The Second Trap: The Lewd Mirror
The next chamber opened wide, a cavernous hall with walls so smooth they gleamed like polished silver. Dozens—no, hundreds—of tall mirrors lined the room, each one tilted to reflect the party from different, dizzying angles. The light from their torches fractured into kaleidoscopic shards, scattering their reflections across the room in a thousand uncanny copies.
Kael took one cautious step forward. His reflection stepped with him. But then—his reflection grinned, teeth flashing, and winked.
Kael blinked. His reflection's hands moved on their own, fingers tugging at its shirt hem.
The reflection stripped.
Kael's scream rattled the cavern walls. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Every mirror flickered as though responding to his panic. Lysera gasped, pointing at her double. In her reflection, she wore nothing but sheer silk that left little to the imagination. The mirrored Lysera blushed furiously, shy hands attempting to cover herself as she posed in suggestive angles.
Selvara's reflection was bolder—pouting lips blowing kisses, her outfit shrinking, fabric evaporating with every sultry movement until nothing but teasing shadows remained.
Rhyla's reflection was the most terrifying of all. She flexed, her muscles glistening as though oiled, before tossing her sword aside and lunging toward the glass with a predatory grin.
The real waifus froze, faces ranging from horrified to impressed.
Lysera shrieked, voice cracking. "That—that's not me!"
Selvara chuckled darkly, one hand trailing down her hip. "Mmm. I approve of mine."
Rhyla's jaw clenched, her glare sharp enough to shatter steel. "I'll kill her."
The mirrors rippled.
And then, one by one, the reflections stepped out into the chamber—alive, solid, and far too eager.
Kael's scream this time was high-pitched enough to make bats scatter from the ceiling. "WHY DO THEY ALWAYS STEP OUT OF THE MIRRORS?!"
Chaos erupted. Mirror-Lysera hurled enchanted light with seductive flourishes. Mirror-Selvara prowled like a jungle cat, lunging for Kael with clawed fingers already curling around his waistband. Mirror-Rhyla bellowed a war cry and tackled her real counterpart head-on, the two Amazons slamming into each other like colliding mountains.
Kael contributed heroically—by tripping over his own cloak, rolling across the floor, and shrieking as Mirror-Selvara nearly yanked his pants clean off before being clawed across the face by the real Selvara.
The battle raged. Lysera's divine light blasted her double into shards of glass. Rhyla's raw strength shattered her reflection with one bone-crunching punch. Selvara smirked and whispered something in her double's ear that made it shudder and disintegrate in a moan.
Silence fell. The last shards of broken mirror scattered across the floor, catching the torchlight like glitter.
And in the center of it all, Kael lay twitching on the cold stone, his shirt askew, belt half undone, eyes glazed with trauma. His lips trembled. "I was almost… molested… by my own reflection…"
The system chimed, cheerful as ever.
[Bonding achieved. Harem Stability +10.]
Kael let out a single broken sob. "This is not bonding…"
The Final Trial: The Pillow Guardian
The treasure chamber opened like the inside of a dream. Velvet curtains hung from the ceiling, rippling in some unseen breeze. Golden braziers cast soft, romantic light across the walls, while rose petals inexplicably drifted down from nowhere, filling the air with the scent of fresh linens and warm skin.
And there, on a pedestal carved from crimson velvet, sat the treasure: a pillow so radiant, it seemed woven from clouds at dawn. It pulsed with gentle light, each glow like a heartbeat calling out to Kael's exhausted soul.
He fell to his knees with a strangled sob, arms outstretched as though praying to the gods themselves. "It's… beautiful…" His voice cracked under the weight of his yearning. "My… my nap salvation…"
But before he could crawl closer, the chamber trembled. The velvet altar quaked. From behind it rose a shape so colossal it blotted out the warm light.
A woman. No—a titaness.
