Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 94: Hot Spring Seduction [Part-2]

Hot Spring Seduction [Part-2]

Syra breathed softly, nervously, as her eyes clashed with Leon’s. Her turn.

Always forward, always teasing —though even her cheeks were flushed deep red now.

With a theatrical little puff and a sparkle in her eye, she shrugged her golden robe from her shoulders. It poured down her body like liquid sunshine, settling around her ankles in a pool of shimmering folds. Underneath, a tight black brassiere and matching panties hugged her young, curvy body—demure yet provocative, playful yet enticing.

Her breathing rose and fell with each heave, pounding heart loud in her ears. She was still intact, still finding the thrilling burden of desire —but her smile was. Uncertain at the edges, yes. but genuine.

"I might be a virgin, Lord," she said mischievously, "but I do know how to make an entrance."

And with that, she reached up and unfastened her bra. The material slipped off, exposing her young, firm breasts bounced free—same as Aria or a bit larger than Cynthia’s, but beautifully formed, young and vibrant. Her nipples were a deeper pink, tightened from the chill night air.

Her eyes met Leon’s—tense, bold.

With a teasing wink, she hooked her thumbs into her panties. "I’m only shy for a second," she said, sliding them down slowly, revealing smooth thighs ... soft wide hips... and a trembling, untouched delicate pink slit nestled between her thighs glistening with innocent anticipation.

Leon’s gaze locked on her, reverent and warm, as she stepped into the water. The surface rippled around her, embracing her bare skin like silk. She sat opposite to Leon, her grin faltering as her eyes dipped shyly downward, uncertainty flickering for the first time.

"You’re beautiful, Syra," he murmured, sincerity lacing every word.

Her gaze wavered, the usual boldness giving way to something softer, more vulnerable.

You really believe that?" she said, her tone weaker than normal, almost hesitant.

Leon nodded; gaze fixed on hers. "More than you could imagine."

Her smile widened, broader now, eyes shining with feeling and a glint of fun. "Careful, Lord. Say things like that, and I might never relinquish your company."

Leon laughed low in his throat, smooth and deep. He leaned forward, his lips hovering near her ear.

"That was the idea, dear... from the beginning."

Then there was only Kyra.

Leon’s eyes turned softly toward her. She stood immobile by the side of the spring; cheeks burning a rich red. Their gazes met—and for an instant, the world froze. Her color increased at once, and she avoided his eyes, clenched hands grasping the sides of her robe.

Leon cocked his head, furrowing a brow with a gentle smile. "Dear... aren’t you coming?"

Before Kyra could respond, Syra moved forward, her cheeks flushed but her voice wickedly taunting. "Oh my... appears that Kyra’s still too shy to expose herself before you, Lord."

Kyra’s eyes flew wide. "S-Syra!"

But Syra had no intention of stopping.

Perhaps," she added with a pretend-pout, "she even sleeps uneasily alongside you." And then, with a dramatic sigh and a gesture to her chest, to Leon: "So with utmost respect, my Lord, I beg of you... let my poor sister rest tonight, and let me sleep in your arms instead." Leon blinked—then laughed, his chest vibrating with merry pleasure.

From the other side, Aria gave Syra a pointed look. "You’re really sly, Syra."

Syra shrugged, unabashed. "Sister Aria, in love, a woman has to be sly... if she wants more time with their lover."

Cynthia shook her head with a soft laugh, brushing her damp hair behind her ear. "You’re impossible, Syra."

Leon turned his gaze back to Kyra, the teasing fading into something gentler, warmer.

"Kyra," he murmured, "is Syra, then? Are you uncomfortable... close to me?" His voice contained no blame—only concern.

Kyra’s eyes went wide once more, her mouth parting ever so slightly. She had anticipated teasing... but not so much kindness. Not so much understanding. His voice—so full of love—loosened something within her.

Her heart pounded.

No... she didn’t want to be left behind. Not now.

She had always been the reserved one. Always cautious. Always careful. But if she kept waiting for the perfect moment, she would keep watching from the sidelines—watching her sisters fall into Leon’s arms while she stayed hidden behind her shyness.

If she wanted to be with him—truly—then maybe it was time to change.

Her voice trembled, but she stepped forward. "N-No, Lord... I... I-I’m coming."

With trembling fingers, she extended her arms and loosened the knot at the neck of her dark green robe. She let it slide slowly down her shoulders and fall around her ankles, baring her matching dark green and black undergarments. She stood there for a moment, arms crossing over her chest reflexively.

Her gaze flicked to her sisters—who smiled at her silently encouragingly. freewёbnoνel.com

And then, taking a deep breath, she reminded herself: They’re all women. Only Leon is a man... and if not today, tomorrow... I want to stand beside him as his equal. His partner.

With that thought, Kyra steeled herself.

Her hands shook as she put her hands behind her back, undoing her bra. It slid forward, and she had to catch it before it hit the floor. Her arms wrapped around herself once more, but gradually, she relaxed them, allowing it to drop slowly to the floor.

Her breasts were full and soft, their subtle curves swelling with each respiration. Her pink was already tense, more from excitement than cold. Her waist narrowed elegantly before curving into wide, feminine hips. With a soft gulp, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and worked them down, leaving her fully exposed.

The chilled night air caressed her naked skin. She was exposed. Vulnerable. Kyra didn’t move for a long moment, pink folds shimmering dimly in the soft light, thighs compressed slightly together by habit. She was completely untouched, and it wasn’t hard to see—through her cautious movement, through her lips, which trembled ever so slightly, and a pink flush spread across her entire body.

Leon didn’t say anything—but his eyes never looked away, never wavered. It wasn’t lust—there was reverence in them. Admiration.

Kyra stepped cautiously towards the spring, the water rippling gently as she stepped in. Each movement was slow, shy... but firm. She sat beside Syra, who reached out and softly clutched her hand below the water.

"You did good," Syra whispered with a gentle smile.

Kyra nodded shyly, unable to stop the deep flush in her cheeks.

Leon’s voice came again, low and tender. "You’re beautiful, Kyra."

She looked up at him, eyes shimmering with emotion. Her lips parted, but only a soft sound came out.

Finally, she managed, in a quiet, shattered voice, "Th-thank you... my Lord."

Leon smiled, slowly turning his head, taking in the view around him— at Aria’s confident radiance, Cynthia’s elegant poise, Syra’s mischievous smirk, and Kyra’s shy prettiness. All of them shining in their own manner. The steam twirled about their naked bodies, the light caressing their skin as silk.

He settled back with contented sigh.

"This," he breathed softly, "is paradise."