The day began peacefully for once. No collapsing ruins, no magical trials, no girls wrestling over who got to feed me breakfast. Just the gentle rustle of the trees outside and the calm silence of my room—at least until Saphielle knocked, then let herself in without waiting.
"Good morning, Master," she purred with a teasing smile, standing at the doorway in her usual revealing black and white mage's dress, star pendant glowing faintly at her chest. Her pale blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and the white and navy wizard hat tilted slightly as she sauntered in. "I've developed a new spell I think you'll appreciate."
I blinked, still half-dressed in my loose shirt and boxers. "This isn't another exploding shampoo experiment, is it?"
"That was one time," she replied, waving a hand. "This is a utility spell. It's called Quickdresso. Say goodbye to clunky buckles and long dressing routines. With one cast, it'll dress you instantly—perfect for emergencies."
"Sounds useful," I said, raising an eyebrow. "What's the catch?"
She grinned, and that should've been my first warning. "None… unless your mind wanders during casting. Then… well, things might unravel. Literally."
Before I could ask for clarification, she raised her staff and began the incantation. A swirl of glowing symbols danced around me—sparkling threads of mana that shimmered like spider silk in the morning light.
I felt a tug at my waistband.
"Uh… wait—Saphielle—"
POP.
My clothes vanished.
Not shifted. Not replaced. Gone.
My shirt, my underwear, everything—teleported away into the void of magical error.
I stood in the center of the room, stark naked, arms flying to cover myself in sheer panic. "Saphielle!"
She blinked once, then let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth. "Oh no," she said with the fakest concern I'd ever heard. "It seems your concentration slipped. What a shame."
"Fix it! Quickly!"
"Hmm," she hummed, tapping her staff against her chin. "I suppose I could. But this seems like a valuable opportunity for… observation."
Just as I shouted for her to stop playing around, the door burst open.
In came Ziz, Bahamut, Chimera, Behemoth, and Leviathan—each of them loud, curious, and completely unprepared for the full view they were about to receive.
Five pairs of eyes froze on me.
"Master?!" Leviathan squeaked, her cheeks going bright crimson as she dropped the book she was carrying and tried to cover her eyes with both hands.
Ziz's mouth curved into a wicked grin. "Oho? What's this? A private viewing?"
"Get out!" I shouted, diving behind the bed.
But Ziz had already strutted in, holding a fresh pair of briefs. "Relax, Master. Let me help you dress~" she cooed, voice dripping with fake innocence.
Before I could protest, she crouched down beside the bed, holding up the underwear. "Legs up."
"I can do it myself!"
"No no," she said with a grin. "I insist."
I reluctantly lifted my legs and Ziz began sliding the fabric up my thighs… very slowly. Her fingers brushed against my skin on purpose, eyes locked on my expression the entire time.
"You're not even pretending to be helpful," I muttered, face burning.
"I'm being thorough," she replied with a wink.
Just then, Bahamut stepped forward, her long celestial robes trailing behind her, staff lazily resting against her shoulder. "If we're discussing thoroughness," she said coolly, "perhaps I should inspect him myself."
"Inspect what?!" I yelped.
She cast a shimmering illusion spell. A glowing replica of me appeared in the air—completely nude, highly detailed.
"Magical strain analysis," she said calmly, poking the illusion's chest. "I'm checking how his body is adapting under mana stress."
"That's a lie and you know it!" I shouted from behind the bed.
Behemoth crossed her arms and sighed. "This is a disaster."
Leviathan was still frozen in place, her face covered, fingers trembling. "W-Why is everyone so… so calm about this?!"
Chimera, meanwhile, was rolling on the floor laughing.
Saphielle, seated primly on the edge of the bed, simply smirked and crossed one leg over the other. "You could always beg me," she said sweetly.
I peeked up at her. "What?"
"Beg. Ask me politely to stop them. I'll cast the reversal spell."
I groaned, slapping a hand over my eyes. "Saphielle…"
She shrugged. "Or don't. This is fun."
Ziz finally pulled the briefs up, snapping the waistband playfully. "There," she said with a flourish. "Though, I kind of miss the view."
"Can I please get my pants now?" I begged.
Behemoth tossed a pair at my head. "Put these on before they do anything else."
I yanked them on faster than I ever had in my life. As I did, Bahamut tapped her chin. "I should catalogue this incident. The stress response data is priceless."
"No you will not!" I shouted.
Leviathan finally peeked through her fingers, then let out a soft sigh of relief now that I was at least half-dressed. "T-Thank goodness…"
Saphielle rose to her feet and tapped her staff on the floor. "Reversal spell: complete."
With a soft shimmer, the rest of my outfit re-materialized around me—shirt, socks, shoes, belt and all. I slumped down onto the bed in relief.
"I'm never letting you test spells on me again," I muttered.
Saphielle chuckled. "But Master, I did dress you quickly in the end."
"You made me beg and suffer through Ziz's slow-motion underwear torture."
Ziz held up a pair of socks. "You need help with these too?"
"NO."
The girls burst out laughing—except Behemoth, who just sighed and shook her head.
"I think I preferred the basilisk dungeon," I muttered under my breath, face still bright red.