Chapter 211: Lemme Lick that Plump Pinky, Please *

Anna couldn’t help but blush when she saw how Silas was staring at her. His eyes roamed over her body with an almost insulting slowness that would make a woman disgusted. Well, she wasn’t disgusted in any way.

This was in the context of Silas being some random guy. But Silas was her man, and she didn’t mind if he looked like a more handsome version of Johnny Sins with pink hair and a hard dick, visible even through the steam.

Anna wore a one-piece black bikini.

The kind that looked modest on a rack and obscene on a body. The fabric hugged her ribs, cut high at the hip, leaving a band of bare skin above the waterline that lantern light turned to honey. Thin straps crossed her shoulder blades, knotted once, low enough to count vertebrae. The spring had darkened the nylon to wet ink, clinging where it had no business clinging.

Her long dark brown hair was pinned up. Damp tendrils curled at her temples. Her brown eyes hadn’t left him once.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Immensely."

She sank until the water touched her chin, hoping the steam hid the way her nipples had tightened against the soaked fabric. His grin said it hadn’t.

Then footsteps on stone.

Anna turned. The women of Silas’s life arrived like a slow tide, each one reading the room before she set foot in the water.

Chloe came first.

White hair loose, falling past pale shoulders, her blue eyes flat as winter glass. She wore a white bikini with pale blue piping. Pale skin, pale hair, pale expression, except for the blush climbing her throat that she couldn’t quite kill.

She didn’t look at Silas. She stepped into the spring at the far edge, water rippling up her calves, thighs, and waist. She settled on the stone ledge, pulled out her phone, and began to play.

The blush deepened. She didn’t look up. She could feel his intense, perverted gaze on her. It was honestly, infuriatingly, good. To her, it meant that Silas still admired her, no matter what she had become. The blush deepened as she thought about this.

Gromda came second.

The doorway suddenly looked small. Seven feet of muscle, white hair tied short and still damp, green eyes bright as fresh venom. She wore a dark green athletic top and matching shorts, cut for movement, and her grin, wide and hungry and delighted, said she knew exactly what she was walking into.

"Room for one more?"

She didn’t wait. She waded in with a splash that sloshed water over the stone lip, settled onto a ledge, and spread her arms along the rim like she owned the spring. Water beaded on her shoulders. The grin hadn’t dimmed. Her eyes hadn’t left Silas once.

Around them, she talked normally. She was now fluent in English- a perk of an S-Rank entity: insane learning speed.

Echidna came last.

Long black hair, wavy and thick, fell past her waist and dripped onto shoulders dusted with dark scales, the same scales running down her forearms and shins, catching the lantern light like wet slate- golden eyes, slit-pupiled, bright as molten amber.

A faint dark down traced her jaw, soft and wild, the kind of detail that reminded you she was older than the mountains and had never once cared what anyone thought of it.

Long black horns curved back from her temples, smooth as polished obsidian.

And below all that, a black halter bikini strained across the largest breasts in the room. The kind of proportions that made Anna feel, briefly and absurdly, inadequate.

Echidna stepped into the water like she’d carved the spring herself. She didn’t stop until she stood in front of Silas.

"You’re warm," she announced, to no one in particular. "I’m sitting with you."

She sat on him. Her legs bracketed his hips beneath the surface, her arms looped around his neck, and her tail- she had just conjured it- coiled around his ankle under the water like a signature.

Silas blinked at Anna over Echidna’s shoulder.

Anna’s lips twitched.

The spring was suddenly very crowded.

Chloe looked up from her phone. The blush had reached her ears. The game in her hands had already died, forgotten.

Gromda laughed, low and delighted.

"Now this," she said, "is a hot spring."

And beneath the steaming surface, something tightened around Silas’s ankle, patient, possessive, and already certain of its answer.

***

The steam curled between them like a held breath.

Nobody said anything for a while. The spring did the talking, the soft lap of water against stone, the distant drip of condensation, the sigh of four bodies sinking deeper into the heat.

Chloe’s thumbs moved across her phone. The game’s tinny score echoed off the rock. She hadn’t looked up once, but her toes had drifted toward Silas’s thigh beneath the surface, a small betrayal she pretended not to notice.

Gromda stretched her arms along the rim, tattoos catching the lantern light. "This is what I needed. After that run."

"You ran the whole estate," Anna said.

"Twice." Gromda grinned, unrepentant. "Worth it."

Echidna’s tail tightened around Silas’s ankle. She said nothing, just watched his face like the other two weren’t there, her claws tracing slow circles on his shoulder.

Chloe spoke without looking up. "Your technique is dead."

"Mm." Gromda shrugged, water sloshing. "I’ll build a new one."

The talk drifted- the tournament, the academy’s terrible cafeteria, whether the spring actually healed or just felt like it. Nothing that mattered. The kind of talk that happens when bodies are warm, and nobody wants to leave.

Then the words appeared.

In front of Silas alone, a translucent panel, glowing faint pink:

[Charm and Lust activated. Good Luck Surviving.]

He blinked. The panel lingered.

The water turned hotter.

Anna shifted on the stone ledge, one hand pressing flat to her collarbone. Her breath came shallow. When she looked at him, there was no question in her eyes, only hunger, fresh and sudden and already burning.

Chloe’s phone lowered an inch. Her gaze lifted, blue, flat, and fixed. Gromda’s tattoos flickered; red crept up her arms, slow as dawn.

And Echidna went still.

Her claws tightened on his shoulders, her golden eyes blown wide. A tremor ran down her spine, and her hips pressed once against his lap, as if the water itself had turned to silk against her skin.

Silas smiled and stood up, his huge member stretching his shorts. The women visibly gulped.

Echidna made a sound she’d never made before- a startled gasp that broke into a moan as he lifted her, her legs locking around his waist on instinct, her tail whipping through the water for balance. The halter top slipped, her breasts pressed against his chest, wet and warm.

His grin widened.

He looked up at her, steam curling off her shoulders, her horns catching the lantern light, her face flushed and stunned, the dark down on her jaw beaded with moisture.

"Lemme lick that plump pink, please."

Her mouth opened to question, to protest, to demand, and he dropped to his knees in the water.

Her thighs bracketed his head.

The black fabric of her bottoms clung to her like a second skin, translucent where the spring had soaked it through, and beneath it, plump, pressed against the wet nylon, the shape of her- pink and swollen and already slick, her folds visible through the clinging cloth.

He leaned in and licked her through the fabric, a long, flat stroke, bottom to top. His tongue dragged over the soaked nylon, pressing her folds apart beneath it. The salt of the spring, the heat of her, the way she jolted as if lightning had hit her.

Echidna cried out.

A sound she’d never made. High, shocked and broken, her claws raking his shoulders, her hips bucking against his mouth before she knew what her body was doing.

"Silas~!"

He licked again.

Slower and firmer, his mouth worked the wet fabric against her clit, feeling her tremble through it, feeling the way she clenched around nothing, chasing a pressure she’d never once imagined wanting.

Behind her, Anna’s breath caught, Chloe’s phone hit the water, and Gromda’s tattoos flared red.

*****

And this is the end of Volume 3: The Ice Empress.

The next volume is The Inter-Academy Selection Tournament. It will cover everything about the current tournament arc and end when Silas receives an official mission to start conquering worlds.

That will be the start of Volume 5.

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