Breeding System:My Five Beast Husbands Want Heirs-Chapter 4: The lion king’s bath time

"Jia. . ."

"I do not want to repeat myself. Leave Mira. You are not welcome here."

She was not going anywhere. Mira took a step forward and Jia Hao took one back. She noticed a scar of what looked like woven thorns across his neck.

The old Mira did this. Lured him to a prey while he was hunting to win her favour and made her minions capture him in woven, thorny vines. They had him bound and ensured he struggled till he was weakened. Till he shifted back to his human form. The memory hit her vividly. How Mira had him tied and threw him into polluted water to drown. She almost killed him. And it was not the first time.

The memory sickened her. The thought was mortifying. The things he went through trying to prove his love yet she made him suffer and chased someone WHO DID NOT LOVE HER. Someone who is probably in the arms of other beastwomen.

"I am sorry." Mira chorused, her voice warm.

Jia Hao looked at her like she just said the strangest thing.

"I have hurt you so many times and never showed you any care. I am so sorry Jia Hao."

His nose flared. His teeth gnashed. A low howl left his mouth.

"I never loved you like I should’ve and I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I want to change." Mira muttered.

For a moment, she noticed his gaze flicker then it hardened again. "I will not let you deceive me again. Go."

She raised her hands up, showing him she surrendered. "Let me wash you." Mira said. "You look like you just came back from a hunt. You smell of wild flowers and bushes and mud. Let me wash you and then I will leave."

She noticed his tail wiggle. Eh. He wants to be washed by her.

"Try something funny and I will bite your hands off." He growled.

"Agreed. My hands are at your mercy." She voiced, her tone welcoming. He agreed. That is a good sign. She might actually get laid.

The moment they got to the hot spring, Mira’s eyes widened.

This place was beautiful. It scented like the best fragrances from flowers. Waterfalls fell in streams into secluded concrete carved tubs, flowing downwards in streams till it filled every tub.

The trees here served as a décor and blockade for trespassers.

Willow trees. So many willow trees.

"This is your bath house? It’s beautiful."

Jia Hao groaned. "It was built for you. But you never wanted to be here."

Her eyes returned to him. "I was a fool." She admitted.

He huffed, a low chuckle. "That we can agree."

Jia Hao took his fur jacket off. If you thought his front view was divine, wait till you see that sexy back. Mira could not help but gawk at him.

She had her own harem in the beast world. This seemed like a dream come true if they did not all hate her. Suddenly, a little bit of mud and dirt did not matter at all.

He reached lower and took off the fur pants. Her eyes widened. She just realised what bathing him entailed. Ass cheeks. Muscled thighs bare for her to see, strong legs. She was squealing on the inside already.

Peak eye candy.

[Careful host! We don’t want a death by admiration, this time.]

Mira pouted. "Fuck off, system."

"What did you say?" A low ruffle resounded. Her mouth dropped as she stared at Jia Hao standing before her. Naked. His member huge and unashamed settling between his abled thighs.

Nosebleed.

She snapped back into reality. "Hot. You look hot." She smacked her cheek. "I mean the water is hot, not you. But your body is super hot too. No doubt. Every part of your-" her eyes landed between his legs again. Her cheeks burned.

Is that supposed to go inside her? Will it fit? That looked like it won’t fit between her hands.

"Eyes up here." Jia Hao growled. She noticed a curve at the end of his lips. Was he smirking? That jerk. He knows he is fine.

"Yes. Where is the bath scrub?" She managed to say, clearing her throat.

He pointed behind her. Of course it was right there. How would she notice when her attention was directed as something else. Jia Hao jumped into the biggest spring.

Having water over his skin was a tempting seduction. How can he keep his hands off himself, talk less of her?

She picked up the scrub and went to him. "Can I get into the water?" She asked.

He nodded. She put her feet in. It was warm. How do they keep it so warm?

Now her body dived in. "I am going to touch you so much, Jia Hao. Tell me when it gets uncomfortable." She muttered. Hearing herself right now made her sound like a predator. "I meant wash you."

