My Idle System

Chapter 374: All Three (1)

Was it still the same day? The next? Or the one after that?

At some point, the trio had completely lost track of time.

Now, they were finally in the bathroom, thick with steam, the air heavy and warm.

Christian sat in the oversized tub, hot water lapping against his chest. Eva nestled into his left side, Annabelle into his right, both women tucked perfectly beneath his arms.

The tub was massive — more than enough to hold all three of them without constraint.

The size wasn't a coincidence.

He didn't know it, but Eva had deliberately modified it, she had it shaped like this for moments exactly like these.

His hands rested on them, firm and familiar, one on each breast. Soft, full weight settled into his palms as his thumbs moved in slow, absent circles over sensitive peaks, already tightened by the contrast between hot water and cooler air. Both women pressed closer, their slick skin sliding against his, their heads resting against his shoulders, damp strands of hair clinging to his neck and chest.

Earlier, the bath hadn't been water.

It had been everything they had released together — enough to soak the bed, their bodies, the sheets beneath them.

This… was different.

Quieter.

Looser.

More complete.

Sophia was already cleaning the mess they left behind, but the expression she wore earlier; shock, disbelief at how far things had gone, and how they had still continued despite it, lingered in his mind. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her lose her composure like that.

And maybe that was only natural.

Without essence, this wouldn't have ended in a bath… but in a hospital.

Still, there was no reason to dwell on it.

The heat wrapped around them, their breathing slow and even, bodies sinking into him without resistance. And before he realized it, the words slipped out.

"I missed this… just holding you both."

For a moment, neither of them answered.

Then—

They smiled.

Soft, genuine smiles, stripped of hunger, carrying only warmth… and something quietly full.

"Yeah…" Annabelle murmured, her lips brushing against his shoulder, then drifting along his neck, then his cheek. "I don't want to ever be separated again."

Eva nodded beside him, silent but just as close, following the same slow, unhurried path.

Christian lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss to each of them, lips lingering briefly against damp hair, breathing in the mix of heat, soap, and them.

For long, unhurried minutes, they remained like that, bodies pressed together, water softly lapping against skin, hands moving without urgency over familiar curves. No rush. No need. Just warmth, closeness, and the quiet sound of water shifting with every small movement.

Time slipped by, unmeasured, unnoticed, until Annabelle finally lifted her head. Her hand rose, fingers catching lightly at his chin, guiding his gaze back to hers.

"Anyway…" she said softly, studying him. "Tell me what happened to you."

"Why were your clothes like that? Why did you let your hair grow this much? Didn't you even have time to trim it?"

Her eyes narrowed just slightly, something sharper threading through her gaze.

"And… what about that gorgeous girl?"

Christian only smiled at the barrage, calm and unhurried, before beginning to answer — one question at a time.

It wasn't like they had no way of knowing.

Even while they were apart, they could still communicate.

And there was Iris, someone who could always tell them about his situation.

So Annabelle wasn't asking because she didn't know.

She was asking because she wanted to hear it from him.

From his voice.

She was already pressed fully against him, close enough to feel his warmth, her body grinding subtly against his thigh beneath the water, slick heat brushing in slow, unconscious movements.

And yet…

It still wasn't enough.

She needed to hear him.

To be certain.

To remind herself that he was here — that he wouldn't suddenly disappear the moment she looked away… or closed her eyes.

And so, Christian kept talking, his voice steady, uninterrupted, while both Annabelle and Eva listened.

At the same time, Eva's fingers traced slow, absent patterns down his stomach, occasionally dipping lower to brush teasingly along his half-hard cock floating in the warm water.

His voice never faltered.

But his two hands had already begun to move.

One went to explore the body of Eva, returning her teasing movement in kind, while the other Sliding lower along Annabelle's back, he cupped one firm ass cheek under the surface, squeezing gently before pulling her tighter against his thigh so she could grind more openly. The movement sent fresh ripples across the tub and made their breath hitch softly between his words.

The reunion wasn't over.

It was simply changing flavor, shifting from frantic release into something slower, heavier… a heat that built gradually in the steam-filled air.

Yet despite everything, they were still listening to him with complete focus.

To an outsider, it might have looked absurd, like they were absorbing the explanation of some profound essence technique, something capable of pushing a person straight to Anastasia's level.

But his words mattered more than that.

Far more to them.

So maybe it wasn't strange at all.

In the thick steam, where sight blurred and the air tasted of heat and lingering intimacy, time seemed to lose its shape again.

It simply… continued.

Until Eva suddenly shifted.

A small movement at first.

Then she slipped away from his side and dipped beneath the water.

For a brief second, someone unfamiliar with her might have misunderstood — might have thought she was simply playing, some childish impulse surfacing in the warmth.

But Christian knew better.

And the moment he felt her move between his legs, that understanding settled completely.

"Let me clean you properly down there too…" she murmured, lifting her head just enough to speak before sinking back under.

Settling onto her knees beneath the surface, one hand wrapped around him, still firm, unwilling to soften even now, while the other braced lightly against his thigh.

They had already washed themselves — thoroughly. With essence, with water, with time.

So what kind of "cleaning" was this?

Christian didn't ask.

With a faint, amused smile, he simply watched her through the rippling water.

And Eva, without breaking that faint line of awareness between them, leaned in.

A soft, almost reverent kiss.

Then she took him into her mouth.

Her hand moved in slow rhythm along his length, while the warmth of her mouth, the slip of her tongue, and the surrounding heat of the water blurred together into something distinctly different — smoother, heavier, harder to separate into parts.

Everything felt… layered.

She kept it slow at first, deliberate. Her tongue traced along him in unhurried circles, taking only part of him in, drawing it out rather than rushing.

Then, gradually, she pushed further.

Deeper.

Until the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat.

A trail of small bubbles escaped past her lips, brushing along him as she held there for a moment.

Then she pulled back.

Rising from the water, she drew in a sharp breath, lips parted, chest lifting as she recovered.

Her face was flushed, her lips glistening, a thin strand breaking as she inhaled more steadily.

She was stronger than most.

But among those around him, she was still the weakest.

And that showed, in moments like this.

The sight of her, adorable, determined, trying so hard — made Christian's smile soften with genuine affection.

"Slow down—" he started.

But before the words could fully form, she had already dipped back under again.

For a moment, he simply paused.

Then a quiet chuckle left him.

In the end, he let her be.

His hand settled lightly against her head beneath the water, fingers moving slowly through her hair, steady, unhurried.

Above, he continued speaking with Annabelle as if nothing had changed.

Below, Eva continued at her own pace.

And the scene held there — balanced between calm conversation and something far more intimate, neither interrupting the other.