Morning broke over Cavern Valley, its mist curling around the tents. I stirred awake, only to find myself surrounded by my three companions—the Vampire Queen, Tamara the Slime Queen, and Yevna the Witch.
Shock jolted me upright. "Why are all of you in my tent? And why is the Dragon Princess in another?"
They blushed, exchanging glances before answering. "We wanted to dual cultivate. It helps us level faster. Don't worry—we only took your virginity, not anything else."
I froze. "Oh… just virginity… wait, WHAT?"
The night before had been chaos.
I had asked them to close their eyes when the Red Dragon transformed, not expecting it to be a princess. Aileen Dragon revealed herself, claiming to be the most frightening of her race—and confessed she had loved the Demon King.
"You killed him," she said, cheeks flushed. "Before I could confess, you struck him down. Did you ever think from the demon's perspective? He spared humans for the sake of his people. He could have destroyed you in five days, but he didn't."
Her words cut deep. I bowed my head. "I was foolish. Kill me if you must. I know the pain of losing someone precious."
But she forgave me, sensing truth in my eyes. "I will allow a Master-Servant pact."
Before I could answer, Lucky Looter activated on its own—binding her to me with a rare 100% pact.
Through telepathy, she whispered, Since you already have three girls, I'll play along… then obey your orders.
When my companions opened their eyes, suspicion filled them. Aileen smirked. "When you closed your eyes, Dransart saw me in a perverted way. He forced me to drink Silent Voice potion and did things I cannot describe. He must take responsibility."
The Vampire Queen hissed. "If you want that kind of thing, do it with me."
Tamara blushed. "You have us, but you want her? How long did you see her naked?"
I stammered. "Just a little. Believe me—I didn't look long."
But they turned away, upset. I thought, Why are they angry? I didn't do anything. I'm a gentleman.
The Holy Eye chuckled. Oh ho, someone's in heat.
"Ye… shut up," I muttered.
Now, in the morning, the truth of the pact's hidden function revealed itself. Dual cultivation had bound us closer, raising their levels—but leaving me bewildered.
The Dragon Princess lingered outside, her own tent separate. She thought to herself, I wish to join them… but who would be foolish enough to admit it?
I rubbed my temples. "This is getting out of hand. Catastrophe awaits, but my companions… they're becoming something else entirely."
The Vampire Queen leaned closer. "Don't worry. We are yours now. But remember—you must take responsibility for all of us."
Tamara smiled slyly. "And don't forget me. I'll save you, even if you're weak."
Yevna's golden eyes glowed. "We are family. But family means sharing everything."
Thus, Dransart's journey to Catastrophe grows more tangled—his companions bound by rare pacts, their emotions deepening, their powers evolving. The Dragon Princess watches from the shadows, and the path to the world's center grows ever more perilous.