The cliffs of the upper mountain range shimmered under the sun as Bahamut led me along a narrow, enchanted trail. She floated slightly above the stone, her staff lazily resting across her back, her long pink braid drifting behind her like a silken banner. She looked every bit the divine celestial spirit—elegant, alluring, and completely unreadable behind those closed eyes and ever-present smirk.
"So… support magic?" I asked hesitantly as we reached a flat clearing surrounded by glowing crystal spires.
"Mmhmm," she hummed, twirling her staff once before pointing it at a tree that had been split by lightning. A warm golden light surged out, and before my eyes, the tree trunk knitted itself back together—bark, sap, and all.
I blinked. "That's regeneration."
"That's organ-level regeneration," she corrected, opening one eye. "I could regrow your spleen if you lost it. Or your… other parts, if you were careless." Her lips curved playfully.
I flushed. "Y-You mean I—?"
"Don't worry, I'd treat you very carefully." She winked, then turned to the training grounds. "But healing isn't my only domain. I also handle blessings… and curses."
She whispered a word, and a crackling aura shot from her staff into the rocks. A moment later, the entire area shimmered with buffs—my skin felt tougher, my vision sharper, my mana lighter.
"Whoa…" I looked at my hands. "I feel incredible."
Bahamut spun her staff again. "You're bathed in divine wind, flame, and light all at once. But I could just as easily drain your strength, silence your voice, or curse you with overwhelming lust." She leaned close, whispering that last word with breathy playfulness that made my knees wobble.
After an hour of practicing with her enchantments, learning how to channel temporary blessings and resist lingering hexes, I finally collapsed to the grass with a sigh.
"That was exhausting…"
Bahamut sat beside me, her long, slender legs tucked to one side as she rested her staff in the grass. Her head tilted just slightly.
"You've handled each of us so far with surprising… restraint," she murmured. "But tell me honestly, little summoner—what do you really think of all of us? Living with five powerful spirit beasts—and Saphielle, no less—can't be easy."
I hesitated. My fingers fidgeted in my lap.
"It's… a bit embarrassing," I admitted, voice soft. "I'm always flustered. Always being teased or smothered. But… I like it. I like having them around. I never really had friends before. Not like this. It feels… warm."
Bahamut's lips softened into something that resembled a real smile. "A good answer."
She reached out and gently took my hands in hers. My fingers looked tiny wrapped in her gloved palms—delicate, even.
"You've made us feel wanted," she said quietly. "That's rare. Spirits aren't used to being chosen. Only used."
Then she leaned in.
Without hesitation, her lips pressed to mine. Soft. Confident. Her kiss was slow, deliberate, and deep, with a sensual warmth that melted through my chest. Her tongue flicked gently, teasing at mine—not forceful like Ziz, nor timid like Leviathan, but smooth, divine.
And then—
Smush.
She pulled me into her chest, enveloping my face in her soft, star-touched cleavage. My muffled squeak was lost in the plush warmth of her heavenly body.
"Mmm. That's your reward," she whispered, rubbing my back gently as I squirmed. "You've made progress."
When I finally managed to wriggle free, panting and red-faced, she giggled behind her hand.
"Flustered again," she said teasingly. "You're adorable."
I sat up, brushing grass off my shirt. "T-Thanks for the training…"
She stood and brushed her long braid behind her shoulder. "Now, come on. Let's head back. I'll cook today."
"You cook?"
"Divine dishes," she said proudly. "Even Chimera can't match my spice work."
We began our walk down the mountain, the sky golden with the setting sun.
"Also," she added slyly, "be careful. The girls are only going to get more aggressive the longer you stay indecisive."
I gulped.
She looked at me over her shoulder. "Maybe just marry all of us."
My feet tripped over a rock.
"M-Marry?!"
She laughed, her voice like music.
"You're the master now. You can. And we'd all say yes, you know."
The walk back from the mountains with Bahamut was calm at first. The sun dipped below the peaks, casting golden light across the trail. She floated beside me with her usual celestial poise, staff in hand, braid bouncing with each step, humming softly like we hadn't just spent hours unleashing blessings and hexes capable of warping space.
But then—
From the thickets up ahead, figures emerged. Six of them. Men in patchwork armor with crudely drawn blades and cocky sneers.
"Well, well," one said. "Look what we've got here. A cute little shota and his… goddess?"
Bahamut didn't even flinch.
I stepped in front of her.
"You picked the wrong mage to mess with," I said, heart pounding but confidence swelling. "Last warning. Leave now."
They laughed.
So I raised my hand.
Wind magic exploded from my palm in a perfect spiral, enhanced by Ziz's training. A burst of slicing pressure knocked two of them off their feet. Then I channeled Bahamut's blessing magic through my crest—my body glowing faintly as a divine aura pulsed outward, freezing the rest of them in place like they'd been hit by holy lightning.
Within moments, they scattered—screaming and fleeing into the woods.
I stood, panting slightly, but victorious.
Bahamut floated forward, placing her soft, gloved hand gently atop my head.
"You've improved," she said warmly. "A lot."
I flushed. "T-Thanks…"
When we got home, the sun had fully set. The other girls were lounging in the parlor—Chimera was upside-down on the couch, Leviathan was reading with a pillow over her lap, and Behemoth was sipping tea like nothing ever happened.
I excused myself and headed to my room, pulling off my outer robe and slipping into my nightgown—soft linen, a little loose, and very, very comfortable.
That comfort lasted all of five seconds.
Because I turned around…
And found Bahamut and Saphielle standing in the doorway.
Both of them fully nude.
My mouth opened—no words came out.
Saphielle smirked. "No more teasing tonight, cutie."
Bahamut's eyes gleamed. "Tonight, you won't be getting any rest."
I backed up, hitting the edge of my bed. "W-Wait, let's talk about this—"
They stepped closer, every soft curve illuminated by the glow of the room's enchanted lanterns.
"Time to reward our precious little summoner," Saphielle purred.
"Or drain him dry," Bahamut added.
I was doomed.
When I woke up, it was well past sunrise.
Every muscle in my body ached.
And my pelvis—
I winced.
I was still alive. Barely.
I turned my head and saw them on either side of me—Saphielle, hair messy, smirking in her sleep… and Bahamut, softly breathing, her naked chest pressed snug against my arm.
They were both still cuddling me.
The blanket barely covered any of us.
I was too exhausted to move.
But then—
The door burst open.
Behemoth entered first, her golden eyes locked on the bed. Then Leviathan, tail twitching violently, face beet red. Ziz was right behind them, already cracking her knuckles. Chimera bounded in last, her mint hair bouncing, eyes wide and shining with a feral glint.
"...He did it," Ziz muttered. "They did it."
Leviathan squeaked. "I-I thought we were going to wait…!"
Behemoth crossed her arms. "You should have respected his pace."
Bahamut stirred and opened one eye lazily. "He didn't complain~"
Saphielle yawned. "In fact, he begged…"
My soul left my body again.
Chimera hopped onto the bed, crawling over my chest. "Not fair! You gotta make it even, Master!"
"Exactly," Ziz said, climbing onto the other side. "You're going to have to make love to all of us now."
"I—Wha—Hold on—!"
Leviathan was already blushing so hard she looked feverish. "I-I want cuddles first… b-but I want them too…"
Behemoth knelt by the bed, golden eyes steady. "Prepare yourself, Master. This is your new reality."
This wasn't a dream.
It was pleasure hell.