Nevaris stood before the gates of paradise. The threshold of glory.
Before him could lie the entryway to a future of bliss and debauchery. Or a hell of shame and emasculation.
Standing outside the door to his room, his hand hovered over the handle. The weight of his ordeal seemed no less significant or daunting as the 12 Labors of Hercules.
'Come on Nevaris! Open the fucking door! Don't be a pussy! Today's the day…the day I finally shed my virgin coil and ascend to the sacred ranks of manhood!'
Seconds continued to tick by as he stood frozen. His palms clammy with sweat and nerves.
'I know Cue! Just shut up for a sec, I'm mentally preparing myself. I gotta make sure my performance is perfect.'
Nevaris was speechless. The unintentional arrow striking his groin made him pale in fury.
'F-FUCK YOU! I DON'T NEED ANYTHING, MAMA AIN'T RAISE NO BITCH!'
Using a toxic mixture of shame and rage, Nevaris pushed open the door. The effort and weight feeling immeasurably heavier than ever before.
With a deep breath, he entered the threshold.
"What the?"
The first thing that greeted him was a surprisingly intact room.
The new holes in his wall and ceiling had been miraculously repaired. Their surfaces looked brand new.
"How did-"
Nevaris instantly understood. He remembered that whenever his mother was in a particularly good mood or vice versa, she would host a mansion-wide party and invite all the servants.
The result would be a house full of belligerent, rowdy drunk dragons rampaging through the halls. Without explaining too much, one can imagine how disastrous that would be for the mansion's infrastructure.
Thanking the mansion's designer silently, he looked around for the two figures he desperately wanted to see.
'Oh, the bathroom?'
Hearing the sound of running water, he began walking toward the adjourned bathroom. As he drew closer, he noticed the door was ajar–the sounds of giggling and bell-like laughter emitting from behind the wooden frame.
'This is it. Don't be a bitch, don't be a bitch, don't. Be. A bitch!' he repeated internally.
With a heavy exhale, he pushed open the door and entered the spacious bath chamber.
The scattered clothes on the floor instantly drew his attention amid the haze of steam. The sight caused him to gulp as his mouth dried.
Steeling himself, he began to remove his shirt and sandals before hooking his thumbs under the waist of his pants.
"Hahaha!"
The sound of tinkling laughter caused him to freeze. Even without seeing them, just hearing those two sirens was leading his mind astray.
'Alright Nevaris. You have already established yourself as a shameless MC, commit you pussy!'
With a decisive motion, he pulled his pants down and stood with pride.
The sight of him, pants bunched up at his ankles, cock hanging free, as he stood like a king was witnessed fully by the maid that had just entered the bath behind him.
She stood in stunned silence for about thirty seconds before expressionlessly closing the door and promptly fainting. When her friend came to get her later, she noticed the suspiciously large patch of soaked fabric around her nether region and couldn't help but wonder what had happened.
Unaware of the destruction he had caused, Nevaris entered the open chamber with confident strides.
Lilith and Ana were lying next to each other–their hair wrapped up in towels and leaning over the edge of the large pool with closed eyes, blocking the view of their bodies.
Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Lilith didn't even open her eyes as she held out a hand lazily as she continued to bath in the bliss of a much needed rinse.
"Sandora, hurry up! I need to look my best tonight if I'm gonna enslave–I mean capture darling's heart. And if this cream is as effective as you say I need it now! When he sees me, darling with have no choice but to fuck me until I'm pregnant!"
The lewd smile on her face was oddly cute to Nevaris.
Ana's eyes snapped open as she whipped her head around to face Lilith as she yelled with flushed cheeks, "L-Lilith have some decency! Talking about p-pregnancy is too soon!"
Lilith opened an eyelid leisurely as she chuckled, "Oh shut up Ana. You know you want it too~"
Ana's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for breath, but before she could respond, she noticed the naked figure standing in front of them. The smirk on his face looked incredibly irritating.
"N-Nevaris!?" she squealed.
Lilith's body went rigid for a moment. Then she slowly raised her head and just a single look into her black, soulless eyes showed that she had not at all forgotten the revelation from earlier.
But before she could even get the curses off the tip of her tongue, she came face to face with what she initially believed to be a large mushroom.
"What are you–"
Then it registered. The smell. The shape. The way it pulsed and slightly hardened under her small breaths.
"Oh? Ohhhh…." she said softly as her eyes lost the black whirlpools and began morphing into hearts.
"Sorry to interrupt ladies. Mind if I join you?"
Lilith/Ana: "*gulp*"
…
"Ahhhhh! This is the life."
Nevis sat in the pool with both girls on either side of him.
As the warmth of the heated water lapped against his waist he looked over at the towels wrapped around the two girls.
"So do you two normally wear towels in the bath? Cause that isn't gonna work for me," he said without an ounce of shame.
Their faces reddened even more at his words as Ana spoke up first.
"N-No, we bathed earlier. We were j-just having a spa day by Sandora's suggestion a-and we were about to get out."
Lilith's reply was more aggressive, but equally as cutely flustered.
"W-What the hell does it matter to you!? I-I–W-We'll do what we want! You can't do shit about it."
Nevaris chuckled as he kissed the top of her head, "Yes, yes, my little porcupine is right~"
[Lilith down]
Turning to Ana he whispered into her ear in a velvety voice, nipping at the tip of her crimson ear.
"But my little mouse will listen to me, right~?"
[Double kill]
Seeing their flushed faces and the steam practically rising from their overheated heads he let out a low, mischievous chuckle.
The sudden voice breaking through the intimate moment made Nevaris jolt.
'C-Cue what the hell!? You're still here??' he screamed internally.
Feeling his tension, Ana left her comfortable position on his shoulder and asked worriedly, "Are you okay, Nevaris?"
"Y-Yeah! Never better!" he said hurriedly.
At that point even Lilith was looking at him with a questioning gaze.
'Well, now or never I guess.'
Under their curious eyes, he wrapped an arm around each of their waists and lifted them into his lap with startled yelps.
Ana: "N-Nevaris!?"
Lilith: "W-What are you doing i-idiot!?"
"Girls."
His voice, firm yet gentle, was all it took. Ana's ocean-like eyes settled on him with quiet dependence. Lilith stopped struggling, her amethyst eyes searching his face, his heart shaped pupils thrumming with obsession and adoration.
Neither said anything. Just waited for him to speak, every part of their being focusing on what he would say like it was a divine decree.
Letting the weight of their gazes sink into him, his usual composure wore thin as something far more vulnerable came through. The chamber was quiet–not harsh or cold–but a warm, safe quiet that wrapped itself around the three of them.
He looked at them–really looked, without pretense or deflection–and whatever hesitation lingered in him began to steady.
"I don't think I've ever said this properly," he continued. "Not in a way that matters."
A breath left him, slow and grounding.
"For as long as I can remember, I've wanted something I could never quite reach. Not power. Not status. Just…" he paused, searching, then shook his head faintly. "A place. People. Something that was mine–not because I could take it or it was handed to me, but because it chose me back."
His voice lowered quieter now, stripped of everything but sincerity.
"A family."
The word lingered in the air, fragile and heavy all at once.
His eyes softened as they moved between the two of them, something warmer settling into his expression.
"And now…without me knowing it…you became the answer."
He let out a small breath, almost a laugh, though there was no humor in it–only disbelief at his own honesty.
"You both did."
There was no grand gesture, no flourish–just truth, laid bare.
"I love you."