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Miss Maomao,
After the fruitful results of your exploration of rare aerosol substances through the use of a common incense burner, I would like to request your participation in another experiment in a week's time. I assure you that, as long as your expertise still believes it to be safe, the experiment could be conducted in your preferred space with yourself as the sole participant, in an hour chosen by your convenience. Would you be willing? Your knowledge would be invaluable. I fully understand if a denial is needed.
I will eagerly wait for your answer.
Sincerely,
Basen
Master Basen,
I am willing to participate and will be ready before midnight. I would like to stress that it's important for the circumstances to be optimal and for the subjects to be well rested so the experiment's full potential may be reached. If such circumstances aren't possible, I request a prompt response. Otherwise, I will be prepared on the allotted day and time.
Respectfully,
Maomao
Jinshi slowly blinked awake in a vaguely familiar office, cautiously taking in the sight around him. The walls were vividly painted; the furniture of good quality, although not as much as the ones usually seen in the palace; and the cushion he was sitting on was decently comfortable. In front of him was a well-built desk and behind it was the Madam of the Verdigris House.
"I see you really must need rest, my lord." The old woman said, tactfully avoiding calling him out for seemingly napping during their conversation. "The room is ready just in time, then."
The Madam got up and went around the desk. As his eyes followed her as she made her way towards the door, Jinshi caught sigh of Gaoshun, his attendant's eyebrows scrunched together to form a worried look. Placatingly, Jinshi shook his head, trying to demonstrate he was fine.
What room is she talking about? He thought, still a little disoriented. As if his body had a mind of its own, he felt himself rise from his seat and follow her.
They walked through the hallways of the Verdigris House and Jinshi found himself pondering how he got himself there. He didn't remember what conversation he had with the Madam and had no idea where she was taking him, and yet he mindlessly followed her. What was he doing there? He didn't go to the brothel for no reason, there was information missing. A piece of a puzzle he couldn't place with how lightheaded he felt.
The Madam looked back at him as she walked, taking in the dark shadows he knew were under his eyes and his sluggish pace.
"I assure that you'll have the most restful sleep of your life after you try our medicinal bath, recommendation of our own apothecary." The old lady said proudly before taking a drag of her pipe.
Apothecary? Maomao! Of course, that's the only reason Jinshi could ever be at Verdigris House.
"Madam, where is Maomao?" He asked abruptly.
From behind him, he could hear Gaoshun sigh. The Madam didn't answer his questions, only smirked and gestured to a familiar door.
"We have arrived, my lord."
It was the room usually reserved for his visits to the Verdigris House, the better quality of the wood and finish giving it away immediately. Jinshi looked at it warily, contemplating dismissing the Madam's offer and insisting on finding Maomao. However, his thoughts were still hazy and his limbs felt heavy. As if moving by itself, he felt his hand opening the door and entered the room.
It was just as he remembered, a finely furnished chamber with a very large bed and sweet incense burning. Jinshi felt something tug on the back of his mind.
"If you would like to bath, the medicinal bath is ready for you at the adjoining chamber." The Madam said, picking up a set of robes from the table. "If you would like to sleep, after, these were prepared for you."
She handed the robes to Gaoshun instead of him. Jinshi frowned, did the she think he couldn't get dressed by himself? Still, his annoyance was diluted by the strange familiarity of the situation.
"I believe I shall bath." The words slipped out of his mind easily, quicker than he could form his own thoughts.
The Madam smiled, obviously satisfied, and Gaoshun seemed satisfied with his choice of taking a medicinal bath before resting. Still struggling with how slowly his mind was working, Jinshi absentmindedly pushed open the door to the bathing chamber and took a look inside.
As soon as he did, he slammed the door closed.
"Why are there scantily clad women in the bath?" Once the words left his mouth, Jinshi was hit with a wave of clarity.
The room, the robes and the scantily clad women around the bath were all familiar because they already happened in previous a visit of his to the Verdigris House. He was pretty certain, however, that the Madam's smug face hadn't been part of that scenario.
This is a nightmare. He thought gloomily.
