Late in the evening, Haruto finally collapsed onto the floor of Luna's room like a broken marionette, chest heaving as he wiped thick beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
"I… am… exhausted," he gasped, voice breathless and defeated, looking like he had just survived a marathon run by a sadistic personal trainer.
Luna sat regally on the edge of the bed right in front of him, her body a living temptation. The thin white vest was stretched so tightly over her enormous tits that it looked one deep breath away from total surrender. Below, her dolphin shorts were fighting for their lives, stretched obscenely across her thick, milky thighs and the massive, round globes of her huge ass that threatened to tear the fabric apart at any moment.
"You are very hardworking, Puppy," she praised in a confident, almost proud tone. Without warning, she lifted her right leg and casually rested it on Haruto's shoulder, her smooth, thick thigh pressing warmly against the side of his face.
Haruto's eyes instinctively drifted along the soft, creamy expanse of her leg, tracing the generous curve of her inner thigh.
"Where are you looking at, Puppy?" Luna asked energetically, licking her glossy lips in a slow, seductive motion. She leaned forward deliberately, her massive tits hanging heavily right above him, the deep, inviting cleavage on full display like a hypnotic valley.
Haruto forced his gaze upward to her face and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Don't waste my time. I still need to clean the other nasty areas in this dorm," he said, trying to sound confident and manly despite being pinned under her leg.
Luna's smile turned wicked. In one fluid motion, she stood up, pushed him flat onto his back, and straddled his chest. She spread her legs wide on either side of his face, her thick thighs framing his head like a luxurious trap. Her enormous ass settled heavily on his sternum, the heat of her body radiating through the thin shorts.
"I just want to have some more fun, Puppy," she said brightly, reaching down to gently caress his flushed cheeks with her fingers, her touch teasing and possessive.
Haruto stared straight up between her legs, then higher at the way her huge tits loomed over him like twin mountains. "You already rode me like a horse… now what else do you want?" he asked, his voice dripping with annoyed exasperation.
Luna smiled down at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She pressed her thumb softly against his lips and began grinding it in slow, seductive circles, the motion unmistakably suggestive.
"You're doing great, Puppy," she cooed. "Since you behaved so well today, I'll let you go… for now." She stood up gracefully, towering over his sprawled form with an energetic grin. "Tomorrow, stay ready for more work. Good night, my little horse-puppy."
Haruto scrambled to his feet the moment she turned away and rushed out of the room like his life depended on it.
"That was very dangerous…" he muttered, breathing heavily, his heart still racing from the close encounter with Luna's overwhelming curves.
He barely made it a few steps down the corridor when Solara appeared, her posture straight, serious, and commanding. Her mere presence made the hallway feel smaller.
"What are you doing here, Haruto?" she asked, tilting her head with a genuinely confused look.
Haruto forced a dramatically bright smile, wiping more sweat from his face. "Nothing! I just finished cleaning Luna's room," he replied hesitantly, trying not to sound like a man who had just been used as furniture.
Solara crossed her arms under her own huge, heavy tits, pushing them up noticeably as she scanned his sweaty, disheveled body with a critical eye. "Why don't you go take a bath? I'll tell Elara to finish cooking dinner. Then we can all rest."
Haruto nodded quickly. "I understand. But… can you tell me where my room is?"
Solara tilted her head again, blinking innocently. "You don't have a separate room. Since you are the Holder, you have to live with your Source. That means you'll be sleeping and living in my room from now on."
Haruto's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "What… with you?!" he gasped, voice cracking in pure shock.
Solara gave him a small, calm smile, completely unfazed. "Now go bathe. Tomorrow we'll buy you new clothes. Until then, you'll have to stay in your underwear. Your old clothes were completely torn apart during the transformation… and honestly, you're smelling quite badly right now."
She turned and walked away with commanding grace, leaving no room for argument.
Haruto stared after her, then let out a soft, calm sigh, a small genuine smile creeping onto his face. "She is a very good woman… just like Miss Elara," he murmured to himself, feeling a tiny spark of relief in the sea of humiliation.
