While the girls settled down that night, Minnie regaled them with her exploits. Mostly, it was just her talking about all the things she stole. Zoe and Leila listened and added details when necessary. It was interesting watching them act like little girls during Yuletide. Maybe it was a blessing considering the lives they’ve lived in this place. Distracted as they were, Crow felt it was an excellent time to take down the remaining vaults. Since all the elders were busy trying to kill the nuckelavee, it meant no one was paying attention to anything else—including the remaining vaults.

Crow knew he couldn’t spare any of them, so he targeted the Witch’s vault since it was closest. Using his Spectral abilities, which were previously everything related to Ghosting, he found that his stealth was stronger than before but also gained a fatal flaw. Manaless camouflage made his body like a chameleon because he blended in with the surrounding mana. Anyone trying to use Mana Sense wouldn’t even notice him unless they were much stronger than him. While the arrangement of his Aura made him fade from the visible spectrum, it lost some of its invisible nature. If someone was looking at him while he moved, they’d be able to see or target him. He’d have to find a better invisibility spell later and see if he could blend the Spectral Camouflage with it.

Anyway, while the girls were distracted, he slipped out. Reaching the Witch’s vault didn’t pose any issue. In fact, it was so deserted that he almost felt bad about robbing the place. Everything went into the Soulverse because he didn’t understand all the sinister abilities this sect had, and he was sure they had ways to sniff out artifacts on him.

His previous experience of getting captured, tortured, and having a strange device extract items from his Shield taught him a valuable lesson. Shields weren’t as secure as he’d initially been led to believe. If those assassins could figure out a method, others could too. Furthermore, if they could steal his stuff, it’d probably be easier to develop something to scan the items inside of Shields.

Of course, he didn’t forget to leave behind his ‘gifts’ at each vault, but nothing like the summoning circle. The only reason he did that was because of Kafe. He’d have handled it quickly if it had just been the banshee or any other spirit. The whole reason he chose that formation was to confuse him. Crow knew Kafe was keeping his Spiritualist cultivation a secret, and probably only a few people knew. If it helped create distrust, then it worked. However, there was no way Crow could predict that crazed, stalker banshee would come through with a demon horse.

The formations he left were primarily harmless, but any trickster god would appreciate them. In the Witch’s vault, he left a curse that would cause warts to grow on their face. Ghost Eaters received the Seven Thousand Hauntings, which he found back in Oiche. The Triskelion Stacks had some bizarre books. Never would he have thought that reading about these strange formations would he ever end up using them. Once imbued into the Mana Walls of the vault, the hauntings formation turned ghosts visible and gave them some powers of manifestation. However, everyone could only see the ghosts of those they’d killed. Crow was oddly immune since his ghosts were inside his Soulscape world. Corpse Calamity, another branch, received a Zombification curse on their vault. Anyone that came within fifty meters of the vault would have their skin zombified. Blood Ember received Stigmata, and those within a certain distance of the vault would start bleeding out of their eyes, ears, and nose.

Every one of those might seem horrifying, but the curses wore off after leaving the area. The False Dawn Shields made sure no curse was permanent. That didn’t mean the formations wouldn’t stick around. Crow didn’t realize that most of the curses would be left alone in the future. They’d be used to identify anyone that approached the vaults.

Either way, the following day was one of pure chaos. The entire sect was already in lockdown because of the mists, but now it was under some martial law. Everyone had to be in their dorm rooms before sunset. Every gate required people to register. Buildings were also under strict supervision. There were even punishment teams going door to door to interrogate everyone. Because of this, Crow took back all the treasure Zoe and Minnie stole and promised to give it back later.

When the coven found out that the remaining vaults were robbed, they all looked over at Crow, who looked around innocently.

“Save that bullshit for people that don’t know you!” Minnie shouted. “Get him. I’m going to torture him for a day.”

“W-wait! Let’s talk this out.” Crow backed away from the mob, only to feel a soft set of breasts pushing into his back—naked tits with hardened nipples. Zoe had already stripped, and her magic locked him in place.

