"Is this the boy who was lying in the brush?"
Is that a woman's voice?
"Girls, don't touch him."
I can feel someone touching me.
"It's just a little, little sis."
"No."
What is this? Am I in heaven?
"His abs are defined."
Keep going, girls. I promise I won't interrupt.
"Big sis, which of these tools are best to wake him up?"
That's how I like it—my eyes are still closed.
". . ."
Why did they stop?
When I was about to open my eyes, they said to me, "Idiot, you're awake."
I found myself tied to a bed with my arms stretched out and my legs spread. I looked around the room—damn. . .
The strong light kept me from seeing clearly, but it slowly became easier. I looked up at the ceiling and saw a sign with this written on it: WE LOVE VIRGINS.
My breathing sped up.
Please, I request one minute of silence for this symbolic moment in my life.
I started crying like a baby.
Thank you, mysterious voice, for bringing me to this wonderful place. After thinking, I turned my head toward the door.
I want to go back now.
Dear father, I'm surrounded by witches in a small room. This isn't heaven—it's hell.
They look terrible: messy hair, old-fashioned clothes.
After insulting me, they started fighting.
I tried to calm them down: "Hey, why did you stop doing what you were doing? Weren't you going to wake me up?"
After they quieted down, I continued.
"Aren't you ashamed of kidnapping me just to feast on my little body?"
One of them pulled an object out of a chest, but before I could see it, she signaled her friend to cover my eyes.
She's going to castrate me. I'm lying here tied up—I can't react.
"No, please, don't cut."
I begged them to stop, but. . .
They started tickling my whole body. This is torture, not pleasure.
It went on for five minutes. If it kept going, I'd go insane.
"Hey, where's the fun part? You tied me up for this. I demand special treatment."
No one here listens to me.
Even with all this, I got a better look at the girls from a better angle. They dress poorly, but on the other hand, they've got killer bodies.
On their hats were their names: Yumi, Kokoro, Mio, and Yua.
Yumi, the oldest of the four, asked me, "What's your name, handsome?"
Hearing her sweet voice, I swallowed hard and answered, stuttering, "My name is Dorian Irovenil."
Suddenly, the ropes were cut by Kokoro, who judged me with her eyes.
"But is it over already?"
I asked. They ignored me.
"Young man, you're truly manly. My name is Yumi."
She stroked my shoulder and sent shivers through me.
The sound of laughter bothered me.
I asked Yumi, "What are they laughing at?"
"The sleeping warrior is awake."
She said that and pointed downward.
I felt embarrassed by the situation. They started whispering something.
I need to do something. If I don't act, my reputation will be ruined.
When I stood up from the bed, they screamed and covered their mouths like they'd seen a divine landscape.
Not understanding anything, I asked, "Why that shocked face, girls?"
As I moved around nonstop, I felt cold on my legs.
"It's really cold today," I commented.
Their laughter got worse. Mio seems to be the shyest of the four—she hid from me.
"What did you see under me?"
"Your pants."
Yua answered with her eyes closed.
"What's wrong with my pants?"
Kokoro grabbed a small mirror and showed it to me from far away.
My pants had fallen down. I hadn't noticed. I pulled them up quickly and walked toward them to apologize, but I tripped. They ran away.
"It's not what you think."
I called after them, but it was too late. I just got here and everything's upside down.
I'll sit here on the floor. I need to understand this situation.
I remember running from the fake princess. I jumped from the castle window to land in the fountain, but then a voice and a light appeared and invited me to something called: Asterium Reborn.
I accepted the invitation because they told me there would be women—there are women, I won't deny it, but these ugly ones are punishment.
Man, I'm sleepy. I'm going to lie down here.
"Cough, cough, I'm still here, Dorian."
I forgot about Yumi. I didn't even pull my pants up properly and I lay down like I was at home.
"Yumi, was it you who brought me here?"
It could've been her, since she's a witch. That means she used her powers and summoned me.
She breathed for a few seconds and sat down to my left. Her perfume is so good.
"You were unconscious in the brush when we found you."
So it wasn't her who summoned me. Although, when I was pretending to be asleep, they did say that.
She moved closer. We're pressed against each other.
Ah, I can't resist. I can see her cleavage, and the size reveals a bit of her breasts. I ran my hands along my neck to wipe sweat and answered, "You found me passed out—I figured you summoned me. Isn't this Asterium?"
She pulled a map from under the bed, opened it, and explained, "You're in the Zenca Forest. There are three kinds of people here: first, us, the witches; second, the orcs; and third, the men's club."
"How lucky that I didn't end up with either of those two."
I replied with a slight smile.
My hands were already in my pockets. I'm used to asking any woman to marry me.
I was so distracted. She snapped the map shut so hard it startled me.
"Dorian, you weren't lucky. If my sisters and I hadn't saved you, the orcs would've eaten you."
Despite everything, they're good people—and they're not men disguised as women. This place doesn't seem so bad.
"Yumi, thank you for saving me."
She stood up and said, "No thanks. You're going to have to pay us back."
"We witches don't go out often, but when we do, we don't go far."
She headed toward the door.
"Wait, Yumi, I have something else to ask you."
When I was about to ask about the voice and about Asterium, the bedroom door opened.
"It can't be."
I rubbed my eyes to see better.
"What can't be, Dodiran?"
They are . . .