--- CHAPTER 5: Seductive Soak and Sacred Touch ---
There was a plump, mature woman rubbing his shoulders and back while he was taking a bath, her skilled fingers delving into the tight muscles, easing away the strains of royal duties and the looming shadows of war. What was there to refuse?
At least I enjoyed it very much. This was, objectively, a high-tier royal perk. The warmth of the water mingled with the heat of her proximity, stirring something deeper than mere relaxation—a forbidden undercurrent that made my skin tingle with anticipation. This was my Aunt Priscilla, a woman whose presence had always commanded my respect, but now, in the steamy confines of the chamber, her touch awakened memories and desires from my newly merged Earth life, blending familial love with a hunger that felt both exhilarating and treacherous. *Merger just happened—memories flood, perversion mysterious amp sudden. Touch... lustful now.*
"Aunt, I don't think the Alliance cares about the threat of the orcs this time," I ventured, my voice steady despite the racing thoughts in my mind. I was trying to keep the conversation on something—anything—other than the fact that my very attractive, very drunk aunt was currently massaging my bare shoulders. I envisioned the green-skinned invaders, their brutal axes and war cries threatening the fragile peace of Lordaeron, a reminder of my own budding role as prince and a fighter. Yet here, isolated from the court's intrigues, the conversation felt like a veil over my true focus: her hands, her scent, the way she leaned close. *Earth lore sudden—insights orcs, but urges... mysterious perversion hit hard.*
"What's there to care about those green-skinned monsters? If Stormwind Kingdom can't stop them, can't the entire Alliance?" The lady snorted disapprovingly, her breath a warm puff against my ear, carrying the faint saltiness of Kul Tiras's ocean winds. And then, with a grip that was firm yet teasing, she pulled me up by the arm. "Go put on your clothes, I want to take a shower."
"Uh, do you want me to help you?" I replied, my mouth moving faster than my brain. I stood slowly, water cascading off my nineteen-year-old, warrior-trained body. I reached for a bath towel, but I didn't turn away. I deliberately positioned myself so my evident arousal—throbbing from the resurgence of long-buried urges now amplified by the merger—stood prominently before her.
The desire that had been suppressed for nineteen years was also incredible. It was a torrent unleashed by the sudden merger of my Earth self with this life. Back on Earth, I'd been a "social animal" buried under work, too exhausted for such passions. Who made me reborn with memories? I couldn't be as free of desire as a child for women anymore. Now, as a prince in his prime, every curve of her body ignited a fire that clashed with the Holy Light's teachings of purity, yet promised a conquest worth the sin. *Merger trigger—perversion mysterious, sudden explosion lust.*
Slap!
The lady slapped my backside, and it was very loud, the sting sending a playful shock through me, mixing pain with arousal in a way that made me twitch. "Go, you want to take advantage of your aunt!" she scolded, but there was a lilt in her voice, a spark in her eyes that I was sure I didn't imagine, fueling my growing boldness.
Chuckling, I wrapped the towel around my waist and moved to the other side of the room. After that, she took off her clothes by herself, shrugging out of her tight-fitting sea coat and trousers with a casual grace that belied the impact it had on me. She was completely naked, revealing her plump and fleshy figure. She has a lot of flesh, but she doesn't look fat; instead, it gives people a sense of fullness, a lush invitation that my mind raced to explore. Such a woman is definitely the best partner for men. Pressing on her plump body is like pressing on a soft mattress, yielding yet supportive. Being pressed by her is like covering her with a blanket, warm and enveloping. After being intimate, hugging her to sleep is absolutely sweet, her curves molding to my form in a way that would banish the nightmares of orc invasions and court politics! *Merger amp—lust mysterious, eye body perverted sudden.*
Not long after, I just lay on the bed, the silk sheets cool against my heated skin, and the lady came out in a bath towel, droplets still glistening on her shoulders like jewels from the sea. The white bath towel was wrapped around her chest, straining against its fullness. The whiteness that was about to burst out making my eyes straight, my gaze tracing the deep cleavage with unspoken hunger. The bath towel just reached the root of the thighs, tantalizingly short; as long as she bent down slightly, more would be directly exposed, a vision that haunted my thoughts.
My Aunt Priscilla in the game World of Warcraft, poor Priscilla Ashvane spirals into a hot mess of family loss, betrayal, greed, and straight-up evil—turning her into a haggard, morbidly obese villain who literally morphs into a tentacled monstrosity that could give your grandma's fruitcake a run for its money. But here in the present, real Azeroth? Oh honey, she's still in her prime: a curvaceous siren with hips that sway like forbidden spells, lips plump as enchanted plums, and eyes that could melt mithril armor right off a paladin's chiseled abs—talk about a glow-up that's got the Horde and Alliance both pitching tents! *Lore sudden memories—villain path, but now merger perversion mysterious want claim prevent?*
There is no doubt that I was aroused again, insistent and pulsing with need. Although the lady was my aunt and we had similar blood, I still couldn't suppress my feelings—the taboo of it all only amplified the thrill, a secret rebellion against the rigid hierarchies of royalty and faith.
"Aunt, you will offend people if you do this!" I said, my tone half-joking, half-serious, as I fought the urge to reach out and unwrap her like a forbidden gift.
The lady was in a good mood, humming a seaside song that evoked crashing waves and salty breezes. She took the wine and poured herself another glass, the ruby liquid swirling invitingly. "Hmm? What? did you say something?" she asked, sipping slowly, her lips stained red. She then lay back on the bed, her body relaxing into the pillows, the towel riding up even higher.
