The First Time
"Ugh, mmm... Gasp?!"
Waking with a grimace as blinding sunlight stabbed through my eyelids, I gasped in a suffocating, sauna-like heat. My throat was parched and cracked to the point of agony, and sticky dried sweat clung to my skin in the most uncomfortably clammy way imaginable.
"What in the world... Ah..."
The moment I lifted my head to uncover the source of this discomfort, a violent surge of blood rushed south, pounding furiously in my groin. A sight laid out before me that no red-blooded man could fail to call paradise.
"Right. We slept in the same bed..."
Muriel, Rebecca, Cacciola, Latipi, and Pashtra.
Each uniquely stunning, these beauties were plastered against me in the buff. The pleasant heaviness pinning down my limbs, the morning view, and the sea of soft, yielding warmth enveloping me felt like the very definition of bliss brought to life.
"......"
Fortunately, I didn't seem to have had a wet dream. Didn't look like I'd been assaulted in my sleep either. Then again, my women weren't the type to pull something like that.
"Phew..."
After admiring them for a moment, I reached out and gently stroked Pashtra's face, who was out like a light right up against my cheek.
"Mmh... Eheheh..."
Seeing her giggle like a total dork in her sleep made me chuckle, but then my gaze drifted down to the colossal pair of breasts squished flat against my chest.
"...Ahem."
I firmly believe no guy could fault this train of thought. A pretty face is great, sure, but a man's instincts ultimately flow in this direction anyway.
Squeeze, knead.
Reaching out casually, I began to knead the flesh spilling past her ribs. My palm was instantly flooded with an impossibly plush, squishy, yet remarkably resilient softness—a paradoxical indulgence beyond measure.
"Hngh... Now this is true happiness."
Unable to hold back a goofy grin, my hands went to work, groping, tickling, and gently flicking at her pink nipple. Right before my eyes, it perked up, swelling into a firm, rigid little nub.
"Whoa..."
Relative to the vast scale of her bust it seemed small, but compared to any other woman's, it was practically the size of a giant grape. The sheer, lewd vulgarity of it left me utterly speechless.
"Ah, mh...?"
Evidently feeling the stimulation through her dreams, Pashtra let out a quiet whimper, shook her head drowsily, and squirmed as she rolled over.
"Ghk...!"
Cacciola, sleeping right beside her, emitted a strangled squeak under the sudden crushing weight, but I was in no state to worry about her.
"Seriously... wow."
Every shred of my attention was hijacked by the overwhelming, horizon-filling sway of flesh.
Throb! Pulse!
My meat club, swollen to the verge of pain, pitched a tent with such vigor that it casually hoisted Rebecca's breast, which had been draped over my thigh.
"Damn... this is crazy hot."
Taking deep breaths to keep my arousal in check, I wrapped my arms around Pashtra's slender lower back, alternating between squeezing her chest and kneading her rear. Her chest was magnificent, but her ass was no joke either. Ripe, round as a full moon, and deliciously taut, it practically begged to be handled.
"Mmh... haaung...?"
Even through all this, she failed to wake, merely whimpering in half-sleep. Watching her like that stirred a strange sense of guilty pleasure in my chest.
"Whew... Man, this is seriously hard to resist."
The curse forcibly extracted from Stanasila Pitra was stronger than I had anticipated. Or rather, according to Rubias, it was the synergy with the Beast God Kubel's divinity that had amplified it. Whatever the cause, my skull felt so completely flooded with thoughts of sex that I was terrified I might act purely on animal impulse.
"Is there any reason to hold back? Please, use us to relieve yourself to your heart's content."
"Holy sh—wha?!"
...My eyes practically bulged out of their sockets in sheer shock. I was so startled that 'Ah, shit, you scared me! My damn heart almost gave out!' got compressed into a scrambled, gibberish squawk.
"...Muriel. I'm ridiculously frail right now, you know? My divinity and authorities completely shattered when I stopped Annus's self-destruction."
"This is the first I have heard of that."
"Huh? I didn't tell you? Ah, right, I didn't... Anyway, treat me gently and carefully like back when I was a weakling. What happens if my heart bursts and I die, huh?"
"I would bring you back to life by any means necessary."
"How reassuring..."
Chuckling dryly, I pulled Muriel's slender waist in close, pressing her abs—etched with faint old scars—flush against my side.
"In any event, Master Han-gil. If your lust is proving difficult to endure, you need only use us. Above all, I am your attendant. Please dispose of me as you see fit."
"...Hearing that right now makes it really damn hard to hold back."
"You do not have to hold back."
"......"
Holding her gaze as she looked up at me with an impassive face yet profound, smoldering eyes, impulse won out. I captured her lips.
"Mmh... chu, slurp...!"
As our lips mashed together and our tongues entwined frantically, my hand reached down to firmly squeeze her breast. In response, her hand closed around my rock-hard cock, stroking it up and down. That alone set off firecrackers of electric pleasure across my brain, sweeping through my whole body like a typhoon and making me shudder like a reed in the wind.
Finding my reaction amusing, perhaps, Muriel sped up her strokes, even using her thigh to press rhythmically against the base of my shaft.
"What's this...? Getting started first thing in the morning?"
Even in slumber, women of Master rank were hardly going to miss debauchery happening at point-blank range. One by one, eyes fluttered open, flushed faces turning toward me.
Rebecca, unable to rein in her own excitement.
Cacciola, with a provocative smirk.
Latipi, intoxicated by reverent awe and ecstatic bliss.
Pashtra, blushing furiously yet utterly defenseless against her own cravings.
Intense, scorching gazes thick with lust and sultry heat poked at my face through the remnants of sleep, silently urging me on. A delicious chill ran straight down my spine.
