The Dungeon of The Dark Master, so called because it’s owner thought he was a far more threatening villain than he actually turned out to be, had recently been taken over and repopulated by an even less threatening villain. That was what the quest board had claimed anyway, and so far, Knight Alexander was inclined to agree. While whoever the villain was had managed to capture a party of four adventurers already (the quest being a Rescue-class quest), it seemed it must have been by ambush. He didn’t even have a party, and he had been cutting his way through the ranks of brigands and undead alike with ease. A level 50 adventurer in a level 10 dungeon had nothing to fear - honestly, this was just a side show while his party members were on the mend from some bad encounters in real dungeons. 

    Of course, the people at the guild had warned him that even for high ranking adventurers, there were things that only one man could not deal with. A similarly high ranking woman had offered to go with him, to use her priestly spells to compliment his physical prowess. But he had laughed them off, confident in his abilities and not wanting to trouble a lady with the dirt and grime of a low level dungeon, and given that thus far nothing had done more than scratch his armor his confidence certainly seemed to be well placed. 

    Within a mere three hours, he had made his way to the second half of the dungeon. These floors seemed to be a lot newer than the upper ones, strangely enough. It seemed that whoever had taken over the dungeon had done some remodeling here at least. And while the enemies still fell with ease, it was less so. Progress slowed, and while he was of course not under threat he wondered if he might have to take a rest in the dungeon. Bandits and zombies had been replaced by living armors and corrupted men at arms, a notably higher class of foe. Instead of chopping through them like a hot knife through butter he was chopping through them like a knife through bread. Or maybe a fruit? He wasn’t sure of lesser knife-related analogies and he was getting a bit hungry. Perhaps a break would be nice.

    This was the thought Alexander had as he entered the bottom floor of the dungeon, which seemed to have been converted to a grand bathhouse. Within were some individuals who looked distinctly non-monstrous; tan-skinned, dark haired beauties wearing only bits of ribbon and cloth to cover their important bits, with veils covering the lower halves of their faces. Alexander’s armor seemed significantly less comfortable now. “Women!” he called, “Who are you, and what are you doing in the dungeon!” 

    The four women all turned to look at him at once, and one of them walked forward. It was hard to see under the veil, but she seemed to be smiling. “Why, we are the Master’s harem; is that not obvious?” she said, twirling around as she reached him, sending her clothes fluttering in a very interesting way. “And you, then, are some brutish adventurer come to defeat our master? Will we do battle, then?” 

    Alexander stared for a bit, and then laughed. “Ha! While I am here to defeat the evildoer who’s taken this place, there’s no reason to hurt you all. I don’t hurt weak women, besides. Consider this a rescue, my dears - have you seen any other captives?”  

    There was a flash of something in the lead harem member’s face - disgust, or perhaps contempt? Amusement? - but it passed so fast that Alexander dismissed it. “Why, you are quite gracious, sir knight. I am Yuria, and my sisters and I have been trapped here for many days. We are grateful for your rescue. We’ve seen the others - they were brought into the Master’s chambers, but never left. But the heroism will have to wait; the master’s chamber opens only at noon and midnight, and the next opening is two hours away.”

    Alexander frowned - time locked doors were always irritating, which he supposed was why overlord wannabes used them. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to wait a bit, then.” he said. 

    Yuria got closer. Quite a bit closer. “While we wait, perhaps you would like to make use of the baths? There are no monsters on this floor, and you seem quite tired…” she said, which took Alexander a few moments to parse through his attempts not to focus on her… minimalist, wardrobe. He looked down at first, seeing an interesting crest on her pelvis, and then changed his mind and looked up again at her pretty face.

    “Yes!” he said too quickly, “A bath. Sounds nice. I shall find some privacy-” 

    “No need for that.” Yuria said in a sultry tone. She gently guided him to one of the baths, and nodded to two of the other girls. “Maya, Charlotte, do help the man out of his armor…” she said, while she went to get the proper materials.

    The two girls approached and did just that, giggling in synch. They were probably twins, Alex noticed while trying quite hard to keep his eyes on their faces. They seemed to know what they were doing, at least, taking only a few minutes to strip him of his plate and leave him in just the undersuit, which was also quickly taken away - he was given a small towel for modesty, as Yuria returned with an array of lotions for use. “Now, do relax, sir…” she said, guiding him into the bath. 

