Harem System In A fa Chapter 271: Let Go

Chapter 271: Let Go

"Haaaaa!" Zenovia shouted, and suddenly a fist was flying straight at Elion’s face, but he tilted his head to the side just in ti, dodging it cleanly.

She swung again, her arm whipping forward like a piston, making her breasts jiggle heavily with the motion, but he dodged again.

Over and over, the sa motion repeated, her fists slamming into the ground with explosive force each ti they missed, dull booms echoing out as the earth cracked slightly beneath the impacts for a good ten seconds straight.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down!" Elion raised his hands in front of him in mock surrender, but she clearly had no intention of stopping.

Then, with a wry smile, he added, "Did you forget you’re still naked?"

Zenovia froze mid-swing, her fist hovering inches from his jaw. Her movents halted instantly as his words sank in, and slowly, almost chanically, she glanced down at herself.

And realized a certain pair of mounds were very much within Elion’s line of sight, right in front of his face. In fact, the curve of her underboob brushed his chin as she shifted.

Her entire face flushed into a deep crimson, a faint puff of steam practically rising off her head as embarrassnt hit her all at once, completely overriding her anger for a split second.

Her claws retracted instinctively, and she suddenly felt the cool air on her bare ass and also wafting onto that precious area between her legs.

She imdiately let go of him and jumped back to her feet, her voluptuous body springing up with feline grace.

"Close your eyes, you bastard!" she scread at him, before diving straight back into the water with a loud splash.

Elion let out a breath of relief as he pushed himself up slightly. His erection throbbed painfully in his soaked pants, and the outline of his thick shaft was visible through the material.

"This isn’t over!" Zenovia’s voice ca from the pond. "And go away so we can put so clothes on!"

"I need to take a bath as well, that’s why I ca here," Elion called back casually.

"Well, go sowhere else!" she screeched, her head popping back up briefly from the surface.

"I want to bathe here, it’s a beautiful place."

"You are infuriating, you know that!?"

Elion laughed lightly. "So I’ve been told."

He stretched slightly, rolling his shoulders, feeling the pull of his torn shirt hanging off one arm.

"You rushed to conclusions. I didn’t follow you here. I just happened to hear the sound of a stream while taking a look around, and I ca here."

This ti, she didn’t answer.

Elion glanced back toward the pond and found that only Zenovia’s head was visible above the water, though even then, her face was half-subrged up to her nose, as if she was trying to hide herself as much as possible.

She looked... very embarrassed.

Her golden eyes peeked out, glaring daggers, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassnt.

He looked around the pool for Maya, but she was nowhere to be seen. But the bubbles disturbing the surface nearby told him that she was still there underwater.

’Just how deep did she go?’

Elion couldn’t help but wonder if she wouldn’t drown staying under for that long, or if she really just didn’t want to be seen by him that much.

"Just go away into the woods for a bit so we can get out and put so clothes on!" Zenovia shouted again from the pool.

Elion smiled wryly.

"Yes, ma’am."

He gave the large pool of water one last glance before turning and walking back the way he had co, though he didn’t go too far.

He stopped at a distance where the waterfall, the river, and the pond were still within view.

And despite the distance...

He could still make out their movents. From behind a thick tree trunk, he leaned casually with eyes fixed on the water.

Maya surfaced first, her head breaking the surface with a soft gasp, and wet hair clinging to her shoulders and her face.

She waded out quickly, water sluicing off her slender body as she looked around for a bit, probably checking if he was still close by.

Once she made sure that it was absolutely clear to co out completely, she walked toward a pile of clothes.

Elion heightened his discerning eye; it felt like he zood in right in front of them, his gaze instantly landed on her pert breasts with pale pink nipples perking in the cool air, flat stomach leading to the neat triangle of hair above her pussy.

Her ass flexed as she climbed onto the bank, droplets of water tracing down her thighs, and she snatched up the bundle of clothes, turning her back to him, but not before he caught the curve of her ass cheeks parting slightly.

Zenovia followed, erging more violently, her voluptuous fra rising from the depths like a goddess.

Water poured off her heavy tits, nipples still erect from anger, and dark, water droplets snaking over her navel and between her legs to her plump pussy lips.

She stomped to the shore with her tail flicking water everywhere, her wide hips swaying, and her ass cheeks jiggling and rubbing off each other between the crack with each step that she took.

She bent over to grab her garnts, exposing everything: her pussy from behind, the plump lips puffy and glistening, and the tight pucker of her asshole above those lower lips, and then her tail just above her asshole.

She dressed hastily, pulling on the familiar tight black suit that clung to her wet skin, outlining her curves. The fabric was translucent where it stuck to her wet breasts and thighs.

Maya slipped into her own clothes faster, a simple nightdress that hugged her smaller fra, but the dampness made it cling to her in certain places as well, subtly hinting at the body hidden beneath.

Once they were done, Elion pushed himself off the tree he had been leaning against and made his way back toward the pond once again.

Once he made it back, Maya was standing behind Zenovia, her body angled slightly to the side. Her cheeks were still flushed as she avoided any sort of eye contact with him.

anwhile, Zenovia waited for him like an angry boss.

