Life was good at the haunted mansion castle that served as the zombie queen’s, Mariet’s, base and the final level of the spooky zone.

Though, things didn’t exactly go as planned.

We ended up taking a break from the tower defense game to just sort of all do our own things. Window popped up every now and then to remind me that the plan wasn’t working because Vala and the others felt no more inspired than usual to speed through the battles in an attempt to come and “rescue” me, so we all just ended up lazing around.

Vala and everybody else back at our home base were, according to Window, relaxing and enjoying life. They even got an inflatable pool for everybody. Apparently, the dog sisters loved it the most and would play with Luca in it for hours every day. As for Vala herself, I heard that she set up an umbrella and chair next to the pool so that she could still hang out around the others without getting a tan.

“True gamers never let their skin tan,” Vala said, according to Window. “Tans are for normies.”

As for me, I was also enjoying life. I had to admit that it was kind of nice having a break from an entire group of girlfriends who always wanted attention, a daughter, and the pressure of having to fight through tower defense battles because there were other girls waiting on the maps to be claimed and added to our growing relationship.

Instead of dealing with all of that, it was just me, Mariet, and her fluffy bat butler, Claire.

Now, before, I thought that any man would probably be jealous of me. I mean, I had multiple, incredible girlfriends who loved me, wanted to spend time with me but were also capable of giving me space, and they were attractive, funny, overall enjoyable, and willing to do lewd things with me. I also had a caring, obedient daughter who listened, loved me, and had a ton of fun with me.

But staying with Mariet and Claire made me realize what men would truly be jealous of.

The mansion was haunted with ghosts occasionally poking out of furniture and things being lifted up on their own and whatnot, but they were friendly ghosts and the objects that were supernaturally lifted on their own were usually putting themselves back where they belonged to keep the place clean.

As for Claire… well, where to even start?

Claire was incredibly attractive. She wasn’t actually a bat so much as she was a vampire who could turn into a giant, fluffy bat. But even when she was in her human form, she kept a layer of bat fluff around her neck. As for the rest of her, she was sharp, professional… and ridiculously hot when she wanted to be. She dressed in a way that never showed much skin which made her appear professional and proper, but all it took was the slightest hint of skin for her to remind us that she had the body of a sex goddess underneath her clothes.

Bright, red eyes. Short, blonde hair. A sharp, womanly face, and an hourglass figure that was thick and exceptionally top heavy.

And that was just how she looked.

Her personality was what would really make any man jealous and want to be in my position.

Claire was… incredibly horny, for a lack of better words. There was nothing either of us could do that didn’t result in her offering sexual favors in one way or another.

If I wanted to garden in the courtyard at the haunted mansion castle, she offered to service me or put herself on display for me while I worked.

If I wanted to take a bath, she offered to join me in it to bathe me by rubbing her bare, soapy body against me.

If I was eating dinner at the table after she spent hours preparing it, and she was an incredible cook, she would offer to get on her knees underneath the table to taste me while I taste her cooking.

Even sleeping in bed together at night with her and Mariet always resulted in her either bringing my hands to her breasts or making me use her chest as a pillow. And if neither of those happened? Then I would either feel her grinding back against me to get me excited and then she would offer to help me “calm down,” or she would cuddle up against me from behind with her hands that had a habit of feeling around my crotch even as she was “asleep.”

Then there was the way she would wake me up every morning with her body between my legs covered up by the covers.

And on top of all of that, she was willing to do—well, literally anything. She would do any sexual thing, she would cook any recipe I could ever dream of asking for, she did all the chores and was proud to do so, massaged my back, feet, and shoulders every night, and she was basically just always around in general to immediately and fervently satisfy any and every request that either me or Mariet could ever have.

Claire was truly the most powerful butler in all of existence.

She would also turn into her bat form to let me cuddle her fluff every now and then, even though I was supposed to be on a break from fluff to indulge in my new addiction to women’s breasts.

And that was just the treatment I got from Claire.

There was still Mariet, the zombie maid queen, in the haunted mansion castle with us, and she—well, she tried her best in an incredibly endearing way.

Mariet was great. Her body was more on the petite side of things albeit still with a sizable chest comparable to Delphi’s but smaller than Claire’s, but she appealed to a totally different niche. She had long, black hair that contrasted against Claire’s short, blonde hair. Mariet, despite speaking so slowly and generally looking like she had zero energy while also often drooling everywhere as if she was half asleep on a constant basis, was also a very playful girl as things turned out.

