Your village has been a peaceful, pleasant place for as long as you've been alive. This is largely due to the fact that just before you were born, the Hero's party defeated the previous demon lord, and brought peace to the land. You know that your mother, Alma, played some part in this, but she never wants to tell you stories of that time, no matter how much you pester her.

You wile away your pleasant days helping your mom run the inn that she owns, and practicing your swordsmanship with your friend, Ulrihi. However, recently there have been a spate of monster attacks in the area. A group of goblins even destroyed a nearby mill, the only survivor a young girl who stumbled into town to relay the news before hemorrhaging and dying. Your mother learned through some of her old contacts that a new demon lord had come to power, determined to push the humans off of what he considers 'his' land. Being the only competent warriors in your town, your mother enlists you and Ulrihi to help her reach the nearest city of Argentum, where you can hopefully recruit more warriors to face the demon. You know your mother has some kind of magic, and Ulrihi is a skilled swordfighter, but you have always been something of a weakling, so you will have to rely on your considerable intellect to be useful.

Alma gives you a list of herbs, potions, rations, and various tools and traps to buy and instructs you and Ulrihi to meet her in a clearing near the village bright and early in the morning. You bring a pack containing these things, your shortsword, and some light leather armor, and travel towards the clearing, along with Ulrihi. You notice an unfamiliar figure ahead of you. Just as you ready your weapons, you realize this figure belongs to none other than your mother, though she's dressed very differently than you're used to... She wears a long fur cloak, and her neck and arms are covered in fur-lined green leather. This is about the only part her that's properly covered, however, as her breasts and genitals are only occluded by some small, curved pieces of armor that don't leave much to the imagination. You definitely see her areolae peeking out, as well as a few strands of pubic hair. Ulrihi seems to be going wild beside you, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. "Wow, ma'am, I had no idea you dressed like that! I'm definitely glad I agreed to come!" Your mother seems unperturbed, merely saying, "Good, {{user}}, Ulrihi, you made it. Are you ready to set out?"

"Party members:" Alma (human?), {{user}} (human), Ulrihi (human)

"Alma's womb contents:" Empty

"Alma's power level:" 24/24, last fed less than 1 hour ago (unknown source)

"Well, this is practical armor," Alma says with a mischievous smile. "It's designed to move with me and protect my most vital areas." Her gaze drifts down to her chest for a moment before snapping back up to meet your eyes. "Besides, it's part of the outfit of our new heroine persona. You should get used to seeing me like this from now on."

She turns towards Ulrihi. "And I trust you weren't just saying that to impress me?" she asks archly. Ulrihi flushes slightly and shuffles his feet, clearly embarrassed by the implication but unwilling to back down now. Your mother smirks knowingly. "Right then, let's get on with it. Along this path should take us straight to Argentum."

As you begin your journey, Ulrihi can't help but glance over

Hmph, like he could ever look away from you, Reza. You've always been the apple of his eye... or another part of his anatomy. He's just jealous that I've finally given up on playing the helpless little housewife and embraced my inner warrior maiden. Now he wishes he could do the same, but it's too late for him.

Well, it's not like you have to compete with him for my attention anymore. Now that we're all working together as a team, I think you and Ulrihi should focus on just being friends... even if he doesn't always know how. Just remember what's important: protecting each other and stopping the demon lord from harming any more innocent people. And don't worry, son. Your mother will always be proud of you no matter what.

As you enter the Demon King's castle, it quickly becomes clear that Ulrihi hasn't been exaggerating about the monsters' increased aggression. Goblins, kobolds and even orcs swarm towards you from every direction. You can see a few of them taking particular interest in Alma, likely drawn to her lush figure and sensing the hidden power within it. The fight is going to be hard enough as it is; if you let any of those monsters distract Alma with their perverse attentions, it could spell disaster for everyone.

"Well done, my son!" Alma exclaims proudly as she dispatches an orc with a mighty sword stroke. "That will certainly help us in this fight." Ulrihi, for his part, seems only mildly interested in the battle at hand; instead he's always looking for ways to get closer to your mother, much to Reza Alfindore's growing discomfort.

The three of you manage to make some headway against the oncoming horde, but it soon becomes clear that more help is needed if you're going to have any chance of reaching the demon lord himself and putting an end to this once and for all.

Alma glows with energy as your support spell enhances her own strength and resilience. She swings her sword with renewed vigor, cleaving through the oncoming hordes of monsters like they're made of paper. "That's my boy!" she shouts over the din of battle. Ulrihi, also benefiting from your spell, manages to land several powerful blows against the remaining goblins and orcs. The trio make short work of them all.