    The steaming water was blissful, to say the least. Alexander allowed himself to slip into it. But when he reached for soap, his hand was swatted away - instead, it seemed, the girls were going to do it. He felt soft hands rubbing over him, and closed his eyes. Yuria smirked a little, and nodded at her sisters. They got the proper lotions ready and stepped into the bath. 

    Alexander didn’t notice a thing, as they rubbed and rubbed. Too much of his willpower was in keeping from being aroused by the act. He didn’t notice as wherever the lotion touched, his pale peach skin turned to a smooth tan. He didn’t notice as his hips expanded and waist thinned. He didn’t notice as his chest gained a bit more weight to it than before. No, what he noticed was how good it all felt. Feeling what was going on down below, he had obviously not succeeded at trying to avoid arousal. The hands roamed his body more, washing away his hard won muscles for beautiful smooth flesh. His hair darkened and grew longer, and his face softened from the hard edged and manly to soft and feminine. His shoulders became less broad and his thighs and buttocks started to cushion his seat more. He felt so sensitive, it was driving him nuts. 

    Yuria grinned as Alex neared completion, nodding the other girls away and straddling him. “Almost done… just have to clean one more spot.”

    “Mmmhm.” Alex groaned, not saying anything that might betray him. This proved… very difficult as what Yuria meant became apparent. He clutched the sides of the bath for dear life as she rubbed and rubbed, unbeknownst to the man causing a certain something to get smaller and smaller. Alex’s groans grew higher and higher pitched, until he moaned loudly as he became a she. While the new girl was recovering, the four other harem girls brought them out of the bath. 

    Alex came back to their senses as they were being dragged through the doors that had been locked. “Didn’t you say…” they groaned, not quite comprehending what had happened - and stopping when they heard their voice. 

    “That it was locked? Yes, I did.” Yuria said shortly.

    “But then…” 

    “I’m shocked you believed me.” 

    Alex tried to struggle, to get out of the grip, but they were so much weaker than they were used to, and the girls so strong… “Hey, let me go, I was here to rescue you-” 

    “From what? We love Master.” Maya said. 

    “And soon… so will you~!” Charlotte said.

    It was then that Alex started to notice details. Like the heavy weight on their chest. Like the silken veil on their face. Like the expanded ass and the lack of a dangling feeling. “What did you-” they started, but they were interrupted by their arrival. 

    The final chamber was a surprisingly modest bedroom. On the edge of the bed, sat a pale skinned, white-haired woman clad in dark leather. “Hmph. Another one? Was she alone?” 

    “Yes, Master.” Yuria said with a bow. 

    “Good, good.” The woman called ‘Master’ said. Then she looked to Alex. “You’ve turned out wonderfully, my dear~” 

    “I’ll never serve you!” Alex declared, although it was rather undercut by the way Maya slapped their ass. 

    “Have you seen yourself? Try and say that after you have.” She snapped her fingers, and Charlotte brought out a mirror from a part of the room. Yuria forced Alex to look, and made it abundantly obvious what had happened: Tan skin, silken veils, an enviously curvacious body… Alex had been turned into a harem girl. Not only that, but one identical to the others; they could be identical twins (or triplets, quadruplets, etc). “You’ll be calling me Master too, soon.”

    “I’ll… I’ll still never…” Alex started. 

    The ‘Master’ rolled her eyes. She stalked upwards, taking an iron provided by the fourth harem girl. It glowed pink at the end rather than a fiery red. “What? You’ll never what?”

    “I’ll never… I’ll never call you-” The iron was pushed against Alex’s pelvis with a searing noise. It didn’t hurt. It felt incredibly good. Impossibly good. No more resistance, blasted away in an instant. She shrieked with pleasure as she came. “Maaaaster~” Alexis moaned, breathing hard as the brand was pulled away to reveal the new crest on her pelvis, marking her as Master’s property. 

    The Master looked at the others. “Leave us; I must properly break in your sister, I’m sure you understand.” The harem girls bowed, and left, except for Alexis, who had a little puddle forming on the floor beneath her as she stared into space. The Master snapped her fingers as she returned to her seat, and Alexis was brought down to earth. “You know what to do.” 

    “Yessss Master~” Alexis trilled, crawling up to her on her knees, and straightening until she was eye level with the Master’s crotch. She licked her lips. Nothing was left of the ‘hero’ who had come in; now there was just another harem girl, who’s only purpose in life was serving her Master in whatever capacity desired. 

    The thought got the Master firmly in the mood. “You may begin.”