Jett woke once more atop a mound of soft cushions.
He turned his head and found his two maids already at his side. Beyond them, the vast window stood open, the setting sun staining the sapphire ocean crimson. It slipped toward the horizon. The sight of those contrasting maids, both smiling against that fiery backdrop, reminded Jett just how drastically his life had changed.
Given how high I can climb as the Warden, I'm still nowhere near my peak. Even so, I already feel blessed—and buzzed.
"Good afternoon, you two," he said, pushing himself upright.
"Good afternoon, Master Jett," Mia replied, bowing low.
"Good afternoon, Master," Noctlisa echoed, mirroring the head maid.
"What have you two been up to?" he asked, scooting to the edge of the bed.
From the corner of his eye he noticed the pillows and sheets on his emperor‑sized bed were fresh and spotless. Sleeping in linens soaked with his and Noctlisa's juices would've been disgusting—yet this wasn't the first time he'd awakened in clean bedding.
"Is that some built‑in feature of the bed?" he asked.
Mia smiled. "It isn't, Master Jett. You sleep so deeply after intercourse that we can swap the linens without disturbing you."
"Master's eyes didn't so much as flicker while we fixed your posture—not even a damn twitch," Noctlisa said, pride edging her rough tone. "That trust honors me, Master."
"We're family now, remember?" His words made both women blush.
In this world every maid belongs—body and soul—to the lord of the house. The position is lucrative and coveted, but the price is total submission. Thanks to that same tradition, this chamber's enchantments let me refine mana through sex and keep going for hours.
I still have so much to learn.
My new stats, untaken Gifts, how to fight in sync with my maids, and the wider world itself—the dullahans, the Harbinger, the Chronicler... First things first.
"This room lets us romp for hours," he said, "but I'm the one who sleeps forever afterward. Did you two get real rest?"
"Yes, Master," Mia answered. "Until the mansion unlocks more functions, our workload is light."
Noctlisa nodded.
"You enjoy the downtime?"
"I did not," Mia confessed. "I waited until you finished, then hurried back the moment the mansion notified me that you'd fallen asleep."
"There's a notification?" Jett blinked.
"Yes! As head maid, I'm alerted whenever Master Jett completes a task so I can tend to you at once."
She's downright thrilled. Hard to complain about that, huh?
"I changed the sheets," Mia went on, "then Noctlisa woke and helped me."
"Aye," the dullahan confirmed.
"After that we waited at your side," Noctlisa finished, chin high with pride.
"Seriously?" Jett frowned. "Are you two dense?"
Shock rippled through them. Mia clutched her chest, horror widening her crimson eyes. Noctlisa stiffened, hands at her sides, ready for punishment.
"How have I failed you, Master Jett?" Mia pleaded.
"You haven't—that's the problem." He scratched the back of his head. "We're just getting started, and yeah, I need to unlock more of the mansion, but that doesn't mean you should stand here like statues while I snore. Go live a little. When I wake, I can call for you."
"Ah…"
"Oh."
Both women exhaled in relief. Mia straightened and nodded.
Jett hopped to his feet and rolled his neck. "Let's take a stroll."
Mia slipped an arm through his and beamed, clearly delighted. Noctlisa froze, half‑lidded eyes locked on them. Jett glanced back at his dullahan.
Mia fell for me after our first time, but Noctlisa's different. I have her body—now I need her heart.
"I expect my maids to relax and be honest here," he said. "That starts with me. Right now I'd love to be flanked by two gorgeous women."
Noctlisa's mouth twitched. After a beat she stepped in, looping her arm through his other elbow.
"All clear, Master—right as rain."
Jett grinned.
Mia likes to mash her chest against my arm—and look, Noctlisa's copying her. Guess I should pull Mia even closer.
He wrapped his forearm around Mia's waist. Her eyes shone with pleasure.
Then he did what he felt best for Noctlisa.
His hand slid beneath her skirt, fingers sinking into a firm buttock. He kneaded it, slow and possessive.
Noctlisa glanced up, gold‑flecked eyes smoldering. She leaned her small head against his arm and sighed. Her horsetail swished behind her.
So damn good! I missed out big‑time by not getting girlfriends sooner.