And very cuddly.

Extremely cuddly.

Separation anxiety issues cuddly.

Now that Mariet got used to having me around, she refused to ever let me be away from her. Whether it was detaching one of her fingers to keep it in my pocket, popping her head off and making me carry it around since she walked too slowly to keep up with me on her own, or even detaching one of her hands to hold my shoulder with wherever I went, she always made sure to stay with me in some way.

It was kind of cute. She didn’t demand attention or anything, she just wanted to always be near me. She usually stayed quiet and never tried getting in my way as long as she was near me at all.

Of course, I had to let her bite me every now and then.

Or rather, I had to let her use her mouth on me every now and then.

As I discovered, Mariet didn’t just love biting. She loved having things in her mouth in general, or even just using it in general. Biting, kissing, licking, sucking—all of it was equal to her. She just so happened to default to biting. But as soon as I discovered that she loved using her mouth in general—well, she ended up always helping Claire wake me up in the mornings.

I could also always tell whenever Mariet was in the mood since she would lift her head up off of her neck and hand it over to me with her tongue hanging out.

The only downside of her love for all things oral was that she, honestly, wasn’t that smart. Once she found out how much I loved the sucking side of things rather than the biting side of things, she would try to suck on my arm whenever she wanted attention, suck on my lips whenever we kissed, and even tried sucking on her food no matter what it was.

But still, it was endearing.

She just needed some better training.

Aside from that, Mariet was also a sweet, caring girl. Very proper, too. She never really talked about herself and answered most questions with simple answers, but she always put others first. Probably too much. Of course, Claire was the same way, but the specifics of how they each acted were different.

Claire was more… fetishistic. She very, very clearly enjoyed the role of a submissive butler who was constantly being used for sexual purposes whenever she wasn’t doing housework. Mariet, on the other hand, didn’t exactly seem to get that into it when it came to housework and serving. She simply acted like she genuinely believed she was supposed to be that way. Like it was her purpose in life. Honestly, it was a bit concerning, but she seemed happy even so.

The point is that I had an incredible, relaxing, often lewd time with Claire and Mariet.

Now, after about a week and a half of spending time with them, life was as good as ever.

I was sitting in the haunted mansion castle’s study with a fireplace roaring against the wall, Mariet’s head sitting on my lap, a glass of whiskey next to a book on the table next to me, and Claire now getting onto her knees in front of me since it was what we always did after dinner the past few days.

Dinner was steak and wine, too.

“My queen,” Claire said, “it is time for us to service our lord. Ah, and pardon me for asking again, but are you both sure dinner was to your liking? I cannot help but to feel that I overcooked the steak. You see, my queen is not used to cooked food as she prefers everything… raw.”

That was something else about Claire.

She had two moods. Horny and punny. They sometimes overlapped, but usually didn’t. But if there was an easy opportunity for something whenever she was in either mood, she wasn’t going to pass it up.

“It was delicious,” I answered.

Mariet nodded and grumbled, “Very… good. But… needed more… blood.”

“My queen, I have told you numerous times now that the ‘blood’ you see when eating steak is not actually blood.”

Mariet opened her eyes and wore an expression of shock and betrayal on her face. “I’ve… been lied to… my whole life…”

“I have told you this several times now.”

“But… I keep hoping… it will stop being true.”

“I apologize, my queen, but simply hoping that something will stop being true just because you hope so will not actually make it true.”

“I hoped… that I could spend… more time with… Drake, and now… it came… true.”

It was whenever Mariet said such things that I couldn’t help but to pet the top of her head. She could be incredibly bold and lewd at times, but she was also beyond sweet. “You know,” I said, “Vala’s told me a bunch of times that love is the most powerful thing in the universe. Even more powerful than entropy, I think. So, if you pour all your love into the hope of it actually being real blood in steaks, then it might become real blood.”

Mariet sighed and shook her head on my lap. “I… can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because then… I wouldn’t… be able to give you, and Claire… and everybody else… my love. And I would… rather love all of you… than real blood in… steak.”

She was too sweet.

“And… even if… steak blood isn’t real… at least… the filling… inside your thing… is.”

And lewd. Very lewd.

