"Whoa."
I was genuinely impressed. The flames licked the surface of the water—it was a spectacular sight.
"This is as much as I can manage. It’s a technique meant to momentarily distract monsters or enemies. I can’t sustain it for long, nor can I use it repeatedly."
"Is that so? Still, it’s pretty amazing."
"Thank you very much."
The fire vanished after only a few seconds. Apparently, she couldn't keep it going for an extended period. Still, it was quite a feat—reminded me of a fire dancer at a festival. It might even have some use as a street performance.
"Wait, if you can produce fire like that, shouldn't every Dragon-kin be able to become a Mage?"
In this world, the rule was simple: if you use magic, you become a Mage. Since normal people can't use magic, they can't take the job, but if every Dragon-kin could breathe fire, wouldn't they all qualify?
When I had checked earlier, Vesta didn't have the Mage job. Had she just never breathed fire before? No, maybe you needed to be a Villager Level 5 first. Or perhaps simply using the ability wasn't enough; maybe you had to land a killing blow with magic to unlock the job.
"It seems to be different from a Mage’s magic. Even among Dragon-kin, we cannot become Mages unless we use a specific medicine during childhood. You are truly incredible, Master, to be able to use magic so freely."
"So it’s different, then?"
I wondered what the distinction was. Spitting fire seemed like a perfectly valid offensive spell to me. I’d have to consult Sherry about it later. For now, I fired a Fireball into the water jar to finish heating the bath.
"Wow. That really is incredible."
Vesta watched for a while, but eventually, she followed Roxanne back into the kitchen. I filled the tub about halfway with hot water and then joined them.
Roxanne was already simmering soup. She hadn't come to me for a tinder, so it looked like she had already started the fire. Ah, right—Vesta can produce flames now. We wouldn't even need tinder anymore. That had been one of the few ways I was actually useful to Roxanne.
"Roxanne, could you guide me through the Labyrinth for a bit?"
On top of everything, I had to ask another favor. I needed to recover my MP after heating the bath. Roxanne was always so remarkably, brilliantly helpful to me, while I felt like I did very little for her in return.
"Yes, with pleasure. Sherry, could you keep an eye on the soup for a moment?"
"Understood."
"Vesta, please wash these and cut them into bite-sized pieces."
The least I could do was ensure we had a delicious meal. I decided on the menu on the fly and handed the vegetables to Vesta.
"As you wish."
"And cut these mushrooms in half. They’ll be great fried."
"That sounds wonderful!"
Vesta seemed even more excited than Roxanne. Well, knowing Roxanne, she’d be happy just to have some time alone with me in the Labyrinth. It wasn't exactly 'for' her, but we headed out. I recovered my MP and finished the bath.
Back in the kitchen, it was time for the final preparations. Most of it was done, so I just had to mix the batter.
"Vesta, squeeze these next."
"Yes."
"We’ll use the juice for seasoning, so I’m counting on you."
I handed her the lemons. As we worked, the kitchen felt a bit more crowded than usual. Vesta’s height and build gave her a massive presence. She was the kind of woman you just wanted to lean into and hug. Since space was tight, I occasionally brushed against her while passing behind. It was a nice feeling.
If only I could get her to pass in front of me, then those magnificent breasts would...
No, stay focused.
By the time I finished my delusions, the food was ready.
"It is finished, desu," Miria announced.
We had plenty of fish, and the bite-sized rabbit meat was seasoned with salt and pepper.
"Alright. Let’s take everything over. Sherry, Vesta, go ahead and start heating the oil at the table."
"Understood."
I sent them ahead and carried the ingredients to the dining room. When we entered, Vesta was setting up the stove. She breathed a small burst of fire to light it. Seeing it up close like that was still impressive.
"She says it isn't magic, but do you know what’s actually happening?" I asked Sherry.
"It appears Dragon-kin can store flammable gas somewhere in their bodies. The gas itself is combustible, so since even a non-Dragon-kin could ignite it with a spark, it doesn't count as magic."
So it was like methane gas or something. If it was just igniting biological gas, then it really was a chemical reaction rather than a spell. It made sense why they wouldn't become Mages from it, though I still wondered how they produced the spark.
"Oh, is that how it works?" Vesta remarked, sounding as if she were learning it for the first time herself.
"As expected of Sherry. You know everything."