Shaking his head, he trudged toward the bathroom, already dreading whatever fresh chaos tonight would bring.
Haruto stopped in front of the bathroom door, still catching his breath from the day's endless humiliations. He pushed it open with a tired sigh—only to freeze mid-step. His eyes locked onto a boy roughly his own age standing inside, casually brushing his teeth like he owned the place.
"Who the hell are you?!" Haruto gasped, his brain short-circuiting. The shock hit him like a truck. He let out a dramatic shout and collapsed backward onto the floor in a heap, arms and legs flailing like a cartoon character who just saw a ghost.
Rapid footsteps echoed down the corridor. Solara and Luna came running, concern flashing across their faces.
"What happened, Puppy?" Luna asked, her voice unusually worried as she skidded to a stop beside him, her massive tits bouncing heavily from the sudden sprint, straining her tight vest even more.
Haruto sat up shakily and pointed a trembling finger toward the bathroom. "This… this boy!" he said hesitantly, still processing the betrayal.
Solara met his wide-eyed gaze, then glanced calmly inside at the intruder. "This is Asuto Horiame," she said in her usual straightforward, no-nonsense tone, as if introducing the weather.
Haruto slowly climbed to his feet, staring at the other boy with growing indignation. "Why didn't you tell me there was another boy member in this squad?!" he demanded, his voice turning aggressive and accusatory.
Luna flashed a big, confident smile, completely unfazed. "Oh, this boy? He's basically useless," she said cheerfully, waving a dismissive hand. "He's just a caretaker sent by the Demon Corporation. That's why we didn't bother mentioning him. You're the useful one, Puppy—like an actual team member!" She reached over and gave Haruto a hard, enthusiastic pat on the back that nearly knocked him forward again.
Haruto shot Asuto a small pout mixed with betrayal. "You should've told me these things earlier…"
Solara offered a small, almost apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. We forgot. So many things happened in just one day, and we were all busy," she explained before turning and walking away with her usual commanding posture.
Luna gave Haruto a playful wink before rushing off toward her room, her huge ass swaying hypnotically in those tight dolphin shorts.
Haruto muttered under his breath as he stepped into the bathroom, "You're another boy, hmm…"
Asuto looked at him with an energetic, friendly grin. "Yes! It looks like they finally got themselves a real Holder," he said happily, clearly intrigued.
Haruto rolled his eyes dramatically and started stripping off his clothes without ceremony, tossing them aside before stepping into the bathtub. "If you're the caretaker, what exactly were you doing all this time while I was cleaning the entire dorm like an actual slave?" he asked, fixing Asuto with a serious, deadpan stare.
Asuto smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Well… I saw you coming and figured since Holders get treated like slaves anyway, I could take one day off. You seemed to have it covered…"
Haruto suddenly grabbed Asuto by the shoulder and forced him to meet his gaze, eyes burning with deadly seriousness. "You have no idea how many insane things happened to me today. These girls are very strange. Don't you think so?"
Asuto swallowed hard, looking slightly intimidated. "I… I don't know what you're talking about. Toward me, they've always been super strict. I sleep in a tiny room and they barely even talk to me," he replied with an innocent, almost pitiful tone.
Haruto stepped back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as the pieces clicked into place. "This means… all these things are only happening to me," he muttered, a mix of horror and resignation in his voice.
Asuto's face brightened again. "In that case, I should also take a leave for one day!" he declared confidently.
Haruto's hand shot out, grabbing Asuto's shoulder once more and yanking him closer. "Don't you even think about leaving, or I will kill you and bury your grave right under this bathtub," he growled, then shoved him back.
Asuto smiled hesitantly, raising both hands in surrender. "Sorry… I was just getting really bored doing all these chores every day."
Haruto sank deeper into the bathtub with a heavy sigh, the warm water doing little to wash away the chaos of the day. At least now he knew he wasn't completely alone in this madhouse… though judging by Asuto's quick attempt to slack off, solidarity was going to be hard to come by.
After a while, Haruto shuffled toward the dining table wearing nothing but his tight underwear, his body still aching from the day's endless chores and humiliations. The fabric clung uncomfortably, but after everything he'd endured, modesty felt like a distant luxury.
