Bathhouse Temptation
"I'm home."
[Well, you're back... wait a minute. What are you trying to do if Yuna sees this?]
Beatrice, who had come out to greet him upon sensing Cheon Seong's return, noticed the dark red blood smeared on his cheek and gently wiped it away with her delicate hand. Cheon Seong's face twisted in disgust as he grabbed her wrist.
"Why do you have to wipe away something dirty with your hands? You could've just told me."
The sight of blood-soaked fingers on Beatrice's delicate hand made Cheon Seong recoil. He cast Clean Magic dozens of times without result, then kept scrubbing with a towel. Beatrice smiled faintly and told him it was enough. She had already prepared the bathwater, so he should go wash up.
Cheon Seong refused, insisting he was the last one to shower. Beatrice kept insisting until he finally relented, packed his clothes, and headed for the bathroom.
'I should just wash up roughly.'
Normally the last one to shower, Cheon Seong had always thought the water he used was too dirty and decided to just splash it on and leave. He opened the bathroom door—and froze.
"Y-You... Cheon-seong... hurry in—."
Thud!
There was no one else there. He slammed the door shut, leaned against the wall, and muttered.
"What the... did I see something wrong?"
Yuna was inside.
She was wearing nothing but a single towel, as if she had been waiting for him.
Beatrice's urgent push to hurry up the bath and the sudden appearance of Yuna clicked into place in his mind. Cheon Seong realized this was all Beatrice's doing. He teleported desperately toward his own room to escape—only for the teleport to be dispelled mid-air.
[Where do you think you're going?]
Only Beatrice in the entire household possessed the authority to cancel even the highest-level magic, teleportation.
"Be... Beatrice? W-We can talk... for a bit..."
[Talk? You could've done that inside.]
Both of them were wrapped in nothing but a single towel, blocking the exit. Cheon Seong was cornered. He tried talking his way out, but Beatrice refused to budge.
He had no intention of using teleportation—he knew it would be dispelled—and he certainly had no power to break through. And even if he could fight his way free, he couldn't win. There was no way out.
"Hana!!!"
Calling his daughter like this as a father felt awkward, but it was the only way to escape. He planned to drag Hana into the bath with the two women, or use the distraction of Hana arriving to slip away.
But Hana didn't come after several minutes. The girl who had always dashed over the moment he called for her wasn't here.
[Are you curious why Hana isn't coming?]
Cheon Seong stared at Beatrice with disbelief as she slowly approached.
[I couldn't possibly have forgotten such a basic precaution.]
Beatrice knew exactly what Cheon Seong's last escape plan was. She had also layered a silencing barrier around the room, ensuring Hana's arrival was impossible.
Beatrice took one step forward. Cheon Seong retreated one step.
Again. And again. And again. Until his back pressed against the bathroom door and their bodies were separated by nothing but a single arm's reach.
Just looking at them felt painful. The faint scent of Beatrice's flawless skin brushed his nose, driving him wild.
He had faced this situation dozens of times in his previous life. Back then, war with the Celestials had left him surrounded by women eager to cling to a "regressor." None of them stirred at all—until he killed the ones who wouldn't stop. But how could the body of someone he had no interest in compare to the body of the woman he loved?
The room spun. His eyes kept darting to Beatrice despite himself. Why? Because he was a man?
Soft.
Finally their bodies made contact. The sweet scent of Beatrice made his head spin.
When he had taken the aphrodisiac, he had acted first, and Five Colors had purified it immediately. He didn't know how it felt to be under its full effect, but this was exactly how hot he felt now.
[Why is that? Your face is all red.]
Beatrice's cool hand stroked his cheek while the heat from her scent burned through him.
"Be... Beatrice? W-We can talk this out..."
[You don't want to?]
Beatrice cut him off before he could finish, asking if he didn't want to. Cheon Seong had no words left.
He wasn't completely without sexual desire. He was still a healthy young man.
Of course, if Beatrice were some random woman unrelated to him, even a healthy youth like him might have remained unmoved. The world's number-one beauty walking around naked and tempting him wouldn't have registered at all—he would have seen her only as a person wearing a mask.
But Beatrice was his person. The woman he loved. The one safe place where he could cry in front of her. The only one who could comfort and worry for the regressor that was him.
And that woman was breathtaking. A goddess. The kind of beauty that made passersby turn twice or three times.
Cheon Seong knew she was beautiful. Beatrice knew he found her beautiful.
So how could any of this be okay?
And there was another woman waiting inside the bathroom—Yuna, also wrapped in a single towel.
[So, Seong. Do you hate this?]