It seemed to be a lucid one, at least. As his mind became sharper, Jinshi could remember sending a letter, signed in Basen's name, to propose another "experiment" with the incense burner to Maomao. A week later, he had gone to sleep with the smell of incense permeating the room and smile on his face, her positive response laying on his desk.
But where was Maomao? Jinshi was sure she had been with him in the actual day the dream seemed to build upon, it wasn't easy to forget the woman you wished to marry offering you a room full of courtesans and being visibly puzzled at your refusal. Other than the Madam, everything seemed to be just as he remembered, down to the depth of the frown on Gaoshun' face.
"I assure you they are professionals, sir, very discreet." The Madam said, unaffected by his disgust. "A massage from any of them will do wonders for you."
"I believe you, Madam. Still, I have to decline." Jinshi said firmly, already making plans to leave the room and hunt down Maomao.
I hope she didn't leave to explore on her own. Would she do that? Jinshi sighed. Maomao probably wouldn't resist the allure of investigating a dream version of her apothecary shop.
"Are you sure? I believe we might have at least one girl of your interest."
"I'm sure." He insisted, moving towards the room's door.
"I insist you take another look, my lord. You won't regret it." The Madam's smug look had turned into a full blown smirk.
Jinshi opened his mouth to refuse a final time, but before he could, she pushed the adjoining room's door open. He inadvertently looked inside the room and only much training helped him hold back a grimace. Even since he entered his adolescence, Jinshi wasn't a stranger to finding unexpected company in his bathing room. It surprised him that he could still feel a phantom, clammy sensation on his skin and a chill down his spine at the sight.
There were many girls lined up across the room, all standing around the steaming bathtub and scattered enough he could get a good look at all of them. Objectively, he could understand they were attractive women, but their sultry gazes and fluttering eyelashes made him want to take a step back. His eyes quickly went over the girls, eager to get away from them and the still smirking Madam. However, something caught his eye.
There was a girl that wasn't smiling or offering seductive glances. She was dressed like all the other women: light blue robes with fabric so thin they were almost sheer, barefoot and hair down. Her make up was done lightly, as far as he could tell, with no face powder. Her delicate appearance was offset by the way she was glaring at him like he was a dead possum someone dropped in front of her dorm room.
Maomao! Jinshi thought, a smile growing on his face.
"Are any of them catered to your tastes?" The Madam asked. It was almost possible to see her eyes turn into gold coins.
She' scarily accurate. He thought. Did he really visit Verdigris House so often that even his mind would remember the Madam so well?
Jinshi schooled his smile into a polite, neutral expression and nodded. "I would like a massage from her please."
He gestured to Maomao. He only planned to get them alone a quickly as possible, but Maomao's glare only turned darker. The Madam gathered the other girls and pushed them out of the room almost impossibly fast, some of the courtesans sending him looks of disappointment. Before he left the room, Gaoshun sent Jinshi an exasperated look and pointedly left the robes that had been handed to him earlier. Finally, only Maomao and Jinshi remained.
Shoulders relaxing, Jinshi moved towards her. When he focused on the venomous look on her face, however, he stopped.
"What an interesting dream, sir." She said, raising an eyebrow.
Jinshi frowned at her for a second, only then remembering where they were and what exactly Maomao was wearing. He felt his face burn.
"I-I never had this dream before, I swear!" He stammered.
"I was surprised to wake up in exactly the same robes the courtesans offered to you at that time were wearing. I didn't think you would remember, as you claimed you were uninterested in them." She said blandly, as if he hadn't spoken. "You have an excellent memory, sir."
"Please stop calling me 'sir'." He begged, aware his face was still flushed.
"As you wish, Master Jinshi."
Jinshi approached her slowly, sighing. When she stood glaring at him, he gave her a wide berth. He took off his outer robe, holding it out in front of him.
"Maomao, I swear I didn't mean anything by this." He said firmly. "I already told you, I don't want a courtesan of the Verdigris House. I thought this was a nightmare at first."
He stood still, robe still in hand. Maomao approached him slowly, like a cat sneaking closer to a stranger for a treat. She took the robe from him, putting it on and double tying the knot. Even so, it still seemed as if it would slide right off her. Jinshi resisted the urge to smile at the sight or his cat might take the treat and scurry off somewhere.