“It is time we educated you, dear lover,” Zoe whispered into his ear. “In a coven, the husband is our servant. Let the first lesson begin.”

Unable to resist, Crow was shackled and his mana restricted. They tore off his clothes, leaving him lying naked on a futon he hadn’t seen before. It pulled his arms and legs apart, so he was spreadeagled and unable to resist.

“Any of you cause him to orgasm. You won’t be allowed to have sex with him for a week. Tease, fuck, suck, pinch, whip—all is fair, but you mustn’t let him climax. Understand the game?” Zoe asked, a wicked smile adorning her face.

“H-how is that a game?” Crow asked. “I admit defeat.”

Minnie laughed while gripping Crow’s cock and sliding her hand up and down seductively. It only made Crow even harder than before. Her little mouth nibbled his bottom lip with her big doe eyes staring at him innocently. The moment his breath hitched, she let go while her other hand dug her nails into his flesh, bringing him out of his euphoria with a hiss.

“Thirteen seconds,” Zoe said. “The next person has to tease him longer than that without letting him unleash.”

“Dear… hun? Baby? Sweetie?” Crow pleaded with Zoe, who smirked at his suffering. “You can’t do this to me. Emasculating your man isn’t good.”

Zoe and Minnie held onto each other while they laughed at Crow. One by one, they played their little teasing games, driving Crow nearly insane. When the elders arrived, investigating everyone to see if anyone might have been involved with the thefts, they saw Crow and shuddered. The girls didn’t hide their sex play and were doing it in the main room of their building.

Crow’s body was covered in hickeys, love marks, whip marks, and more. His raging boner stood erect like a tower, but his mind was addled. The elders, seeing this, tried to ask a few questions of Crow. His incoherent answers and the awkward situation ensured the elders left after only a few minutes of questioning. In their mind, Crow and the girls had been at their sex play for days. It was a scenario that blew their mind, and they didn’t even suspect any of them.

“Mine!” Leila shouted when the door shut and mounted Crow’s still incredibly hard penis. Turns out he wasn’t the only one tortured by the game, and within seconds, he erupted inside her. She felt his hot sperm filling her and was nearly overwhelmed by her own orgasm that arrived almost simultaneously.

Even after his release, Crow’s cock didn’t go limp. He kept pumping into Leila mindlessly. Within minutes, she’d already orgasmed three times before she slid off him, unable to continue. Woman after woman mounted him and Minnie looked at Zoe.

“Did… we take it too far?”

“I—maybe?” Zoe’s pale face turned toward Crow, still thrusting his hips upward like a maddened bull. Even without being able to use his arms and legs, it was like he pierced each woman so deeply they couldn’t escape his manipulations.

“Let’s go together. We can use the Mind Soothe ritual if we can get the other girls on their feet,” Minnie said, using minor techniques to restore the stamina of her sisters.

Hours later, most of the coven slept with vulgar expressions on their faces and bodies covered in juices from rampant sex. More than a few of them were still panting. Their minds were like Crow’s, wasted from the sex. The next day, they all lounged around the main room, unable to move their sore bodies. Crow remained unconscious, but Zoe knew it was from exhaustion. Before he passed out, he praised her in a weak voice. Claimed her tactic for avoiding suspicion was creative.

Zoe blushed because of the praise and shame. Still, she noticed the sisters were even closer because of the ‘game.’ Some of the room pairings had changed, and they now looked at Crow as if they’d finally accepted him.

It was another day before Crow woke up. They’d unshackled and cleaned him with a hot towel before moving him into Zoe’s bed.

“Finally, you’re awake,” Minnie said on the bed beside him. Her upper body was leaning against the backboard of the bed. In her hands, she was cradling a little newborn girl. “Say hi to our little girl, May. May, isn’t your daddy so handsome?”

“What the fuck!?” Crow shouted and sat up, startling the little baby, who started crying.

“Bad daddy!” Minnie slapped the back of Crow’s head.