"Thank you. There is a theory that the gas is stored in the chest, though whether that is true remains unconfirmed."
"Huh. Really?"
"It does not seem that male Dragon-kin breathe smaller fires, nor does it seem that women with larger chests breathe larger ones."
"I... see." I decided to stay neutral on that one. Vesta’s chest was certainly large, but it was a shame it didn't translate to a flamethrower.
"Because of that, they say there are no bad people among Dragon-kin women with large chests," Sherry continued.
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes. Those who mock them should just perish, but the women themselves are blameless. Dragon-kin do not nurse their young with milk. Their chests are actually filled with air. They are called Air Sacs."
Air Sacs, huh? Personally, they looked like they were filled with dreams and hope.
"The world treats Dragon-kin women with large chests unfairly," Vesta added, picking up the explanation. "They are mocked and told they are 'pointlessly full of air.' But... I will be fine."
It seemed Sherry felt a kinship with Vesta over their shared chest complexes.
"No, there is nothing wrong with you, Vesta," Sherry consoled her. "Anyone who mocks you should simply be destroyed."
Her method of consolation was a bit extreme, but I stayed quiet. It was a strange sight—the smaller girl comforting the much larger woman. They looked like an odd pair standing next to each other.
"Anyway, let’s eat." I cut the conversation short before Sherry decided to destroy me as well.
We sat down, with Vesta on my right. Having a beautiful, tall woman right next to me provided a wonderful sense of presence. I distributed the soup, ending with Vesta.
"U-Um... is this really okay?"
"It’s fine. Let’s dig in. Miria, any recommendations?"
"Hardatt, desu."
"Then I’ll start with that."
I coated the fish Miria pointed out in batter and dropped it into the oil. A satisfying sizzle filled the room.
"I believe that is a fish called Bardea," Sherry corrected. It was probably a fish that didn't exist on Earth. Since the name didn't translate into English, I didn't care if it was Hardatt or Bardea—I’d just eat it.
"Roxanne, what do you want?"
"I'll have the same as you, Master."
"Sherry?"
"The Bardea, please."
It was a popular choice. I dropped in portions for both of them. Miria’s choice was obvious.
"Hardatt, desu."
"Apparently it’s called Bardea. Say it with me: Bardea."
"Bardea, desu."
"Bardea..." Vesta murmured, looking at the frying pot with interest.
"Do you know it?"
"Yes. I’ve heard it’s an exceptionally delicious fish."
"Then you should try some too, Vesta."
"Is that truly permitted?"
"Of course."
I pulled my piece out, shook off the excess oil, and bit into it. It was too hot to use a plate, so I just ate it straight off the cooking chopsticks. It was burning, but delicious.
"Is it truly acceptable for me to sit at the same table and eat the same food as my Master?" Vesta asked again.
"It’s fine," Roxanne assured her. "He's just that kind of Master."
"Master, thank you so much."
"Don't thank me, thank Miria for catching it. It really is good."
The batter was crispy, and the meat inside was tender and moist. A top-tier fish.
"Big Sister, thank you very much," Vesta said to Miria.
"Big Sister, desu!" Miria puffed out her chest with pride.
I ignored them and kept frying. One by one, I placed the tempura onto everyone's plates. The Bardea was a hit all around.
"I have never tasted anything so wonderful," Vesta said, her voice trembling. "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Big Sister."
"Big Sister, desu!" Miria was really leaning into the role.
"Next, the mushrooms," I announced. I dipped the pieces Vesta had cut into the batter. They weren't shiitake, but they had been great last time.
"Mushrooms for me as well."
"I'll try the rabbit meat, please."
"Bardea, desu!"
Those two were nothing if not consistent.
"What about you, Vesta?"
"C-Can I really choose? Well... then, I'll have the same as you, Master."
She really was becoming Roxanne Number Two.
"Got it."
"Being able to choose what I eat... everything is so delicious. It seems I have been bought by an incredible household."
"Don't cry. Here, have some bread."
"I can even eat bread this soft... and as much as I want?"
I had accidentally made her cry even more. My bad.
Vesta spent the rest of the meal being a perfect "Roxanne Number Two," only ordering exactly what I ate. I wanted her to exercise her freedom of choice, but I suppose that would take time.
"Alright, time for a bath."
Once the meal was done and the dishes were cleared, it was time for the main event. No escape.