She towered above them, her curves exaggerated into something both majestic and terrifying, half-naked beneath silken strips of cloth that looked stolen from the world's largest lingerie shop. Four arms rippled with muscle and allure alike, each hand clutching an enormous pillow embroidered with runes. Her eyes burned like twin embers of desire, her lips curling into a snarl equal parts lust and fury.
Her voice shook the chamber.
"NONE SHALL REST UNTIL I AM SATISFIED!"
The echo rattled Kael's teeth. He shrank back with a pitiful whimper. "…Why does everything in this world want to be satisfied?! I just want to nap!"
The Guardian charged. The floor cracked beneath her stomps as she swung with the force of a battering ram. Lysera's instincts flared—she raised her staff, unleashing a flare of holy light. Golden magic clashed against the guardian's crimson aura, sparks showering the chamber.
Rhyla roared and met her head-on, her sword cutting through enchanted feathers that burst from the guardian's pillows like explosions of down. Each swing shredded cloth, but each counterstrike from the guardian's pillows rattled Rhyla's bones, sending her staggering.
Meanwhile, Selvara took a different approach. With a flick of her tail and a sly grin, she slinked forward, voice dripping like honey. "Big girl like you must be so… tense." She dragged a claw lightly down her thigh, purring. "Why don't you put those pillows down and let me—"
WHUMP.
The Guardian's pillow slammed down, catching Selvara in a suffocating headlock of fluff. The succubus thrashed helplessly, muffled curses erupting from beneath layers of enchanted silk. Kael winced. "Selvara, that's not how seduction works when the enemy has four arms!"
The battle spiraled into madness. Lysera's holy blasts cracked under pressure. Rhyla's sword chipped from the relentless strikes. Selvara kicked her legs in the air, still trapped in what could only be described as a death-snuggle.
And Kael? He was running in circles, flailing, screaming, looking every bit the useless Overlord he claimed not to be. "System! I'm gonna die in a pillow fight! DO SOMETHING!"
The system chimed with its usual calm.
[New Skill Unlocked: Pillow Fu.]
Kael froze. His face drained of color. "…Pillow Fu?! Are you serious right now?!"
But his body moved before his brain caught up. He dove toward a fallen pillow, clutching it like a sacred blade. His arms spun, his feet shuffled—he twirled like a drunken ballerina whose only martial arts training came from slumber parties.
He swung.
The pillow slapped across the Guardian's cheek with a sound both ridiculous and strangely divine.
Time froze. The titaness staggered, blinking in shock. Then, like a tree felled in slow motion, she toppled backwards, crashing onto the velvet floor. Her mouth opened once more, but instead of fury, a soft snore rattled the air.
Silence.
Kael stood trembling, pillow dangling from his hands, sweat dripping down his face. "…It worked?"
The giantess shifted, curling into herself, one of her massive pillows tucked against her chest. A smile spread across her lips as her snores deepened into the unmistakable rhythm of peaceful slumber.
The treasure chamber was theirs.
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Victory (Sort Of)
Kael dropped his makeshift weapon and stumbled toward the altar, every step heavy with desperation. He seized the Sacred Pillow and hugged it to his chest like a lost lover, burying his face into its softness. It was everything he had dreamed of—warm, supportive, smelling faintly of lavender. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Finally… finally… I can sleep…"
The system beeped.
[Quest Complete.]
[Reward: Sacred Pillow of Eternal Rest obtained.]
[Effect: +50% Rest Efficiency. Automatic cuddling aura enabled.]
[Harem Capacity Increased: You may now sustain up to 6 waifus.]
Kael froze. His arms tightened around the pillow as his face paled. "…Wait. Six?!"
A low rumble echoed through the dungeon, the velvet curtains shivering. Dust fell from the ceiling. Somewhere in the distance, footsteps echoed—measured, sultry, inevitable.
The system chimed again.
[Warning: Next Waifu Approaches.]
Kael dropped to the floor, smashing his face into the pillow, muffling his scream. "WHY IS THIS PILLOW CURSED?!"
The chamber's rose petals swirled around him in a storm of mockery as the dungeon prepared to introduce his next headache