It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where the sun spilled golden warmth through the estate's wide windows and the scent of fresh tea drifted through the halls. I was lying on the living room floor, catching my breath after morning training. Most of the girls were lounging around, bored—or worse, getting ideas.
And as always, Ziz was the first to strike.
"Hey," she said suddenly, stretching with an audible yawn. "Let's play a game."
I flinched. "Last time you said that, I almost drowned in whipped cream."
Ziz ignored me. She stood and cracked her neck. "New game. Simple rules. Each of us gets one turn to smother Master with our thighs. Longest time wins. You don't tap out, we keep going."
My brain froze. "W-What?!"
"Thigh smother challenge," she declared. "I'm calling it the Master's Muffling Match!"
"I absolutely—"
"I'm going first!" she shouted, and the others immediately perked up.
"No fair!" Chimera bounced to her feet. "Why do you get to start?"
Ziz grinned. "We'll go by bravery. Obviously, I'm the bravest."
"I-I want to go," Leviathan whispered, blushing furiously. "I-I mean, just to… try."
Behemoth raised an eyebrow. "You're all going to break him."
"He'll live," Bahamut said nonchalantly, sipping tea. "Or not. Either way, he'll die happy."
"Girls," Saphielle said with an amused sigh, stepping in, "at least let him lie down properly."
I was gently (and helplessly) guided to the middle of the floor, laid out on a plush carpet like a human sacrifice.
"Don't I get a say in—"
"Nope," Ziz said.
Leviathan knelt beside me first. She trembled like a leaf as she crawled up, straddling my chest, her twin-tailed aqua-blue hair brushing against my arms. Her thick, smooth thighs slowly pressed against my cheeks as she leaned forward, nervously placing her butt against my chest.
"A-Are you okay?" she whispered. "I-I'm not too heavy, am I?"
I shook my head—or tried to. Her thighs squished against both sides of my face, soft and warm and trembling.
"I'm sorry!" she squeaked. "This is too embarrassing!"
She immediately leapt off, her face as red as fire, hands covering her cheeks.
"Disqualified," Ziz smirked. "But very cute."
"I'll go next!" Chimera chirped, hopping into place. She didn't hesitate for a second, immediately sitting down on my chest with a giggle and bouncing lightly. Her thick mint-green braid draped over her shoulder as she grinned down at me.
"Your chest is super comfy, Master! Let's play bounce-a-lot!"
I tried to speak, but her thighs pressed into my ribs as she squeezed her knees around my face. She rocked back and forth, giggling as I let out muffled groans. Her thighs were deceptively firm beneath her soft skin, and she moved with chaotic energy.
After a minute of boisterous bouncing, she lost balance and tumbled off me, laughing the whole way.
"Too hyper," Bahamut said dryly. "Next."
Behemoth approached with slow, deliberate steps. Her expression was calm, unreadable, golden eyes fixed on mine as she knelt beside me.
"You're going to behave," she said flatly. "Understood?"
I nodded quickly.
She straddled my shoulders and lowered herself until her powerful, toned thighs gently locked around my face. There was nothing hesitant about her. Her legs squeezed just tight enough to hold me still—just tight enough to make my breath quicken.
"Comfortable?" she asked.
I nodded again, unable to breathe properly, but also unwilling to complain. Her thighs were smooth, dense with strength, and radiated a quiet warmth that made my brain go numb.
She held me there for what felt like ages, then loosened her grip and stood up without a word.
"I think that's our new leader," Bahamut commented.
"Not yet," came Saphielle's voice. "I haven't had my turn."
The room went silent.
Saphielle knelt beside me, her silver-lavender hair tumbling down her shoulders, her signature star-pendant swaying. She gave me a wicked smirk.
"Ready, cutie?" she asked, voice like silk. "Prepare for suffocation with pleasure."
My eyes widened. "S-Saphielle, wait—!"
But it was already too late.
She leaned down and pinned my arms above my head with one hand, straddling my face like it was her throne. Her thighs pressed down—soft, pillowy, but with surprising control. My vision filled with her stockings, her scent, her overwhelming presence.
She giggled darkly. "Now now, just relax. It's my turn to make you feel loved."
The pressure built. Her thighs squeezed tighter. My nose pressed between the curve of her legs. My breath came short and ragged—and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.
And then—
My vision spun.
My head tilted back.
My nose bled.
Everything went black.
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When I came to, I was lying on the couch with an ice pack on my forehead. Bahamut was kneeling beside me, amused, while Chimera fed me grapes.
"You passed out," Ziz said from across the room, arms crossed. "Saphielle cheated."
"She didn't cheat," Leviathan muttered. "She just… won…"
Behemoth looked down at me with a small smirk. "So. Do you have a winner?"
I groaned. "I… I can't feel my face…"
"Well then," Saphielle said, appearing beside me with a satisfied expression, "let's call it a draw."
She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead.
"Next time, we'll try round two. But no passing out this time, okay?"
I whimpered softly.
I was doomed.