Roxanne, Sherry, and Miria began undressing with practiced ease. When Roxanne pulled her shirt off, her impressive curves were revealed; Sherry was as cute as ever, and Miria... well, with the cat ears and tail, she was easily ten times more charming than a normal human girl.
Being their master was the greatest decision of my life.
"Everyone’s going in together."
Vesta was hesitant at first, but she followed suit, peeling her shirt off her large frame. What lay beneath were massive mounds, easily the size of basketballs. They were even bigger than Roxanne’s. The sheer scale was breathtaking.
It was scandalous. Unpardonable. It was a crime that needed to be punished—and I was the man for the job.
We entered the bathroom, and I started by washing Roxanne. I covered her in a thick lather and cleansed every inch of her, including those sacred twin peaks. No matter how many times I did it, the feeling was magnificent.
"Roxanne-san, what is that?" Vesta asked.
"It’s soap. It feels wonderful when Master washes you with it."
"He... washes us?"
Trust me, Vesta, I’m the one enjoying this. And I fully intended to wash her next. No choice in the matter. Having such a tall woman in the bathroom made the space feel crowded, but I didn't mind the increased density one bit.
"Sherry's next."
I moved on to Sherry’s petite, lovely body. It was Roxanne’s turn for a hair wash, but I saved that for last. I only washed their hair every three days to keep it from getting too dry or greasy. I polished every corner of Sherry’s small frame. There was something illicit about stroking such a petite body, which only made it better. She didn't need to feel inferior about her chest; at her size, what she had was perfect.
Next was Miria. I washed her thoroughly, as if I were memorizing every curve of her body. She stayed quiet and docile in my arms.
"All clean, desu."
"Good. Finally, Vesta."
"Yes."
Vesta stepped forward. She was huge. Those basketballs were right at eye level. I started by smearing the lather over them. I had expected them to be softer given their size, but they were surprisingly firm and elastic. They bounced back against my fingers with incredible tension, yet they were supple enough to let my fingers sink in halfway when I gripped them. Not too hard, not too soft—absolute perfection.
I didn't want the others to think I was only interested in her chest, so I spread the foam over the rest of her body. I washed her as if I were a vine entwining a great tree. Her skin was a beautiful, pale wheat color all over.
"Sherry, you said Dragon-kin women have air sacs in their chests, right?"
"Yes."
"Vesta, take a deep breath."
"Yes."
"Exhale."
"..."
"One more time. Inhale... and exhale."
I kept my hands firmly on her chest while she did it. This was medical palpation. For science. It wasn't obvious just by looking, but with my hands there, I could feel it. When she inhaled, her right breast expanded slightly; when she exhaled, the left one shifted. There were definitely air sacs in there.
"If these are full of air, why is that considered a bad thing for a Dragon-kin woman?"
"I believe it is because it’s seen as 'wasted space' containing nothing but air," Vesta explained.
"But having air sacs should mean you have higher athletic ability, shouldn't it?"
"Is that so?"
"The reason Dragon-kin are so physically capable is likely due to these sacs."
"They are just full of air, though," Sherry argued.
It seemed they didn't understand the biological advantage.
"Humans like us are inefficient. We breathe air into our lungs and then push the same air back out the way it came. But with two air sacs, air can flow one way—into the right sac, through the lungs, and out the left sac. It’s like a continuous stream. It allows for much more efficient oxygen intake. It’s how birds can fly so high where the air is thin."
"To think you know such things... you are incredible, Master."
"I don't quite understand the efficiency part, but..."
"Amazing, desu!"
Vesta nodded, but Sherry still looked skeptical. She was a tough nut to crack.
"Think of it like a bucket versus a tube," I tried again. "A tube with water flowing through it is much more efficient than a bucket you have to fill and dump repeatedly."
"I suppose that makes sense... hmmm..." Sherry began to brood over the logic.
I decided to pivot while she was distracted. "The point is, larger air sacs mean better breathing, which means better combat performance. Therefore, a larger chest actually makes for a superior warrior."
"I have never heard that before," Vesta said, sounding relieved. I wanted her to know that her body wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was a blessing.
"As expected of Master."
"You can feel the air moving if you touch them," I suggested to Roxanne.
"Um... Vesta, may I?"
"Yes, please."
Roxanne reached out. The sight of her supple fingers pressing into Vesta’s firm skin was incredibly erotic. I was leaning forward quite a bit by then, but I didn't care.
