The girls took a well-deserved rest before we prepared to cross the threshold into the boss room, but I insisted they each drink a stamina potion regardless of how they felt. I have always believed in being over-prepared for any contingency within a dungeon environment. My inventory currently serves as a testament to that philosophy; I maintain a healthy stock of twenty low-level potions spanning all categories, along with a matching set of antidotes. I also keep ten mid-level variants of each, alongside my more precious reserves: five high-level HP potions, three high-level MP potions, and three high-level SP potions, supplemented by two high-level antidotes for the most lethal toxins. Beyond the immediate recovery items, I also carry specialized medicines for long-term treatments, stat-boosting elixirs for high-stakes situations, and an array of poisons intended for those secret operations where revenge against truly evil individuals is required.

  I knew this particular fight would be special. It wasn't just another floor clear; it was an opportunity for the girls to truly test their job skills against a humanoid opponent. Unlike the more bestial monsters we had encountered previously, this boss would fight with a level of cunning that requires active skill usage to overcome. I watched Wyn as the potion took effect. Her Beast Instinct skill would be vital here; by increasing her agility and sharpening her senses, she could identify the split-second moments when the boss monster was vulnerable or, more importantly, see through the various deceptions and feints a humanoid fighter might employ.

  Woya, on the other hand, was still settling into her primary role as the party’s tank. However, she had a specific tactical advantage tonight. By maintaining a defensive posture, she could manipulate the boss’s perception, leading it to believe that she wasn't the primary threat. This would create a single, fleeting opening for a surprise attack. Since a boss-level orc wouldn't fall for the same trick twice, I had instructed her to use her Sword Dance skill to fully exploit that one chance.

  The air in the chamber hummed with mana as the boss began to take shape. When it finally materialized, the orc stood before them, its height nearly matching my own. It possessed a broad, muscular frame and looked down at the two wolfkin girls with a sneer of contempt. Woya didn't flinch, holding her iron shield steady and braced against her shoulder, while Wyn stood by her side, her eyes burning with a fierce, predatory light.

  After a few seconds of quiet surveying, the heavy silence was broken. Woya and Wyn rushed toward the boss simultaneously. The orc didn't panic; it took a wide stance and swung its heavy sword in a broad arc from left to right. Because the slash was coming directly toward Wyn’s side, she had to slow her momentum to avoid being cleaved. Woya stepped into the path of the blade, catching the heavy strike on her shield with a jarring metallic ring. While the orc’s sword was still extended and unable to immediately counter, Wyn darted around Woya’s side, launching a flurry of attacks to exploit the monster’s exposure.

  Realizing it was about to be caught in a pincer maneuver, the boss orc leaped several steps backward. It focused on straightening its stance and pulling its sword back into a defensive guard. From there, the battle became a grueling exchange of maneuvers. The girls moved in a deadly dance, circling and probing, constantly searching for another opportunity to land a critical strike on the resilient humanoid.

  As the minutes ticked by, the physical toll of the encounter began to show. Both girls were breathing heavily, their movements losing some of the crispness they had possessed at the start. However, the orc was in a much worse state. It had accumulated dozens of minor nicks and several deep, major wounds across its torso and limbs. The battle was clearly reaching its tipping point.

  Wyn, sensing the end was near, took a few heavy breaths and rushed from the orc’s right side. She swung both of her steel swords with everything she had left. The orc was skilled; it managed to deflect her first strike with the flat of its blade and caught the second strike in a way that used her own momentum against her. The force of the clash was so great that Wyn was sent flying backward, tumbling across the stone floor for a few meters.

  With Wyn momentarily sidelined, only Woya remained to face the beast. The orc didn't hesitate, raising its sword and swinging downward with a crushing blow. Woya caught the strike on her shield, but she looked exhausted. Her knees bent slightly under the weight of the impact, and her face was a mask of fatigue.