Beatrice asked with a seductive smile, as if his answer would end everything. Inside Cheon Seong, reason and instinct clashed. Reason lost. He silently shook his head.
Both reason and instinct agreed.
***
"N-No? Did I mishear you...?"
Beatrice had offered to prepare gifts for Cheon Seong, the man who had served them so well today. Yuna had happily agreed. But once she heard the details of the "gift," she had to doubt her own ears.
[If you didn't hear me correctly, I'll say it again. You and I will serve Cheon Seong with his bath.]
"A-Are you sure? No, that's part of the problem, but... anyway, that's not what I mean!"
Yuna knew how devoted Cheon Seong had been to her today—how he had filled her with love and fulfilled every request. She felt embarrassed, but she could still help with the bath.
Of course, seeing Cheon Seong naked would be terrifying, but she had decided to go through with it anyway.
But "serving with his bath" wasn't just about washing him.
"No! Cheon Seong's body alone would be embarrassing enough, but how am I supposed to take off my clothes too?!"
She wasn't planning to strip completely, but she was supposed to help wash him while wearing nothing but a towel.
[Well, isn't it only right? Your body was made for Cheon Seong after all.]
"A-Are you sure? But I... I still don't feel ready!"
She had prepared her body for him, and she would eventually... but she wasn't mentally ready yet.
Time was short. Yuna hadn't had enough time to prepare her heart when Beatrice refused to wait.
[Then I'll do it alone. You don't have to force yourself.]
Slurp.
Beatrice's thin black robe slid off and pooled at her feet. The body beneath was like a masterpiece sculpted by the gods—flawless, radiant. Even Yuna, who had the same generous curves, felt her heart stop.
Beatrice's figure was even more majestic, more perfect.
The image burned into Yuna's mind: Cheon Seong and Beatrice alone in the bath. She couldn't hold back anymore.
"I'll... I'll do it too."
Seeing that, Yuna knew she had no choice. She had already lost Cheon Seong's first kiss to Beatrice. She couldn't let her steal anything else.
'It has to be mine as much as his first kiss...'
She would have it.
Cheon Seong was the man they both loved. As two women sharing the same man, they couldn't let this go.
Yuna gathered her resolve and headed for the bathroom, but Beatrice snapped her fingers.
Slurp.
Just like that, a new set of clothes appeared on Beatrice's naked body as if by magic.
Once the dropped clothes were cleared away, familiar footsteps approached. Cheon Seong had returned from his errand, teleported home, and greeted Beatrice with a simple "I'm home."
***
"Cheon Seong, how's the water temperature?"
"I-It's fine, Yuni-ya."
When the water was finally poured over Cheon Seong, who had been dragged into the bath with the two women, he answered Yuna's question while staring at the floor.
But even though he had entered out of reason and instinct, embarrassment still burned inside him.
At least he wasn't completely naked. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, shielding his most private areas from Yuna and Beatrice. But that single towel was the only thing hiding him.
If it came off, he would show everything to both women.
Cheon Seong kept the towel dry with magic while the showerwater soaked it, but all that was happening was spraying water over his body. Soon the next part would come.
"Cheon Seong, time to wash your hair. Close your eyes."
Once her body was completely wet, Yuna squeezed shampoo into her hands and began massaging it through his hair.
Even sitting, Cheon Seong was tall. Yuna rose to her feet, reaching higher, and her full breasts swayed gently with every motion, brushing against his body.
Slosh. Slosh.
The constant sensation behind him filled his head with patriotic songs, Buddhist sutras, and the Bible—over and over.
Soft.
On his left arm, an extremely gentle touch suddenly appeared. Cheon Seong startled and tried to pull away, but a hand pinned him down and pressed his arm deeper into the foam.
[Stay still. You're just getting washed, aren't you?]
Of course Yuna was the one doing it. Only three people were in the bathroom.
Beatrice, with a shower ball and foam, hugged him from behind and lathered his body. Her massive figure pressed and squeezed against him with every move.
'No no no no no no, please please please please please please!'
Behind him was Yuna, beside him was Beatrice. They both used their own perfect bodies to wash him, daring him to resist while he bit his tongue and forced himself to endure with magic.
Shower water.
The long wait finally ended as the shower rinsed away the last of the bubbles from his hair and body.
"I-I'll go now."
Cheon Seong tried to leave after ten minutes that felt like ten hours. But...
Clunk!
[You can't.]
"Absolutely not."
Both women grabbed his arms and dragged him back into the bath. It was like being led to the slaughterhouse.
Splash!
Cheon Seong fell into the water with Beatrice and Yuna still holding him. The tub overflowed, and when the two women climbed in, the water spilled out and soaked the floor.