Yan Zhen understood what Sister Ji Ya meant. Calling it “serving a bath” was really just a way to draw closer and build their relationship.
Though they had spent some time together, they still didn’t know each other that well. Even as his concubine, Aunt Mu deserved a proper chance to get acquainted and foster some affection between them.
After all, in Ji Ya’s heart, Aunt Mu was half family member and half subordinate. She sincerely wanted her to experience a woman’s happiness too.
Inside the spacious bathtub, Yan Zhen sat naked in the middle, scooping up a handful of hot water and splashing it over his face.
Through the nearby screen, he could hear the soft rustle of clothing being removed.
Before long, Jin Tong and Yu Nu emerged first, followed by Aunt Mu.
As Sister Ji Ya’s personal bodyguards, the three women usually wore form-fitting martial attire for ease of movement, wrapped up tightly from head to toe.
Now, however, they had shed their “armor,” leaving them in nothing but three-point bikinis—one gold, one silver, one gray. Vast expanses of snow-white skin flooded into Yan Zhen’s vision, dazzling him nearly to the point of vertigo.
“Little Uncle, sorry to keep you waiting.”
Aunt Mu’s pretty face flushed red as she spoke, then she stepped into the tub first and settled down behind him.
Jin Tong and Yu Nu circled around to his front, the sisters drawing close to him one on either side.
Soon, Yan Zhen felt a pair of tender, jade-like hands glide onto his back, gently kneading and massaging around his shoulder blades. At the same time, the poker-faced twins each lifted one of his arms and set to work scrubbing them clean with earnest focus.
They had never been specially trained to serve a man like this, but during the month Yan Zhen had spent treating Ji Ya, they had grown accustomed to tending to him.
In any case, Yan Zhen found it incredibly relaxing. Jin Tong and Yu Nu showed no embarrassment, carrying out their duties with pure seriousness. Aunt Mu, tucked away behind him where he couldn’t see her face, was the only one who might have felt awkward.
The atmosphere felt wonderfully harmonious.
It was almost as if these three belonged to him alone—the two younger ones like maids he had raised from childhood, the eldest like a nursemaid who had always cared for him—with little connection to Sister Ji Ya at all.
Hmm, somehow that feels like I’m cuckolding Sister Ji Ya… The thought brought a wry smile to Yan Zhen’s lips.
“What’s wrong, Little Uncle?” Aunt Mu, ever perceptive, picked up on his shift in mood right away. A hint of unease crept into her voice. “Does something feel off? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”
“No, not at all. Everyone’s doing a great job. I feel totally relaxed—like I could even nod off right here.”
“In that case, why don’t you lean back against me, Little Uncle?”
As she spoke, Aunt Mu wrapped her arms around him from behind. She straightened and parted her legs, cradling his entire body between them.
Yan Zhen’s head sank into a pair of plush, ample breasts. The wonderful sensation of soft flesh pressing against his hips came next, while the twin sisters continued to lift and wash his arms. He felt as though he had sunk into the world’s most luxurious sofa, body and mind alike steeped in utter contentment.
“Aunt Mu, you’re too good to me,” Yan Zhen said lazily. “But please don’t push yourself if it’s uncomfortable. We can stop anytime.”
“You’re overthinking it, Little Uncle,” Aunt Mu replied gently. “I wasn’t used to this at first, sure—but not anymore. Jin Tong and Yu Nu feel the same way. If anything, they’ve taken a real liking to it.”
Yan Zhen took a closer look. Sure enough, the exquisite poker-faced twins were staring intently down into the water, their expressions like those of children eyeing a lollipop. He flushed with embarrassment.
“Ah, this…”
Aunt Mu let out a soft chuckle.
“No need to indulge them, Little Uncle. A little craving never hurt anyone. I’ll grab some candies to reward them later.”
“They’re such good girls.”
“Only around you and the Eldest Miss. Truth be told, they’re a handful otherwise—always scampering off after butterflies when they’re out on the town, kicking off their blankets in their sleep.”
