The Three-Headed Dragon Sisters!

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Knowing that Ashtarot might find them even with their invisibility magic, the three sisters teleported to their secret room.

The room was designed in a baroque style with red and black as dominant colors. A table and sofas occupied the center, while a cozy fireplace added warmth.

The walls were adorned with countless pictures of Ashtarot, and a massive painting of him, over 2 meters tall, dominated one wall.

In front of it were many displays of hair, gloves, clothes, and even toothbrushes—all items once belonging to Ashtarot.

In one corner stood a printer-like box with a screen on top, ready to print their latest snapshots.

"Faster, sister Sorrush! I want to display that picture in my room!" Sarissa said impatiently, her short hair bouncing as she tried to turn on the printer.

"Calm down! I'm transferring the picture first!" replied Sorrush, the eldest, with black horns and long silver hair.

"Oi, transfer it fast, administrator! Do your job properly!" she continued, glaring at the system.

[Don't use the system for this unimportant thing!]

[I'm not your slave!]

The system protested, only fueling the anger of the three sisters.

"Administrator, if you don't do your job properly, I will send one of my dolls to your place. I hope you like it."

Sorrel, the middle sister, spoke in a soft yet menacing voice. Her long, wavy hair levitated with her anger, contrasting her smiling face.

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[Done! I transferred it already!]

The printer whirred to life, producing over 50 pictures they had taken earlier. They eagerly sorted through them, deciding which ones to display in their shared room and which to keep individually.

The three sisters then settled on the sofa. Sorrush lay back, sniffing the pictures while her chest functioned as a makeshift table.

Sorrel and Sarissa either kissed the photos or brushed them against their faces.

"I can't get enough of how handsome he is!" Sorrel exclaimed, kissing a picture.

"He's hotter when he gets angry! I want him to punish me!" Sorrush squirmed on the sofa, imagining her ass being smacked by him.

The youngest sister's sudden chuckle drew the attention of the other two. "Fufu, you must be really jealous of me, sisters!"

Sarissa pulled a spoon from her silver short dress, causing her sisters to gasp in disbelief, their mouths agape and eyes sparkling with heart-shaped irises.

"That! The legendary dessert spoon!" Sirrush leaped from her seat, trying to snatch the spoon, but Sarissa was quicker, raising it high.

Ashtarot was known for his sweet tooth, and that spoon was his most-used cutlery.

"Sister! Give it to me! I want to lick it!" Sorrel summoned her dolls, ready to fight.

"Fufu! You can't since I've already licked it clean!" Sarissa declared proudly. "AAHHHH! I'M INDIRECTLY KISSING HIM!!!" She spun around joyfully, her face flushed with happiness.

"Not fair!" the two sisters chorused, their faces falling as they slumped back onto the sofa. Meanwhile, Sarissa remained ecstatic about her treasured find.

Suddenly, Sorrel burst into hysterical laughter, confusing her sisters. She opened a small portal, rummaging inside for something.

"TAAADAAA!!! I HAVE THIS!" she announced, pulling out an Ashtarot doll dressed in his signature black tux with golden pins and accessories.

The other two sisters tilted their heads. Sorrel, a doll maker, had thousands of Ashtarot dolls in different outfits and expressions. What made this one special?

They looked closely and gasped. The hair was made of real hair, and the scent was unmistakably Ashtarot's!

"Yes, as you expected. I've gathered his hair over the last thousand years and even risked my life to steal one of his clothes!" Sorrel hugged the doll to her face, sniffing it deeply.

"Ahhhh~ It still smells like him. Every time I sniff it, I want to touch myself," Sorrel squirmed, her face reddening.

"Grrr!!! NO! My spoon is better because I kissed him!" Sarissa defended her treasure.

"Hah! Yours is just a normal spoon now since you licked it clean!" Sorrel mocked.

The two sisters glared at each other, unwilling to concede their prized possessions' superiority.

Just Sorrush stood there without anything to be proud of. Slumping onto the sofa, she cried out loud, "NOOO!!! I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING!!! ASHTAROT HATES ME!!!" She wailed, lying down and kicking the air, nagging like a child.

"I WANTED TO KISS AND SNIFF HIM TOO!!!"

Her cries were so loud that the other sisters had to cover their ears. It was true, Ashtarot often shot glares at her and reprimanded her.

It was Sorrush's fault though; she could never do her job properly.

The two sisters exchanged worried, sympathetic looks before approaching Sorrush and offering their prized items. "Here, you can touch it, sister," they said in unison.

She stopped crying and hugged the items. "Thank you, sisters." Her mood improved instantly. "Let's display these artifacts here."

The three of them then opened the display cases and placed the two items inside.

"Hehe~ another collection to bow to!" Sirrush said excitedly.

Sorrel and Sarissa sighed inwardly, thinking, 'Lucky we gave her duplicate ones.'

***

Ashtarot suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, shivering as if someone were talking about him behind his back.

He hugged himself for warmth, muttering, 'What is happening?'

After calming down, he turned back to the still-crying Zaek, Ashtarot sighed, "Zaek, you need to love yourself more. You are good as you are."

Zaek looked at him, wanting to protest but knowing it would only anger Ashtarot. "I'm... I'm ugly~ huhu."

Ashtarot grabbed his shoulder, staring intently into Zaek's eyes. "You are not ugly! It's just the way your alien race looks! Be proud of yourself and your origin!"

"You are handsome by your race's standards! And you are Enigmata Genesis! You are the coolest robot on this floor!"

Zaek listened he was right, his mother always told him that he was the most handsome man alive.

His eyes glistened with newfound determination. "Thank you, Ashtarot! I'm the coolest man on this floor!"

Ashtarot smirked, but his grip on Zaek's shoulder tightened, his gaze turning fierce. "Now, do your job properly."

Zaek winced in pain. "STOP, ASHTAROT, YOU'RE HURTING ME!!! My skin is bleeding!!" he screamed, looking at Ashtarot's nails prick into his shoulder.

"STOOPP AAHHHHHH---"