After indulging in some intense pleasure with an overstimulated Setsuna, Sol reclined in the lukewarm water of his bath, ready to unwind and wash away his exhaustion. His body was being carefully scrubbed and pampered by five alluring maids, whose gorgeous figures would make any man's mouth water at a mere glance.
Though he originally came from the modern world, he felt no discomfort being attended to by the skilled, delicate hands of the maids. In fact, he thoroughly enjoyed it. Any man would, especially when the women involved were eager and beautiful — the more attractive they were, the greater the pleasure.
His bath resembled more a sprawling pool of hot, steamy water than the traditional baths common among the empire's nobility. The maids wore a provocative mix of white and black micro-swimsuits, designed by Sol himself, which barely covered their curves, making them appear even more enticing than if they were completely nude.
As he glanced at their half-exposed, tempting bodies, his arousal began to rise, his erection stirring with the anticipation of quick pleasure. Only someone indifferent, like a eunuch or someone completely self-controlled, would remain unaffected in such a setting. Even though he had already climaxed five times since the previous day, his body responded instinctively.
Still, he chose to close his eyes, ignoring the throbbing discomfort in his groin. This wasn't his first bath, nor his first experience of becoming aroused during one. Usually, the maids would simply overlook it, smiling professionally as they finished their tasks.
But today seemed different.
When a soft hand gently caressed his shaft, igniting it further, Sol's eyes opened slightly, filled with surprise. He glanced toward the bold maid who dared touch him so intimately.
A petite maid's figure came into focus, her coquettish smile fearless as she continued to pleasure him. He had never bothered to memorize their names, as their shifts constantly rotated during bath time.
Sensing his gaze upon her, the maid froze briefly before giving a shy smile, silently seeking permission.
"Your Highness, may we take care of you today?"
Sol immediately understood the implication behind her question. He had never used his authority to coerce the servants into serving him sexually or in any way against their will.
In this new life, he could be many things, but a tyrant or predator was not one of them. He found no thrill in having sex with an unwilling partner.
"What prompts this question? It's so sudden and out of the ordinary."
The maid giggled at his reaction. Another, a playful catgirl, responded with a mischievous smile curving her plush pink lips.
"We've always wanted this, nya~!"
"We just thought your Highness wasn't interested in beings like us," added another, a dark elf with pointed ears and deep skin, licking her dark ruby lips.
"But yesterday…"
"All the maids heard the sweet sounds coming from your room…"
"Our suspicions were confirmed when we saw Setsuna's condition today…"
"So we thought we'd take our chances."
Sol was both amused and astonished by their coordination and shameless proposal. They neither hid their desires nor seemed intent on concealing them.
Five maids — a cat, an elf, and three humans — all stunning and well-formed.
He nearly swallowed in anticipation but held back, keeping his expression calm and collected.
'Looks like one of my fantasies is about to come true… an orgy.'
With a charming smile, he gave them the affirmation they sought.
"Alright."
After deciding on a suitable order, they moved together toward the shallower part of the bath, where the water was just deep enough to relax comfortably.
Lining up in front of him, they positioned themselves carefully, waiting for his attention with anticipation. Streams of steam filled the room, and floating magical lights illuminated the space, revealing a curious mix of characters, including one with a distinctive tail that flicked playfully above her back.
He couldn't decide whether the sight was fantastical or breathtaking, but it was undeniably captivating. His mind raced as he observed the scene, mesmerized by the strange and enchanting atmosphere.
He interacted with them, noting their unique reactions and characteristics. Moments passed as he engaged with one character after another, observing their responses and the subtle differences in their personalities.
The others watched, exchanging whispers and reactions, some curious, others eager to participate. Their expressions showed a mix of excitement and intrigue, as the interactions unfolded naturally and consensually.
Each character took turns stepping forward, and he focused on giving them attention in ways that matched their personalities, bringing joy and laughter rather than discomfort. The atmosphere remained playful and lively, with a sense of shared enjoyment among everyone present.
Soon, the group was fully engaged in a whirlwind of activity—laughing, teasing, and playing together. They explored the space around the bath, interacting with him and each other in a lighthearted, carefree way. The magical lights reflected off the water, enhancing the fantastical feeling of the moment.
In the end, everyone was exhausted but happy, smiling and relaxed after the playful session. Wrapping himself in a towel, he left the bath feeling satisfied and content, while the others rested, covered in suds and steam, ready for the next adventure together.
After changing into more practical attire—a pair of trousers and a shirt—Sol calmly made his way toward the dining room; it was lunchtime.
Along the route, maids of various races and backgrounds bowed and curtsied, showing respect ingrained deep within them.
The Tower of Babylon was divided into four vertical levels: upper, middle, lower, and the famed underground section.
Access to the upper and underground levels was reserved for only the closest confidants of the royal family. In the upper levels, Sol was the only man residing there.
From guards to cooks to servants, every single person was female, most hailing from different races.
Thanks to the pervasive presence of mana in this world, physical differences between genders were almost irrelevant. A delicate woman could easily smash a rock, while a brawny man might fail to make a dent in it.
"All the feminists on Earth would give anything to live in a world like this."
Shaking off the thought, he paused at a grand door adorned with elegant gold and silver etchings of classical design.
Despite its opulence, the door was far from gaudy. Nobles needed to maintain appearances; modesty was considered weakness rather than virtue. Humility had always been taboo in noble society, from time immemorial to eternity.
With that in mind, he opened the door to the dining room.
The room was spacious, dominated by a single, long table. The ceiling featured a painted map of the starry sky, with the stars' glow maintained by a complex set of spells cast years earlier by the court witch.
"I'll need to see my teacher later."
His gaze wandered past the maids lined along the walls and finally settled on a woman seated at the far end of the table.
She was stunning as ever. Her long purple hair and black dress accentuated her timeless elegance and allure. She exuded the intoxicating pheromones of a woman in her prime.
Her dress was daringly low-cut, revealing the generous curves of her cleavage. The two soft, pale mounds threatened to spill from the fabric, embodying pure sin.
This was his aunt, a woman of undeniable seduction. Spotting him, she issued a sharp command:
"Girls, leave the room. I need to speak with my dear nephew privately."
"Yes, ma'am."
The maids bowed in unison and exited silently, moving in perfect synchronization.
Alone, Lilith allowed a faint smile to curve her lips and gestured to the seat on her right.
"Why are you still standing? Come, sit down."
Sol mirrored her expression, his smile slightly wider. He walked gracefully to the seat and sat beside her. Every movement, from his stride to the way he seated himself, was flawless—a testament to years of martial arts and etiquette training.
Surveying the table of light, beautifully arranged dishes, he spoke with measured seriousness:
"Aunt, before we eat, I think it's time you explained what's going on."
He was eager to understand her urgency. Deploying so many women at him was suspicious. Setsuna and Milia aside, the five maids had clearly been given orders, despite their pretense otherwise.
Something about the situation felt off—too abrupt, too staged, too…artificial. He knew he was on the verge of awakening, yet critical information tied to his origins and future still eluded him.