The bathing chamber attached to his rooms was large by any standard short of a sect master's, panelled in dark wood with smooth grey stone underfoot and a deep rectangular tub set into the floor. Someone had filled it at dawn, probably a servant who had heard enough through the walls last night to know better than to knock, and the water was still steaming in slow white clouds that drifted up and clung to the beams. Yan Chi lowered himself into it with a groan that came all the way from his heels. The heat sank into muscles that had been clenched through an entire night of firsts, into the ache low in his hips and the strange hollow tenderness of a cock that had been used harder in one night than in the whole of his previous life. He ducked his head under, came up, and was wiping the water from his eyes when he heard the door slide open behind him.
Qiuyu and Dongyu came in naked, exactly as he had known they would.
They crossed the stone without hurry and without any attempt to cover themselves, and their breasts swayed with every step in the cooler air beyond the steam.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Their nipples were already drawing up tight again. Faint marks from his fingers still showed on the insides of their thighs and the curves of their hips. The lips of their pussies looked a little swollen and a little darker than they had yesterday evening, the unmistakable look of women who had been well and thoroughly used. A faint white crust of dried cum still clung to the inside of Qiuyu's left thigh where he had finished in her. Dongyu's clit peeked from under its hood as she walked, as if even the cool air of the bathing chamber was enough to keep her half-ready.
They walked toward him without any of the shy downcast glances that the old Yan Chi's memories insisted they ought to have.
Those memories belonged to a weaker man in a different life. These women belonged to the one sitting in the tub with his cock already rising through the water toward them like a flag of surrender.
"You told us to rest," Dongyu said as she stepped down into the bath. "This is how we rest, Master."
"Liar," Yan Chi said.
"A little," she admitted, and sank into the water up to her breasts.
Qiuyu brought the soap, thick fragrant cakes that smelled of jasmine with something sharper beneath it, and the two of them lathered themselves first, with the unhurried thoroughness of long habit.
They worked the foam over their own shoulders and arms and down across their breasts until every inch of their skin was slick and white.
Their nipples peeked pink through the lather. Their asses gleamed like wet marble when they bent to soap their legs. Soap ran down the cleft of Qiuyu's ass and dripped from her pussy into the bath in a thin white trail. Dongyu soaped between her own thighs with deliberate slow strokes that made her eyelids flutter, and Yan Chi watched every motion with his cock rising through the water like a flag of surrender.
Then they turned to him and pressed close, one in front and one behind, and began to wash him with their bodies.
Their soapy breasts slid across his chest and his back in slow, deliberate circles.
Gliding over his skin with a slippery friction that made his breath catch every time a nipple dragged across him. Dongyu, in front, rubbed her pussy along his thigh in a lazy grinding rhythm and left a trail of her own slickness under the soap. Behind him Qiuyu nestled her ass against his hip and let the slippery cleft of it settle around his side.
Slide.
Slide.
Their tongues followed where the soap had been, licking along his neck and the ridge of his shoulder and the line of his collarbone, and finding the sensitive place behind his ear that he had not known he had. All the while their hands were moving below the water, soaping his cock with long, teasing strokes that made his knees threaten to buckle in the deep end of the tub. One hand stroked. The other cupped his balls. A soapy finger traced the ridge behind them and he hissed through his teeth.
He understood, through the haze of it, that this was nothing new for them.
In Yan Jing's house, a bath like this had been a daily duty, serve and soap and fuck and clean and begin again until the rooms smelled of sex and jasmine all the time. For him it was still so new that his heart was pounding against his ribs like a war drum.
He reached for their breasts while they worked on him and found they were nearly impossible to hold.
The soapy flesh squeezed out between his fingers every time he tightened his grip. The nipples slipped away from his thumbs. He ended up crushing all four of them together against his chest into one warm, slippery mass that made both women moan.
Squish.
Their faces had taken on the same flushed, open-mouthed, glassy look. Below the surface, he could see thin threads of their arousal drifting out into the bathwater and dissolving in the heat.
"Which one of you is which?" he asked at one point, half laughing, when a soapy hand had closed around him from a direction he had not expected. "I could tell you apart in bed. In here I've lost track." Find the original chapter at novelping dot com.
"Does it matter, Master?" said the one in front of him, and the one behind him laughed into his shoulder and said, "She's Dongyu. She always lies first," and the one in front pouted with that fuller lower lip and gave herself away completely.
He grabbed one of them by the ass a moment later, and by then he truly could not have said which one.
With lust worms singing in the water and soap turning every surface into an invitation, the difference mattered less to him than the heat between her cheeks.
He turned her to face the edge of the tub, and she went willingly, bracing her hands on the stone, and he spread her cheeks apart with both hands to look.
