The tavern had grown quiet. Most guests had already gone to their rooms, leaving only the soft crackle of the dying fireplace and the distant murmur of night insects outside.
Hiroto sat at their usual corner table, staring at the last few bites of his meal. His appetite had disappeared somewhere between the training session and the moment he realized what he was about to do.
Sylvara sat across from him, calmly sipping the last of her wine, her posture straight and composed as always. Alyra sat right beside him, her thigh pressed warmly against his under the table, occasionally brushing a little too deliberately.
The silence stretched until Hiroto finally spoke, his voice lower than usual.
"I… I want to test the skill more seriously. Not in the clearing. Somewhere private. Just the three of us."
Sylvara set her cup down slowly, her sharp eyes locking onto his.
"Private how?"
Hiroto swallowed.
"Somewhere no one can interrupt us. No eyes, no ears."
Alyra's tail flicked with clear excitement. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.
"Ooh… now we're talking. The private bath behind the tavern is empty tonight. Steam, hot water, less clothes… sounds perfect for testing commands, don't you think?"
Sylvara studied him for a long moment, then gave a single, slow nod.
"The bath it is. But once we step inside, there's no turning back. Are you sure?"
Hiroto's heart was hammering, but he forced himself to meet their eyes.
"I'm sure."
They finished eating in charged silence. Every accidental touch under the table, every glance felt heavier than before.
When they finally stood up and headed toward the back door, the cool night air did nothing to calm the heat rising in Hiroto's chest. The short walk to the secluded outdoor bath felt endless.
The wooden fence surrounded a small, steaming pool. Lanterns cast a warm, dim light over the water.
They stepped into the changing area and undressed partially, keeping only thin undergarments. The warm mist wrapped around them as they stepped into the hot water.
Hiroto's heart pounded so hard he could hear it in his ears. The steam made everything feel closer, more intimate.
He decided to stop hesitating.
He looked at Sylvara, voice firm.
"Sylvara. Come here. Stand right in front of me."
Sylvara stepped forward until she was only inches away.
Hiroto didn't wait.
"Kiss my neck. Slowly."
Sylvara leaned in. Her lips brushed softly against the side of his neck, warm and deliberate. Then she kissed again, slower this time, her mouth lingering, sucking lightly on his skin. At the same time, her hand slid down his chest, fingers tracing lower until she boldly cupped his hardening cock through the thin, wet fabric.
She squeezed gently at first, then stroked him with slow, firm movements.
Hiroto's breath hitched sharply. A low groan escaped his throat as pleasure shot through him.
Fuck… she's kissing my neck and stroking me at the same time… I can't think straight.
His voice cracked.
"Alyra… come closer. Let me touch your breasts."
Alyra stepped forward eagerly. Hiroto raised both hands and cupped her full, soft breasts, feeling their weight and warmth. His thumbs brushed over her hardening nipples.
Alyra let out a soft, breathy moan, pressing herself into his hands.
"Mmm… yes, like that…"
Hiroto kept one hand on Alyra's breast while his other hand moved lower, boldly pressing against her thick, throbbing bulge. It was hot, heavy, and already very hard. He stroked the outline, feeling it twitch under his fingers.
But Sylvara didn't stop. Her lips continued sucking and kissing his neck, leaving faint marks, while her hand stroked him more firmly.
Hiroto's control was slipping fast. His legs trembled under the water, his breathing became ragged.
This is too much… I'm supposed to be commanding them, but I'm the one losing it…
The System chimed, voice dripping with mockery.
[Commanding Presence – Spicy Mode Active.
Combat effectiveness: still pathetic.
Private bath effectiveness: skyrocketing.
Warning: Host is currently losing control faster than a virgin on his wedding night.
Estimated time until you start begging: 34 seconds.]
Hiroto groaned, face burning.
"Shut… up…"
Sylvara pulled her lips from his neck just enough to speak, her voice low and dangerous.
"You're pushing your limits tonight. Be careful… the more you command us, the more we want to take control."
Alyra bit her lip, grinding her bulge slowly against his hand.
"Exactly. Keep touching me like that… and see how long you can stay in charge before we flip the script."
Hiroto stood there in the steaming water, caught between two powerful futanari, hands boldly exploring their bodies while they pressed against him.
He was no longer sure who was really in control anymore.
Later that night, after they had dried off and returned to the room, Hiroto sat on the edge of the bed, still breathing hard, face flushed.
"I've made a decision," he said, voice tired but determined. "We can't stay here forever. I need to get stronger — much stronger. Tomorrow… we leave Silverwood. We take a real quest. A long one."
Sylvara nodded slowly, eyes still dark with lingering desire.
"Finally."
Alyra smiled, her tail curling around his leg one last time.
"Adventure time? I'm in. Just don't forget to practice your commands on the road, handsome… I expect private training sessions."
Hiroto looked at both of them, feeling the weight of what he had just set in motion.
This was no longer just training.
This was the beginning of something much bigger.