“Ur… yeah, I can picture it.”
“You’d know for sure if you ever had the time to… favor them, Little Uncle.”
Hearing that, Yan Zhen shyly scratched at his cheek—but he pressed forward with a bold question anyway.
“Would Aunt Mu join in too?”
Aunt Mu’s pretty face warmed with a blush.
“If Little Uncle doesn’t mind.”
The air grew thick with intimacy in an instant. Yan Zhen turned his head, and Aunt Mu leaned in, pressing a quick peck to his lips—once, twice—before offering a long, lingering kiss.
Seeing this, Jin Tong and Yu Nu set his freshly washed arms down. They straightened out his crossed legs and began scrubbing them instead, still working one on each side with clear division of labor. But their focus was drifting, their attention utterly captivated by the newly exposed Evil Dragon Mark. Their eyes grew hazy with fascination.
All the while, Yan Zhen continued kissing Aunt Mu, lifting his hands to gently pat their heads in silent permission.
Jin Tong and Yu Nu dove beneath the water without hesitation.
Both women were at the Mystic General Realm, their breaths deep and steady. They could easily hold out underwater for an hour if needed.
…
After one of the most sensual baths of his life, Yan Zhen emerged feeling utterly refreshed. Rather than circulating his qi to evaporate the moisture from his skin, he let Aunt Mu fetch a clean towel and dry him off herself.
Once he was patted dry, she and the twins helped him into a loose, lightweight set of sleepwear. Then they retreated behind the screen to peel off the mortifying “bikinis” that the Eldest Miss had specially prepared for them, slipping into sleep skirts that were only marginally more modest.
“The Eldest Miss and the others probably aren’t out of their bath yet,” Aunt Mu said. “Feel free to relax anywhere in the room, Little Uncle. I’ll go check on the kitchen and see how dinner’s coming along. Jin Tong, Yu Nu—stick with the Little Uncle. No wandering off.”
“Yes,” Jin Tong and Yu Nu replied in unison.
Their voices were flat and emotionless, yet they carried an endearing sense of obedience rather than discomfort.
True to their word, they positioned themselves one to his left and one to his right, like sentinels guarding him between them. They really were the picture of good behavior.
Satisfied, Aunt Mu smiled and left the room.
Yan Zhen took the opportunity to glance around what must have been Aunt Mu’s and the twins’ shared boudoir.
After a quick survey, he found nothing particularly worth admiring. With a shrug, he wandered over and sat down on Aunt Mu’s bed.
The sheets and bedding held the faintest trace of a virgin’s pure fragrance.
Thinking back to how he had only recently claimed Aunt Mu’s innocence made Yan Zhen’s cheeks heat up.
Suddenly, he felt a little shameless…
He gestured for Jin Tong and Yu Nu to sit as well, but the sisters shook their heads.
Yan Zhen didn’t press the issue. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a jarring splash of color peeking out from under the pillow. He reached in and pulled out a book.
Yan Zhen picked it up and glanced at the cover:
Personal Bodyguard: My Dandy Little Young Master, by Mu Shuixinxiang.
The blurb read:
She was Rilo Kingdom’s number-one assassin, the infamous “Shadow Phoenix” of the underworld—until a mysterious mission forced her to become the personal bodyguard of a certain dandy little young master.
The young master was cute and handsome, but oh-so-mischievous, constantly pranking and teasing his new big-sister guard.
Watch as she turns the tables on his antics… and subjects him to some loving discipline~
“Little Young Master, be naughty one more time and big sis is gonna eat you up~”
The little young master whimpers for mercy~
…
Hiss. The vibe here was intense. Wasn’t this straight out of some old-school urban lit?
“Does Aunt Mu read stuff like this? Hold on—Mu Shuixinxiang… I remember Aunt Mu’s real name is Mu Xin’er. No… it can’t be, right?”
Could she not be a reader at all, but the author? Did Aunt Mu have a hobby like this?