“I agree, my queen,” Claire said. “So long as our lord’s ‘filling’ is real, it is all we truly need in our lives. Now, for our dessert, would you like to begin on preparing it?”

Mariet nodded and rolled her head onto its side, biting onto my pants’ zipper to pull it down with her teeth as Claire moved closer between my legs with her hands on my knees.

Life was too good for somebody like me. All I ever wanted to do was garden, occasionally play video games, and that was pretty much it. I never wanted for anything else.

But now?

Now I… fell onto my ass as a bright, clear sky hung over me. Instead of the leather arms of the chair I was sitting in, I felt the usual grass underneath my hands.

And then I felt something else familiar as a certain somebody tackle-hugged me onto my back with her tail wagging in the air behind her.

“Master! You’re back! Master’s back!” Delphi shouted before sniffing me. Her inquisitive nose then kept moving lower and lower until it was right over my crotch. “Master smells… like other women! And the scent is super strong here! Master, what were they doing to have their scent all over you right here?”

Yeah, DRAKE. What WERE they doing? I sure do wonder what you possibly could have been doing with those women in that castle without any of us there to supervise you.

I SURE DO WONDER WHAT THE FATHER OF MY CHILD HAS BEEN UP TO WHILE I’VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF LUCA ALL BY MYSELF

“But! But! Luca’s been playing with us the whole week! You’ve just been playing games on your phone!”

I raised my eyebrows at Window and looked at her with a smug smile. “Well, Window? What were you doing this whole time?”

li-listen… it’s not fair if you’re the only one who gets to take a vacation.

I patted the top of Window’s rectangular form and then asked, “Did you have to bring me back here so suddenly?”

That wasn’t me. I was enjoying my gacha waifus without you around.

“Then who was it?”

A pair of hands reached over my head from behind to cover up my eyes. “It was me!” the mysterious owner of the hands asked. “Betcha can’t guess who I am, hehe.”

“Vala.”

“H-how?! I—I mean, nope! I’m… I’m totally not Vala,” Vala said.

“I guess I can’t tell Vala how much I love her then.”

“I’m Vala!” She took her hands away from my eyes and pointed at herself as she leaned her head over my own. “See?! One hundred percent cute dragon gf waifu, Vala, at your service!”

“I love you.”

“Hehehe… I love you too.”

“So, why’d you bring me back?”

“I missed you.”

Her stomach growled.

I looked up at her and she looked away.

“Vala,” I said.

“Ye-yes, my dearest, loving, super hot, awesome boyfriend?” Vala replied.

“I’m going to make a wild guess about why you brought me back here. Let me know if I’m right.”

“I—I brought you back because I love you and missed you.”

“Uh-huh. Alright. Here’s my guess. You brought me back here because you’re hungry for something good, Window only spawns good food into existence whenever we clear a battle, she hasn’t been spawning anything other than the bare basic minimum amount of food required to survive because she’s trying to use that as a bargaining chip to get you to do the battles, and now you’re so hungry and desperate for real, good food that you’ve brought me back here because you’re going to make me fight another battle right now.”

“I… I love you. A-a-and, I missed you. And…” Her stomach growled again. “And… I’m really, really hungry…”

“Tonight, after the battle, I’m taking from you what I was about to get from Claire and Mariet, and you’re going to wake me up with it, too, for summoning me here so suddenly.”

“What—what was that?”

“You’ll find out. Also, send Window to explain what’s going on since now I feel bad that I was randomly taken away from them like that.”

“You—you’re a lot more bossy now… I… I kinda like it.”

“Oh. One more thing.”

“What?”

I reached my hands up and grabbed Vala’s breasts through her shirt. “Yeah, these are nice. But I’m going to need to feel them some more, and without the shirt in the way.”

Vala, with reddened cheeks, looked like she didn’t know whether she should feel more surprised or excited.

But considering that she liked me being bossy and looked visibly excited from me groping her, I figured I should really do it more often. Not just to her, but to all of my girlfriends.

Now that I experienced what it was like to indulge in hedonistic pleasure where I could do whatever I wanted to Claire and Mariet whenever I wanted, I needed more of that in my life.

A new arc in life was beginning for me, and it would be one full of groping my girlfriends’ chests all the time.

And there was about to be many more nighttime activities with all my girlfriends.