Kai’s reaction was imdiate and loud. "Shut up!" he barked, his voice cracking, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. His face, already flushed, darkened further as he pointed an accusing finger at her. "You’re—you’re practically naked under that robe! You’re not even wearing undergarnts!"
Es raised an eyebrow at his outburst, her expression a mixture of amusent and feigned innocence. She gave a light shrug, as though his words were of little consequence. "So?" she asked nonchalantly, adjusting the knot of her robe for emphasis.
"So?!" Kai sputtered, his voice rising in pitch. He gestured wildly, his frustration boiling over. "You can’t just stand there like that! If—if you even think about taking that robe off, I’ll—I’ll sue you for harassnt!"
The room fell silent for a mont, and then Es’s lips curled into a slow, devilish smirk. Her fingers loosened their grip on the edge of her robe, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she stepped away from the wardrobe. "Sue ?" she repeated, her tone low, playful, and dangerously calm. "For sexual harassnt?"
Kai stiffened as she began walking toward him, her movents deliberate and graceful, the faint rustle of her robe punctuating the thick silence in the room. His confidence crumbled with each step she took, her smirk deepening as she drew closer. "Oh, Kai," she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.
"Tell —how exactly are you planning to explain this to a judge? Hmm?"
His breath hitched as she stopped in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off her skin. His back hit the wall as he instinctively stepped away, but she followed, her presence overwhelming, her smirk never faltering. "What are you going to say?" she whispered, leaning just slightly closer, her tone teasing yet relentless. "That your wife intimidated you... while fully covered?"
Kai’s mouth opened, but no words ca out. His cheeks burned, his hands clenched and unclenched as he desperately tried to formulate a response. "Y-you’re crossing a line!" he finally stamred, though the wavering in his voice betrayed him.
"Am I?" Es tilted her head, her grin widening as she leaned in further, her face re inches from his. Her voice softened to a near whisper, yet it carried a weight that left him speechless.
"Looks like you’ve forgotten, Kai," she said, her voice laced with playful mischief. "But whenever I’m in bed with you guys, I’m still naked."
The words landed with the force of a thunderclap. Kai’s face, already a furious shade of red, turned impossibly brighter. "You... you..." he stamred, trembling as he pointed an accusing finger at her. Yet, despite his indignation, he couldn’t form a coherent rebuttal. His mind was reeling, struggling to reconcile the image of Es—the CEO, the so-called genius, the woman revered for her sharp intellect and composed deanor—with this shalessly provocative figure before him.
Without another word, Kai spun around on his heel, his movents stiff and jerky as he stord off toward the bathroom. "Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, his frustration palpable. Reaching the bathroom door, he slamd it shut behind him, the echo reverberating through the room.
Es, far from being deterred, called out after him in a slightly louder, sing-song tone. "Honey, there are no robes inside. If you want, I can cover you myself~."
From inside, Kai’s voice rang out, strained and mortified. "Shut up!"
The corners of Es’s lips curled upward into a triumphant smile, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. She turned slowly, her gaze sweeping over her remaining husbands, who had been silent spectators to the entire exchange.
Caught in her gaze, the brothers scrambled to appear preoccupied.
Es was ticulous in her planning, ensuring that her security appeared lax enough to draw her grandfather’s spies and accomplices into a trap. The apparent vulnerability was a deliberate facade, carefully crafted to lure them in. However, Es’s concern for her husbands’ safety was paramount. She refused to let any harm befall Kai, Ryan, or Jay.
To safeguard them, Es devised a clever solution—hiring three rs who bore an uncanny resemblance to her husbands. These substitutes were not re look-alikes; they were expertly trained in combat and other necessary skills. Their resemblance was so precise that even under scrutiny, it was nearly impossible to distinguish them from the real Kai, Ryan, and Jay. At night, the deception beca flawless, the dim lighting making it even harder to spot the differences.
Es implented another layer of protection by ensuring that none of her husbands slept in their own rooms. Instead, their rooms were occupied by their substitutes, maintaining the illusion of their presence. Es had declared her room the safest in the mansion. It was soundproof, heavily secured, and could only be accessed with her explicit permission.
Each night, Ray ,Kai, Ryan, and Jay quietly slipped into Es’s room, leaving their doubles behind. Within those walls, they were safe, shielded from the potential dangers that lurked outside. anwhile, their doubles maintained the illusion in their respective rooms, ensuring that anyone watching would be none the wiser.
After having freshened up and finally eaten a proper al, the tension in the air still lingered. Over the past few days, the household had beco a fortress of caution. Eating food prepared in-house was a gamble no one was willing to take, but Es had her own rules—especially when it ca to Ray. Takeaway or outside food was out of the question for him.
Es’s solution? Helga. With her sharp skills and trusted loyalty, Helga beca the household’s clandestine chef. Every night, under Es’s orders, she prepared their als in the guesthouse, far from prying eyes or potential sabotage. The task wasn’t without reward—Es compensated her lavishly, paying ten tis what even the fanciest restaurant would charge. Helga, determined and resourceful, ensured each dish was flawless and safe before delivering it to Es herself.
When dinner was over, the next challenge arose: sleeping arrangents. Es’s bed, though large, wasn’t built to comfortably accommodate five people. And Es wouldn’t risk Ray’s comfort or safety, not even for a mont. The solution was ingenious—while Ray, Kai, Ryan, and Jay stretched out comfortably on the bed, Es turned her attention to her carefully chosen sofa.
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