Her arms were folded tightly beneath her bosom, pushing her heavy tits up until they strained against the cloth of her suit, the damp material doing little to hide the dark shadows of her areolas because they were wet.

She didn’t seem to notice it though.

Her posture was rigid, and her golden eyes were glaring at him like she wanted to skin him alive on the spot.

He could see that both of their hair was still very wet. Droplets of water fell steadily from the damp strands, plinking onto the ground and tracing paths down Zenovia’s cleavage over the fabric.

"I didn’t say you could co back yet!" Zenovia snapped the mont he got close. "So you were watching us change!?"

Elion’s lip twitched slightly. He realised his mistake a bit too late.

’Isn’t this woman a bit too uptight...’

What exactly was he supposed to say to that?

He had, technically, been caught.

"Uhm... no," he said.

"Yeah, right!" she barked back imdiately.

She harrumphed, but before she could continue, Maya reached out and tugged lightly at her waist.

Zenovia paused and glanced back at her companion.

Maya looked a little pale.

"Uhm... let’s go," she said softly, her voice almost pleading, her eyes flickering nervously as if she wanted nothing more than to leave as quickly as possible.

Zenovia hesitated.

Her expression shifted as she looked between Maya and Elion, sothing complicated passing through her gaze, like she was torn between honoring Maya’s wishes and dealing with what she clearly saw as an unforgivable offense.

"Tch!" In the end, she clicked her tongue and turned back toward him. She raised a hand and pointed at him sharply. "We are not done here!" she declared.

With that, she harrumphed again before grabbing Maya and pulling her along.

"Let’s go!"

She positioned herself slightly in front of Maya as they moved, shielding her from Elion’s view like an overprotective lioness guarding her cub.

’Cute,’ Elion thought, a faint chuckle escaping him.

The two won disappeared into the forest soon after, their figures fading between the trees until they were completely gone.

And just like that, he was alone again.

He stood there for a mont after they left, the faint rustling of their departure fading into the quiet of the forest.

He let out a small breath, then reached up and ran a hand through his hair.

"Well... that was sothing."

With no one else around now, he didn’t hesitate any longer.

With unhurried and casual movents, he began removing his clothes piece by piece, setting them aside on a dry patch near the bank. The cool night air brushed against his skin as he finished.

For a brief mont, he simply stood there, taking in the scene again, the waterfall, the glowing lights, the stillness of the pond beneath the moonlight.

Then he stepped forward and dove straight in.

His body cut cleanly through the surface, sending ripples outward as the water closed around him, cool and refreshing, washing over him in an instant.

He sank slightly before pushing himself back up, erging with a quiet breath, droplets of water running down his face as he brushed his hair back.

"...Yeah," he muttered, a faint smile forming.

"This was definitely worth it."

The water wrapped around him the mont he settled into it, cool at first contact, yet carrying a faint underlying warmth that spread slowly across his skin, easing the tension in his muscles as if it were seeping into him.

The calm of the place settled over him as he floated there.

The flickering lights drifted lazily across the surface and just above it, their soft glow shifting in gentle pulses, casting faint colors that danced across his body and the surrounding water, creating a calm, almost dreamlike atmosphere.

"Huuuuuu..." Elion let out a long breath.

His body gradually went still as he leaned back, allowing himself to float, the water supporting him effortlessly as the sounds of the outside world faded into the steady rhythm of the waterfall and the quiet movent of the current.

He closed his eyes.

For a while, he did nothing but stay still and feel the sensation of the water, the subtle warmth, the cool air brushing against his face, and the faint glow pressing gently against his eyelids.

Ti slipped by quietly as he remained there, drifting in place, letting everything settle, all of it slowly fading into the background.

It reached a point where Elion no longer even felt fully conscious.

His thoughts slowed, then blurred, until they barely felt like his own anymore. He drifted in that strange in-between state, not quite asleep, not quite awake, his body weightless as the water cradled him gently.

It felt... good.

Too good.

Like, there was no reason to move.

No reason to open his eyes.

And no reason to think.

A quiet thought surfaced, soft and distant.

’Why wake up at all...?’

Another followed.

’Isn’t this enough...?’

The warmth of the water seed to deepen, the gentle glow of the floating lights pressing against his closed eyelids like a lullaby made tangible, soothing, coaxing, pulling him further down into that tranquil stillness.

’There’s nothing waiting for you out there...’

’Nothing you need to do...’

’Nothing you truly want...’

The thoughts felt natural. Like they had always been there, just waiting for him to finally give in.

’Wouldn’t it be easier... to just let go...?’

His breathing slowed.

His body sank just a little deeper into the water, his awareness fading further, the line between thought and nothingness dissolving.

And then it was gone. His mind stilled completely, and his body went limp. Sleep took him fully.

"That was easier than I expected."

A sultry, soothing, velvety female voice drifted through the air, cutting cleanly through the quiet as soft footsteps followed against the earth as soone stepped onto the open bank with a calm but unsettling presence.