The glare eventually slid off Maomao's face, leaving behind her usual placid expression. She adjusted her oversized robes, folding her hands together. Her tense posture relaxed into a more casual one.
"I'm really sorry." He repeated, weary at the visible proof that she had been uncomfortable before.
"There's nothing to be be sorry for, sir." She said with a light shrug. "Sexual dreams are normal for a man your age."
"Stop calling me sir." He begged again, ignoring how his face burned at her words.
"Force of habit. Jinshi." His name sounded as if it was forced out of her throat, a small frown settling on her forehead. Yet, he couldn't hold back a smile.
Hearing Maomao address him without honorifics or titles felt like winning one of the most important battles in the long-standing war of making sure she was comfortable around him.
"Did you wake up here?" Jinshi said, allowing himself to step closer to her.
"I woke up in the dressing room with the other courtesans." She sent him a suspicious stare as he got closer to her, but didn't move away. "I wonder if our dreams are merging, somehow. I'm sure you have never been to that room, so how could that be in your dream?"
Maomao paused, looking at the still steaming bathtub and her own almost naked state.
"And this is definitely your dream."
"Wait, if you woke up in the dressing room, you just let the Madam dress you like that and bring you here with the other women?" Jinshi asked, half eager to change the topic of conversation and half distressed at the idea of Maomao dressing up like that to see an unknown man, even in a dream.
Maomao sent him a flat stare. "Nobody lets Grams do anything, Jinshi. She made the other girls hold me down and dress me like this and had the menservants drag me here."
Then, she looked down, appearing genuinely despondent. "I couldn't even check if the shop is as accurate as everything else."
"Of course that was your priority." Jinshi huffed. Uncaring of the tone of his words, she nodded.
"I was planning to escape once Grams left, but I needed to test a theory first."
"A theory?" Jinshi raised an eyebrow.
Maomao nodded once and then walked towards the bathtub. She leaned down and dipped her hand into the warm water, a satisfied look growing on her face.
"Come here, Jinshi." She said, still looking at the water.
He went to her side, leaning down. She splashed her hand on the water and he understood her intentions. Jinshi dipped his hand inside the bathtub, trying to discern what could be so interesting to Maomao. After a minute, he frowned.
"Is this anything other than warm water?" He asked.
"No, it is warm water. But it's been the same temperature since I entered the room." Maomao said, a familiar sparkle in her eyes.
Jinshi's eyes widened. "And how long has it been?"
"I only started counting after Grams left, but it's been at least more than twenty minutes." Maomao said, dipping her hand further into the water. "We had to test the temperature when they filled the tub and it hasn't changed, not notably."
"I wonder if it has anything to do with the nature of the dream? Maybe our minds imagine the ideal bath as warm so it stays like this?" Jinshi wondered, hand splashing around the water.
"An erotic massage in a cold bath probably wouldn't be as pleasant." Maomao flicked her fingers, water landing on Jinshi's arm.
"I already said I'm sorry."
"There's no need to repeat yourself, Jinshi. I understand."
He huffed. "Doesn't sound like it."
Jinshi got up from his position, shrugging off as much water as he could from his hand. Aware of Maomao's eyes following him, he grabbed one of the towels piled in the room and dried his hand. After, Jinshi approached Maomao and held out a hand to help her up. Sending a suspicious look at his hand, she straightened up by herself.
He rolled his eyes, taking her wet hand between his towel-covered hands and started to dry it off. Maomao offered a weak protest, trying to tug her hand away. When he didn't budge, she stopped struggling and just stood still while staring off blankly to the side. Jinshi wondered if the pink on her cheeks was also a product of his own mind.
After holding her hand for a moment longer than he had to, he let it go and Maomao immediately dropped it to her side.
"Let's go, then." Jinshi said, setting down the towel where he found it.
Maomao's head snapped up. "Go where?"
"Didn't you want to check your shop?" He chuckled, already heading to the door.
Predictably, Maomao's eyes sparkled. However, instead of following after him, she hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Jinshi asked, making his way back to her.