"You finally came," Elara said softly, her gentle voice cutting through the quiet room like a warm breeze.
Haruto nodded wearily and dropped into the nearest chair, shoulders slumped, looking utterly drained. "Yeah…"
Elara's eyes softened with concern as she studied his tired face. "You're not looking well at all," she murmured, quickly serving a generous plate of dinner in front of him. The aroma of warm food rose invitingly, a small comfort after the chaos.
Lisa shot him a sharp side glance from across the table. She crossed her arms, her posture strict and unyielding. "He's just a slave, and that's great — he actually completed today's work," she stated flatly, her tone leaving no room for sympathy.
Haruto's exhaustion boiled over. He slammed his hand on the table with a loud thud, eyes flashing with aggression. "Am I a slave, or do you just want to dump all your work on me even though you know Asuto ran away?!"
Lisa flinched slightly at the sudden outburst but quickly fixed her gaze on her own plate. "Eat your dinner," she replied coldly. "I don't want to fight with a slave at dinner time." She picked up her chopsticks and began eating without another word.
Elara smiled kindly and placed a steaming cup of soup in front of Haruto. "Have your dinner, Haruto," she said in her soft, nurturing tone, her presence alone easing some of the tension in the room.
Luna leaned forward with an energetic smile, sliding a plate of fresh sushi toward him. "Eat up! This is really tasty," she said confidently, her usual playful spark returning.
Haruto looked at her, momentarily shocked by the unexpected kindness. "Uh… thanks," he replied hesitantly, a small, awkward smile tugging at his lips.
Solara walked over and set a glass of juice beside his plate. "Do you want juice, or would you prefer beer?" she asked, trying to sound serious but failing to hide the subtle softness in her eyes.
Haruto managed a genuine smile as he started eating. The flavors hit him all at once. "Thanks… that's enough for me," he said, then exclaimed energetically, "This is very tasty!" For the first time that day, his face lit up with real delight, the simple meal bringing a spark of joy back into his exhausted expression.
Just then, Asuto slipped into the room with a small yawn. "I'm back, Ma'am," he announced casually.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. Solara drew her sword in one smooth motion and pointed the blade directly at Asuto's eyes, her voice heavy and deadly serious. "May I ask… where were you since noon?"
Lisa fixed him with a strict, deadly gaze. Luna added with commanding coldness, "I hope you know the city is 100 kilometers away from here. Even if you die, we can just say some demons attacked you… and we'll get a new, better caretaker."
Asuto stared at the gleaming blade inches from his face, sweat beading on his forehead. "I… und… understand," he stammered hesitantly, voice trembling.
Solara slowly pulled her sword back, her expression remaining stern. "Don't do it again," she warned strictly before sliding back into her chair with commanding grace.
The six of them finally settled around the table and began eating in relative peace. Luna, reverting to her energetic self, piled more sushi onto Haruto's plate with a bright grin. "You should have more sushi, Puppy. You worked hard today."
Solara smiled gently as she filled another glass of juice for him. "It's great to have a new member like you, Haruto," she said warmly, her usual commanding presence softening into something almost sisterly.
Luna nodded in agreement, though her tone turned a bit more serious. "That's right. But we can't get distracted. There have been many demon sightings in the northern area, and we have to take care of them."
Solara looked at her with a small, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Luna. We can handle them. And now that we're more powerful with Haruto here, things will be different."
Haruto ate quietly, listening to their words. Despite the earlier tension and his "slave" status, a strange warmth settled in his chest. For the first time since arriving, he felt like he might actually belong somewhere — even if it was in the middle of this chaotic, dangerous squad. Elara's concerned glances, Luna's playful servings, and Solara's quiet approval made the exhausting day feel a little less heavy.
As the group continued eating, the room filled with the soft clinking of chopsticks and the low hum of conversation. Haruto glanced around the table, a small, tired but hopeful smile forming on his face. Maybe… just maybe… this crazy dorm could start feeling like home.
