety, her legs wrapping around his waist to draw him deeper. As he thrust with increasing fervor, her expressions of pleasure—soft gasps and whimpers—mirrored his own growing ecstasy.
"It feels so full... so good," Jean moaned, her hands clutching his back, nails lightly grazing his skin.
Ken savored the intimacy, leaning down to kiss her deeply, their tongues dancing as he moved within her.
"You're amazing, Jean—your warmth is addictive," he said between breaths, his pace quickening.
Switching to a more dynamic pose, he lifted her onto all fours, entering from behind in a doggy-style embrace, his hands caressing her swaying breasts while Lisa watched approvingly, occasionally leaning in to kiss Ken's neck and whisper encouragements.
"Deeper... yes, like that," Jean begged, pushing back against him, her body rocking with each powerful thrust.
The position amplified every sensation, the angle allowing him to reach new depths, and as Jean's body trembled with her own rising peak, Ken felt another wave of climax build, culminating in a powerful release that left him utterly sated, his body shuddering in profound pleasure as he filled her, her cries of ecstasy blending with his own.
"I'm... I'm there!"
Jean exclaimed, her inner walls pulsing around him in orgasmic bliss.
Recovering in the afterglow, they rearranged for more, with Lisa suggesting a variation.
"Let's try something even more intimate," she said, lying back and pulling Jean close, though keeping the focus on Ken. He took them in turns, first entering Lisa in a spooning position, her back against his chest, allowing him to whisper in her ear while thrusting steadily.
"You feel so right," he told her, one hand exploring her curves as she moaned in response.
Then, shifting to Jean in a reverse cowgirl stance, her back to him as she lowered herself onto his length, grinding with abandon.
"Ride me just like that," Ken encouraged, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as pleasure rebuilt.
Lisa lay beneath on her back, legs spread, while Jean positioned herself atop her on all fours, facing Ken, both women presenting themselves invitingly, their bodies aligned for his access.
He alternated between them, thrusting into one then the other, the shared intimacy heightening the ecstasy—their warmth, their synchronized moans fueling his satisfaction.
"This is paradise... both of you, so perfect," Ken groaned, his pace building as he switched seamlessly, feeling the unique embrace of each.
Orgasms cascaded: first Jean's, her body arching in release with a fervent cry of "Ken! Yes!"; then Lisa's, clenching around him tightly as she gasped, "More... don't stop!"; and finally his own explosive peak, filling them both in turn with deep, satisfying pulses, leaving him breathless and profoundly content in the afterglow, his body spent yet fulfilled as they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and shared whispers of affection.
In the latter half of the night, rain fell outside Dawn Winery, pattering on the nursery and gardens, masking many other sounds.