Maomao stared at his face for a moment with an expression he hadn't seen yet on her, a cross between a pondering face and an irritated one. Finally, she turned her back on him and walked closer to the bathtub.
"I have one more experiment I want to run here, Jinshi." She said, one of her hands tapping the wood of the bathtub. "I would like your cooperation for it."
"As long as it's not dangerous, whatever you think it's best."
"Thank you for your understanding. Please, disrobe and get in now."
Jinshi's face heated up so fast he thought it might explode.
"W-What are you talking about so suddenly?!" He stammered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I need you to test how the water feels for an actual bath and getting your clothes wet would be too messy."
"Why me?! If you want to test it, shouldn't you do it?"
"If you think that would be better." Maomao said, shrugging as she started to undo the knots of her borrowed robes.
"Wait, wait! It's alright, I will do it." Jinshi said, taking off his robes faster than she could.
He thought that after their last meeting, his body wouldn't react so strongly at the thought of seeing Maomao undress. Jinshi had already said things that still made him blush just by remembering them, so surely seeing her naked again would be a less world-stopping experience?
Even the threat of her undressing, however, was enough for him to realize he had vastly overestimated his composure. Avoiding looking at the way her now looser knot left his robe draping lower on her frame, Jinshi hastily undressed. Even as he didn't look up, he could feel Maomao's eyes on his skin. He had half a mind to ask her for her opinion on what she saw, but decided there was only so much embarrassment he could take in one night.
After setting aside his robes, Jinshi got inside the bathtub and sat down. The water was still warm, gently steaming, and the bathtub was ample enough to fit more than two people, so his legs stretched comfortably. The material wasn't the same as his personal bathtub, but it seemed quite sturdy. The only odd detail that stood out to him was that the water level was quite low if filled with a man of his stature in mind, barely hitting the middle of his abdomen. It wasn't bothersome, however, so he chose to not comment on it.
Jinshi opened his mouth to comment on how it felt just like a regular bath when small hands touched his shoulders. His body jolted.
"What are you doing?" He asked, mouth dry.
The hands on his shoulders were warm and slippery. Jinshi could faintly smell a sweet aroma, but the sensation of two thumbs rubbing circles on his back was monopolizing all his attention.
"A massage." Maomao said, squeezing a pressure point that had a groan slipping out of his mouth. "I thought you might appreciate it, since you refused the experience before."
"It wasn't this experience that I refused." Jinshi gasped, feeling her dig her thumbs on tense places of his back that he hadn't realized had been there.
"No, you refused professionals with much better training. This is a poor consolation prize."
There was a response on the tip of Jinshi's tongue that was completely swallowed by a moan as Maomao firmly kneaded his muscles. Jinshi's felt his mind slip into a lull as Maomao massaged his back before spreading her hands from the base of his neck to the tip of his shoulders. His muscles, tense from so many hours pouring over paperwork, felt relaxed for the first time in weeks.
When he felt his mind center itself again, he realized Maomao had stopped kneading his back and shoulders. Instead, she was sliding her slippery hands over the length of his shoulders, fingers lightly tracing his muscles.
"Any professional opinion?" Jinshi asked, unable to hold back his curiosity. He leaned back against the wood of the bathtub, closer to her touch.
"You have a well developed musculature. How do you still find time to train when you barely sleep?" Maomao said clinically, pinching his shoulder with her right hand.
Jinshi grasped that hand with his left one, turning around so he could see the glare she threw at him. He smiled.
"Exercising is important for my health."
"Resting is important for your health." She huffed.
He flipped her hand so he could bring her palm close to his mouth, kissing it gently for a long minute. Maomao's glare settled into a dark stare that, while not as annoyed, was even more intense.
"I'm resting right now." Jinshi said.
He wasn't sure who moved first, him or Maomao, but their mouths met before Jinshi could form another thought.
He turned around best as he could while still sitting in the bathtub, cupping the back of her head and concentrating on her tongue. Maomao, as always, quickly turned it into a battle of technique. While she had the most experience, which still made his blood boil, Jinshi knew he was a decent student and Maomao was his favorite subject. He attacked all the weak spots he memorized during their last time in a lucid dream, delighted that she was breathing heavily as they separated.