  While the orc was focused on overwhelming Woya with continuous, heavy strikes, Wyn finally decided to play her hand. She activated her job skill and rushed back toward the boss with a speed that far exceeded anything she had shown previously. The orc noticed the sudden shift in the air and tried to adjust its posture to meet her, but she was faster than its reptilian brain could process.

  Wyn launched two consecutive strikes. The orc barely managed to bring its sword up in time to block them, but the effort left its posture shattered and its defenses wide open. This was the moment Woya had been waiting for. She abandoned her defensive shell and triggered her own trump card.

  Utilizing the Sword Dance skill of her Swordsman job, Woya shifted her entire focus from her shield to her blade. In a blur of motion, she lunged forward and drove her sword deep into the boss’s thick thigh. The orc shrieked in a guttural, pained voice, its body staggering as it tried to maintain its balance. Despite the agony, it managed one last desperate swing at Woya.

  Woya was ready. She parried the clumsy strike with her shield and followed through by swinging her sword at the boss’s right wrist—the one gripping its weapon. The steel edge bit through bone and sinew, and the orc lost its grip entirely as half of its wrist was severed. Blood began to spray across the floor. To finish the sequence, Woya stepped in and slammed her shield directly into the orc’s face.

  The boss collapsed to the ground, squirming in the dirt. It was clearly on the brink of death, but neither Woya nor Wyn moved to deliver the final blow. They both stood there, chests heaving, looking completely drained of energy.

  Even though I understood they were exhausted, I have always taught that exhaustion is no excuse for leaving an enemy alive. However, I could see that their hesitation was a sign of the physical and mental limits they had just pushed through. I walked forward, getting close to the dying monster, and decided to finish it myself. I manifested an Earth Ball spell and aimed it directly at the orc’s head. The projectile was launched with a dull hum, and upon impact, the orc’s skull burst open, ending the fight instantly.

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  “Hahaha, you both have grown a lot. I am proud of you,” I said cheerfully, letting the tension of the battle bleed away. “Now, before we leave the dungeon, take a moment to rest. I’ll take care of collecting the coins this time.”

  “N-no, master. I can take care of—” Woya began, trying to force herself to her feet.

  “Sit down,” I interrupted firmly. “I’m already doing it.”

  Woya had taken her role as the party's collector very seriously, and she looked a bit ashamed to let me do the manual labor. I gathered the loot—it was a decent haul of 4 silver and 50 copper coins. Once I had them all, I walked back over and handed them to her. She took them with a small, embarrassed nod.

  When we were finished with our training for the day, we made our way out of the dungeon. The sun was already low in the sky, signaling the approach of evening. We moved quickly through the city, stopping at the market to buy ingredients for a special meal. Woya had mentioned earlier that she wanted to try to replicate the high-quality steak I had enjoyed at the restaurant, so I gave her free rein to select whatever she needed. I was curious to see how her skills would translate to a more refined dish.

  Back at the house, when we finally sat down at the dining table, I was genuinely impressed. The meal was a sight to behold. Not only had she cooked a perfectly seasoned, delicious steak, but she had paired it with a beautifully balanced salad. The presentation alone was far beyond what I expected from a home-cooked meal.

  As we ate, I noticed the girls looked quite disheveled. It had been a long, laborious day in the depths, and their hair and clothes were matted with sweat and dungeon dust. I decided to break my own rule about water usage.

  “Prepare the bath,” I said after finishing my meal. “You both pushed yourselves incredibly hard today, so let’s consider this a reward.”

  “But master,” Wyn asked, her brow furrowing in curiosity, “didn’t you say the water tank wouldn't last if we bathed too frequently?”

  “Don’t worry about the water,” I replied with a smirk. “I have my means.”

  The girls looked at me with total bewilderment as I headed upstairs. I went to the upper floor and located the large water tank situated between the staircase and the bedrooms. I pulled back the heavy lid and stretched my right hand over the dark, empty container.

  “Water Creation!” I chanted.

