Fractured God

Let us rewind a bit.

On the night before Tibaut explored the underground structure with Ezekiel, he was feeling quite restless.

He was constantly squirming and turning in his bed. Even though his body felt like it wanted to sleep earlier it now showed no signs of sending him to dreamland.

It wasn't as though his fatigue disappeared, far from it. He knew his body needed some sleep but it just was not complying no matter how he lay in his bed.

In a way, it was quite hellish. Infuriated at his current situation he decided to take an exploration around the mansion. This seemed to be a habit that came from his old life when he would go a few days without sleep yet not be able to when he finally felt like it.

During his walk, he noticed something somewhat unusual. A door that was closed when he cleaned the mansion was now barely open and there was light coming out. This was quite unusual as, as far as he knew, that wasn't Elizabeth's or Vanessa's room nor was it the library.

"How odd." He thought in a state that was neither awake nor asleep.

He heard some splashing but that confused him even more. There was already a room with a bath and an indoor pool seemed a bit ridiculous.

What was going on in there exactly? In a mental state where caution was a distant memory, he peeked into the room. The sight that greeted his eyes was something that most men would dream about.

Within a second his stamina returned to him. He knew he had to look away, unfortunately, the fact he was a red-blooded male made that almost impossible. Falling to his most basic instincts, he instead viewed the opening with even more vigour and caution than before.

In that room was what looked like a communal bath surrounded by regal-looking marble (at least that was his best guess) floor with gold streaks in it.

That however was nothing compared to the three women in there. Their bodies were incredibly complementary.

There were very few men who would be able to look at that scene and not leave satisfied.

Elizabeth was one thing clothed but this was a whole other level. Her skin was flawless and it was noticeable she had somewhat of a tan. It seemed her armour had protected her torso and the highest part of her legs as their lustre and paleness were similar to a marble statue compared to the rest of her body which was more average in skin tone. This made it very hard not to focus on her quite moderate chest. The contrast of the pinkness of her nipples against the skin however was a very clear reminder she was no statue.

The sight was interrupted by two dark hands grabbing them.

"Hey Vanessa, stop doing that." She said before half-heartedly throwing Vanessa in front of her below the water's surface. "Don't think I'm just gonna let go of the fact you wore my new panty, you old hag!"

With that throw of Vanessa, Tibaut saw something he hadn't seen in nearly 16 (technically 12 but he didn't care for the one he saw back then) years, from when he still had access to the internet. Those few moments now burned in his skull will be very useful when he has further sleepless nights.

Vanessa soon surfaced from the water. "When will you stop calling me that? You call grandma's hags, not me! You're the only one who calls me that, isn't that right, Merrill."

Vanessa's skin gave a nice contrast to Elizabeth's. Her skin was comparable to a polished and stained dark oak. Now that he compared them both women were somewhat toned but had no clearly defined muscles. However as Elizabeth had a body that showed moderation with the chest and behind, while Vanessa looked like she represented excess. She had breasts that looked ever so slightly larger than her head. The bra she wore must have been a legendary item as they looked noticeably bigger than they did when she was clothed. Her behind was no slouch either. It looked as though it was sculpted by a master artisan who had no reservations about people labelling his art "lewd".

Even though Tibaut knew if he was ever found, it'd be his last day on earth he couldn't help but be grateful that this would be the last site he'd see.

Finally, his eyes darted to the final woman present.

In a voice so soft that Tibaut could barely hear what she was saying she timidly stated "um, well, Vanessa, you're not exactly old but um," she then hesitated for a moment "you're not exactly young either."

She had purple hair that went down to her chest and was closer in skin tone to the parts of Elizabeth that had experienced the sun.

This woman had completed the breast trilogy the group had created. While her breasts were smaller than her friends they were quite a refreshing sight after looking at Vanessa's chest. It was like cutting the flavorful fat of an amazing piece of steak with an enjoyable citrus sauce.

The two sights together in Tibaut's eyes were worth more than the sum of their parts. While her body fat was noticeable it was certainly no issue.

It played into her strongest feature.

Her thighs.

When she had stood up, Tibaut made one distinct observation. In all the time he had spent alive in this world and the next, he was absolutely certain he had not seen thighs as magnificent as hers. Even if a goddess were to appear before him he would have no doubt in his mind that the woman named Merrill would be leagues ahead in quality. If an illustration of her thighs were distributed across the globe, there was no doubt in his mind that men everywhere would form a new religion. They were so grand in fact that he nearly ignored the symbol of womanhood that lay between them.

The woman continued to have a discussion but Tibaut soon left. He quickly stumbled to his room. Within one night he had made his right hand 10% stronger and the dream he experienced that night made any eroges and doujins he played and read in his last life seem laughable in comparison.