Chapter 447: *The Beginning Of The End [CIX] (Hide & Seek)*

The warm water lapped gently around them.

Plish… plish…

Vivian’s hand kept moving at a slow and steady rhythm beneath the surface. She watched his face with great interest, clearly pleased with herself.

Fap… fap… fap…

The soft, wet rhythm continued under the water.

At that moment, Vivian brought her lips close to his ear again, her voice barely a breath.

“You can let go, you know,” she whispered.

He tried to keep still and look calm, but that was getting increasingly harder, especially after that whisper…

But two could play at that game.

Slowly, without drawing any attention, he moved his arm beneath the surface. His hand found her waist first.

He felt her stiffen slightly, just barely, at the unexpected contact.

He said nothing.

Plish…

His fingers slowly moved, trailing upward along her side beneath the water.

Vivian’s stroke faltered lightly.

Fap… fap…

But she recovered quickly, as her eyes cut to him with a questioning look, but Aestrea was simply looking straight ahead.

His expression gave away nothing.

’You want to play, huh?!’ Her eyes narrowed.

His hand kept moving.

Fap… fap…

She resumed her rhythm, clearly deciding she would not give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

At the same time, his fingers reached the edge of her towel beneath the water. He felt the fabric that was soaked through and desperately clinging to every curve.

He hooked one finger beneath the edge.

Plish…

“A-ah!” Vivian’s breath caught.

A tiny, almost invisible hitch.

“Mhm…?” Isabella stirred lightly beside him.

Both of them went absolutely still.

Tok… tok… tok…

The bamboo fountain continued its quiet rhythm. Isabella simply shifted, pressing her cheek more comfortably into his shoulder, and was still again.

“Fwoo…”

He exhaled slowly.

Then continued.

His hand slipped beneath the towel entirely. His palm cupped the full, warm weight of her breast beneath the water, fingers curling slowly around the soft flesh.

Fap…

Vivian’s hand stopped completely.

Just for a second.

…Fap. Fap.

She started again, much slower now, like she was having trouble remembering what she was doing.

Squish…

He squeezed gently.

“H-hummn…” Her jaw tightened as a small moan of surprise escaped her lips.

He could see it from the corner of his eye.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to catch her gaze.

Her black eyes were on him. The playful fire in them was still there, but it was mixed with something else now… ever-increasing lust.

He raised an eyebrow.

’See something you like?’

Her eyes narrowed again

Fap fap fap…

She quickened her pace beneath the water.

His thumb moved in response, slowly leaving slow circles, then tracing the soft skin of her breast just beneath the surface, finding the center and brushing over it lightly.

“Mmn~”

The sound barely escaped her, bitten back almost immediately.

But he heard it, so he repeated the same movement, his thumb moved again and traced the same slow circle.

Fap fap fap…

Her strokes were losing their rhythm now, starting to become more unstable. She was distracted and clearly fighting hard not to show it.

He pressed slightly firmer. His fingers kneaded the soft, full weight of her breast slowly, unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world.

Which he did.

Plish plish…

Vivian shifted in the water. A subtle roll of her body, almost involuntary, pressing herself more firmly into his palm.

He noticed and simply continued.

His fingers found the peak of her breast and pinched, soft and slow.

“Hha~…”

Her breath came out sharp through her nose. Her hand beneath the water gripped him harder.

Fap fap fap fap…

Isabella let out a quiet, sleepy hum beside him.

“Mmm… the water feels so nice…”

“It does,” he replied.

Vivian said nothing.

Her lips were pressed firmly together.

He rolled his fingers again, kneading and then slighly pressing her breasts.

His thumb dragged slowly and deliberately across the sensitive peak of her breast over and over, beneath the warm water.

Fap… fap…

Her pace was faltering badly now.

She leaned slightly toward him, almost without meaning to, her shoulder pressing into his. Her crimson hair, damp at the edges, fell forward slightly as her chin dipped.

He could see her gritting her teeth, the tight press of her lips, the way her brow furrowed just slightly, and of course, the flush of her cheeks.

She was trying very hard.

He admired the effort.

His hand shifted, cupping her fully again and then squeezing with a slow, firm pressure that made the water ripple slightly around them.

Plish…

“Mn… hh…”

Her sounds were almost silent. Swallowed down as fast as they came. But they were there. Small and breathless and completely involuntary.

Fap fap fap…!

She was gripping him tighter now.

Her strokes became faster, like she was trying to regain the upper hand by pushing him closer to the edge before she lost her own composure entirely.

’Fwoo… I’m getting close.’

And since she was trying to get the upper hand back, he responded in kind.

Both hands now.

One still cupping her breast beneath the water. The other came up above the surface, casually, as if simply resting his arm along the edge of the pool.

Except his fingers found the knot of her towel where it was tied above the waterline.

Vivian froze.

Her eyes snapped to his hand.

Then to his face.

He was not looking at her.

He was still looking forward, relaxed, expression completely neutral. As if his fingers were not hovering directly over the knot holding her towel together.