Jinshi started to get up from the bathtub, eager to continue on an actual bed. Maomao, however, pressed down on his shoulders with very clear orders. Stay down. Obediently, Jinshi stayed, biting back a pout.
Maomao went around the bathtub, stopping on the opposite side to his. Jinshi watched hungrily as she fully undid the knot of his robes and threw them aside, but, strangely, didn't take off the almost sheer robes underneath. She carefully entered the bathtub, settling down on the water that that hit much higher on her, and Jinshi understood why she didn't fully undress.
The light fabric of her robes turned transparent as it got wet, clinging to Maomao's skin attractively. Jinshi's eyes lingered on her pink nipples, hard against the light, soaked robes stuck against her chest. The robes were also sticking to all the curves she insisted weren't there, highlighting her waist and the shape of her hips, bunching up around her things as she kneeled on the wood.
Maomao's face had strands of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, the color deepening in the heat of the bath. He hungrily let his eyes wander all over her, unable to settle on just one part of the picture she painted.
Maomao slowly made her way towards him, looking in his direction but not in his eyes. As soon as she was in arm's reach, Jinshi eagerly pulled her on his lap, taking her mouth into another kiss. When they parted, both breathing heavily, Maomao smirked at him.
"I thought you were resting, sir?" She said, grinding down on his obvious erection.
Jinshi griped her hips, meeting her movements with his own. Maomao bit her bottom lip, successfully avoiding making any noise.
We'll see about that. Jinshi thought grumpily, determined to her her moan sooner rather than later.
"I already asked you to stop calling me sir, Maomao." Jinshi said, one of his hands leaving her hips to making its way between her things. "I'm fully rested now. Didn't we agree exercise is also important?"
Maomao opened her mouth, probably to give him a very pedantic answer. However, Jinshi captured her mouth before she could and his fingers finally found her cunt. Immediately, Maomao tensed, the legs spread around his torso attempting to close down. Jinshi frowned, trying to break the kiss, but Maomao wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him in place, loosening her legs around him.
Cautiously trusting her cue to continue, Jinshi's fingers started to work on her cunt. It felt different from touching her with full view of what he was doing and now under warm water, yet no less thrilling. He let his fingers slide over her pussy, taking in the little shudders Maomao let out, and played with her clit while one of his fingers went inside her.
Eventually, they broke the kiss, and Maomao hid her face against his chest, only the red tips of her ears visible over her wet hair. Jinshi couldn't resist kissing the top of her head a he slid a second finger inside her, rubbing against her clit with his thumb until he could hear low groans coming from her.
It still felt surreal that she was allowing him to touch her, hold her like that, even more than the incense burner that allowed them to share dreams. Jinshi's mind could only accept that it was true because she looked better than he ever imagined, flushed and wet all over with her sheer robes and wet hair clinging to her.
The most beautiful woman in the world, the cutest moans I've ever heard, the sweetest taste…
"Stop. Talking." Maomao gasped out, grinding against down on his hand, words muffled by his skin.
Jinshi hadn't even realized he said any of that out loud.
"Why should I? It's the truth." He said, grinning at the top of her head. "I couldn't stop looking at you when I entered the room, I feared for my self-control."
Maomao turned her face, only one side visible and the other still squished against his chest as she looked up at him.
"The Verdigris House prizes itself for making even the simplest of courtesans look presentable." She said proudly.
Jinshi felt his mood darken, face frowning. "I don't care about what any 'courtesan' looks like."
He pressed his thumb down on her clit, drawing little circles around it. Maomao shuddered, flushed face melting into the confused and embarrassed expression it adopted when she was surprised with pleasure.
"You are beautiful." He said, fingers working firmly on her weak spots.
She opened her mouth, trying to talk, but he started to move his fingers in and out of her and she once again hid her face against his chest, moans muffled. Jinshi wished he could see her face, but her pleasured noises were fair compensation.
Eventually, as he worked on her, Maomao lifted her head from chest and started to suck her way from his pectorals to his neck, biting down hard whenever he got a particularly loud moan from her. Jinshi would mourn that there wouldn't be any marks in the morning if he could focus on anything but the feeling of Maomao around his fingers.