"Uh, well... how about we wash up first?"
Feeling like I would genuinely turn into a mindless beast if things escalated any further here, I scrambled for an escape route.
"...Very well."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Clean-up's way easier in there anyway."
"Allow me to cleanse you with my own body."
"Ehehe... Oh, Han-gil, you tease..."
"......"
I had a sudden, sneaking suspicion that my supposed escape route was actually a dead end. And once we all filed into the bathhouse, that suspicion turned into absolute certainty.
Ah. Maybe I still have a speck of divinity and authority left in me, since my intuition and instincts are firing on all cylinders. Then again, fueling mere gut feelings and instincts barely takes any authority to begin with...
Thump! Throb!
"...Calm the hell down, will you? You're gonna shoot off like a missile at this rate."
I muttered under my trembling breath toward my crotch, but my lust was hardly modest enough to be reasoned with. All I could do was sigh. Regardless, judging by the mood and the look on every girl's face, they were fully prepared to handle our first time right here, all together...
"Er, it feels a bit rich coming from me, but... wouldn't you normally prefer your first time to be one-on-one?"
"Excuse me? At this late stage?"
"Master-ya. You know how totally un-Master-like that sounds?"
"Personally, I would have preferred that... but a situation like this is rather thrilling in its own right. It feels as though the hallucination I once experienced is playing out in reality..."
"Whatever form Lord Han-gil desires is of no consequence to me."
"I love doing it all together! Feels like we get much closer that way~"
In that exact order, that was Muriel, Cacciola, Rebecca, Latipi, and Pashtra.
"...Fine, if you're all on board, who am I to..."
Letting out a breath, I was just about to step into the steaming tub when the bathhouse door swung open, heralding new intruders.
"Good morning, Lord Han-gil."
"Ahem... G-Good morning..."
It was Wendy and Nemeth.
Caught completely off guard by their arrival, I blinked blankly.
"...What? How did you two even know to come here?"
"We received word via telepathic transmission."
"What?! You guys can talk among yourselves like that?!"
When my voice cracked in sheer shock over this revelation, Muriel tilted her head quizzically.
"Were you unaware? I had assumed you naturally knew."
"Of course I didn't! If I had... Wait, come to think of it, does that actually make sense? That was kind of the communication feature I wanted in the first place..."
Subconsciously, since it was an authority granted to me, I had assumed all traffic had to route through me.
"......"
To think I hadn't even verified something so basic until now... I was almost embarrassed by my own stupidity.
"Whew... No, anyway, so what brought you two here, Wendy, Nemeth?"
"Are we not permitted to come?"
"We heard you were having your first experience today, so..."
Wendy retorted impassively, while Nemeth blushed as she confessed their objective.
Man... this was really something. Having them show up in their birthday suits just to share my first time gave me a bizarre sense of... satisfaction? Fulfillment? Something along those lines.
"...Wait."
Then another person crossed my mind, and I flinched.
"Hold on a second. Don't tell me you called Tsarkhella too?"
"We did not. Her standing remains ambiguous."
"Phew. Thank God for that..."
Breathing a sigh of relief, I drank in the sight of Wendy and Nemeth's taut, impeccably sculpted figures.
Thump! Pulse!
"Whew..."
I really couldn't hold it back anymore.
"All of you, get over here."
"Yes. Right here, Lord Han-gil."
"Mmhm~"
"Hyaaah..."
Pulling the cluster of soft female bodies into a fierce embrace, I stroked and kneaded to my heart's content. In turn, they pressed their skin against mine, tracing their hands eagerly across my frame. They stroked my thighs and stomach, caressed my hips, and gingerly massaged my balls and cock.
"Hiss, whew..."
A heavy, smoldering wave of pleasure crested with every touch, prompting me to shake my head with an exhale.
"...Lord Han-gil. Why do you hold back so fiercely? Every woman here is fully prepared to receive you. Whatever you choose to do to us, we desire it. Ah, though if your tastes happen to be unimaginably bizarre, that might pose a slight challenge..."
"It's not that. I'm holding back out of consideration for all of you."
"And so I say, there is no need for such restraint."
"There is for me. I don't want to view you as tools, and I won't use you like tools."
"...Your words are somewhat different from before."
"Things are different now than they were back then, so of course what I say changes. I've been freed from Alzen. Even if it's only half, right now I'm Kang Han-gil."
"Ah, I see. Hmm..."
Muriel pondered for a moment before tilting her head.
"Still, considerate or not, isn't the end result identical? Objectively speaking, engaging in relations with seven women simultaneously is... hardly praiseworthy."
"I couldn't give a damn about what other people think. What matters is what you think."
"What do you mean by that...?"
"...In short, I don't want you to hate me."
"......"
"......"
"......"
"......"
The moment the words left my mouth, a heavy, deadened silence filled the bathhouse.
"...What? Why are you all acting like this all of a sudden?"
"Lord Han-gil. You are the one who seduced us first."
"Who knew our master had such an adorable side~?"
"Ah, Lord Incarnation...! To think of me so deeply...!"
"This is... honestly touching..."
"I cannot hold back any longer."
Crashing over me like a tidal wave, they pinned me down under an avalanche of soft, smooth, voluptuous flesh, leaving me utterly flustered.
"Whoa?! Wh-What?! What's gotten into you all?! Wait, let go!"
"Stay still. We will handle everything."
"What do you mean by that... Mmph?!"
Starting with Cacciola sneakily snatching my lips, their full-scale assault commenced.
...However, it didn't take long for offense and defense to reverse. Because the beast slumbering deep inside me had finally awakened.