I'd hoped for a moment of peace.
Just one peaceful bath. One quiet soak in the marble tub surrounded by glowing enchantment stones and enchanted steam crystals. The water was warm, the air smelled like lavender, and for a few blessed seconds, I thought I was alone.
Then the door creaked open.
And five distinct sets of footsteps echoed against the tiled floor.
"No—no no no—" I turned toward the sound just in time to see Saphielle strut into the room, completely nude, her generous breasts bouncing with each graceful step, water glistening along her pale skin as she stepped into the tub. "Cutie, you're looking a little tense. Let your Master help ease that."
Then came Ziz, slipping in right behind her with a predatory grin, her halter top already gone—actually, no, she never wore one in the first place. "What's this? Bathing without us? That's a crime, Master."
Behemoth, Leviathan, and Chimera followed, all in various states of undress—and by various, I mean completely. Each one slid into the massive tub with a splash, surrounding me with every shape, curve, and shade of softness imaginable.
This was no longer a bath.
This was war.
I backed up against the edge, trying desperately to keep eye contact with the ceiling. "L-Ladies, c-can't we just relax—?"
Ziz grinned. "Oh, we are relaxing." She suddenly swam behind me, then wrapped her thighs around my waist underwater, dragging me into her lap. "But you should be participating." She reached down, grabbed my hands, and placed them on her soft, plump backside.
"Mmm~ Now squeeze, Master."
I choked on steam.
Then Saphielle leaned forward, her silver-lavender hair clinging to her wet skin as she pressed her massive breasts against my face, bouncing them up and down with devilish rhythm.
"Focus on me, cutie," she purred. "You've been favoring the others lately. Your Master needs attention too…"
I gave up resisting.
There was no winning here. I couldn't stop staring, touching, feeling. The soft pressure of bodies everywhere, the heat of skin, the giggles echoing in the steamy chamber—it was all too much. My brain was melting.
But then—
Chimera, from her seat at the opposite side of the tub, perked up with a sudden thought.
"Hey, hey! What if we became adventurers?"
The entire tub went quiet.
I blinked. "W-What?"
"I mean it!" she said, splashing her feet. "We've got a party already—super strong girls, one adorable Master, and more magical firepower than an army. We could take on quests and help people!"
Leviathan peeked up from the water, her cheeks flushed but interested. "T-That… sounds kind of fun…"
Behemoth nodded. "It would let us move freely. And Master could experience the world, not just this tower."
Bahamut, lounging with her arms stretched across the edge of the tub, smirked. "I wouldn't mind a bit of travel again. And watching people try to underestimate us? Amusing."
Ziz giggled. "You'd look good in adventurer gear, Master. Maybe a collar too~"
Saphielle gave me a look. "If that's what you want… then I'll make it happen."
The next day, she did exactly that.
With a swirl of her fingers and a few forbidden incantations, Saphielle cast concealment spells over each of the girls. Behemoth's divine radiance was muted to a noble knight's glow. Leviathan's horns and tail vanished with illusion, leaving her looking like a shy noble's daughter. Ziz's outfit got magically adjusted—barely—into something acceptable. Bahamut's mark and divine presence were sealed under enchanted veils, and Chimera just shapeshifted her ears and tail to look like a normal elf.
When we stepped into town, no one recognized them as the five prime spirits.
We were just another adventuring party.
We called ourselves Silent Riot—a name that Chimera picked because "it sounded cool and sexy."
We were about to start our new life. Adventurers. Allies. Harem.
And I had a terrible, terrible feeling…
That my suffering was only just beginning.
Our first real mission as Silent Riot began with confidence.
The Water Temple of Yurelis was ancient, half-sunken beneath a mist-choked lake in the southern swamps. Locals whispered about cursed relics and water spirits gone feral, but Saphielle, with her usual smugness, assured us it was a low-level purification run. Easy loot. Easy enemies.
We should have known better.
The moment we stepped into the temple's grand atrium—a spiraling marble hall half-flooded with glowing blue water—the floor gave out from under us.
"No—WAIT—!"
CRASH.
By the time the magical dust cleared, I was coughing on ancient tile and brushing moss out of my hair. Beside me, Behemoth was already sitting upright, completely calm, brushing cracked stone off her white-and-gold gown. Leviathan landed not far away, soaked and startled, her twin-tails tangled around her face.
Everyone else?
Gone.
Saphielle, Bahamut, Ziz, Chimera—all separated by walls of enchanted stone. A magical field had slammed between us before anyone could react, and Behemoth warned that any major attack might collapse the entire structure on our heads.
"Regroup at the central sanctum," she said. "The boss chamber."
So that was the plan. And for a short, blessed moment… it was peaceful.
Behemoth led the way through half-sunken passages, Leviathan walked close beside me, her violet eyes flicking shyly up whenever our hands brushed. The air was cool and quiet. The temple pulsed with soft blue light, and for once, there were no boobs in my face or thighs around my waist.
Just… quiet.
Until it all fell apart in classic fashion.
We turned a corner. The mossy tile was slick. I took a step, Leviathan stepped too, and her foot caught a patch of slime.
"A-Ah—!"
She slipped—straight into me.
Thump.
I fell backward with a grunt, but that wasn't the worst part. No, that came when I realized my hand had gone somewhere very soft during the fall. I opened my eyes, blinking.
Leviathan was lying on top of me.
And my hand was firmly cupping her breast.
Soft. Warm. Slightly damp from the temple moisture.
Her eyes were wide, her face instantly cherry red. "I—I—!"
I froze. "I-I-I didn't mean to—!"
"Ah—uhm—w-well—!"
Behind us, Behemoth cleared her throat. A low chuckle escaped her lips.
"Well. That's absurdly specific," she said, arms folded. "How many times does that make now? Three? Four accidental gropings this week?"
"I-It was an accident!" I cried.
Leviathan slowly rolled off of me, still red in the face, hugging her chest. "I-I'm okay… I think…"
Behemoth smiled faintly. "Perhaps we should take a short break. You're flushed."
"N-Not because of that!" I protested.
But she was already setting down a cloth and pulling out a magical pack of snacks—dried fruit, sweet biscuits, and a canteen of enchanted water. Leviathan pulled out one of her books from her pouch, settling beside me with pink still blooming across her cheeks.
She cracked the book open, but I noticed her eyes weren't moving with the text. She was staring blankly at a page she'd already turned twice.
I looked over. "You good?"
She jumped. "Y-Yes! I mean—I'm fine! T-Totally normal!"
I watched her fidget, gripping the edge of the page tighter.
She was clearly still thinking about it.
Her face burned every time she glanced at me, and once—just once—I saw her sneak a quick peek at my hand before quickly looking away.
She wanted more.
But she was far too shy to ask.
Meanwhile, Behemoth sat with her usual serene presence, sipping water like she hadn't just watched her fellow prime spirit get accidentally fondled.
"This temple may be cursed," she mused softly, "but I daresay it's not the worst fate—being trapped in here with Master."
Leviathan looked down at her lap and mumbled, "Y-Yeah…"
I had no idea how I was supposed to survive this dungeon.
And we hadn't even reached the boss yet.