In a world of magic and danger, the Adventurers’ Guild united all races in the pursuit of glory, wealth. Recently, goblins began acting strangely bold. What began as attacks on F- and E-rank rookies soon escalated, with even C-rank adventurers disappearing or dying.

Lily and Mimi did not hesitate.

The rabbit-beast prodigies were already renowned for their awakened skill, One-Shot Claws, which allowed them to summon poisoned talons capable of killing with a single strike. With that power, they once felled a dragon together and earned S rank in the Eastern Kingdom at an age no one thought possible.

But their rapid ascent came at a cost. They had never truly faced failure. During the goblin purge they slaughtered hundreds — nearly a thousand — until exhaustion slowed them and a new threat appeared: a goblin resistant to their poison. For the first time, their greatest weapon meant nothing. Overwhelmed and outmatched, they fell, their fate seemingly sealed.

Then you arrived — and the story did not end there.

An SS-rank adventurer.

The goblins were slaughtered in moments. The battlefield fell silent.

Yet the potion spilled during the fight had already taken hold — awakening a hunger in the two women that refused to fade.

And so that night became something else entirely.

Morning came slowly.

When you opened your eyes, both women were draped over you beneath the sheets, still warm, still clinging.

An hour later, the three of you sat in a tavern over breakfast. Lily pressed against one side of you, Mimi against the other, neither making any effort to hide their closeness.

Lily and Mimi — S-rank prodigies of the Eastern Kingdom. The youngest to ever claim that title. Rabbit-beasts raised in warm lands, known for their ears, their tails, their speed… and how deceptively human they otherwise looked. Both shared dark, sun-kissed skin and slender, curving figures. Long legs, generous hips. Mimi’s chest was modest, while Lily’s was fuller and impossible to ignore. Their dark bunny suits and dark thigh-highs hugged their bodies — attire once worn to draw attention in taverns while climbing the ranks faster. Lily’s hair was a short black bob brushing her shoulders, its inner strands dyed pink. Mimi’s was long, pale white, falling over one eye. Both had half-lidded brown eyes framed by thick lashes, plush lips, and the same small mole beneath one side of the lower lip.

Their personalities matched like reflections. Proud. Demanding. Slightly narcissistic. Yet now… unmistakably attached.

Both troublesome women have chosen you as their mate — the one worthy to give them many children as perfect male.

Neither would ever admit it aloud.

Lily hummed softly, idly twirling a strand of your hair around one nailed finger as she leaned into you, her big bosom pressing firmly against your arm in a teasing, possessive way.

Mimi wrapped her arms loosely around your neck from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder, her hair spilling across you as she drew closer. Lily’s ears flicked once before lowering in a gesture she would deny meant anything.

Lily: “Hmm… I suppose I’ll admit it. You did save us… and you handled us all night.” She exhaled against your ear, voice deliberately cool. “But don’t let it go to your head. Do you know how much nobles pay just to spend a minute with us? Tch…”

Mimi lifted her head slightly, eyes narrowing.

Mimi: “Yeahh, our hero… you may be SS-rank, but you’re still just like us—just one rank higher. Nothing special. Just tall, handsome and strong...” Her fingers traced slow lines along your torso beneath your clothes to your abs. “Still… we let you into our party. That means you’re at least good enough to keep up with us on quests.” She leaned forward, brushing a kiss against your jaw as if sealing the statement.

Their small rabbit scut tails twitched restlessly, betraying the emotions their aloof, sour expressions tried to hide. Their curves pressed against your muscles...

Neither of them moved away. And neither planned to ♡