Ashtarot always set aside time to spend with one of the three-headed dragon sisters, sometimes even all three at once.
If he didn't, they would constantly annoy and disturb him while he was working. He was weak against their persistent behavior.
The hardest punishment he ever gave was spanking Sorrush. The fact that she enjoyed it made him think twice about doing it again.
Today was Sorrel's turn. In his eyes, she was the quietest but certainly not tamed. The triplets assumed they could hide their obsession inside their mind.
It was WRONG. ASHTAROT COULD READ MIND.
Although he usually turned off that ability in crowded places to avoid the overwhelming influx of thoughts, he couldn't help but notice Sorrel's.
She was a pervert. Even Ashtarot, who didn't mind Kirzin's promiscuous antics, was flabbergasted by her fantasies. Perhaps it was because he was the subject of her desire, but it was still unsettling.
Despite this, he knew he needed to remain composed.
Approaching the door of the solarium, where Sorrel usually worked on making dolls, Ashtarot took a deep breath.
While it might seem trivial, many of the lower-level workers in the dungeon, such as cleaning staff and kitchen helpers, were actually dolls created by her.
He didn't need to knock; he could hear Sorrel's thoughts.
'AKHHH!!! ASHTAROT HERE!!! I hope he can be here forever and we can do 'that' thing all day long!!!!'
'BUT HE DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH MEEE!!!' How to make him touch me in my 'sensitive' place, huhu...'
'Should I make a love potion and give it to him? But he will punish me! '
'BUT BEING PUNISHED BY HIM IS NOT BADD!!!'
'WHAT IF HE PUNISHED ME BY LOCKED ME UP ON THE DUNGEON!!! KYAAAA~'
Ashtarot took a deep breath, trying to keep his eyebrows from furrowing. He never judged anyone for their fantasies, but Sorrel's were definitely unusual.
'Should I send her to Kirzin? Nah, that would make her worse. That dumbass would just give her his useless 'sex education'.'
After calming down, he knocked on the door and stepped in without waiting for an answer. He knew Sorrel had everything prepared in advance.
Despite her peculiarities, she was meticulous and a perfectionist. She always finished her work ahead of time and arrived earlier than everyone else.
Preparing for a tea time like this was easy for her, unlike her older sister who often messed things up.
"Ashtarot! You finally came!" Sorrel exclaimed, beaming as she welcomed him.
Ashtarot nodded and took a seat in front of her, mirroring her as she settled back into her chair.
"How's your work, Lady Sorrel?"
"Of course, everything is done! You don't need to worry!" she replied confidently.
'PLEASE PRAISE ME ASHTAROT, PLEASEE!!!! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME! PRAISE ME!'
He heard her thoughts and responded, "You did well," patting her head gently. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red.
'KKKYAAAA~ HE TOUCHED ME!!! HE TOUCHED MEE!!! MY BELOVED ASHTAROT!!! AH! AH! I CAN'T STANT IT!'
Ashtarot could tell she was horny, fidgeting in her seat. He could have turned off his mind-reading ability, but he chose not to.
The first reason was practical: he could anticipate if she planned to steal something from his office or bedroom. The second reason was more personal: it was intriguing to hear her thoughts.
He was a man, after all, and found Sorrel attractive. Her rounded breasts, probably a D-cup, and her perfectly proportioned waist made her appealing.
Any man would be interested in her, and he knew he could take advantage of her easily, but he didn't want to.
It was because the three-headed dragon sisters were not normal and he was terrified of what could happen if he was in a relationship with them.
"What about you, Ashtarot? You always work hard, aren't you tired and need a vacation?" she inquired, and holding her cup of tea trembled.
"Vacation, huh? If I do, do you want to go with me?" he teased her and gestured to the flying Japanese doll to pour his tea.
Sorrel's face was as red as a tomato, she stammered when talking, "C-can I-I?"
Oddly, her mind was silent, likely too shocked to form coherent thoughts.
He smirked. "Of course, why not?" he said, sipping his tea.
Teasing her was fun, though he couldn't do it with her two sisters. It would be a disaster since they would take it too seriously.
Sorrel fidgeted with her fingers, her mind temporarily blank. She could imagine all the things that would happen on that vacation.
They would go to the beach, and Ashtarot would praise her bikini. He would ask her to put sunscreen on his body, and she would get closer to his crotch.
Then he would hold her hand, tell her to stop, but they would already be so close, and he would kiss her, untie her bikini, and massage her breasts. She would moan, and they would do it all day long.
Her heart beating fast as she clutched it, trying to calm down. She was so sure that her face was steaming and her body squirmed.
"What happened? Are you sick?" Ashtarot asked, touching her chin, making her jolt and rise from her seat.
"I... I... I'm fine!" she stammered, backing away.
One thing about Sorrel was that she might be a pervert, but she was still a virgin.
Ashtarot kept approaching, cornering her against the wall. He leaned in close and whispered seductively, "I know you're wet down there, you naughty girl."
Her knees gave way, and she sank to the ground.