Looking at the aunt lying on the bed, I suddenly had a bold idea. Why didn't I make the aunt my woman? The aunt's husband often didn't come home, and the two had been in discord for a long time—a union forged in political alliances rather than passion, leaving her isolated in her opulent world. It was just a family marriage; if there were no particularly serious problems, they would generally live their own lives and play their own games, and maintain a good family marriage on the surface.
But I saw opportunity: claiming her would satisfy my erupting desires, secure her trade empire's wealth for my campaigns against the orcs, and fulfill a deep-seated affection that blurred lines between kin and lover. *Merger trigger—perversion mysterious, idea sudden lustful.*
"Holy light can keep you young!" I proposed, moving to the bed. I summoned a soft glow to my hands, the Light's warmth a pretext for closer contact, though I knew its limits in defying age.
Puff! The lady was almost choked, coughing lightly as wine caught in her throat. "Come on, Archbishop Alonsus is already old, and his attainments in holy light are not shallow, right? He is still an old man."
Humans generally believe in holy light, a faith that permeated Lordaeron's halls and battlefields. To say that holy light is also useful, it can cure diseases, calm the mind and calm down, and can also be used for fighting—channeling divine energy to smite foes like the encroaching orcs. Although it is not as strong as magic, nor as diverse as magic, it is easier to get started, simple to the extreme, cheap, easy to use and economical, accessible even to common folk. But to say that holy light can prolong life and keep you young is pure fart, a myth peddled in taverns, not temples.
"Aunt, let me give you a massage," I insisted, my hands already alight with Holy Light. I pinched the lady's shoulders without waiting for her consent, the energy seeping in like a gentle tide. The holy light penetrated the snow-white jade muscles, relieving muscle fatigue, and the cells made good moans in the holy light bath. Her body subtly arched under my touch.
The lady's brows opened, as if the worries in her heart were relieved a lot—the burdens of trade disputes, slave oversight, and a loveless marriage easing momentarily. "Oh, it's quite effective. What about staying young, aunt doesn't care. My dear, am I old?"
"Of course not! you look very young and beautiful," I assured, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. The contact was electric, sending my pulse racing. I liked this kind of voluptuous mature woman, her curves a testament to lived experience, contrasting my youthful vigor. The strong desires of the young man and the deep cravings of the mature woman are a perfect match, a storm of passion I craved to unleash. Besides, the aunt also controls most of the trade in Kul Tiras, her ships laden with goods that could fund armies—this is an absolute rich woman, a strategic prize wrapped in seductive allure! *Merger amp—lust mysterious, kiss spark perverted thoughts sudden.*
"I just want to find a woman like my aunt to be my wife!" I confessed, my words laced with genuine longing, testing the boundaries of our bond.
"Well, you kid," she murmured, a soft laugh escaping her.
The lady was kissed. She opened her eyes and looked at her nephew with complicated eyes, a flicker of something unspoken—affection, perhaps, or surprise. She is a slave owner and a black-bellied profiteer in Kul Tiras, navigating cutthroat deals with ruthless precision. She holds great power and controls the life and death of her subordinates, her decisions shaping economies and fates; her subordinates are quite afraid of her, whispering of her cunning. Only when facing her relatives will she show her gentle side, a vulnerability reserved for family like me.
"You and Jaina are a good match. Auntie is old! You keep massaging. Auntie is tired. Let's sleep for a while," she said, closing her eyes, her voice trailing into relaxation.
It's not that Priscilla has never slept with me—even when I grew up, she would sleep with me from time to time. But it was just adults coaxing children, innocent cuddles that soothed her lonely heart. And even if I had a lustful heart, I couldn't act on it back then; being too young is not a good thing, limiting impulses to mere thoughts. Although Priscilla's husband complained about this, grumbling in private, this is an elder to a younger generation, and the younger generation is a prince of a country, heir to Lordaeron's throne. In addition, the relationship between husband and wife is not good, fractured by years of neglect, so he pretended not to see it. Anyway, he didn't worry about what happened—it was just a little annoying to see his wife being with others, a petty jealousy in their hollow marriage.
I pressed and kneaded very hard, my fingers exploring from her shoulders down to her lower abdomen. The fleshy give under my palms was elastic and inviting, stirring my arousal further. The fleshy lower abdomen felt extremely fleshy and elastic, a soft mound that begged for more intimate caresses. The big hand stroked down, using the holy light to massage and knead, all the way down, and touched the plump thighs, sending shivers through me. Generally, plump women have thick thighs, but my aunt's thighs are very toned, without a trace of fat, full of flesh and elasticity, and her calves are slender and straight. When they are connected together, they form a perfect jade leg, which is very powerful and visually beautiful, evoking images of them wrapped around me in closeness! *Merger perversion—touch ignite lust mysterious sudden.*
Looking up slightly, I was stunned on the spot, my breath catching in my throat. I was so aroused that it almost broke my pants, throbbing painfully with need.
I saw that my aunt's legs were slightly open, parted just enough to tease. The white bath towel only reached the base of her thighs; because of the massage just now, it was pulled up a little, and it was actually bare inside! The dark hair was so thick that it was almost crowded, a lush frame. The two pink areas revealed a trace of crystal liquid, glistening invitingly—it seemed to be aroused, a silent invitation that shattered my restraint.
I had never experienced intimacy before the merger—how could I have time as a social animal? Although I had maids to serve me in this life, I had heavy learning tasks—studying tactics against orcs, mastering the Holy Light—and was focused on duty, so I naturally had little interest in these things, repressing urges until now. If I hadn't awakened the system today, granting me power and clarity, I might not have had the idea of opening a harem, and the hidden desire also broke out completely at this moment, a floodgate bursting with taboo force! *But with the merger, perversion mysterious—desires explode sudden, lustful hook: will I cross the line?*
--- END OF CHAPTER 5 ---