  A cluster of water, significantly larger in diameter than my standard Water Ball, began to form in the air, swirling without a container. As I channeled more mana into the spell, the volume continued to expand. Once it reached twice the size of my offensive water spells, the structural integrity of the formless mass began to waver. I let the control go, and the water splashed down into the tank. I repeated the process, infusing more mana until the tank was nearly brimming. When I was satisfied, I stopped the control over the final hovering cluster and let it drop, filling the remaining space.

  With the tank replenished, it was time to make use of it. I headed back downstairs and entered the bathroom. Wyn was busy stoking the fire for the heater, while Woya was moving buckets into position.

  “Hi, guys. The water tank is full now. Is the water ready yet?” I asked.

  “Yes, master. The fire has settled into a good heat,” Wyn answered. She paused, looking confused. “But we couldn't have filled the tank yet—we've only just started. Even if we both carried multiple buckets, it would take much longer. How did you manage to do it so fast, master?”

  Woya looked at me with the same intense curiosity.

  “Huhu… like this,” I said, smirking as I held out my hand. “Water Creation!”

  I manifested a small amount of water right there in the room.

  “Wow! Master, you are as amazing as always,” they exclaimed in unison. Their genuine amazement made me feel a surge of pride.

  “Okay, now. Let’s get to washing,” I commanded.

  We began the process of filling a large, wide bucket with hot water from the heater, tempering it with cold water from the tap until it was the perfect, lukewarm temperature. Once the bucket was ready, we thoroughly wetted our bodies. I produced a specialized soap powder I had purchased from a merchant in the Ottovard Empire—a high-quality product that produced a rich, fragrant lather.

  We worked on cleaning our own bodies at first, handling everything we could reach ourselves. After that, the routine shifted to the back-scrubbing we usually performed with towels in my bedroom. But this time, with the abundance of warm water and the privacy of the bathroom, we used our bare hands instead.

  I took my time thoroughly rubbing the soap into both Woya’s and Wyn’s backs. They both looked incredibly shy throughout the process. It was a strange contrast; they had already shown almost everything to me in the bedroom, yet the act of being bathed in the light of the bathroom seemed to bring back their initial modesty.

  When it was my turn to be cleaned, a temptation I had been suppressing finally won out. I wanted to ask them to use their bodies to rub the soap into me instead of just using their hands. It was a lewd request, certainly, but I felt a passionate urge to experience it. I suspected the idea had its roots in some of the more "specialized" literature I had read back on Earth.

  Despite the internal conflict, I couldn't overcome the desire, so I asked the girls if they would be willing to do it. As my slaves, I had the legal right to order them to do it regardless of their feelings, but I’ve always disliked the idea of forced service in such matters. To my relief, they both agreed without hesitation.

  They took turns rubbing their bodies against mine, changing positions frequently so that I could see and feel both of them. I had to exercise a great deal of self-control to ensure the situation didn't escalate right there in the bathroom. We finished the bath without any further incidents, though the air in the room was thick with more than just steam.

  “I was quite excited in the bathroom just now,” I admitted once we were back in the hallway, “but you both are clearly exhausted. If you want, we can head straight to sleep without any further delays.”

  I wanted to be at least somewhat considerate of the fact that they had fought a boss and handled the housework all in one day.

  “... I-it is okay, master,” Wyn said, her voice small and shy. “I am not that tired. The bath actually helped me relax quite a bit.”

  “Huh?... I-I am also okay with it, master,” Woya added, her voice stuttering slightly as she looked at her sister. “You just have to ask if you want something from us.”

  I noticed something then—they didn't look like they were just complying with a master’s desires. They looked genuinely eager, their eyes reflecting a warmth that went beyond simple obedience.

  That night felt different from the others. Knowing that the girls were truly enjoying our time together, rather than just performing a duty, brought a sense of bliss that I hadn't expected to find in this world. I fell asleep feeling more content than I had in a very long time.

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