Leviathan's voice was soft and sweet as she talked, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her barely-there bikini top as we sat beside the glowing lagoon. She sat with her knees hugged to her chest, her tail coiled loosely around her legs. The magic training earlier had left us both winded, but she looked relaxed now—happy just to talk.
"I-I really like reading," she murmured. "I know it sounds boring, but books about ancient magic, stories about old love legends… I used to read alone for centuries. But now…" She looked up at me, cheeks tinged pink, "I want to read them with someone else. With you."
I blinked.
My heart did a little skip. "I'd love that," I said, smiling. "Let's pick a book together. You can show me your favorites."
Her eyes lit up, glowing like twin amethysts under the moonlight. "R-Really?! You mean it?"
Before I could answer again—WHUMP.
My face was smothered by soft, warm weight.
And a familiar, cocky voice cooed behind me.
"Well, well, Master… you've had your fun with the quiet girl," Ziz purred, arms wrapping around me from behind. "But it's my turn now."
I peeled my face from between her breasts, gasping, face flushed with embarrassment. "Z-Ziz?!"
She stood tall above me, grinning like a fox with a helpless rabbit. Her barely-there halter top clung to her curves, her long blonde hair swinging in a braid over one shoulder, golden thigh chain glinting in the light. She didn't wait for permission. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me from the lagoon's edge before Leviathan could even squeak out a protest.
"I'll borrow him~," Ziz called over her shoulder, waving.
Leviathan whimpered. "O-Okay… just bring him back…"
The sky above the cliffs had turned a deep, wild blue. Storm clouds swirled high overhead, summoned by Ziz's presence alone. Wind magic danced through the air like live wires. Sparks of lightning crackled as we trained, and she pushed me hard.
Faster.
Sharper.
Stronger.
My body was moving almost on its own, spells channeling in rapid succession, arcs of wind slicing through distant boulders. With Ziz guiding me, my affinity with air magic felt alive—each spell humming with power I didn't know I had. She was teasing me the whole time, of course, but I couldn't deny it: she was making me better.
After the fifth spell barrage, I collapsed onto the grass, panting.
Ziz casually strolled up and straddled me.
Her thighs settled on either side of my waist. Her hips rolled slightly—intentionally—as she lowered herself until her plump butt pressed right against my crotch.
My breath caught.
"Oh?" she grinned, feeling my body stiffen beneath her. "Sensitive already? Poor Master. You're so easy to tease."
"Z-Ziz—!"
"Shhh," she whispered, leaning forward, placing a finger over my lips. "Why fight it?"
She rocked her hips again, slow and deliberate, grinding down with lazy, sultry rhythm. "I saw how you looked at the others. Your lips still taste like Bahamut, and I bet your face still tingles from Levi's thighs. But deep down… I know what you really want."
My face was scarlet, heart pounding.
And worse—my body was reacting. Fast.
Her next grind made it undeniable. I hardened beneath her, and the tip of my erection twitched up between her thighs, brushing the inside of her soft skin.
Ziz paused.
Then grinned wickedly. "Oh? What's this?"
She bent lower, lips just above mine, her breath warm and sultry. "Your body's already honest. Why not let the rest of you catch up?"
And then she kissed me.
Hard.
Her mouth was demanding, aggressive, her tongue forcing mine to respond. My mind went blank. Her hips kept grinding even during the kiss, her body moving with feral heat.
When she finally pulled away, my lips were tingling, breath ragged.
Ziz smirked, eyes half-lidded. "Submit to me, Master. Let go of that fake control. Let me break you in properly."
I stared up at her, heart thundering.
And for a moment… I almost did.
The sun had barely crested the horizon when I began changing into my training clothes. The tower was unusually quiet, the scent of fresh mountain air drifting through the windows, and for once, I thought I might actually get a peaceful start to my day.
That hope shattered the moment I removed my shirt.
The door creaked open—and all three of them entered.
Behemoth. Leviathan. Ziz.
All naked.
