The air inside the dungeon was thick with the stench of blood and goblin filth, echoing with screeches and the clang of steel on bone. My fingers sparked with power as I held my ground, weaving a shimmering shield of elemental energy around myself. A group of goblins came at me in a wave, their crude blades raised high, but I narrowed my eyes and whispered, "Freeze." Shards of ice burst from my palm, skewering three of them mid-leap. Their screams turned to silence as frost bloomed across their corpses.
I wasn't the strongest in the party. I wasn't the fastest either. But as an elemental mage, I was the lynchpin—the defensive core around which everyone moved. I set the tempo with barriers, froze the flanks, scorched the backlines. But that didn't mean I was safe.
Behind me, I felt a shadow—too fast, too heavy to be Frye or Iris. I whirled around, only to see a massive orc lifting a rusted cleaver above its head, grinning through broken tusks.
And then it split in half.
The orc didn't scream. It simply gurgled as its torso was ripped apart like paper, blood spraying as its body collapsed in two steaming halves. Standing behind the mess was Mochi.
She had long, wild black hair that cascaded over her back like a mane, broken only by two pointed black wolf ears twitching with predatory delight. Her eyes glowed a sharp yellow, locked on me for the briefest moment before flicking to another threat. Her outfit barely qualified as armor—black fur and silver chains wrapped around her curves, exposing her toned midsection, her powerful thighs wrapped in fishnet, her clawed gloves soaked in blood. Her tail, thick and fluffy, swayed behind her like a living weapon. "Master," she growled, licking her lips, "focus."
"R-Right." I swallowed.
Another orc came charging in from the side, its club raised high—and before I could even summon a flame, a shield slammed into its face. The impact crunched bone, the orc tumbling backward before it could even process the blow.
Zion stood in front of me, one leg forward in a defensive stance, her shield raised and sword gleaming. She had long, wavy brown hair that fell behind her silver and white armor. The armor's gold detailing gleamed in the low dungeon light, hugging her figure in all the right places—a revealing chest plate that showed off the top of her ample cleavage, high-cut thigh armor that left little to the imagination. Her shield was decorated in blue and gold patterns, elegant and imposing.
She turned her head slightly, not looking at me, but speaking in a cool voice. "Don't let your guard down."
I nodded again, cheeks warming slightly. She was always calm in battle, and that somehow made her more dangerous—and more attractive.
Suddenly, a barrage of arrows flew overhead, taking out two goblins trying to flank Zion. The shots landed with perfect precision—one between the eyes, the other straight through the throat. A feminine laugh echoed from behind.
"Did you see that, sweetheart?" Frye called out.
I turned and saw her standing with her bow raised, already preparing another arrow. She had short, ash-gray hair styled with braids, floral ornaments nestled just above her sharp blue eyes. A large green ribbon fluttered behind her head. Her green and white archer outfit hugged her lean body, gold accents shining, brown leather armor strapped across her thighs and shoulders. Her short skirt bounced slightly as she twirled to face me. "I said, did you like that, hmm?"
Then—without warning—she bent forward slightly and yanked up the back of her skirt, flashing her panties.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
"Y-Yeah," I managed, face glowing red. "I… I liked it."
Frye winked, pleased with herself.
But then came a low, dangerous growl.
Mochi stood beside me again, her eyes narrowed into slits. "Master doesn't need your butt," she snapped at Frye. "Mine is more than enough for him." She turned, lifting her tail slightly to emphasize her round backside, the silver chains pulling taut around her curves. "Isn't that right, Master?"
"I—W-We're in the middle of a fight!" I cried.
Zion let out a sigh. "You can all argue after we're not surrounded."
More goblins charged at us, and I threw up another barrier to shield Zion's flank. But then I saw a flash of white near the dungeon's edge—our healer, Iris, had stepped into view, her long golden-blonde hair flowing like sunlight through the dust. Her white dress shimmered with golden accents, high collar pristine despite the chaos. A single white lily decorated her hair, her long white gloves glowing as she raised her hands.
A blue pulse of healing magic washed over us, closing our wounds and replenishing our stamina.
But as Iris finished the spell, she didn't retreat.
A group of goblins rushed toward her from the dark, sensing an opening.
"Iris, behind you!" I shouted.
She turned too slowly.
My hands froze the air, and a second later, a volley of ice lances burst from the ground, impaling the goblins before they reached her. The chill in the air shimmered as the last one gurgled its final breath, frozen solid.
Iris blinked, then gasped softly. Her face flushed as she turned to me, eyes wide. "You saved me," she whispered, walking toward me. "Thank you."
Then she stepped in close—too close. Her arms wrapped around mine, and her large, soft breasts pressed against my chest as she held me tightly. "You're so strong…"
"I-It was nothing," I muttered, trying not to melt. Her boobs felt amazing. Warm and full and impossibly soft. My face turned crimson.
The other girls noticed.
Frye rolled her eyes and muttered something about "flaunting her melons." Mochi growled, claws flexing. Zion looked like she wanted to say something but bit her tongue.
Iris didn't care. She held my hand now, fingers laced with mine, her chest still firmly pressed to me. I was completely overwhelmed.
Eventually, we reached a clearing in the dungeon and sat down to plan our next move. Zion unfurled the map and laid it on a nearby rock, her brow furrowed as she traced a path with her armored finger. Frye leaned on my back, her thigh brushing against me. Mochi sat close to my other side, her tail wrapping around my leg possessively. Iris still held my hand like it was a precious relic.
My heart thudded in my chest.
I was just a mage.
So why the hell did every single one of them want me?