The next morning broke with soft golden sunlight slipping through the half-closed blinds of Nurse Joy's room.
Ash sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless and barefoot, hair still messy from sleep.
In his open palm rested three small pink Slave Balls.
Each one had a tiny, elegant golden "S" on top.
He took a slow, steady breath, and pressed the release buttons one by one on two of them.
Soft white light flashed three times, bright but gentle.
Nurse Joy appeared first. The light faded and left her standing completely naked.
Her pale skin looked even softer in the morning sun, full breasts rising and falling with quick, nervous breaths, pink nipples already slightly hard from the cool air.
Her hands instinctively moved to cover herself, one arm across her chest, the other in front of the small patch of pink curls between her legs, but it was useless; she was fully exposed.
Her cheeks burned bright red, lower lip trembling.
Officer Jenny materialized right beside her, also completely naked. Her toned strong legs are trembling a little. Her larger breasts stood firm, nipples dark and stiff.
She folded her arms tight across her chest, trying to hide, but it only pushed her breasts together more. Her police cap was gone, her short blue hair messy and her sharp green eyes looked at him.
Ash looked at the two naked, beautiful women standing in front of him, their skin faintly flushed.
He reached into his system space and pulled out three neatly folded sets of clothes.
Nurse Joy's usual uniform had been easy to find in her room, but Officer Jenny's police outfit had taken extra work to get the stains and wrinkles out. Mom had worked hard, even ironed them carefully so they looked perfect again.
"Here," he said softly, voice warm. "Put these on."
Both women's faces turned bright red the second Ash held out the clothes.
Nurse Joy quickly grabbed her pink uniform and hugged it to her chest, trying to cover herself.
Officer Jenny took her police outfit just as fast, holding it tight against her body like a shield.
Even though Ash had already seen and touched everything, standing naked in the while he watched made them feel shy all over again.
They didn't say a word.
They just turned and hurried to the bathroom together, walking fast, almost running.
A minute later they stepped back out side by side.
Nurse Joy kept smoothing her dress with nervous hands, still blushing bright pink.
The soft fabric felt strange against her bare skin as there was no bra, no panties, nothing underneath. Every little move made her hyper-aware of how naked she really was.
Officer Jenny stood straight and stiff, arms crossed tight over her chest, cap pulled a little lower than usual.
Without her bra her breasts shifted freely under the tight police shirt, nipples brushing the fabric with every breath.
The missing panties made the rough seam of her pants rub right against her most sensitive spots. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the feeling.
Neither could look Ash in the eye for more than a second.
The embarrassment hadn't gone away at all; if anything, it was worse now that they were dressed but still secretly naked underneath.
Ash had no plan to give their bras or panties back.
Those little pieces of fabric were his trophies now, carefully sealed away in the Trophy Book, a special 100-point item he'd bought from the system shop.
It looked like a slim, leather book with a deep red cover and no visible end to its pages. Every time Ash added something new, a fresh page simply formed on its own.
Each page was a perfectly preserved snapshot: Bras and panties pressed flat, still holding the faint warmth and unique scent of the woman who last wore them.
A small glowing name tag floated above every pair (Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, Jessie, Misty, Delia, Daisy Oak).
He could flip through the pages any time, run his fingers over the soft fabric, breathe in the lingering smell or add little notes whenever he wanted.
He could even rearrange them, put two items on one page or edit the display however he liked though the book only accepted underwear (panties or bras, one person per set).
There was a cheaper 50-point version that could store either panties or bras but not both, but Ash had gone for the full 100-point Trophy Book because he wanted the complete set.
His plan was simple: Someday, when he finally settles down in some quiet, private place of his own, he will have them framed, beautiful glass cases lining the wall like a private gallery.
A perfect record of every woman who had ever become his slave, whether they stayed by his side or not.
For now, he just smiled, his collection was only getting started.
Officer Jenny spoke first, her voice low, shy, and filled with quiet bitterness.
She kept her arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes fixed on him.
"So… what now?"
"What do you want from us?"
"Are you just going to order me to forget everything that happened?"
"Or make me call you 'Master' every day while I pretend none of this ever happened?"
Her fingers clenched the fabric of her uniform.
"I know I can't arrest you. I can't even try.
If I pulled out my handcuffs right now, you'd just tell me to put them away… and I would."
"Last night you made sure of that."
Her voice cracked a little, remembering the long list of quiet commands he had whispered before sending her back to police station:
"You will never attack me."
"You will never tell anyone what I've done to you or the others."
"You will take a one-day break, act completely normal, and come back to me the moment your break is approved."
Several simple, unbreakable orders that sat heavy in her mind like chains she couldn't see.
She looked up at me, eyes wet.
"So tell me… what am I supposed to do now?"
Nurse Joy's trembling hand drifted to her still-flat stomach, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric as if she could already feel something there.
Tears welled up fast,spilling over before she could stop them.
"Why…?"
Her voice cracked, small and broken, barely above a whisper.
"Why did you make us pregnant…?"
"From everything you said last night, just having sex was enough to turn us into your slaves and give you the abilities you wanted."
"You didn't need to do this… so why…?"
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as her hand pressed harder against her stomach.
Ash stood up slowly.
Without a word he stepped in front of them, bent forward and bowed a deep 90 degrees, hands straight at his sides, head lowered in genuine apology.
"I'm sorry," he said, voice low and shaking with real regret. "I really am."