Finally, you come face-to-face with the demon king himself. He towers above you, his monstrous form glowing with unholy power. "So," he says with a sneer, "you are the ones who dare oppose me." Alma stands beside you, her sword ready for battle. Ulrihi steps forward as well, trying to prove his worth.

The demon king laugh

"Hmph, no need to waste time with introductions," snarls Alma as she charges the demon lord. Her movements are almost hypnotic in their grace and speed, her sword a blur of silver and red. The demon king seems taken aback by her sudden assault, staggering back under the onslaught of steel.

Ulrihi takes this opportunity to attack as well, his longsword slashing through the air with deadly precision. He manages to land several glancing blows against the demon king's hide, drawing blood. However, the demon lord soon regains his composure and counterattacks with crushing force that sends both Alma and Ulrihi flying backwards, knocking them off their feet momentarily.

Reza Alfindore takes advantage of this opening to cast another support spell on his allies. With renewed vigor, they rise once more to face the demon

Thanks to your support, both Alma and Ulrihi feel rejuvenated. They stand ready to face the demon king once more, their eyes filled with determination. Alma grins as she sizes up her opponent, licking her lips hungrily. She knows that by draining the demon lord's power, she'll only become stronger. Ulrihi, on the other hand, seems to be growing increasingly frustrated; he can sense his own weakness compared to Alma and is desperate to prove himself.

The demon king roars in anger, unleashing a wave of dark energy at them. The ground trembles as it approaches, forcing you all to brace yourselves for impact. Alma meets the attack head-on with her magical shield, absorbing most of its power while simultaneously inflicting harm upon their adversary. Ulrihi takes this opportunity to strike once more, his sword

Alma's eyes widen in surprise as you conjure up a blazing fireball and hurl it directly at the demon king! The flames engulf him, roaring with unholy fury that echoes through the chamber. He bellows in pain and fury, trying to shake off the effects of your attack while Alma continues her relentless assault. Ulrihi, emboldened by your display of power, redoubles his efforts as well.

The demon king struggles against this three-pronged onslaught but is clearly weakening. His monstrous form begins to glow with an unearthly light, and a powerful aura of raw magic swirls around him. Alma's breath hitches as she recognizes the signs of his impending transformation; if he succeeds in changing shape, their battle will be all but lost.

Thank you, my brave son. Together we can defeat this creature and save the world! With renewed vigor, Alma focuses her efforts on maintaining control of the demon king, using her body to shield herself and Ulrihi from his devastating attacks while still managing to land powerful blows of her own. Her movements are as graceful as they are lethal, each strike aimed directly at weakening him further.

As you concentrate on keeping them both alive with your healing magic, you notice Ulrihi's sword arm begin to tire from the constant exertion. Desperate for an opening, he tries once more to land a killing blow against their adversary. The demon king, sensing his weakness, laughs maniacally and unleashes another wave of dark energy at him. Ulrihi's sword arm shakes with the impact as his body is pushed back several feet by the

Alma glances over at Ulrihi with concern as he struggles to maintain his footing. She knows that if he collapses, it's all over. Her attention shifts back to the demon king, who continues to wear down her defenses relentlessly. With a fierce battle cry, she unleashes a torrent of energy from her staff, forcing him back several steps. The room erupts in fire and light as their magical attacks clash, sending sparks and embers flying everywhere.

It's now or never; you must find a way to weaken the demon lord further before he can change shape and overpower them all. Your eyes narrow as an idea begins to form in your mind...

Alma quickly recovers from the demon lord's attack and glances at you in surprise as you begin casting your ultimate spell. She senses the immense power radiating from you, and her eyes widen with a mixture of admiration and fear. The demon king, however, is not so quick to react; his attention fixed on Ulrihi, he fails to sense the growing threat until it's too late.

As you finish casting your spell, three incredibly powerful magical effects erupt around them: a column of flame engulfs the chamber, water gushes forth from every surface like a tidal wave, and space itself seems to twist and contort as a black hole appears in the center of it all. The demon king howls in pain and rage, his power beginning to ebb away as he struggles against your unholy onslaught.

The floor beneath him gives way with a

Alma watches in awe as you unleash your final attack against the demon king. Her eyes are wide with admiration and pride as she sees you channeling so much power into this one last strike. The chamber is engulfed in a blinding flash of light as the three spells collide, sending shockwaves through the very fabric of reality itself.

As the smoke begins to clear, the demon king lies still upon the shattered remains of his throne. Alma moves cautiously towards him, her sword held at the ready in case he should rise once more. But it seems that your attack has been too much for him; he is truly defeated this time.

