"I hate the heat," Summer groaned instantly. She didn't hesitate.

Her fingers worked the clasps of her new red dress, and she let it pool to the floor, stepping out of it wearing nothing but her pale skin.

The vampire sweated more than the others, her body glistening with a sheen of moisture.

She turned to Judas, a provocative, heavy-lidded look in her crimson eyes.

"I need to cool down," she purred. "How about we wash ourselves?"

Judas looked at the others.

Nina yawned, diving onto the bed face-first. "Too tired. Goodnight, Husband."

Luna and Ezra exchanged a quick look. They subtly took a step back, creating a safe distance between themselves and Judas.

"I... I will bathe in the morning," Ezra said quickly.

"Agreed," Luna nodded, already retreating to the far side of the room. "The last 'session' was... sufficient for now."

Judas suppressed a grin. He remembered yesterday vividly. He had perhaps gone a bit overboard with his stamina. The three of them looked mildly traumatized by his energy.

Summer, however, was a different breed.

"Cowards," Summer teased them. She looked at Judas, crooking a finger. "Looks like it's just us."

"As you like..." Judas said, his voice dropping an octave.

He followed her toward the bathroom.

They didn't make it to the door before the magnetism pulled them together. Summer spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck, and Judas crashed his lips onto hers.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was hungry, desperate, and tasted of blood and desire.

Judas grabbed her waist, his momentum driving her backward. Her back hit the wall with a thud, knocking a vase off a side table. It shattered, but neither of them cared.

He kicked the bathroom door open with his leg, not breaking the kiss. His hands roamed over her slick skin, tracing the curve of her spine, the roundness of her ass.

Summer fought him step for step, her hands fumbling with his belt, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Husband~" Summer whispered into his ear, the sound wet and breathless.

The sound snapped the last of Judas's restraint. He growled, burying his face in her neck, then lower. He took her hardened nipple into his mouth and bit down—hard.

"Ah!" Summer cried out, her back arching, a cry of pained pleasure that echoed off the tiled walls.

From the bedroom, the other three women buried their faces in their pillows, clamping their hands over their ears as the sounds of things breaking and wet smacking noises drifted out.

Inside the bathroom, the steam was rising.

Judas and Summer stumbled toward the large stone spa, limbs tangled. They reached the wooden screen blocking the water.

Judas didn't bother moving it. He pushed her softly through the screen, the wood snapping as she tumbled backward into the warm water with a massive splash.

He followed her with a leap, landing in the water beside her.

"You brute," Summer laughed, wiping water from her eyes, wrapping her legs around his waist as the water sloshed violently over the edges.

Judas reached for her, ready to continue, when a movement in his peripheral vision froze him.

The splashing water settled. The ripples calmed.

Leaning against the far wall of the spa, submerged up to her waist, was a figure.

Golden eyes stared at them. Unblinking. Clinical.

Nyx was there.

She was naked, her wet hair plastered to her shoulders. She held a sponge in one hand, paused mid-air, halfway through the motion of washing her left breast.

She looked at Judas. Then she looked at Summer, who was straddling him.

"..."

"..."

The silence was heavier than the humidity outside.

Summer frowned as she tilted her head to follow his gaze. She paused, pouting when she saw Nyx.

"Are you peeking at us?" Before Judas could seal her mouth, she shouted, "Wanna join?"

Her fingers pointed at his member, which became harder for reasons he didn't want anyone to know.

"Husband's thing is hard enough for two of us..." She blinked, biting into her lips.

Nyx didn't say anything. She followed Summer's finger, locking her gaze on his dick. There wasn't even a hint of awkwardness in the way she ogled his nakedness.

She tilted her head to gather a better look at Summer's breasts.

"I'm not swinging that way..." Summer covered her chest dramatically. "It's only for my husband to milk." She blinked shamelessly.

"We didn't know you were here. The door isn't locked." Judas decided it was time to step in.

Nyx nodded, her expression unreadable. "I know. I already saw what you did in the hallway on the way here…"

"Then why didn't you warn us?" he asked, genuinely confused.