Her asshole was pink and tight and twitched faintly under his gaze. Below it her pussy was parted and swollen, the lips open and the clit visible and shining, so plainly begging for him that he did not wait. Soap and water ran down the cleft and dripped from her folds into the bath. He fitted the head of his cock against her and pushed inside in one long stroke.
Squelch.
The soap made everything slippery and strange.
He slid into her far more easily than he had last night, and then she clenched around him and she was tight again, so tight that the glide of each thrust drew a groan out of his chest. He fucked her in long, smooth strokes while her twin came around to his side to kiss his mouth and press her soapy breasts against his arm.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Water slapped over the rim of the tub in rhythmic waves that ran across the stone floor and drained away into the gutters. The woman bent over the edge moaned into the steam, high and helpless, reaching back to dig her fingers into his hip hard enough to leave marks. Her breasts swung under her with every thrust, soapy and heavy, nipples dragging through the steam. Her twin reached under and pinched those nipples while Yan Chi fucked her, and the bent twin cried out so loud that the water shook.
Perhaps it was the angle, or the soreness left over from last night, or only the simple fact that his newly restored body still could not quite believe any of this was real, but the slick friction stripped away his control the way bark comes away from a wet branch, and it was over far too fast.
He came hard, driving deep into her and holding there while he emptied himself, hips jerking against her ass, his vision whiting out again at the edges.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
She shuddered and clenched around him and cried out with him, though with the worms in her he could not tell whether it was a true climax or only something close enough to fool them both. Her sister licked the groan out of his mouth and slid a hand under the water to cup his balls gently through the last of the aftershocks. When he pulled out, a thick rope of cum floated free in the bathwater and dissolved into a cloudy trail. He thought, dazedly, that that would be the end of it.
It was not the end of it.
The next hour dissolved into steam and soap and wet skin, and he lost count of how many times the positions changed or who changed them. Whenever someone's knees gave out on the stone they simply shifted, and the twins traded places without needing to be told.
At one point both of them were kneeling in the shallow end of the tub, taking turns sucking him clean beneath the waterline.
Rising up for air with their wet hair plastered to their faces and his cum and soap foam on their tongues, then sinking down again. Twin mouths. Twin throats. The wet glk of deepthroat under the waterline. When he came again, Qiuyu took it in her mouth and Dongyu licked the overflow from her sister's chin, and both of them looked up at him with eyes that said more.
At another, Qiuyu sat on the broad stone lip of the bath with her thighs spread and pulled his head between them, grinding her pussy against his mouth until he was half drowning in her heat, while behind him Dongyu wrapped her slick hands around his cock and stroked him with a skill that bordered on cruelty.
Slrrp.
Stroke.
Slrrp.
Later still he bent Dongyu over the rim and took her from behind, and Qiuyu pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered a stream of filth in a voice so sweet it made every word sound like a love poem. He came across Dongyu's soapy breasts in thick white ropes that ran down into the water, and Qiuyu scooped a fingerful and fed it to her sister, and Dongyu sucked the finger clean while looking at him.
Their training showed in everything they did.
They knew exactly how to tilt their hips to take him deeper. Exactly when to squeeze down at the bottom of a stroke. Exactly how to lick a man's cock until his knees went to water and his thoughts scattered like startled birds. Exactly how to press their soapy breasts around his shaft and slide until the friction made him curse. Exactly how to look at him while they did it, dark eyes half-lidded, mouths open, as if the pleasure of serving him was the only pleasure left in the world.
Yan Jing had made them insatiable and the worms kept them desperate, and for all his newly restored stamina and the quiet hum of the Pervert System somewhere behind his eyes, Yan Chi was still only one man in a bath with two women who had been forged into living appetites.
He came three more times before the hour was over.
Once in Qiuyu's mouth — she swallowed most of it and let the rest run down her chin onto her wet breasts, and Dongyu licked her sister clean while looking at him. Once across Dongyu's soapy breasts — thick white ropes that caught on her nipples and slid into the valley between and dissolved into the bath. Once deep inside Dongyu while her sister held her open for him — fingers spreading pink pussy lips wide so he could watch every inch of his cock disappear, watch the base pulse as he emptied into her, watch the overflow leak out around his shaft when he finally pulled free.
When he finally climbed out, his legs barely held him.
Water ran down his chest in streams and soap and cum streaked his thighs, and his cock hung soft and spent at last, so tender that even the air on it felt like too much. Behind him the twins knelt in the cooling water, flushed and dripping, with fresh loads still leaking slowly from both of their well-used pussies and drifting out into the bath in thin white threads. Their breasts rose and fell with spent breathing. Their nipples were soft now, pink and water-wrinkled. Their eyes followed him across the room to the door, and the look in them was the same hungry, waiting look he had seen when he left the bed, as if the last hour had only quieted the worms for a little while.
