"Hmmm…"

Zhao Tian hummed under his breath, sinking deeper into the warmth of the hotspring.

The steam rose around them in lazy swirls, clinging to his skin, loosening every muscle in his body.

He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes slid toward the figure beside him.

Sitting beside him, her fair skin gleamed beneath the haze of the steam, and droplets rolled languidly down the delicate curves of her body.

Her long hair clung damply to her shoulders, and her posture was too stiff for someone who should have been enjoying the spring.

The corner of her brow twitched as she felt his gaze "So," she hissed in anger, "what are you doing here, pervert?"

Zhao Tian only chuckled, utterly unbothered by her glare.

He stretched lazily, then leaned sideways, wrapping his arm around her shoulders before she could scoot away.

"Haa…" he sighed in relief. "I just wanted to spend some time with my dear Master. Didn't know you were hiding a secret hot spring behind your house."

Yan Zijin froze at the sudden closeness, the water rippling gently around them.

She facepalmed herself "How many times," she muttered through gritted teeth, "have I told you not to barge in while I'm bathing, you perverted disciple?"

Zhao Tian only smiled and gripped her gently so she wont wriggle away "What did I do? It's not like I planned this. Whenever I come to visit you, you're bathing. What am I supposed to do? Leave my poor Master all alone in here?"

"YES!" she yelled, yurning her head to glare at him and her cheeks were already pink beneath the steam.

He ignored her outrage entirely, leaning closer until his breath tickled her ear. "Besides… I thought it would be good for us to share a bath. You know, strengthen our… intimate connection."

Her body stiffened even further at his boldness and she turned her head away quickly, trying to ignore the heat spreading to her neck. "Bonding closer does not mean this kind of nonsense."

"Doesn't it?" he teased softly, deliberately brushing his thumb along her damp shoulder as though to prove his point.

She turned her gaze back at him, intending to scold him further, but faltered when she caught the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

That, and the fact that he was no longer even trying to hide where his gaze had dropped.

He looked down at her breast and smiled at their plumpness "…Master, they look beautiful as always."

Without hesitation, she pinched his cheek hard enough to make him wince.

"Perverted disciple!" she hissed, twisting his skin while he grunted and tried to pry her hand off. "Your eyes should be up here, not down there!"

"Ah, ow, ow, ow-!" Zhao Tian laughed even as his cheek burned under her grip. "I was just giving my Master a compliment! Since when is that a crime?"

"Since the moment you started ogling your Master like some depraved hooligan!" she shot back and let go of his cheek with a sharp flick of her fingers.

He rubbed the sore spot and she scooted an inch to the side... though she didn't leave his embrace entirely. "Shameless as always…"

Zhao Tian's smile only deepened and he leaned a little closer, lowering his voice "But you like your disciple's shamelessness, don't you, Master?"

She nearly slipped beneath the water in flustered outrage, "I do not!"

He chuckled, satisfied with her reaction, and simply settled more comfortably against her side.

Zhao Tian's smile deepened as his hand drifted lower, his fingers brushing the smooth, damp skin of her collarbone.

Without another word, his palm cupped her breast and his fingers molded to its soft, plump shape with a gentle touch.

"Mn-!" Yan Zijin's entire body jolted and her damp lashes trembled against her flushed cheeks.

He bent closer, his lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear, "We've already done this, Master. There's no need to be shy anymore…"

His fingers gave her breast a firmer squeeze, kneading the soft flesh with deliberate care, savoring the way it yielded under his touch.

Yan Zijin's lips parted in a shaky breath, "Y-you…" she stammered, but her voice broke into a soft sigh as his fingers squeezed again.

Her hand rose instinctively to push his wrist, but her grip was weak, and instead of shoving him away, she held him there, her nails digging lightly into his wrist.

"Bastard..."

Zhao Tian's lips pressed against her neck, "See?" he coaxed, his hands squeezing her breasts with a gentle insistence as his thumbs circled her nipples.

"Even now, you're letting me touch you…"

She turned to look at him and gently hit his chest "You are the one who is insistently touching me... you pervert."

"No other disciple in the world would touch their master inappropriately like you do."

He chuckled against her neck, "That's because we are closer than normal master and disciple."

Yan Zijin pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him back and her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "And that's enough for today, I am leaving!"

She rose from the water, and the liquid cascaded down her curves.

She turned to leave, and the water rippled around her thighs as she stepped toward the edge of the spring.

Her hair clung to her back as droplets trailed down the curve of her spine, accentuating the sway of her hips and the roundness of her ass.

Zhao Tian's grin widened as he leaned forward and gave a firm slap to her ass.

Plah! The sharp sound echoed in the steamy air, and Yan Zijin froze.

She spun around to scold him "How dare you-!"

But Zhao Tian reached out and grasped her wrist "Not so fast, Master,"

With a swift tug, he pulled her back toward him, guiding her down into the water until she was seated in his lap with her back pressed against his chest.

His arms wrapped around her from behind, hugging her closely as the water lapped around them.

Yan Zijin's breath caught, and a soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers teased her nipples, rolling them gently, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her core.

"Y-You… stop that," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

He smiled and slowly kneaded her breasts, letting her relax in his arms.

She let out a soft sigh and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder "My... nipples are quite sensitive; don't... pinch them often."

Hm? He blinked and then gave a soft nod "Alright. Master..."

She leaned back fully on his chest and he tenderly squeezed her breasts, making her sigh softly.

With a thoughtful look, he muttered "That reminds me... I actually came here to invite you to my wedding."

Huh? Wedding?

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