"Before I wash your hair, could someone wash me?"
"I'll do it. It really does feel like air is flowing in and out," Roxanne noted, still preoccupied with Vesta’s chest.
"I will wash you, Master. Is this how it’s done?"
"Yes. We all help wash Master together."
Vesta knelt directly in front of me. While Roxanne scrubbed my shoulders, Vesta leaned in close.
Wait... was she doing...?
Puff-puff?!
No way. Where did she learn this?
"V-Vesta, where did you...?"
"A senior slave told me this is the best way to make a Master happy."
God bless that senior slave. Whoever you are, you’re a hero. It was magnificent. The best feeling in the world. This was a legacy that needed to be preserved for all time.
I, Michio Kaga, felt as though my seventeen years of life had all led to this glorious moment. Puff-puff is eternal.
I woke up in a state of sweet euphoria. Roxanne’s skin against mine felt perfect—the smoothness, the warmth, the weight of her arm draped over me. I resisted the urge to pounce immediately. I had the Sex Fiend job equipped, so even without it, I’d be struggling to keep my hands off her.
Roxanne noticed I was awake and kissed me. It was an invitation if I’d ever seen one. Our lips met, and her moist breath tickled my skin.
I had to stay calm. Tonight would come soon enough. Last night had been intense; with four girls, the Sex Fiend job made four rounds feel like a mere warm-up. It was a high-class problem to have.
I decided to show some restraint, just to prove I could handle even more members in the future. I settled for a deep, lingering kiss instead. I chased her tongue, savoring her until I was satisfied.
"Good morning, Master."
"Morning."
I released her and moved to Sherry, savoring her sweet mouth next. Then it was Miria’s turn. She moved with her usual feline grace, her tongue playful and active.
"Good morning, desu."
"Good morning."
I waited for Vesta, but she didn't come. I looked around the bed—since we’d doubled the width, there was plenty of room, but she was nowhere to be seen. I reached out a hand into the shadows.
There. Something large. I found her, but then I jumped.
"Cold!"
Her skin was ice-cold. Was she even alive? Did she die in her sleep?
"She’s a Dragon-kin. They are always cold in the morning," Sherry explained.
"Is that so?"
"...Good morning, Master," Vesta murmured, finally stirring. "Forgive me. I am slow to wake."
"You're freezing. Are you okay?"
"Yes. On hot nights, my body sheds heat to stay cool. I’ll warm up once I’m moving. Conversely, on cold nights, my body generates heat so I don't freeze. Dragon-kin are just weak in the early morning."
So being a Dragon-kin was a bit complicated. They weren't just cool lizard-people. Vesta sat up and pressed against me. Her cool skin felt amazing in the summer heat.
"Don't push yourself if you're not ready."
"I’m fine. Though I might be a bit chilly for you."
"Are you kidding? I love it."
The summer heat was picking up, so Vesta was essentially a living, breathing ice pack. She was the ultimate summer body pillow. And in the winter, she’d be a heater. I was never letting her go.
Vesta kissed me then—the most aggressive of the four. Her cool tongue was active and searching, a refreshing contrast to my own body heat. Apparently, the senior slave had given her very thorough instructions.
I pulled her close, marveling at how large she was. She wasn't wearing a negligee because we couldn't find one that fit yet.
"How was that? I was told this is what I should do."
"It was perfect."
"Your body is so warm, it feels wonderful. I will keep working hard to improve."
If she worked any harder, I’d be in trouble.
Miria helped me into my gear, and we prepared for the day.
"Thanks, Miria. Vesta, you ready?"
"Yes."
We warped to the 18th floor of Halver. Everyone was used to the transition by now.
"Vesta, can you move okay?"
"I’m fine now."
I distributed the shields and crystals. I gave Vesta a wooden shield and some spare black magic crystals. Her armor was still a hodgepodge of leftovers for now.
"Vesta, use this Steel Sword from today."
"Wait, isn't this your sword, Master?"
"I’ll be using something else."
She took the two-handed sword in one hand and the shield in the other. Her size made the massive sword look like a one-handed blade.
"Sherry, can you make a Great Shield?"
"Not yet. I’d need stronger materials than simple boards—like Steel or Damascus Steel."
I figured as much. We’d wait on that.
