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My Yandere Bosses: The Three Headed Dragon!

Dungeons have begun appearing all over Lamien, a world teeming with fantasy creatures. These dungeons are fraught with deadly monsters capable of wiping out entire populations in an instant. Yet, humans and other races continue to race towards the dungeon's end, eager to claim the power that awaits the victor and become one of the world's strongest beings. But little do they know about the unsung heroes within the dungeons: the workers who labor tirelessly to keep everything running smoothly. Among them is Ashtarot, a Dungeon Sentinel in the Dungeon of Noctis Babel. His job demands meticulous attention and smart decision-making, all while dealing with the eccentricities of his coworkers. Chief among his challenges are the dragon triplets who own the dungeon and serve as its final bosses. They incessantly stalk and bother him, testing his patience at every turn. One day, pushed to his limit, Ashtarot snaps, "I think I need to punish the three of you." "In bed, right?" Sirrush asks curiously. "What?" "Really? In bed?" her younger sister Sorel chimes in. "Huh?" "Yes! Please punish us in bed, Mr. Ashtarot!" the youngest sister Sarissa adds eagerly. Caught off guard by their unexpected and comical misinterpretation, Ashtarot must navigate this awkward situation while trying to do his job properly. Can he maintain order in the dungeon amidst the antics of the dragon triplets, or will their mischievous behavior drive him to the brink?

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The Dungeon Administrator, Virdentia

Ashtarot stood before the massive stone door. It was an elegant structure, intricately carved with the story of Lamien's creation. Vines and flowers had crept over the surface, giving it an air of ancient.

"Administrator, open the door," he commanded.

Today, he had decided to speak with the Administrator about the upcoming ping pong championship.

As events like these had the most significant impact on her, it was essential to discuss the details.

Being a sentinel, Ashtarot held the authority to organize such events without much oversight. He knew that the dungeon's owners—the Dragon Sisters—wouldn't object to his decisions.

At times, he felt more like the dungeon's owner than they did. But then again, when he looked at Lucifer, he saw the same struggle. Perhaps it was simply a trait of their race, an inherent drive to take on responsibility.