Chapter 672 - 672: [672] : Splashback on Runeas

The sounds from the other side of the bathroom door kept coming. Relentless. Unmistakable.

And Runeas, still soaking in the tub, had absolutely no idea what to do with any of it.

That was Chysis's voice. No question about it. And the name she kept crying out between ragged, breathless gasps was unmistakably Bokue's.

Those stuttering, half-broken moans that sounded like agony but clearly weren't. Runeas had heard them before.

Three days ago. Outside the old schoolhouse bathhouse.

The only difference was that back then, Bokue had been inside with Rias and the other girls. Now it was Chysis on the receiving end.

But how had the two of them even ended up... doing that?

And wait. Hold on. Wasn't Chysis supposed to be giving her the beauty treatment tonight?!

The word "beauty" slammed through her consciousness like a cold splash of water, snapping her back to reality in an instant. Her eyes went sharp. Both palms pressed flat against the bottom of the tub, and she pushed herself upright in one clean motion.

Water cascaded off her body as she stepped out of the tub, snatched a clean towel off the rack without breaking stride, and wrapped it loosely around herself. Droplets traced the curves of her figure and pooled on the tile floor beneath her bare feet as she padded over to the bathroom door, grabbed the handle, and threw it open.

"Seriously, what are you two even doing out here? Chysis, you promised me tonight you'd give me the—"

The words died in her throat.

Chysis was right there. Inches away. They'd been separated by nothing more than the thickness of a door.

The crimson-haired woman was on her knees just outside the bathroom entrance, both hands braced against the doorframe, torso pitched slightly forward. Her cheeks burned a vivid rose. Her eyes were unfocused, glassy, swimming with something Runeas had never seen in them before. Every exhale came out as a shallow, trembling gasp.

And because Chysis was a mother who'd already borne a child, her chest was fuller than most girls'. Right now, with every involuntary rock of her body, they swayed in heavy, hypnotic arcs.

Behind her stood Bokue Keikain.

One hand locked around Chysis's waist. And with each powerful, rhythmic thrust, he drove himself forward.

"S-sorry... did we disturb your bath, Lady Runeas..."

Chysis managed to string the words together between impacts, though her voice kept fracturing at the seams.

"But don't worry... once I'm finished here... ngh!... Bokue will take care of your beauty treatment right after..."

"I'm almost... almost done, just—!!!"

She never finished the sentence.

Bokue's pace surged. His hips snapped forward faster, harder, the rhythm climbing to something almost brutal. Chysis's fingers dug white-knuckled into the doorframe.

"I'm—!!!"

One final, piercing cry tore from her throat.

Her entire body seized, trembling violently from crown to toe.

But Bokue didn't stop.

Both hands clamped down on her hips. He pulled her back against him, burying himself to the hilt inside her.

"HNNNGH—!!"

A long, shuddering wail. The dam broke. A torrent of fluid gushed from where they were joined, mixed and mingled, splashing outward in a hot, uncontrolled spray.

A few stray droplets landed on Runeas.

The whole thing lasted close to thirty seconds before it finally subsided.

Only then did Bokue gather up the boneless, completely spent Chysis and carry her back to the bed, setting her down with surprising gentleness.

When he withdrew, a thick trail of pearlescent white leaked from between Chysis's thighs and pooled slowly against the sheets.

Gulp.

Runeas stood frozen in the bathroom doorway, lips parted, eyes round as saucers.

Having spent the vast majority of her millennia-long existence in magical hibernation, her psychological age had never really progressed past sixteen or seventeen. In some ways, she was even more sheltered than that.

And this... this was far beyond anything her frame of reference could handle.

It was like stumbling into an adult film with zero prior warning.

Back at the old schoolhouse bathhouse three nights ago, she'd at least been shielded from the visuals. She could only hear what was happening, and Chysis had been standing right next to her, which made it easier to keep her composure.

But now, with the full, uncensored reality laid bare before her eyes, that composure was hanging by a thread.

Bokue stepped away from the bed, turned, and met the gaze of the twin-tailed girl still rooted to the bathroom threshold.

"So then, Runeas-nee. Are you ready?"

"..."

Runeas said nothing. Her fingers tightened reflexively around the towel wrapped over her chest.

She swallowed.

Gulp.

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Meanwhile. The Underworld. Gremory Castle.

Inside the master bedroom on the third floor, soft light from enchanted crystal lamps pooled across the writing desk, leaving the rest of the room in warm shadow.

Venelana sat at the desk, a cup of herbal tea still sending up thin wisps of steam at her elbow. She lifted it now and then for a small sip, her gaze unfocused, clearly waiting for something.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Three measured raps at the bedroom door.

Venelana set the cup down but didn't respond immediately. She let two full seconds of silence pass before speaking.

"Come in."

The door swung inward with a faint creak. A young devil maid stepped inside, bowed respectfully toward her mistress's back, and delivered her report.

"Lady Venelana, the bath has been drawn. You may enter at your leisure."

"Mm. Thank you."

Venelana gave a small nod without turning around.

"That will be all. The rest of you may retire for the evening."

"Yes, my lady."

Another bow, and the maid retreated from the room. The door clicked shut behind her.

Once she was certain the footsteps had faded entirely, Venelana rose from her desk.

She didn't head for the bath.

Instead, she crossed the room to where a tall mirror stood against the wall, draped in a dust cloth. She pulled the covering aside and regarded her own reflection for a moment, then raised one finger and pressed it lightly to her lips.

"I'm on my way, Bokue~"

She stepped through the glass.

When her eyes opened on the other side, the scene that greeted her stopped her dead in her tracks.

Chysis lay sprawled across the bed, completely bare, her body limp and languid, legs still parted. The evidence of what had transpired glistened unmistakably between her thighs. Her face still carried the deep flush and drowsy satisfaction of someone thoroughly, comprehensively spent.

She rolled her head to the side and spotted Venelana standing motionless by the mirror, looking like she'd just walked into an alternate dimension.

The corners of Chysis's still-glistening lips curved upward.

"There you are, Venelana-chan. Perfect timing. Tonight, the four of us can all..."

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