The corridor narrowed into a single smooth path—lit only by the dim pulse of magic veins on the walls and floor. A quiet tension filled the air, the kind that made every footstep echo louder than it should have. The faint, almost silent hum of arcane energy surrounded us as we approached the fourth chamber.
And then we saw it.
A monolithic obsidian mirror, thirty feet tall, stood at the center of the room. It had no frame, no pedestal—just polished darkness so pure, it reflected nothing.
No, not nothing.
As I stepped closer, the surface shimmered, and my own reflection appeared... then began to ripple.
"Don't touch it," Saphielle warned, raising her hand. "This mirror is cursed. It shows suppressed desire—emotional or physical. It doesn't lie."
Before anyone could react, the mirror pulsed once, glowing red—then bright gold. The room's air shifted.
Above each of the girls, a glowing projection appeared.
"W-What's happening?" Leviathan squeaked, hugging her arms tightly as light formed above her.
The images began to move.
Behemoth's projection showed her sitting on a bed, cradling a smaller version of me in her arms. Her expression was soft, almost heartbreakingly gentle, as she whispered, "You don't have to be afraid. I'll protect you. Even if it means I'll never be touched by you the way I want… I'll wait."
Her fingers gently ran through my hair in the vision as she rested her cheek on mine, eyes closed in longing.
Behemoth's real self turned slightly pink but didn't look away.
Leviathan's projection appeared next. She sat in a sunlit study, legs crossed with a book in hand. I lay on her lap, head resting against her plush thighs as she read aloud. Her other hand—slowly, shyly—slid under my tunic, fingers tracing my bare chest with trembling hesitation.
"I want to learn your body like I learned spells," she murmured in the vision. "Slowly… carefully… until I know every part of you."
Leviathan turned beet red and immediately covered her face. "I-It's not what it looks like!"
"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like," Ziz cackled—right as her own projection appeared.
It was a throne room. Opulent. Vast.
She sat atop the throne, legs spread, her foot resting on a discarded crown.
And I was beneath her.
She rode me, moaning in raw ecstasy, her eyes wild with lust and triumph.
"My king… my toy… my property," she purred in the image.
Ziz let out a proud laugh. "Finally, some honesty."
"Disgraceful," Behemoth muttered under her breath, but she was looking away—red to her ears.
Bahamut's projection flickered into existence. It showed a stone circle carved into a forest glade, lit by moonlight and glowing runes.
I stood at the center, shirtless, breathless, as she chanted in ancient tongue. Her body wrapped around mine, slow and deliberate, a golden ritual circle sealing us together with every motion.
"Our spirits, our bodies, our fates," she intoned. "Let me become your eternal consort."
Bahamut folded her arms in real life and nodded. "Practical, meaningful, and spiritually sound."
"Lewd," Leviathan whispered.
"I call it complete."
Then came Chimera's.
Her projection showed a cottage in the woods. I sat on the floor, looking confused. She grinned at me, flipped onto my lap, and crushed me into her thick, mint-colored thighs like a toy.
"You're my husband now," she declared cheerfully in the vision. "You never get to leave my thighs. Ever. Forever and ever~!"
Then the illusion showed a stamp on my forehead that read "Property of Chimera."
Chimera gave a playful wave. "I stand by it."
And then… there was Saphielle.
Her projection began to glow.
But it never fully formed.
A shimmer of red… then black… then nothing. She turned to the mirror and made a subtle hand gesture, her smirk cold and unreadable.
"Oh?" Bahamut said, raising a brow. "You're hiding it?"
"It's private," Saphielle replied, her eyes fixed on me. "But don't worry. It's… intense."
"Figures," Ziz muttered. "Bet it's something twisted."
"Or sweet," Leviathan whispered, her voice almost hopeful.
A new glow appeared at the top of the mirror.
Text—golden, ancient—burned into the air:
"To proceed, the Master must kiss one. Genuine affection only."
The door behind the mirror remained sealed.
"Well?" Ziz asked, stepping forward, licking her lips. "Better choose fast."
"I—uh—maybe—"
"No pressure," Bahamut said, sidling close, tilting her head. "But remember which one of us already bound herself to you in sacred vision."
"Don't influence him!" Behemoth snapped, pushing forward. "Let him choose for himself!"
Leviathan clung to my sleeve, her eyes wide. "If… if it's me… I'll try not to faint…"
"I'm always ready!" Chimera squealed, jumping into my arms. "Pick me! Pick me!"
"Or," Ziz purred, grabbing my face, "I could just take my reward."
Suddenly, I was on the floor.
All five of them piled onto me at once, hugging, groping, kissing my cheeks, smothering me in cleavage and thighs and perfume and breathy demands.
"CHOOSE ME—"
"No, me!"
"Master—please—!"
"I deserve it—!"
"This is a tactical smothering!"
"Girls, please—!"
I couldn't move. My face was buried in Leviathan's breasts, Ziz's thighs wrapped around my legs, Behemoth's arms caged my shoulders, Bahamut's lips brushed my ear, and Chimera was nuzzling into my chest like a kitten. Saphielle stood back with a faint smirk, quietly scribbling notes.
"Your pulse is rising," she said calmly. "The mirror's reacting."
"I CAN'T BREATHE—!"
"Then hurry up and kiss someone!" Ziz laughed.
But with all of them pressing so close, it was impossible to even think straight.
I closed my eyes… and prayed my heart survived the next five minutes.