The bath steamed with magic-heated water, swirling with lavender oils and shimmering sparkles from whatever enchantments Saphielle had added for "aesthetic." I was soaking quietly, trying to calm my racing heart after what had just happened. I had kissed five divine spirit beasts—deeply. My lips were still tingling. My head was still spinning.
And my body?
Well, it was still reacting.
That's when I heard the door open behind me. The sound of heels clicking against stone. Then, the soft plop of something hitting the bath's edge.
I turned my head just slightly—before immediately snapping it back.
Saphielle was naked.
Not wrapped in a towel. Not modestly dressed. Not even wearing her usual hat.
Completely, utterly nude.
Her silver-lavender hair clung to her neck and shoulders, her pale blue eyes glinting with mischief. She stepped into the water as if this were the most natural thing in the world, then waded over and pressed her enormous, wet breasts directly against my back.
I nearly jumped out of the water.
"Relax, cutie," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "You summoned five of the most powerful spirit entities alive. You deserve a little reward… or maybe a bit more responsibility."
"Y-You could've warned me you were getting in—n-naked!"
She chuckled and wrapped her arms around my chest from behind, squishing her soft, dripping body against me. Her breasts enveloped my back like cushions of forbidden warmth. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before," she purred. "And besides… you're going to need to toughen up. Training each of your spirits will take intimate compatibility. Physical synchronicity. Emotional vulnerability. Magical resonance."
I was shaking. "That's just an excuse for lewd stuff, isn't it?"
"Maybe," she whispered into my ear. "But it's the correct excuse."
Then, without another word, she slid away from me and leaned against the bath's edge, her body shimmering with steam. "You can pick the order. You'll need to train them all individually. Start with whichever one you're most drawn to. But be warned…" She smirked. "They're already thinking the same thing."
Later that evening, I opened the door to my room and found all five of them sprawled out in various seductive poses.
Behemoth sat on a high-backed chair, legs crossed, her white and gold gown partially unzipped to expose her creamy thighs. Leviathan sat nervously on the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest, her cheeks redder than ever. Ziz was lying across the mattress in her barely-there outfit, one leg bent up while she casually licked a lollipop. Bahamut stood at the window, gazing out at the moon with her divine staff resting against her shoulder, but the sly turn of her lips showed she knew exactly what she was doing. Chimera had wrapped herself in a blanket and was rolling on the floor giggling.
I barely stepped through the threshold before Ziz and Bahamut moved.
Ziz slammed one hand next to my head, pinning me to the wall. Her body pressed against mine, her breath hot, her smirk devilish.
"Mmm… you gonna pick someone to train with, Master?" she whispered, her eyes glittering. "How about we teach you a few things first?"
Bahamut joined her on my other side, gently brushing her fingers down my chest. "You've got so much potential… but your body needs proper discipline. Let us educate you."
"Enough," Behemoth said firmly, rising from her seat. Her golden eyes narrowed. "Get off of him."
Ziz pouted. "So bossy…"
Bahamut sighed. "I wasn't even going to touch anything—yet."
They pulled back, albeit reluctantly. I gasped, catching my breath as Behemoth walked up to me and offered her gloved hand.
"If you're ready to take this seriously," she said, voice calm but clear, "then train with me. I won't tolerate indecency or sloppiness."
I nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah. I'll start with you."
Her hand tightened around mine.
"Then let's begin."
To be continued…
The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Skyrend Mountains, slicing across the cliffs with bitter cold and raw force. I clutched my robe tighter, teeth chattering slightly as I stood beside Behemoth on a rocky ledge. Snow whipped around us in spirals, but she stood tall and unbothered—like the storm was nothing more than a breeze.
"This is where we'll train," she said, her golden eyes fixed on the horizon. "A place where strength is earned, not borrowed."
The light caught on her white and gold gown, the high slit fluttering with each gust. Her gem-encrusted gloves shimmered like stars on snow, her long silver-white hair billowing behind her like a divine banner. Even here, in the harshest wilds, she looked untouched—regal, radiant, terrifying.
I gulped.
Behemoth stepped forward and, without warning, drove her fist straight into the mountain wall.
The entire cliffside shook. Rocks exploded outward. A crater the size of a house formed instantly beneath her knuckles, and jagged boulders tumbled down into the valley below.
I staggered back. "H-Holy hell…"
She turned to me calmly. "This is the raw physical force of my divine vessel. You summoned me. Now prove you're worthy of what I can give."
I nodded, stepping forward and focusing like my master taught me.
To channel the power of a spirit beast, one must align their heart with the essence of the being. For Behemoth, it was about stillness, groundedness, and immovable will. My magic flared at my fingertips, the lines of the spirit crest on my tongue glowing faintly as I activated the link between us.
Then it hit me.
Her strength.
It poured into my limbs like molten iron, filling every muscle, every tendon, every breath with divine density. My body felt heavier but more stable—like I was rooted to the earth itself.
I raised my fist.
And I struck.
BOOM!
The cliffside burst. Cracks spiderwebbed from the point of impact, and a massive section of stone broke free, tumbling into the abyss. The shockwave sent snow flying and birds fleeing for miles.
Panting, I lowered my hand and turned to Behemoth.
She was smiling.
Not a smirk. Not her usual cool expression.
A warm, proud smile.
"You did well," she said, walking toward me. Her glove-covered hand gently patted my head, her voice calm. "Your control is still rough, but you're syncing faster than I expected. Good boy."
My face flushed.
She looked down at me, her golden eyes steady. "Tell me, Master… do you like boobs?"
I blinked. "W-What?"
"Boobs." Her expression didn't change. "Do you like them?"
My face turned completely red. "I-I mean… yes… kind of…"
"Kind of?" Her lips curved slightly. "You kissed five girls with very nice bodies yesterday, and now you're training with me, who also has… assets. I need a real answer."
I rubbed the back of my neck. "Y-Yeah. I like boobs…"
She nodded with a satisfied hum. "If you continue to train diligently with me—if you master my essence, my strength—I'll reward you."
"W-Reward?"
"I'll smother your face with my breasts every night."
My brain short-circuited. "W-W-Wha?!"
"You've been staring at them." She stepped closer. "Since we got here."
I squeaked.
She leaned down slightly, her cleavage at eye level, her voice low. "Don't be so shy. You like Master Saphielle's body too, don't you?"
I froze.
"I've seen how you look at her. Your eyes follow her hips. You lose focus when she teases you. And the way you reacted when I offered myself? Exactly the same." She smiled gently, but there was something terrifying behind her calm. "You want all of us, don't you?"
I felt like a mouse caught under a god's gaze.
She stepped even closer, her breath warm against my forehead. "Don't be afraid of that. Spirits respond to desire. It fuels the bond. Accept it. Embrace it."
I swallowed hard.
She straightened up again, regal as ever. "Tomorrow, we'll go deeper into the range. If you can lift that plateau, I'll give you something even better."
I didn't even dare ask what "better" meant.
And yet… my heart beat faster.
Behemoth… wasn't just strong. She was terrifyingly insightful. Beautiful. Gentle, in her own cold way. And for some reason, she believed in me.
I looked up at her and nodded.
"I'll do my best."
She smiled again. "Good boy."