Nyx went silent for a few moments, the water lapping gently against her chest.

"I am curious…"

"Curious of what?" Judas furrowed his brows.

"…about mating." Her voice sounded dead serious.

Judas sighed, leaning back against the cool stone edge of the spa. "Did you go to that brothel?"

Nyx nodded. "Yes. I emptied their entire treasury and broke the containment collars on every slave. The North District is currently in a state of civil war."

Judas paused. He decided to ignore the massive geopolitical crisis she had just casually started and focused on her earlier words.

"Did you become curious about mating after seeing a brothel?"

Nyx's expression shifted. The affection indicator above her head flickered—lightening a bit before returning to its previous neutral color.

"There, I tried to rescue the women," she said, her brow creasing. "But they cursed me instead. They said they loved their work. They even spat at me."

Although her voice remained devoid of strong emotion, the confusion was evident.

"Does mating feel that good? Is the pleasure so great that those women prefer to stay as slaves rather than try to better themselves?"

Summer and Judas settled themselves on the opposite side of the spa, facing Nyx. Judas fell into contemplation.

"What most people love to achieve in their life is an equilibrium," he explained slowly. "They are satisfied to stay in a comfortable position as long as they can. Why shouldn't they? They have food, shelter, and pleasure. They have everything they seek in that position. Freedom is terrifying for those who have forgotten how to hunt."

"As for your question," Summer cut in, her voice sultry. "If mating feels good... that depends entirely on the people involved."

She trailed a wet finger down Judas's chest.

"For me, doing this with my husband is the most wonderful feeling in the world. It is addictive. But if some other disgusting male dared to ask for it? I would simply stagnate his blood and burst his heart instantly. And then I would wash in holy water for a whole month just to remove the stench of that request."

Summer's crimson eyes narrowed playfully. "Maybe I can show you a bit. Just a little bit."

Summer turned in the water, wrapping her arms around Judas's neck. She didn't block Nyx's view; instead, she deliberately tilted Judas's head sideways, creating a perfect profile view for their audience.

Then, her lips sealed onto his.

"Mmh..."

Her tongue greedily pushed into his mouth, dancing with his, exchanging saliva with a wet, sloppy sound that echoed in the quiet bathroom.

She side-eyed Nyx, who was staring at their actions without blinking. A smirk appeared on Summer's lips. She placed her hands on Judas's shoulders and pushed herself up.

Water cascaded off her pale body as she rose. She straddled his lap, positioning herself.

"Watch," Summer whispered.

She lined up her wet, heat-radiating entrance with the tip of his erection.

Then, she sank down.

"Haa~..."

Summer threw her head back, a long, trembling moan escaping her throat. Her body shuddered as she took him in, inch by inch, the tight wet flesh swallowing him whole.

"Nnn... Husband..." she gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

The water was clear, but the ripples obscured the finer details of their union. Nyx couldn't see exactly what was happening beneath the surface.

Involuntarily, the dragon moved. She drifted through the water, coming closer until she was only a few feet away, her golden eyes squinting to see through the distortion.

Judas was surprised by the bold exhibition of his wife, but looking at the beautiful, naked dragon watching them with such intensity, a dark thrill shot through him. He didn't care. He grabbed Summer's hips and bucked upwards.

Splash.

"Ah! Ahn~!" Summer cried out, the pleasure hitting her instantly.

She began to grind on him, the water churning around them.

"What do you think I am feeling?" Summer breathed through her moans, asking the question directly to Nyx.

Nyx tore her gaze away from their connected groins and looked up into Summer's hazy, lust-filled eyes.

"I-I don't know," Nyx stammered, her voice losing its clinical edge.

Summer licked her lips. She stopped moving, leaving herself impaled on him, and extended a wet hand toward the dragon.

"Wanna try?"

"I—" Nyx froze.

Summer smiled, looking like a predator inviting a lamb to dinner.

"Come here, little lady~"

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