He pulled a robe around his shoulders with clumsy fingers and turned back to them at the door.
"Sleep," he said, and this time he made it an order, letting a little of the ring's weight sit in the word. "Both of you. Eat something first, and then sleep until the afternoon. That's not a request."
The ring pulsed warm on his finger, and he saw the command land in them, saw their shoulders loosen and their eyes clear a little as the worms quieted under a master's will. Qiuyu bowed her head in the water. Dongyu gave him a small, tired smile that, for a moment, belonged entirely to the girl he remembered.
"Yes, Master," they said together.
***
He made it as far as the veranda outside his rooms before his legs decided they were done, and he sat down on the sun-warmed boards with his back against a pillar and let the morning air dry the last of the bathwater on his skin.
His cock ached pleasantly under the robe. His thighs trembled. Somewhere behind the paper screens of his bathing chamber, two grown women were eating and then sleeping on his order, their well-used pussies still leaking his cum into cooling bathwater, and the ring on his finger pulsed once with a warm satisfied hum that felt like ownership and protection braided into the same metal.
The mansion was waking around him.
He could hear servants calling to one another in the kitchen courtyards and the clatter of water buckets, and from further off, the thump and shout of the guard detachment drilling in the training yard where he had once been the joke of the whole household. The mountains beyond the outer wall were blue with distance and touched with thin mist along their ridges. It was an ordinary morning in Jinling, and he had never in either of his lives felt less ordinary.
He thought of last night's first thrust into Dongyu. Of Qiuyu's cunt on his mouth. Of soap and steam and four breasts crushed against his chest. Of the way they had called him Master when he ordered them to sleep. The Pervert System sat quiet at sixty points, unused, and for once he did not mind. Some rewards did not need a chime.
Out of habit, he called up the system and let the panel unfold at the edge of his sight.
[Status Window]
[Name: Yan Chi]
[Status: Weak]
[Cultivation: Qi Refining, 1st Stage]
[Pervert Points: 60]
He snorted at the second line before he could stop himself.
After a night and a morning like the ones he had just lived through, after putting the son of a Grand Elder face-first in the market dirt, the system still looked at him and saw a weakling, and the worst part was that it was right. Qi Refining was where children of the main clan stood before they had lost their milk teeth.
The sixty points sat untouched beneath it, glowing patiently in the corner of his vision, and he looked at the number for a long time.
Last night and this morning had shown him with brutal clarity what this world offered to a man who could take what he wanted and keep it. Twin mouths on his cock. Twin cunts gripping him. Soap and steam and four breasts crushed against his chest. Qiuyu's face when he came inside her. Dongyu's throat working as she swallowed. The ring pulsing warm on his finger when he ordered them to sleep.
The market road had shown him just as clearly what it took from a man who stayed weak. The twins were his now only because he had been strong enough to put Yan Jing on the ground in front of witnesses. If Elder Li had decided to step in, or his father had decided the matter was not worth the trouble, they would have spent last night in Yan Jing's bed instead of his, and there would have been nothing at all he could do about it.
He thought of Cao Ning's smile, and the sting of her palm against his cheek in the street.
He thought of his mother holding him in the corridor yesterday with her eyes wet, and the way Elder Li had looked at her over his shoulder. He thought of his father's cold eyes, like polished knives, and the two masked shadows standing naked in the corner of that sealed bedroom, and he realized that he did not understand his own family at all. He understood only that every one of them was stronger than he was — and that last night, for the first time, he had tasted what strength bought.
He closed the panel and let his head fall back against the pillar. The Divine Cultivation Method stirred lazily in his meridians, drawing in the morning qi in slow cool threads, and he let it work while he sat there and simply breathed.
Across the courtyard, the side gate swung open, and a rider in the dust-streaked colours of a courier came through it at a pace that was nearly a run, leading a horse whose flanks were white with lather.
A steward hurried out to meet him and took the sealed tube from his hands, and the two of them bent their heads together for a moment before the steward turned and almost ran toward the main hall with the message held against his chest.
Yan Chi watched them go with idle, sleepy curiosity, his eyes half closed in the sun, and wondered what could possibly be urgent enough to make a steward run before breakfast.
Inside his rooms, behind paper screens and a closed door, two women slept on his order with his cum still inside them and his ring still warm on his finger. The Pervert System hummed at sixty unused points. The Divine Cultivation Method pulled cool morning qi through meridians that had burned all night with a different kind of heat.
Then the warmth of the boards and the slow pull of the cultivation method drew him under, and he dozed against the pillar with the taste of the twins still faint on his tongue while the steward's footsteps faded down the long corridor toward his father's rooms.