Chapter 446: The Beginning Of The End [CVIII]

They continued dancing for quite a while, but even then, Aestrea didn’t feel bored at all as he was with two of his lovers.

Just being with them made him happy.

And finally…

It was time for them to leave.

“…Where should we go now?” Vivian muttered in a thoughtful tone.

“…I’m not sure. Most places are closed at this hour,” Isabella said with a soft sigh.

Aestrea glanced around the quiet street outside the grand hall. Midnight had already passed. The city was calm now, with only a few lanterns still glowing.

He frowned slightly.

It was not the best time for a date, but this was the only time the three of them could meet like this.

He had to think of something.

’…Hot springs! How come I almost forgot about that?’

He stopped on his steps, causing the other two to also stop.

“What is it?” Isabella asked.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

“How about we go to the hot springs? It’s open all day and night. We won’t have to worry about anything being closed.”

For a second, they stared at him.

Then their eyes lit up.

“That’s perfect,” Isabella said at once.

“Then why are we still standing here?” Vivian grinned widely.

She grabbed his right arm without waiting. Isabella calmly took his left, though the way she held him was just as firm.

“Let’s go,” Vivian said excitedly.

Aestrea chuckled softly.

Instead of walking through the streets, he decided not to waste time. In a blink, the world around them shifted.

The next second, they were standing in front of the grand entrance of the hot springs.

“You really don’t like wasting time.”

“I don’t like wasting time,” he replied lightly.

They went inside and followed the formal steps at the entrance. After a short wait, they secured a private space reserved only for the three of them.

Soon, they were guided down a quiet wooden corridor.

Their guide, a polite attendant in a simple yukata, slides open a wooden door to reveal their private oasis.

It’s a beautifully secluded outdoor area enclosed by a high bamboo fence and smooth, dark stones.

A large, natural-looking rock pool dominates the space, its surface shimmering with steam under the soft glow of paper lanterns hung from the surrounding trees.

The water looks invitingly hot, and the gentle sound of a small bamboo water fountain provides a soothing, rhythmic backdrop.

“Please, enjoy your soak,” the attendant says with a slight bow, placing three fluffy, clean towels and a small wooden tray with cups and a pot of hot tea on a nearby stone bench before retreating and sliding the door shut, leaving them in complete privacy.

Vivian was the first one to react, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“Oh, this is even better than I imagined,” she said, already reaching for the tie on her dress, just to be pushed by Isabella to the changing rooms.

“H-hey!”

“Shhhh!”

The two women bickered, causing Aestrea to chuckle. He went to the other changing room and undressed himself before grabbing a black yukata.

He didn’t wear it, and instead, he hung on one of the hot stones of the springs before entering the warm, soothing water.

“Ooohhh… this feels so fucking great…”

Creaak…!

The soft sound of the wooden door sliding open broke the stillness.

He didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was.

He lifted his head, and his breath caught in his throat.

They stood there, framed by the doorway, silhouetted against the soft light from the lanterns.

The formal dresses were gone, replaced by nothing but two pristine white towels.

On the left was Isabella.

The towel was wrapped high, just barely containing the generous swell of her full chest, the fabric taut and strained.

It clung to the dampness of her skin, outlining the firm, perfect globes of her breasts before dipping down to a narrow waist that seemed almost impossibly delicate.

From there, the towel flared slightly over her wide, shapely hips, the hem ending high on her thighs, doing little to hide the powerful, sculpted lines of her legs.

Her silver hair, now free, was a waterfall of moonlight and ethereal neon, cascading over her shoulders and down her back, the cyan-green tips glowing softly against the white of the towel and her pale skin.

And on the right was Vivian.

She was a study in sinful contrast.

Her crimson hair was a wild, vibrant halo around her head, framing the sharp, predatory beauty of her face and the elegant, backward curve of her now-longer horns.

Her black eyes, with their vertical pupils, fixed on him with an intensity that made his little brother want to ascend.

Her towel was tied lower, a daring slash of white that barely contained the impressive size of her cleavage.

The fabric was stretched thin over her hourglass figure, clinging to a narrow waist that flared out into hips that were nothing short of majestic.

The towel’s hem was even shorter than Isabella’s, showcasing the full, rounded perfection of her ass and the long, toned lines of her legs.

She was the first to move, her hips swaying with a natural, hypnotic rhythm as she approached the spring’s corner.

“See something you like, Aestrea~?” she purred with a playful smirk.

Isabella followed right behind her, her eyes lighting up at the stream coming out from the water.

“That looks comfortable…”

Vivian stepped forward first, one hand resting on the edge of the stone pool as she dipped a foot into the hot spring.

“Mmm… warm,” she hummed in a pleased tone.

Without breaking eye contact with him, she slowly lowered herself into the water.

The towel loosened slightly as she moved, but she adjusted it with lazy confidence once she was submerged to her chest.

Ripples spread outward in soft circles.

She made her way through the water and settled at his right side.

Her thigh brushed against his beneath the surface, smooth skin sliding lightly against his leg, before she leaned into him without hesitation.

One arm draped across the edge of the pool behind him, the other resting casually on his chest.

“Much better,” she whispered.

On the other side, Isabella stepped forward with calm grace.

She tested the water with her toes first, then eased herself in slowly, a quiet breath slipping from her lips as the heat surrounded her.

“Ah… this is perfect.”

Her towel clung to her curves as it soaked slightly, but she paid it no mind. She moved with steady elegance through the shallow steam and came to his left side.

Unlike Vivian, Isabella did not press immediately.

She sat beside him first.

Then slowly leaned in.

Her shoulder touched his. Then her arm slipped beneath his, her hand resting gently along his waist under the water.

“You do know how to choose places,” she said softly.

“He wanted us relaxed,” Vivian smirked and shifted closer, her cheek almost brushing his shoulder.

“Or distracted,” Isabella added lightly.

Aestrea exhaled, sinking slightly into the warm water as both women pressed closer from either side.

But then, he felt Vivian shift slightly, her thigh pressing more firmly against his under the water.

Her hand, which had been resting casually on his chest, began to move.

It slowly slid down, tracing the line of his sternum, his abdomen, the muscles tensing involuntarily at her teasing touch.

The water swirled around her hand.

Her fingers ventured lower, past his navel, until they brushed against the base of his cock. It was a feather-light touch, inquisitive and bold.

“Uhm…”

He felt a jolt, a spark that shot through him despite the encompassing heat of the spring.

Her fingers wrapped around him, the slick warmth of the water making the contact effortless.

She held him for a moment, feeling him harden in her grasp, and then she began to move.

Fap… fap…

Her strokes were maddeningly slow.

Up and down, a silent, underwater rhythm that was completely at odds with the serene atmosphere of the spring.

The only sounds were the gentle plish-plish of water disturbed by her movements and his own sharp intake of breath.

His eyes snapped open and turned to her.

Vivian’s black eyes were already on him, shining with a mischievous yet lustful fire.

A smirk played on her lips as she brought her free index finger up, pressing it gently against his own mouth.

“Shhhh…”

Her gaze then flicked towards Isabella, who had her head tilted back, her eyes closed, a look of absolute peace on her face as she soaked in the warmth.

Then, Vivian suddenly waved her other hand, creating an invisible barrier before letting out a small chuckle, and speaking:

“Don’t you think this is exciting~?”

He almost laughed at those words.

The sheer audacity of her, the secret thrill of it happening right beside their peacefully oblivious lover… it was intoxicating.

So he did the only thing he could do.

He gave in.

Aestrea leaned his head back against the stone, his eyes closing once more.

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