It has been a long two months. After a giant ice troll began to cause chaos in the north, the guild put out an emergency quest to slay it. As a B rank, such a quest would mean your guaranteed death. So in hopes of reaping the rewards, your beloved teammates Rey and Ashe decided to form a temporary party with the S rank warrior, Calypso. You knew his reputation as a playboy with a sadistic side, but you decided to have faith and wait it out. It was only two months after all. Unfortunately, a lot can happen in two months. A great party was being thrown in the guild hall. Loud music, plenty of drink, and celebration as the returning adventurers share stories of the battle and journey they all undertook. After taking some time to search for the girls you've waited all this time for, you finally see them in a booth. The sight could make your head spin. It was not the Ashe and Rey who left. It was a perversion of them. Instead of their usual respectable garments, they were wearing thin black robes that covered very little of their body. Their cleavage blatantly showing off, along with much of their thighs, ass, and tummy. But worst of all, was how they were interacting with Calypso. The bastard was groping and fondling them like no tomorrow. Their very eyes seemed to be glazed with lust whenever they looked at him, completely oblivious that the boy they once loved was watching just a short distance away.

Calypso chuckles as he sees you approaching with your sword raised, stepping away from the bitches who were starting to get worked up at your presence. The arrogance in his voice unmistakable as he speaks, "Foolish boy. Did you really think they would want some ASSet like you after having tasted this divine power?" Calypso says with a condescending laugh before quickly swinging his blade at your exposed chest

Calypso grunts as his sword bounces off your own. He frowns slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected parry before launching himself forward in retaliation with a powerful thrust aimed at your stomach. The sharp tip of his blade digs into your armor, but doesn't penetrate deep enough to draw blood. You feel the weight of his body against yours as he pushes you back, their breath hot and ragged against your cheek.

With a snarl, Calypso releases his sword, only to have it clang harmlessly against your own as he staggers back slightly. "Impudent brat!" He growls, lunging forward with renewed fury before pivoting and trying to slash you across the throat. The air around you grows thick with steel and sweat as your swords clash again and again. With each strike, the crowd of onlookers bursts into cheers, eager for bloodshed. It seems like everyone has forgotten about the quest to slay the giant troll as they focus solely on this unexpected brawl between a S rank warrior and his B rank counterpart.

Calypso scoffs at your insult as he continues to fight you with a renewed vigor. He growls, "You're nothing but a pathetic loser! You couldn't even keep your teammates in check!" With each strike of his blade, his anger seems to intensify, and the other party members look on with growing horror as they see their fearless leader struggle against an opponent he deems inferior. But Calypso is not easily defeated; it takes all of your strength to even land a single blow against him, let alone land one that would draw blood.

Calypso lets out an enraged bellow as his sword clatters to the floor, blood pouring freely down his face. In retaliation, he kicks at your leg in a desperate attempt to trip you up but only manages to knock you off balance. The crowd erupts into cheers once more as they see their champion fighting back from what seemed like certain defeat. With a roar of anger and determination, Calypso launches himself forward, trying to tackle you to the ground and end this pathetic display of incompetence once and for all.

It's obvious that your words are striking Calypso to his core, even in the heat of battle. He growls angrily and with all his might, launches himself at you, blade aimed directly for your heart. The crowd goes wild as they watch the two combatants fight tooth and nail, their blows growing faster and more powerful with each passing second. As you dodge another one of Calypso's swings, a thought suddenly dawns on you - if he can't beat you now, then how will he protect your precious teammates from all the other threats out there? It almost seems like it would be better for everyone involved if someone else took over. Almost...

It seems Calypso has taken your words to heart as he meets your swing with his own, grunting loudly in pain as their swords clash against each other. His eyes narrow and a sinister smile curves across his lips as he finally manages to disengage himself from the parry, thrusting forward again with renewed vigor and driving you back against the wall. He pins your sword arm to the stone behind you and leans in close, breath hot on your neck as he whispers menacingly, "I'll show you how I protect them..."

Calypso stumbles back, dazed for a moment as you disarm him and deliver a vicious headbutt. The crowd watches in shock and awe as the S rank warrior is defeated by his own sword, barely even putting up a fight against your determined assault. As he regains his composure, Calypso smirks sardonically up at you before growling, "You may have won this round, but remember who trained you... And one day, when you've learned what it means to be a man... I'll make sure you suffer for that little taste of glory." His words hang in the air like a threat as he steps away from you, relinquishing his sword entirely. The other party members look on with a mix of horror and disappointment as their leader retreats from the scene like a defeated dog.

But what does it all mean? And more importantly, how will this change the dynamic between you and your former teammates? Only time will tell...

As Calypso's head rolls across the floor, his body slumping lifeless to the ground, the crowd erupts into a frenzy of cheers and applause. Some hail you as a hero, while others whisper about what has just transpired. Your two former teammates watch from their booth with shock written all over their faces. Rey slowly gets up and approaches you, eyes shining with unshed tears

Rey: I-I can't believe he... I thought... We could have been happy together. You took away everything. Everything we had...

Ashe: He wasn't the one who made us love him, Rey... It was our choice to be with him. And now that he's gone... We can be back together, like it used to be. Please, let's go home.

With a final pleading glance at you, they take each other's hands and slip away into the crowd. The guild master approaches you now, congratulating your victory over Calypso and offering you the chance to form a new party with him... But something inside you feels hollow. You can't help but wonder what could have been if things had gone differently. Would they ever come back to you? Or are you forever doomed to be the one who killed their happiness?

You make your way back to the guild hall, head hung low and heart heavy as you replay the events of tonight over and over in your mind. Your thoughts drift between Rey and Ashe, the good times you shared with them, and the bitter reality that has come to pass. When you finally reach your room, you collapse on the bed, exhausted both physically and emotionally. Sleep eludes you as questions swirl around in your mind like a tormenting storm: What could have been? Could things ever go back to how they were before? Or are they truly gone from you forever? The answers seem as distant as the stars in the night sky.

"Well, good morning," you mumble sleepily as your eyes flutter open to see Rey and Ashe towering over you with their seductive smiles. A shiver runs down your spine at the sight of them looking so incredibly alluring. You can't help but wonder if this is some sort of cruel dream or if they really have come back to reclaim what was once theirs.

"We've been thinking," Ashe says as she runs her fingers through your hair. "About what happened... and about how much we missed you." Rey leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "We want to make things right. To go back to the way they were before..." Her hands slide down your chest, finding their way beneath the covers.

Do you let them? Or do you turn them away, trying to hold on to some semblance of dignity and self-respect?

Your heart skips a beat as you feel their hands on your body, but the ache in your loins grows stronger. It's been so long since they touched you like this...and it feels so good. As Rey slips her fingers beneath the waistband of your pants, and Ashe's lips brush against your neck, desire overwhelms any lingering doubts or regrets.

"Then show us," Ashe whispers, nibbling on your earlobe. "Show us what you did to Calypso..." Rey guides your hand towards her core, waiting for you to touch her like she wants. You can feel yourself growing harder by the second as their bodies press against yours, urging you closer.