We phased slowly into the stone vents, and the deeper we went, the thicker the hot water vapour became.
The voices of the girls became clearer than before. Things were already hot enough that my cock didn’t waste any time getting rock hard.
Same goes for Mossley and Wendel, who were probably drooling, I would say. But I didn’t notice. Can you blame me?
Just imagine, only a few steps away is heaven.
We had finally reached it. There were several sets of elongated pill-shaped holes where vapour was rising from.
That means we were above the bathhouse; the voices were clear now. We could hear the full conversation, but that’s not why we came here.
Lior gave a thumbs up, meaning he was telling all of us to take our spots and see heaven through the elongated holes.
We split up and took our spots. Sitting down, I made myself comfortable, and it was time for me to find the girl who would be my first target.
Sure, I would enjoy this — this was the first time I’d had this much fun. But I would also be doing tactical work.
"Hey, system lady! Point out the potential girls if you see one."
⟨ Darling, is that how you make a request? Typical. And please refer to me as Lilathea. Or you can use "mommy" as well. ⟩
"Ahm. Okay."
Not sure why she is flirting. But I should focus on the work. The first look was of just warm water, when I shifted a bit I saw a BOOBIE PARADE!!!
A group of girls were approaching the bathtub, their towels loosely wrapped around their bodies, barely covering their chests. Different sizes, different shapes, and shades.
"Ahh! What are you doing!?"
One girl suddenly grabbed the other girl’s breast and started rubbing it.
"Stop!"
"I will stop if you tell me how you grew your rack. You used to be flat as a marble."
"Did you use any potions? I need one too!"
Other girls joined in and started debating, but all I saw was boobies dancing.
Shit, it’s so hard to focus. I should look at some other girl.
Oh no, the girl’s friends pushed her into the hot tub and now the boobies are wet.
"Hey! What did you do that for!!!"
The water droplet resting on the tip of her hard nipple, damn I wanna be that droplet. That could be an isekai too, I know the internet.
"You are just jealous because I have a bigger pair than you. Stop making naughty assumptions about me!!"
"Then maybe we should get naughty instead."
The other girl said as she jumped into the hot tub with her and spanked her ass.
"Ahh!"
Her cheeks bounced, the world apparently ran on v-tuber physics. I kid you not, it’s like it’s not even muscle.
I was completely lost, and I had the idea that girls behave affectionately around each other, but this much was crazy.
"I’m cumming!!!"
Yeah, please come–
Oh no, not a girl’s voice. That’s Mossley–
We all turned around to look at Mossley, because he just betrayed our desires and dreams by beating his meat.
The girls are quiet.
"What was that? Is someone in here?"
"Some pervert might have snuck in!!"
"Ahhh, quick. Cover up!!!"
"Where did the voice come from!?"
Shit, it’s over. We are frozen like ice in a vent above a bathhouse where ice melts in seconds.
But we have no choice but to freeze. Mossley is frozen too, covering his mouth.
Common sense returns after jerking off.
~ Elias Thorne.
"I know where it came from."
As I heard that piece of dialogue, the floor beneath us cracked, and by the blessing of gravity, we fell down with crumbled bricks and stone.
Heaven is going to turn into hell now.
The only thing holding us was the dust. The layer of dust was the only thing protecting us.
I lifted myself up; dust and broken pieces of brick were all over me. I looked up and saw the other three were already standing up.
Mossley was crying, Wendel was hopeless, and Lior was smiling sadly.
The mission ended, but it wasn’t a failure. At least we did our best. We overcame our fears and fulfilled our desires.
One of our soldiers managed to masturbate, and I saw the boobie parade. We won.
Life was–
"Ajjh"
A lady’s hand reached out and grabbed my neck, lifting me up like I’m a toddler. The potion was still in effect, so in a sense, I was.
"Look what we have here. Some perverted freaks who used a Waning Draught potion to sneak in through the vent."
What is this? Wh, wh–
What size are those knockers!!! G cup? Is GG a size?
I’m hanging by my neck, where I could perfectly see everything. A full wallpaper view, just her body, trapped in a towel, hidden but not hidden enough to take them in.
Two big, watery watermelons with soft, mommy-like cleavage. The kind of cleavage you can bury your head into. Their thick, juicy shape said a lot about her behind, which I couldn’t quite see.
"Who is this chick?"
As she said that out loud, she tilted my head so I could see her face. Too bad my retinas were focused down.
"Look at me when I’m talking to you."
Yes, mommy. Wait, she has elf ears, that explains things.
Her hair fell in long, pale seafoam-green strands, almost silver-blue where the light caught it, framing a face so striking it seemed to still the air around it.
Her skin was fair, nearly luminous, flushed faintly at the cheeks, and her eyes — a deep, clear teal, half-lidded and calm — held an unhurried, otherworldly stillness, like she’d never once had to rush toward anything in her life.
Her ears tapered to delicate points, marking her as something other than human, and her features carried a quiet grace.
Her eyes were sharp, pale, and narrowed at me, glinting with a cold, cutting fury that most men would’ve flinched from — and something about the way her jaw set, tight and unyielding, and the faint furrow between her brows, made her look less like she was scolding me and more like she was daring me to say something else stupid.
Her expression was all edges, controlled and precise even in anger, nothing wasted, nothing soft — and yet I found myself staring anyway, caught somewhere between the urge to apologize and the absurd, inconvenient thought that–
She should be my mommy!!!!