Solastius_Seena

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?

My Yandere Bosses: The Three Headed Dragon!

"Ck, what an annoying woman," Ashtarot scoffed.

"What's up? Is someone stalking you again?" Moloch asked, noticing the sudden shift in Ashtarot's mood.

"Bet it's those dragon sisters again," Kirzin chimed in, slinging an arm over Ashtarot's shoulder.

"The triplets are hot, but I can't tell if what's happening to you is a blessing or a curse."

Ashtarot sighed and brushed Kirzin's hand away, grimacing at the thought of the germs.

Moloch's eyes darted around nervously, knowing all too well that he'd occasionally sell information about Ashtarot to the dragon sisters—for a price, of course. Not out of malice, but because he needed the money!

Ashtarot stared at Moloch for an uncomfortably long time, making the red-headed devil fidget. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Just wondering how she got into the dorm. This wouldn't be your doing, would it?" Ashtarot's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Why Don't We Compromise?