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Chapter 93: Hot Spring Seduction
Hot Spring Seduction
Night was still, only the faint luminescence of twin moons casting pale silver light along the forest floor. There was no sound but the soft crunch of boots on forest earth as Leon and his women trailed the guard. The air was heavy with earth and moonlight, their pace slow, deliberate. Shadows danced about them, long and sinuous, but the air was serene—eerily serene, as if the trees themselves breathed not.
Forward, the guard led them with disciplined quiet until—he stopped.
Leon stopped too, the women behind him echoing his stop like silent ghosts. His keen eyes narrowed slightly as he raised an eyebrow, his voice calm and querying.
"We’ve arrived?"
Yes, Lord," The guard spun back with a bow. "Straight ahead a hundred meters from here Lord, you will see the hot spring in the open space."
Gurd barely hesitated; eyes respectfully downcast. "We will not proceed any further behind you. Please. you and the madams have your time undisturbed."
Leon’s eyes narrowed even further—not suspiciously, but with keen comprehension. He nodded as he spoke. "Good. Wait here."
But just as the guards were about to bow once more, Leon’s voice went icy.
"—But don’t even think about getting any closer to Hot Spring. Or else..."
He allowed the words to linger in the air. A cold, hard glint appeared in his eyes—killing, threatening silence more horrifying than death.
The guards quivered and bowed deeper, voices chorusing, "W-We would never dare, Lord Leon!" they stammered in a chorus, their voices parting in equal fear and respect.
Leon nodded, slowly, already familiar with—that if they attempted something, their fate would be worse than death.
Addressing his womenfolk, the icy glint disappeared, only to be replaced by a warmth that gleamed like candlelight. He addressed the four women, his tone now smooth and loving.
"Let’s go, my beauties," he said warmly. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
They nodded in unison, their eyes sparkling with muted eagerness.
With a wave of his hand, Leon deployed a barrier formation—blue threads of light shimmered and curled like dancing silk, enclosing a dome of privacy behind them.
Cynthia, moving ahead, called out her staff from her storage ring. With a practiced fluidity, she inscribed various runes in the air. Golden glyphs burst into being, bolstering Leon’s barrier with her own cultivation power.
The rest—Syra, Kyra, and Aria—observed but did not intervene. They were strong, yes—but only at the Master level. They were not Grandmaster level yet, and cultivation barriers was an area only created by Grandmaster realm cultivators.
Even so, they didn’t feel smaller. Just amazed.
As they went on, the tight path broke out into an open field. The earth lay before them under the dual moons, shimmering softly under their pale light. The earth began to soften, warm under their feet and the air grew warmer now—soft and foggy. A soft steam curled from the center of the clearing.
There, at its center, a natural hot spring shone with silver light. Twin moons hung high overhead, their reflection shining on the surface of the steaming water. Its water sparkled like liquid crystal, steam curling into the night like ghostly dancers.
Tall trees lined the field like silent guards, their tall forms swaying gently, and from deep in the woods the distant cry of birds, the far-off growl of beasts. Wildflowers grew on the edges, releasing their heady, sweet scent into the warm air.
Cynthia held her staff high and murmured some spell softly, golden light flashing from the tip. A few golden orbs called up into the air, drifting gently, casting a soft warm glow. The light shone on the spring without dazzling, enveloping the scene in a warm romantic glow that touched their skin with soft gold.
Aria smiled gently, as she gazed about. She said "What a lovely spot..."
"Yes, it’s just beautiful," Cynthia whispered, smiling in contentment.
"This is so exciting!" Syra, ever the lively one, grinned. "I love it! It’s like a dream!"
Kyra, more reserved, blushed as she took in the scenery. "It’s. breathtaking..."
Leon watched them with pride and affection, then smiled. "Yes, it’s the perfect place for a romantic bath — with my beautiful wives."
Cynthia and Aria both smiled knowingly, their cheeks touched with a gentle blush—but their eyes held anticipation. Syra and Kyra—still virgins—flushed crimson.
Syra, true to herself, grinned boldly. "You’re right, Lord... We’re going to enjoy this bath." She winked.
Kyra’s face turned crimson. "Y-Y-Yes, L-Lord." she shyly stammered.
Leon chuckled, then turned to the spring. "Then let’s go."
As they approached the edge of the water, Leon paused and gazed at the pond. The pond wasn’t large—only a snug 30-meter radius. Its shallow, crystal water glimmered in moonlight, ideal for a quiet, intimate soak under the stars.
With a contented sigh, he faced his women. "Let’s start."
With no ado, he shed his robe with effortless elegance, and the instant it slid off his shoulders, four pairs of eyes instantly switched to him.
His robe dropped soundlessly on the floor, exposing molded muscles developed by combat and training—broad shoulders, taut chest, chiseled abs that shone faintly under the moonlight. The women’s eyes trailed every movement as if under hypnosis.