"To the right, there are fewer monsters. To the left, there's likely a swarm. Which way?" Roxanne asked.
"Let’s go left. We’ll be careful since Vesta’s gear isn't finished."
"Understood."
"I’ll be using magic as well today."
Roxanne led the way, followed by Miria and Vesta. I was in the middle, with Sherry bringing up the rear.
"Roxanne-san, can you actually smell the monsters?" Vesta asked.
"Yes. It’s how I serve Master."
"That is incredible."
We reached a group: three Flytraps, a Kettle Mermaid, and a Clamshell. I opened with Fire Storm to thin out the Flytraps.
"Miria, Vesta, they're coming!"
The girls formed a line. Roxanne took the center, Miria the right, and Vesta the left. Sherry stayed behind Miria, aiming her spear through the gaps. Vesta was so big that Sherry couldn't see past her. I stayed behind Vesta—it was like standing behind a fortress wall. Total security.
The battle was swift. Roxanne was a blur of motion, dodging water jets and vine whips with her usual rhythmic grace. I provided fire support, and within minutes, the monsters were piles of items.
"Amazing! You all are so fast!" Vesta cheered.
"It’s just business as usual," I said.
"Magic makes it so easy. I thought it would take much longer."
"You'll get used to it. And don't bother trying to copy Roxanne—she’s a freak of nature."
"I dodge with a 'ba-shuh' using my waist," Roxanne explained helpfully.
"I... will try my best," Vesta said, looking confused.
Vesta reached Villager Level 5 almost immediately. Her current jobs were Villager, Farmer, Explorer, and Herbalist. She didn't have Warrior or Swordsman yet, which meant she hadn't seen much real combat before I bought her.
"Next, I want Vesta to handle some combat herself."
We moved to the 1st floor of Halver. The problem was that my magic was too strong; a single spell obliterated the 1st-floor monsters instantly.
"Maybe we should try the 10th floor?" I asked Sherry.
"That might be a bit much for her first time."
I adjusted my gear, swapping my rod for a simple iron sword to lower my magic power. Eventually, I found the sweet spot where the monsters would survive my first hit with just a sliver of health.
"Vesta, when the monster survives my spell, finish it with your sword."
A Cheap Sheep survived the next blast. Vesta charged forward with the Steel Sword. It was a terrifying sight—a two-meter-tall warrior barreling down on you. The monster tried to tackle her, but she caught it on her shield with one hand and drove the sword through it.
One hit.
"I did it!"
I checked her jobs: Warrior Level 1 and Swordsman Level 1 were now unlocked.
"Great job. You’re a natural."
"Thank you!"
"Next, try this spear. It’s a test for a different job."
I handed her the Holy Spear. I suspected the Knight job required spear proficiency. Vesta put her shield away and gripped the spear with both hands. She started spinning it over her head like a hero from a Chinese epic.
A Cheap Sheep appeared. Vesta lunged and brought the spear down like a guillotine. The monster was crushed instantly. Still, no Knight job yet.
"Try it barehanded next."
"Barehanded?"
"It’s for the Monk job."
Vesta punched and kicked her way through the next sheep. She took a few hits, but she laughed them off. "It just grazed me, Master."
She unlocked Monk.
"Do you know the specific conditions for the Dragon Knight job?" I asked.
"It’s said to be for those who are brave enough to face monsters alone," Vesta replied.
Sherry added, "I read something in the library about a 'Gambler' job as well, though it was just a note in the margin of the Thief section."
"A Gambler job?"
"Yes. The note said: 'I have discovered a truly marvelous method for acquiring this job, but this margin is too narrow to contain it.'"
Seriously? Whoever wrote that was a comedian. But it gave me an idea. Gambler... Bounty Hunters have the 'Dead or Alive' skill. It’s a literal gamble. I bet the job unlocks when you successfully land that skill.
"I might have a lead on that," I told them. "But for now, let’s focus on Dragon Knight."
I pulled out Durandal.
"Vesta, take this sword and try to clear a room by yourself."
"Wait, is that your special sword? I’ve never even held it!" Vesta looked nervous.
"It’s a two-handed sword. It fits you better than me."
"Even I haven't used that one much," Roxanne muttered, sounding a little jealous.
"Fine, Roxanne, you take a turn with it first."
"Really?!" Roxanne’s eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas. She took the legendary blade and cradled it as if it were a holy relic.