To be honest, he wasn't inclined in doing what she asked. Stephan felt as if it would give him nightmares if he chose one of them; it was as if he was told to choose between a raging fire and a terrible storm. It was just a way to choose how to die, burnt or cut into pieces.
"Listen ladies, we do not argue here. Let's find a room for negotiation," he nodded repeatedly like a robot. "You are putting me both on a tough situation. I cannot choose."
Stephan looked at both of them. Soprana was fluffy and frolicsome, dressed like a witch with a cute red dress that looked as garnet as a grenadine fruit. She had her long slim arms on her hips and her face distorted by a pouting expression, showed a generous amount of smooth legs. Her eyes examined Stephan for a moment gauging his worth then dimpled and romped with the dirndl of her dress. With the shaking of her head, her hair flied around entangling with her mantle. She moved next to Stephan and grabbed his other arm.
The boy could feel that both chests weren't of the same size. Before, Soprana's chest was a little bit bigger. He thought girls in medieval times couldn't put on bras since they didn't exist but Soprana's case made him doubt the truth about it. Maybe she had push-up bras on her and something happened and it got ruined or she lost it because of her crazy nights. Anything could happen.
"What do a push-up bra and a bag of chips have in common?" his mouth burst out unconsciously. It was a joke someone said in one of his streams. He didn't expect the others to know about it.
Soprana shook her head asking about the meaning of a push-up bra while Aurora simply stared at him with a big cringe of her face. 'Alright! It wasn't the best joke in this situation but I couldn't help it; she simply has them smaller than before. It's like those girls that keep filling their bodies with fake things,' he thought. He remembered that joke since he used to eat a lot of bags of chips. When you opened both of them, they were both half-empty.
"Alright! Can you give me space here? You are squeezing me tightly. Unlike what you thought about me before, I hate it when women get like this. It makes you look cheap."
"This isn't the point here. You gotta choose one of us."
"Nope, not a chance. You want to screw me, I am sure of that. Now get away from away."
It was the safest choice he had; if he chose Aurora, Soprana might lose it, she took her rivalry too seriously; on the other hand, if he chose Soprana, Aurora would make sure he would regret it. But thinking about it, why did he think too much about it? He wouldn't stay much in that test anymore; he already won the little contest with his supposed-to-be master. He already expressed his desire and yet she was having fun in making him choose between a fiery witch and a cold-hearted mage.
"Holy shit! What are you waiting for, Aurora? Are you expecting some kind of divine appearance to just emerge out of nowhere in front of you? What are you planning again?"
Using all his strength, he pushed her undoing her grasp. Aurora was off balance for a moment. When he finally got free from both of them, Soprana fell on her buttocks and Aurora on the other hand fell on him, dragging him down. All in one moment, she was on top of him and her hair was brushing his face ridiculously. He felt all her hair in his mouth. His tongue tried to push it away but his teeth decided to chew the thing.
"Do you want me to teach you how to lay women, dear disciple?" her finger trailed on the edge of his face, her lips with a lascivious grin spread across her face. "You are doing a poor job. It's expected since you are a virgin. Shall I help you get past that stage? I am sure you will like the other side."
Cough!
Taking a deep breath, he tried imagining her as two big watermelons but the image didn't help him, he changed instead to small melons then with his two hands, he grabbed her breasts aggressively and pushed her. He took advantage from her distraction over her boobs and jumped on his two legs.
"I can't believe you are a pedophile too."
"That doesn't apply to me, dear disciple," she was still holding her chest, it seems he exerted a little bit of force on them and they hurt. "I already know your real age. Since you seem to be taking your appearance for granted, let me tell you something; there is no magic that would help you rewind time. You are either dead or under illusion."
"Huh?" at this point, he was doubting all her words.
"Yeah! I used a special spell I specifically made for you to stop the poison from reaching your heart. Therefore, once you get rid of that poison deep within you, you will be back to the natural age of that body, or more like natural appearance," she smirked. "How does it feel to know you are so old?"
Right now, he was thinking about the lies she told him since he landed on Masmoenia; they were too man to count them. If he was old like she said, then they didn't count as pedophiles. Too bad! He thought he had something on her. Everything he did until now would come bite his ass sooner or later; if he stayed he would die quickly.
"Alright! Then can you create a pistol out of nothing?" he said, thinking about the safety of his life.
"Yeah, it's easy. Since this is my separate dimension, I can do anything," she opened her hand and a small light emerged from her palm. The light changed its appearance turning into a pistol. "Look! It's easy as ABC."
He snatched it immediately. Something told him he would need it later.