“…Don’t you dare,” she breathed.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Then his fingers moved. Not pulling, but just… resting against the knot.

A quiet, idle threat.

Fap… fap…

Her hand beneath the water had slowed to almost nothing.

“Aestrea,” she whispered in a warning tone.

He turned his head toward her fully now.

His eyes met hers.

Then, slowly, a small smile appeared on his lips.

He did not pull the knot.

Instead, his hand slid down from the towel and returned beneath the water.

Back to her breast.

Both hands were now working in tandem.

One kneading with slow, firm pressure.

The other teasing the peak with his thumb, rolling and pressing in a rhythm that matched, deliberately, the pace she had been using on him.

Plish plish…

“Huh… mhh…”

Her sounds were coming faster now. Smaller and smaller, but more frequent. She was losing the battle, and she knew it.

Fap…!

Her hand had almost completely stopped.

He leaned slightly toward her, bringing his lips close to her ear, and whispered exactly what she had said to him earlier.

“You can let go, you know.”

“Mmnnv!”

She turned her face away from him. Her free hand came up to press against her own mouth beneath the cover of her hair.

Her body shivered once.

He felt it against his palms and kept slowly kneading her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, and teasing her body.

Plish… plish…

The spring settled.

The bamboo fountain continued.

Tok… tok… tok…

Isabella sighed peacefully.

“I really could fall asleep here,” she murmured softly.

A long moment passed.

“H-hhhuugh…!”

A muffled moan escaped Vivian’s lips, and then, she slowly lowered her hand from her mouth.

Her breathing was still uneven. She stared at the surface of the water, saying nothing, her crimson hair half hiding her face.

Aestrea smiled at her, then he reached over to the stone tray.

He poured two cups of tea.

He set one in front of her without a word.

She stared at it.

Then reached out and picked it up before taking a slow sip.

Another silence.

Then, very quietly, without looking at him:

“…That was not fair.”

He picked up his own cup and took a sip.

“You started it,” he said simply.

She said nothing for a moment.

Then, despite everything, a small laugh slipped out of her.

“Hm, hm, hm…”

Isabella had been humming softly to herself this whole time.

A quiet, gentle melody. Tuneless and peaceful… the kind of sound someone makes when they are completely at ease with the world.

Then she stopped and turned her head.

Her emerald eyes moved between the two of them.

Taking in Vivian’s slightly flushed cheeks. The small, suspiciously satisfied smile on Aestrea’s lips. The two cups of tea were sitting between them.

She blinked.

That look appeared on her face.

…What are you two laughing about?

She didn’t even need to say it out loud. Her expression said it perfectly.

Vivian opened her mouth first.

“Oh, we were simply having a chat and drinking tea,” she said smoothly. Completely composed, without a single crack in her voice.

Aestrea only nodded once.

Isabella looked at him.

Then at Vivian.

Then back at him.

A pause.

“…I see,” she said simply.

She did not push further. She only reached over to the stone tray with her usual calm grace and poured herself a cup of tea.

Clink.

She brought it to her lips and took a slow sip.

Tok… tok… tok…

The bamboo fountain continued.

Steam curled lazily above the water.

Everything was quiet and still again.

Vivian closed her eyes.

She leaned her head back against the stone edge of the pool, her expression settling into something soft and relaxed.

The cup rested loosely in both hands against her chest.

She looked completely at peace.

Aestrea watched her for a moment. Then looked forward, his own cup in hand, content to sit in the comfortable silence.

Isabella took another small sip of her tea.

Then he noticed the small smile on her lips.

It was subtle… barely there.

It was just a faint, wry curve at the corner of her mouth as her emerald eyes moved toward Vivian’s resting face.

He almost said something, but then she set her cup down.

Clink.

Without a word, without even a glance in his direction, she slipped beneath the surface of the water.

Plish…

He blinked and looked at the spot where she had been sitting a second ago, then glanced forward.

Tok… tok… tok…

He frowned slightly.

’…What is she—’

“—Gluckh~”

The sound came from beneath the water.

Something impossibly soft and delicate wrapped around the tip of his cock beneath the surface.

“U-ugh..!”

He knew instantly that it was Isabella’s tongue, curling with a kind of practiced, unhurried patience that made his entire body go rigid in an instant.

His cup tilted, but he quickly caught it.

Plish.

A small ripple spread outward across the surface of the spring. He stared down at the water. The steam obscured everything beneath.

The surface gave nothing away, as if nothing was happening at all.

“Gluckh… gluckh…”

The soft, muffled sounds rose from beneath.

Quiet enough that only he could hear them.

His hand gripped the stone edge.

Across from him, Vivian sat with her eyes still closed, with her head tilted back. Breathing slowly and easily.

Completely unaware that Isabella had vanished, and was now giving him a blowjob,

“Gulp!”

He swallowed hard, but at the same time, he wanted to sigh.

How come both of them had the same kind of idea?

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