When his fingers pressed a certain place inside her, she would grind down on his hand, circling her hips, and whenever she did that Jinshi would support her movement with his free hand. The moment his unoccupied hand let go of her hips, he used it to roam all over her body, groping her thighs and ass blindly, pinching her nipples and dragging a finger over the line of her back until she tightened around his fingers and panted against his neck.
After a violent shudder against him, Maomao separated herself from the bite mark she was nursing on his chest, dark eyes meeting his.
"That's enough, stop that already." She said, glaring at him.
"You want me to stop?" Jinshi asked, a little disappointed.
He would do whatever Maomao asked, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't interested in going further.
"I want you to stop being obtuse on purpose." She said, thighs tightening around his hand.
Jinshi have her a flat stare. "I can't believe you of all people are saying that."
Maomao huffed and one of her hands, which had been around his neck, went under the water. Jinshi jolted as he felt a firm grip on his dick, releasing a a sound between a yelp and a moan.
"Inside." Maomao said, running her hand from root to tip.
"What?" Jinshi squeaked, dizzy from the sensation of Maomao lightly dragging her nail across the head of his cock.
Maomao rolled her eyes. "Put it inside, Jinshi, or I will do it myself."
Jinshi stared at her, feeling his own face flush deeper. Maomao seemed to have little patience or sympathy for the way she was making his brain melt, so she straddled him, her movement dislodging his fingers from her wet cunt. One of her hands stayed on his shoulder and her other hand held his cock in place as she started to sink down on him. Jinshi's hands immediately went to her waist.
Just like the last time, it felt heavenly. Even immersed to his torso in still gently steaming water, the wetness and heat of Maomao's pussy swallowing his dick was unmistakable. He had thought about it every single day since their first fully aware meeting inside a dream, his first time holding Maomao this way. The memory of thrusting into her had haunted him with a frequency that Jinshi felt as sensitive and worked up as he did the first few weeks after he weaned off the potato starch mixture.
However, even the memory couldn't compare to the real sensation. As soon as the tip of his cock was involved in her cunt, Jinshi's hands tightened on her waist and he threw his head back, groaning. After he felt himself enter halfway inside her, Maomao stopped, panting.
"Stupid. Who needs a dick this big?" She grumbled and Jinshi wondered if she was even aware she spoke out out.
Still, he couldn't resist the opportunity. "Big? But I thought it was only de—"
"Shut up." She said, sinking down further and drawing a moan from both of them.
Maomao's legs were starting to shake, likely from holding herself up as she tried to sit down on Jinshi's cock. Using the hands on her hips to give her better support, Jinshi rubbed circles with his thumb on her skin and he helped her slowly sink down, using little back and forth movements that had him panting by the time she was fully on his lap.
They both stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily. Maomao's hands had moved, both now clutching his shoulders on a death grip, nails digging in his skin. Jinshi was almost thankful for it, since the pain distracted him from the amazing heat around his cock and stopped him from coming immediately.
Then, Maomao slowly started to move up and down, using his shoulders for balance. Jinshi kept his hands on her waist, looking at Maomao's focused expression as she tentatively rode his dick. When she noticed his stare, she closed her eyes tightly, somehow flushing even deeper.
"Jinshi." She spat out, though the effect was significantly toned down by the embarrassed expression on her red face. "Are you going to make me do everything by myself?"
"If you want something, all you have to do is ask." Jinshi teased, firming his grip on her waist and starting to move her.
He thrust his hips to meets her as she came down, uncaring of the moans and groans spilling from his lips. Maomao, who no longer needed the support, moved her hands to the back of his neck, nails sinking into his sensitive nape. Her eyes were still closed, face scrunched in her efforts to bite back moans that inevitably left her mouth.
Jinshi bounced her on his cock, greedily taking in her trembling lips and flushed cheeks. When Maomao opened her eyes, he feared meeting his gaze would make her close them again, but she seemed more preoccupied with grinding down on his dick. Her eyes were glazed over and her noises grew more frequent, particularly some whimpers when he hit a certain spot inside her or touched her clit.