Entertained, Leon observed their responses. But he did not cease.
Then, wordlessly, he went for his waistband, his fingers moved to his waistband. In a single smooth motion, his trousers dropped.
A unified intake of breath broke the silence.
As Leon’s pants dropped, there was silence— All four women’s eyes were fixed on the view of his proud, half-hard dick — stood tall, moved slightly between his thigh. And the air was warmer—not due to the spring, but due to the fire in their gazes. Aria’s lips parted ever so slightly, eyes held; Cynthia edged slightly, attempting to look calm. Whereas Kyra and Syra gasped softly, eyes wide, lips parted, hearts pounding like war drums.
None of them were able to look away.
Desire clung to the moment like fog—real, dense, impossible to deny.
Leon captured each of their faces—shock, fascination, embarrassment, hunger. His smirk curled, slow and wicked.
Without speaking, he retreated step by slow step into the hot spring—each step deliberate, allowing them a full, unbroken view.
The heat of the water engulfed him as he slid down into the spring, leaning against a smooth rock with a languid ease. His arms were stretched out loosely along the edge of the stone, his posture indifferent, commanding—like a king waiting for his queens.
With a slouching smile, he said, "Are you going to stand there gawking at me all night — or join me?"
Leon’s words echoed through the hot field, shattering the spell that had temporarily frozen his wives where they stood. The heat in the air had been nothing compared to the flame now burning beneath their skin.
Aria was the first to stir. She shook her head, a mischievous smile curving her lips as she took a step forward.
What are we supposed to do, darling" she breathed, "when someone that. tempting. is sitting there, just waiting to be admired?"
Leon laughed; eyes fixed on her as she pulled at the zipper running at the back of her gown.
Zzzip.
The smooth fabric glided down with a sensual whisper, collecting on the ground at her feet. Under it, she had on only a lacy purple bra and matching panty. Her pale, smooth skin glowed in the moonlight, each movement slow and intentional.
Leon’s eyes sparkled as Aria slid her hand behind her back, unfastened the bra, and dropped it with a soft smacking sound against the rock. Her plump, round and soft, breasts sprang free—rimmed with dainty rosy-colored nipples that tightened in the cool air. She then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down with a provocative swing of her hips.
Totally nude, Aria stood gloriously under the moonlight—unashamedly beautiful.
Leon’s eyes devoured her —soft, full breasts, rosy nipples, slender waist, and the luscious curve of hips inclining to the delicate folds between her legs — He swallowed every detail about her was perfect.
With a complicit smile, Aria stepped into spring. The water curled around her thighs as she approached Leon, her glistening skin slick from the steam.
She sat next to him, close enough that her leg touched his, and leaned forward. "What are you looking at, darling?" She asked innocently.
Leon, his voice husky with desire, said, "Just admiring the perfection I love."
Aria smiled sweetly, her hand on Leon’s chest, fingers tracing the sharp ridges of muscle beneath his skin. And then she leaned forward, her breath hot in his ear.
"If you desire me tonight, my love," she breathed with boldness, voice as silky smooth as sandalwood perfume, "then we shall dance and sing in concert. in a beat that only we share."
He couldn’t answer before she planted a purposeful kiss on his cheek—tedious, gentle, replete with promise.
Leon’s breathing halted. His heart pounded in his chest—a wild, thankful beat that harmonized with her words. By the heavens, they have endowed me with goddesses for my wives.
He stayed a beat longer in the heat of her adoration, then his eyes roamed to the rest—dressed still, hesitant, their cheeks flushed with blushes of shy expectation.
He smiled softly, his voice low and warm. "Come," he invited, holding out his hand to them. "Let me see you too."
Cynthia’s breath was caught; her cheeks flushed with a warm blush. But with quiet resolve, she moved forward. She was poised and graceful, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she unwrapped her white and blue gown, slowly letting silken fabric slide away. Underneath, sleek black underclothing clung to her curves with elegant restraint, accentuating a refined and powerful beauty.
She looked up, eyes locking with his for a brief instant—a flash of shy daring burning there. She knew he recognized her, but in this instant, it was personal, electric.
With conscious calm, she removed her bra and panties, showing the mature contours of her body. her smooth porcelain skin, her soft, ample breasts with pink tips were full and inviting, her waist slender and defined and her hips wide and curve sensual, between her thighs, the delicate pink folds of her womanhood glistened faintly, betraying the quiet anticipation coursing through her.
She entered the spring, her steps graceful, but the slight blush told of the warmth of her heart. she sat down softly beside Leon.
Leon’s eyes held on, silently savoring the tension between her demureness and inescapable charm. Each curve, each indrawn breath, spun a spell around him, drawing him further into the gentle intimacy of the moment. Despite a shy averted gaze, a small smile rimmed her lips—gentle, perceptive, and full of unspoken promise.
Syra breathed a quivering, soft exhalation as her eyes locked with Leon’s. Her turn.