After the dinner, the clinking of chopsticks faded into comfortable silence. Solara stood up with a soft, commanding expression, her posture still radiating quiet authority. "Let's sleep. We have work again tomorrow."
Luna nodded and rose dramatically, stretching her arms high above her head. The motion made her massive tits thrust forward, straining her tight vest to the absolute limit as if the fabric might explode in protest. "Good night, everyone~" she sang cheerfully before sauntering off, hips swaying.
Elara and Lisa followed more softly, heading toward their rooms. Elara paused and turned to Haruto with a calm, gentle smile. "Let's go, Haruto."
Haruto nodded, a mix of nervousness and exhaustion in his eyes. "Yo…" he mumbled, trailing after her like a tired puppy.
Inside Solara's room, a delicate jasmine scent immediately wrapped around him like a warm embrace. Haruto inhaled deeply, his voice dreamy. "That's… very fresh and refreshing."
Solara's sharp eyes flicked downward, lingering on his tight underwear that left very little to the imagination. Without a word, she walked toward the bathroom. "I'll change quickly. You can sleep on the bed for now. We'll buy you proper clothes tomorrow."
Haruto nodded obediently and sat on the edge of her large, luxurious bed. The mattress was incredibly soft, practically swallowing him in comfort. He ran his hand over the silky sheets and glanced around at the polished trophies and weapons displayed on the shelves. "This room is so clean and comfortable…" he muttered. Then, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "Looks like Miss Solara is really powerful."
The bathroom door swung open with a soft click. Solara stepped out wearing an extremely tight vest and tiny dolphin shorts that were clearly two sizes too small. The thin fabric was stretched obscenely across her curvaceous body, threatening to burst at any second. Her enormous tits spilled heavily from the sides of the vest, deep cleavage on full display, while her thick, milky thighs and massive, round ass made the shorts ride up dangerously high, the material digging into her soft flesh.
"Let's sleep," she said confidently, closing the door behind her with a decisive click.
Haruto's cheeks instantly burned bright red. His eyes widened as he took in the sight — her huge, jiggling tits, those powerful thighs, and the hypnotic sway of her massive ass. "Uh… yes…" he stammered, quickly trying to look away while his brain short-circuited.
Solara climbed onto the bed with graceful confidence and lay down beside him. She turned toward him, her calm expression softening just a fraction. "You are part of the 13th Squad now, Haruto. You mean a lot to us."
Haruto gasped slightly, turning to face her with genuine confusion. "Me…?"
Solara reached out and gently caressed his cheek, her touch surprisingly tender. "Now… you are part of me. Since you are my Holder." She gave a small smile and pulled the blanket over both of them.
The moment the blanket settled, Haruto felt the overwhelming warmth of her body. Without thinking, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling himself closer. His face pressed crazily between her enormous, soft tits, the deep, pillowy valley completely engulfing his cheeks and nose. The scent of her skin mixed with jasmine made his head spin.
"You are also part of us," Solara whispered softly, looking down at him.
But Haruto was already drifting off, exhausted from the day's endless torments. His body instinctively cuddled closer, face buried deeper into her massive cleavage like it was the world's most comfortable pillow. A thin trail of drool escaped the corner of his mouth, smearing warmly against her soft skin.
Solara glanced down at the sight — this so-called "strong man" who had spent the day being ridden like a horse and smothered like a cushion, now peacefully drooling between her tits like a contented baby. A soft, almost affectionate smile touched her lips.
"You already fell asleep… you really had a lot of work today," she murmured, gently caressing the top of his head with slow, soothing strokes.
Haruto only responded by nuzzling even deeper, his arms tightening around her waist as if afraid she might disappear. His muffled breathing created warm little vibrations against her breasts.
"Goodnight, everyone…" Solara whispered to the quiet room, a hint of amusement in her voice. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of her new Holder lull her into sleep, while Haruto continued his shameless, unconscious cuddling — face lost in tit heaven, drooling happily like the luckiest (and most humiliated) slave in the world.
The jasmine-scented room fell silent, filled only with the soft sounds of two bodies pressed together under the blanket, the chaos of the day finally giving way to an oddly intimate night.