At the entrance to Belobog's Underworld, Lucian was just about to take March and the others on a tour of the underground city when his phone suddenly rang, the sharp notification tone breaking the brief lull before they set off.
He took it out, glanced at the screen, and immediately saw that it was a message from Cocolia.
[Cocolia: I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom—the usual place. I want it now.]
A playful winking emoji followed at the end of the message, carrying an unmistakable hint of teasing impatience.
'Same place? Right now?'
Lucian's expression remained unchanged, his face as calm and composed as ever, but his mind was perfectly clear—every single time he returned, he had to satisfy her demands without exception.
It was just that he hadn't expected her to be this impatient, wanting to do it even in broad daylight—truly insatiable.
Thankfully, Bronya and Seele just so happened to be present and could take over in his place.
Lucian gradually slowed to a stop, then turned his gaze toward the two capable underlings who had been holding onto him from either side, their presence steady and familiar.
"Bronya, Seele, I suddenly have something urgent to deal with. You two take Stelle, March, and Dan Heng around Belobog properly."
Hearing that, both Bronya and Seele felt a faint trace of disappointment, but his words were the highest directive, leaving absolutely no room for refusal.
"Understood."
Bronya immediately responded, releasing his arm and straightening her posture as she returned to a composed and efficient demeanor, her expression quickly settling back into calm professionalism.
"Alright, alright, busy man, leave it to us."
Seele also let go of Lucian's arm, patting her chest with casual confidence, though a slight hint of reluctance still lingered within her tone.
"Mm."
Lucian gave a small nod in response, then let a faint smile appear as his gaze shifted toward March and Stelle, who were holding their cameras with openly curious expressions, before moving to the calm, observant Dan Heng, standing quietly beside them.
"Enjoy your Trailblaze. If you need anything, tell Bronya."
"Do you need our help?"
March couldn't help but ask, tilting her head slightly with visible curiosity, only to receive a quiet shake of Lucian's head in return.
"No. Just focus on having fun."
As Lucian spoke, there was not the slightest hesitation in his answer.
It was only natural.
No one else could help with this particular matter, since only he himself could handle it. In fact, even if he actually explained the situation, it would only make things awkward.
With that brief exchange concluded, the Astral Express crew soon followed Bronya and Seele away, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance as they headed deeper into the underground city to begin their tour.
Lucian remained where he was, silently watching their departing figures disappear from view, and only after they were completely gone did the faint smile on his face slowly fade away.
In the very next moment, without any further delay, he directly used Absolute Hit.
Space distorted almost instantly around him, and his figure vanished on the spot as he teleported himself straight toward his destination.
Since that insatiable woman could no longer wait any longer, he naturally needed to hurry over as quickly as possible.
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A few minutes earlier, at the top floor of Qlipoth Fort, Serval and Natasha were in an extremely spacious, luxurious private bathroom equipped with the highest-grade constant-temperature circulation system and a full array of massage functions.
Dense steam filled the air and softened the lighting, giving the entire space a dreamlike quality, almost resembling a secluded fairyland hidden high above the city.
Within the warm and humid atmosphere, a faint fragrance of high-end soap lingered in the air, subtly sweet yet refined, mixed with a slight trace of disinfectant that had not yet been fully washed away from Natasha and the distinctive chemical scent still clinging to Serval—the combination formed a strangely harmonious blend that was neither unpleasant nor overpowering.
Inside the bathroom, the steady sound of flowing water formed the main rhythm of the space, echoing gently against the smooth walls and polished surfaces.
Two slender figures appeared faintly within the hazy mist and drifting steam, their outlines blurred yet still unmistakable.
Water cascaded down from showerheads carved in the pattern of the starry sky, the streams falling in controlled and even sheets that washed over their bare bodies, making their silhouettes appear especially alluring beneath the shifting veil of vapor.
Fine droplets traced along smooth shoulders and backs, sliding slowly across graceful, jade-like spines before gathering briefly at slender waists and continuing their descent—the interplay of water, light, and motion gave every small movement a quiet and fluid elegance.
"Hey... do you feel like Cocolia has been acting a little strange today?"
Natasha let out a soft breath, her voice calm and unhurried as the warm water continued to stream over her body, then casually started chatting with Serval beside her.
"Yeah, a little..." Serval replied, her tone carrying a hint of mild irritation. "She called me over but didn't say anything important, then suddenly splashed ink all over me and insisted I come up to the top-floor bathroom to wash up..."
As she replied, she stood beneath a stronger stream of water and tilted her head slightly, seemingly trying to rinse away the stubborn ink stains as quickly as possible, causing the rushing water to strike her body more forcefully.
Splashes scattered outward and burst into countless fine droplets that caught the light, forming a completely different yet equally striking sight as the flowing stream traced along steep and striking curves, gathered briefly at a firm abdomen, then continued downward in uninterrupted lines.
"Well, the only difference between us is that she didn't splash ink on me."
Natasha spoke again while glancing sideways at Serval beside her, her tone carrying a faint trace of dry amusement.
"You were covered in blood—there wasn't any need for her to splash anything else on you."
Serval rolled her eyes as she responded, her voice flat while casually flicking a few droplets of water from her fingers.
"Then... what exactly was her intention in making us bathe here?"
"No idea. Anyway, there's no one else here right now, just the two of us."
Hearing Serval's words, Natasha paused slightly, her eyes narrowing a little as a faint glint belonging to a doctor's sharp intuition surfaced within her gaze.
"You think..." Natasha hesitated briefly, her voice lowering by a notch. "Could this have been Lucian's idea? Could it be that he wants to... you know..."