"Right." He mumbled.

She gulped and swam closer to him. Her hands reaching for his back first. She used the scrub, made out of what seemed like bird nests, to brush his skin, scrubbing him clean. Jia Hao purred. She noticed his hardened shoulders relax as her hands brushed over him.

This was good. He was easing up. She continued. The more she scrubbed and used her other hand as a basin to scoop water onto the scrubbed part of his skin, the more her pussy pooled and she feared he smelt it.

Now it was time to take care of his feet. Mira dived into the water without thinking. She dived right back up.

"I think you should wash from your hip below!" She blurted. The more she saw him, the more she wanted to touch him. Inappropriately.

"I have never held-" she coughed. "I mean bathed a-" She looked for the right words. "I don’t know how to-" She blinked, took a deep breath then sighed. "I cannot breathe under water." She uttered. That was the only excuse she could think of.

Jia Hao took the scrub from her and did it himself. Thank goodness, that was a save. The longer she stared at that thing, the more she wanted it between her legs.

"You know, you don’t have to pretend to want to do this. It is not your first time finding me repulsive."

Repulsive? Hell nah. He was very not repulsive. In fact, he was the opposite of that. He was very magnetic and endowed. And long. Really thick and long. In fact, it begged to be played with but she could not say that.

"You’re far from repulsive."

"Then why don’t you want to finish what you started?"

Because you could get my hands pregnant, she thought. "There is no way you’re asking me that."

Jia Hao moved closer, trapping her form between the end of the spring and his body.

Heat. It coursed through her body, electrifying down to her core. And this proximity was all that was needed to let her feel him against her stomach. Mira gasped.

Her eyes stared up to face Jia Hao. His eyes locked in hers. He was breathing down her neck and searching for what she did not know. "I am. Answer me or leave the pride and never return."

She felt him poking at her entrance now. He was hard. He was either doing this on purpose or was completely ignorant. "You’re distracting." She breath. "I know you hate me and I don’t want to harm you again with my touch." That was not exactly a lie. What if she stroked him and that act led to him snapping her neck? Then she would be dead faster than the time limit.

Jia Hao did not say anything, his gaze just pierced into her like he was trying to see her soul. It was intense. Intoxicating.

[Warning: Lion King Jia Hao’s pheromones level skyrocketing. Mating mode activated!]

Jia Hao pulled back. "Here. Finish what you started. My hair needs a good wash."

He didn’t even touch her. Well, his hands didn’t.

Jia Hao turned to back her. His hair was to her sight. She let her fingers sink into his hair, threading through his scalp. He let out a purr.

Mira giggled. "Do you like that?"

He didn’t answer. She kept massaging her fingers into his head, brushing through his hair and rinsing it. Jia Hao leaned back, letting the back of his head rest on her. She was soft. He enjoyed the feel of her body.

"I’m done." Mira whispered. "You’re all clean. I will keep my part of the deal and leave."

He turned to face her. "Stay. It’s late. You can keep the deal tomorrow."

He wanted her here? That was a win in her book. She smiled. "Thank you, husband."

Jia Hao’s facial expression changed. She felt like she said that word way too soon. "I’m sorry." She apologised.

He got out of the water and took a tied-with-vines leaves skirt at the end of the spring then wrapped it around his waist, finally drawing attention away from one of his many temptations. "Do that thing again." He said. "Where your fingers pat into my hair."

She blinked. "You mean massage?"

He nodded. Now sitting by her side and resting his head on her thighs. "Do it again. It felt nice."

Mira let her hand sink into his hair, threading through it in a gentle pat. Jia Hao wagged his wet tail, purring onto her thighs.

This was shocking. He was just like a cat. Just a big one. And he enjoyed being pat too. Such a big kitty.

A pop up screen flashed in her face.

[Jia Hao’s trust for host has increased by 0.01%. Host should start funeral preparations at this point] 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Mira sighed. At least, that is better than zero.

[Hahahaha!]

Curse you, system!