The water inside the bathtub was still warm, steam curling around them, and Jinshi felt surrounded by the heat. Between how hot and wet Maomao felt inside, her dazed expression and petite body on display due to her wet robes, and the warmth of the steam around him, Jinshi could feel his cheeks heat up unlike ever before and was growing increasingly lightheaded.
Before he could actually faint, Jinshi felt Maomao tighten around him.
"Jinshi, I'm going to, I need—" She said, cutting herself off with a moan.
He nodded jerkily, focusing on her clit while maintaining the rhythm of his trusts. After a moment, Maomao twitched and squeezed around him, eyes watering and a strangled moan escaping her. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. Then, she collapsed against his chest, painting.
Jinshi stared to gently comb his fingers through her hair, savoring her leftover spams around his cock, but Maomao kept moving her hips back and forth.
"It's alright, isn't it too much?" Jinshi said, tucking a strand behind one of her still red ears.
In the books he confiscated from her, there was enough advice against overstimulating a woman after her orgasm, unless asked. Jinshi felt like he could burst, but he would rather take himself in hand (which wouldn't take long, if he was allowed to look at Maomao's relaxed, pleasured face) than make her uncomfortable.
"Just finish it already." Maomao grunted, clenching down on him.
In the end, Jinshi was nothing more than a man. He started to bounce Maomao on his cock again, head dizzy with how good it felt to have her still spamming cunt around him. It took an embarrassingly short time before he felt himself get close, hands clenching on her waist.
"I'm coming." Jinshi moaned as he slammed her firmly on his lap, releasing inside her.
Coming inside Maomao made all the experiences he had with pleasure by himself feel like ghosts of a real climax. He bucked against her, vision blanking and head dizzy. When he finally came back to reality, Maomao was glaring at him.
"Did you have to come inside?" She complained, still seated on his cock.
"You told me I could, last time." He said, moving his hands from her waist to wrap his arms around her in a hug.
"We shouldn't make this into an habit, Jinshi." Maomao said, settling against his chest, arms tucked against her sides.
They basked in the afterglow for a moment, the warm water soothing Jinshi's tired muscles.
"We can take a real bath and get out." He said reluctantly.
"I don't see the benefits of that." Maomao said sleepily. "We'll wake up in our beds, clean and dry."
Speak for yourself. Jinshi thought, remembering the embarrassment of Suiren collecting his dirty sheets after their last encounter in a lucid dream.
"I thought we could get dressed and see if your shop is accurate." Jinshi said, watching as she reacted predictably.
Maomao shot up from his chest, shaking off his arms from around her as her eyes glinted and an excited smile grew on her face. Then, she tried to get up from his lap, wincing as she realized he was still inside her. Much more slowly, she dislodged his cock from her pussy, frowning slightly the moment he was fully out, and moved away from him, leaning against the side of the bathtub to grab a bar of soap conveniently set up close.
She took the soap and, confoundedly, started to wash his chest and shoulders. Jinshi grabbed her wrist before she could continue.
"What are you doing?" He asked, voice faint.
"Washing you so we can finish the bath." Maomao said flatly.
"I can do it myself."
"Respectfully, I doubt it."
What part of that is respectful at all?!
"Maomao." Jinshi said firmly. "If you start running your hands all over my body, we won't be leaving this bathtub."
She sent him an annoyed glare, as if he was a disgusting animal standing in the way of a rare herb as she gathered in the forest. Thankfully, however, she allowed him to wash himself. Jinshi took what was likely the fasted bath (if taking into account just the bathing part, of course) of his life, keeping his eyes as far away from Maomao as he could.
(Jinshi could admit he almost lost his resolve when he heard the sound of her wet robes hitting the floor as she started to clean herself. Maomao's happy cackling as she murmured to herself about which ingredients she would look for first when she reached the shop, however, culled any salacious thought. Resigned, Jinshi kept his back to her and recited lines of the last tax reform projects pilling on his desk while washing himself.)
Dried and dressed, he spared the bed a mournful look as he left the room, walking behind an enthusiastic Maomao.
The next day, Suiren looked at Jinshi with concern as he blushed furiously when she asked if he wanted a warm bath.