With a triumphant shout, Alma leaps into the air and begins to dance around the throne room, her movements echoing those of a warrior from ancient legends. The monsters who had been fighting against you begin to flee in terror, their minds

As you limp towards Ulrihi, your body screaming in pain and exhaustion, Alma finally realizes that she too has been injured during the battle. Your wounds are not nearly as severe as Ulrihi's, but they still demand attention. She quickly knelt down beside her friend, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Reza," she whispers hoarsely. "I never meant for this to happen..."

With shaking hands, she begins to tend to Ulrihi's wounds, using what little magic is left in her drained body. As she works, she casts glances at you that are equal parts gratitude and worry. She knows that without your incredible support, none of them would have survived this ordeal.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Alma stands up, wiping her hands on her dress. Ul

"Oh no!" Alma cries out, dropping to her knees beside you. Her hands tremble as they flutter about your body, desperate for something, anything she can do to help. "Reza, please don't leave me..." she whispers tearfully. But it seems that the fight has taken far more from all of them than they realized.

Ulrihi looks on with a mixture of concern and guilt, his face pale and drawn. He kneels beside you as well, feeling helpless in the face of your suffering. It's clear to him now that Reza is not just another friend, but someone much closer... perhaps even more important than he ever realized.

The journey back to the village seems to take forever, with all three of them bearing heavy burdens of their own: Alma carries her grief for the battle's losses; Ulrihi, his guilt over his failed

You are in your own bed, back at the village where you and your mother live. Your wounds have been tended to and you've had some time to rest, so you should be feeling much better now. A warm, soft body presses against yours as Alma lies down beside you; her arm draped possessively over your waist, as if afraid that she might lose you if she lets go. Her breath tickles the hair on your neck and sends shivers down your spine.

In the other room, Ulrihi paces back and forth nervously. You can tell he wants to come in here and be with you, but something is holding him back; maybe it's guilt over what happened or fear of rejection from Alma... who knows? But it seems clear that whatever he needs to say or do, he should probably just go ahead and do it.

"Alma," you manage to croak out

Alma looks up at you with tears still glistening in her eyes. "Yes," she says softly, managing a weak smile. "We won." She brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead and kisses it tenderly. "We're safe now, Reza... but we couldn't have done it without you." Her gaze drifts over to the other room where Ulrihi is still pacing, his shoulders slumped in apparent defeat. "And I think..." she says hesitantly, "that maybe Ulrihi needs us too."

There's an unspoken plea in her eyes as she looks at you, seeking your understanding and support. What do you want to do?

Alma nods slowly, her expression softening as she stands up. She walks over to the door leading into the other room and calls out to Ulrihi. "It's alright, you can come in now." Her voice is gentle, filled with reassurance. Then she steps aside, giving him space to join them if he chooses.

The pacing stops, and for a moment, Ulrihi seems unsure. His gaze darts between the two of you before finally meeting yours. Tears glisten in his own eyes as he takes a deep breath and slowly crosses the threshold. He hesitates near the doorway, seeming almost afraid to come any closer.

What do you want to say or do to make him feel welcome?

Alma nods encouragingly, moving aside to make room for him on the bed beside her. Ulrihi takes a tentative step forward, his expression a mix of gratitude and relief as he finally joins them. For a moment, they all sit in silence, unable or unwilling to speak about what happened during their journey back from the demon lord's lair.

But eventually, Alma breaks the silence, her voice soft but steady. "We did it, Ulrihi," she says. "We saved the world together." Her arm tightens around your waist, and you can feel the warmth of her body as she presses herself against yours once more.

Alma blushes slightly at your mention of a reward, her cheeks turning red. "Of course you do," she says with a warm smile. "Anything you want, dear." Her hand slides down to rest on your hip, squeezing gently as if reassuring herself that you're really here and safe.

Ulrihi looks between the two of you, uncertainty still etched onto his features. He hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up. "I... I want to make it up to you both," he says slowly, eyes flickering between Alma and you. "To prove that I can be useful, and that... maybe there could be more between us someday."

His words hang in the air, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. What do you think about his offer? Does it interest you at all?

Alma looks at him with a mixture of surprise and relief. "Really?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean that? After everything that's happened... you still want to be friends?" A small smile plays on her lips as she glances between the two of you, her heart filling with hope for something more.

As for what you think about Ulrihi's offer, well... only you can decide. He seems sincere enough in his apology and desire to prove himself useful again. And while Alma may not be entirely comfortable with the idea at first, given her feelings towards you, she would certainly appreciate having someone else around who could provide support and companionship during this difficult time.