Even though she did not finish the sentence, within this mist-filled and subtly charged atmosphere, the implication still lingered clearly between the two of them.
"Huh?"
Serval, who had been scrubbing at a stubborn patch of ink on her arm, suddenly stilled her hand and turned to look at Natasha, her brows lifting slightly in surprise.
"No way!"
Her tone was immediate and firm.
"Lord Lucian? He's not even that kinda guy!"
"Besides, would he even need to go around in circles like this? If he really wanted either one of us, would he need to trick us into anything?"
"He could just pin you against the wall and ask where exactly you think you're going. You wouldn't have any choice except to go along with it, but he didn't."
Serval's reasoning was straightforward and grounded, and Natasha found herself unable to refute it.
Someone as amazing as Lucian—setting aside whether or not he was interested in her—if he truly wanted her body, there were countless faster and more direct methods, yet he had never acted that way.
It was clear that he was a man of integrity.
"It's gotta be Cocolia's own idea—she definitely has some kinda scheme..." Serval said confidently, her tone firm without a hint of hesitation. "I know her way too well. I mean, she's always been like this ever since we were kids—she's gotta be plotting something again!"
Since she held complete and unwavering confidence in Lucian's upright character, the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Cocolia was behind everything.
Just as Serval slightly lifted one leg, carefully trying to clean away the stubborn ink, while Natasha continued wiping her body with slow and deliberate movements, a tall and upright figure suddenly appeared before them out of thin air without the slightest warning.
It was none other than Lucian.
For the two women, his arrival was so abrupt, so completely without prelude, that neither of them had any time to react at all.
"..."
Time itself seemed to freeze in that instant.
Even though the soft, continuous sound of water still echoed through the bathroom, the atmosphere within the entire bathroom seemed to solidify, as if even the air itself had stopped flowing.
Lucian's gaze naturally swept across the scene before him, calm yet completely unguarded. Even though the lingering steam blurred parts of his vision, it did little to truly obscure what stood clearly within view.
Two completely uncovered figures.
Striking and vivid contours.
Clear and... overwhelming.
Natasha's figure—especially the smooth and dramatic curve where her waist met her hips, as though carefully sculpted from flawless white jade—glistened softly beneath the cascading water, each droplet tracing across her skin before slowly falling away.
And further below, it was simply beyond words—full and firm, leaving much to the imagination while remaining impossible to ignore.
Beside her, Serval was no less remarkable.
Her tight and flat abdomen remained faintly tensed, as though instinctively reacting to the lingering warmth of the bathwater.
Her full and shapely curves appeared slightly softened beneath the drifting steam, creating a hazy yet alluring beauty that was difficult to look away from.
Her long and fair legs, smooth and flawless, were partially obscured by the misty veil, yet that only seemed to make them even more striking.
Every inch of her pale skin, every graceful curve of her body, radiated a dangerous allure through the thin layers of steam clinging to her and slowly drifting around her.
Faint traces of blue ink still lingered across portions of her skin, and against her pale complexion, they resembled intricate and mysterious patterns, adding a subtle sense of wild beauty that sharply contrasted with the otherwise serene atmosphere.
Even more striking, she was still in the middle of lifting one leg, the movement slow and entirely unguarded, leaving absolutely nothing concealed as droplets of water trailed downward along her smooth skin.
Seeing such a beautiful scene unfold before him, Lucian paused slightly, his thoughts momentarily coming to a halt.
'Wasn't Cocolia the one waiting for me?'
'Why am I seeing Serval and Natasha instead?'
'And in this setting... in a situation like this... no less...'
'How the hell did this somehow turn into me peeking at women in the bath?'
Objectively speaking, Lucian quite liked what he was seeing.
Needless to say, it was yet another day where his lucky pervert trait was fully in effect.
""AAAHHHHHH—!!!""
After a brief moment of silence, two sharp cries rang out almost simultaneously, instantly shattering the frozen atmosphere and sending ripples spreading violently across the bathwater.
Natasha, the tips of her ears flushing red almost immediately, reacted almost entirely on instinct—she hurriedly turned her back and tightly crossed her arms over her chest in sudden panic, her movements quick yet visibly flustered and uncoordinated.
Yet how could her slender arms possibly conceal those big breasts completely?
Instead, the hurried motion only pressed them together even more, further emphasizing those suffocating contours and making the entire scene appear even more striking rather than hiding anything at all.
Serval, on the other hand, reacted very differently.
Startled like a frightened rabbit, her body jerked backward abruptly, but because she had been balancing on one foot the entire time, she instantly lost her footing and nearly slipped onto the wet floor.
Seeing that, Lucian naturally could not simply stand by and watch.
Watching a woman fall hard onto the ground right in front of him was not something a proper man could ignore.
In the next instant, he stepped forward without hesitation and caught her smoothly—one hand firmly grasping her wrist while the other wrapped securely around her slender waist to steady her trembling body.
Serval was completely stunned.
At this moment, her eyes, which usually carried traces of ease and defiance, now held nothing but panic and embarrassment. Her mind had gone entirely blank, and she could not force out even a single coherent word.
"L-Lucian?!" Natasha, desperately suppressing her overwhelming embarrassment, barely managed to maintain her composure as her voice trembled faintly. "Why did you come in?!"
"..."
Serval, still held firmly within Lucian's arms, remained silent and did not dare pull herself away, her entire body stiff with tension, but in the next second, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.
Suddenly, she quickly leaned deeper into Lucian's chest, pressing her body tightly against him so that he would no longer be able to clearly see her exposed figure through the drifting steam.
However, although Lucian could no longer fully see her body, he could still very clearly feel it.
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