"Wha—?!" I yelped, stumbling backward, nearly tripping over my pants. "W-What are you doing?!"
Ziz was the first to smirk, her hips swaying confidently as she stepped forward, hands behind her head, letting her long braid trail down her back. "Relax, Master. We thought we'd help you get dressed this morning."
"I-I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself!"
Leviathan tiptoed behind me, cheeks burning red, arms barely covering her ample chest. "B-But we wanted you to… maybe… help us too…"
Behemoth, ever composed, closed the door behind her. "This will speed things along. And we can monitor your magical stability while you're exposed." Her golden eyes locked on mine, her expression unreadable.
I was surrounded.
Naked bodies pressed closer—soft curves brushing against my bare skin, giggling breaths tickling my neck and ears. Ziz's hands reached for my waistband, tugging with mischievous fingers, while Leviathan bent over behind me, her plump dragon tail swaying hypnotically. Behemoth stood tall, arms folded under her ample chest, her long white hair draping over one shoulder like a waterfall of moonlight.
Then, the inevitable happened.
Ziz lunged.
With zero hesitation, she tackled me onto the bed, straddling my waist and pinning my arms down. Her golden chain accessories jingled against my chest as she leaned in, her breasts pressing firmly against me.
"You really need to stop holding back," she purred, lips inches from mine. "Why not just let one of us help you blow off some steam? I'll be gentle—maybe."
"Z-Ziz!" I struggled, face red. "G-Get off me!"
That's when a pale hand grabbed her by the braid and yanked her backward.
Behemoth stood over us, expression firm. "Do not harass him."
"Tch, spoilsport," Ziz muttered, flopping backward onto the sheets with an exaggerated sigh.
Leviathan stepped up next, clutching a robe around her curvy figure. "M-Master doesn't like being forced… he deserves kindness, not teasing…"
"Ahh, but he likes both, doesn't he?" Ziz smirked, flicking her tongue over her lip. Then she cocked her head. "Tell me, Behemoth, Levi… you ever have your own little fantasies about him?"
Silence.
Behemoth's eyes narrowed slightly.
Ziz grinned wider. "Come on. Be honest. I know you've thought about pushing him down. Riding him. Letting him lose himself in your body."
Leviathan's face went crimson.
"I-I—! T-That's not… I mean…!" she stammered, covering her face with both hands. "M-Maybe I've imagined cuddling him… just once… o-or twice… b-but nothing like that!"
Behemoth, however, didn't flinch.
She met my eyes.
"I have thought about it," she said calmly, her golden gaze steady. "I would like to have sex with you."
My soul left my body.
"But—" she continued, folding her arms again, "—only if it is your choice. I will not force it. I've thought about it. I would like to make love to Master. When the time is right, and if your heart chooses me… I'll give you everything."
Ziz let out a low whistle. "Damn. That was hot."
Leviathan peeked out from her hands. "I-I just want to hold him… and maybe fall asleep in his arms…"
Ziz grinned, crossing her arms under her chest. "Well, at least you're honest. I already know he wants me. I can feel it every time his eyes wander."
"I do not wander—!" I started, but no one was listening.
The three girls stood before me, naked, flushed, and arguing, their bodies bouncing, jiggling, swaying with every gesture and word.
Boobs everywhere. Hips swaying. Butts bouncing.
I tried so hard not to look. Failed.
I stood there stunned, shirt half-on, heart hammering in my chest, my brain barely holding together as three literal divine spirits casually confessed their… intentions. My face was steaming.
And then—SLAM.
The door burst open.
"Time's up," Bahamut announced, strolling in without knocking, staff over her shoulder. "My turn."
She paused mid-step.
Looked around.
Saw the three naked girls.
Saw me half-dressed and shaking.
Smirked.
"...Should I give you five more minutes?"
"N-NO!" I shouted.
She chuckled. "Then get dressed, my little summoner. We've got lots of work to do."
And just like that, my chaotic morning turned into something even more dangerous:
Training with Bahamut.