My body felt completely relaxed.
I leaned back against the smooth stone, letting the hot water hold me in place. The warmth wrapped around my skin, easing every sore muscle.
For once, my mind was empty.
No hunting.
No fighting.
No thoughts about getting stronger.
Just the quiet sound of water and the soft steam rising into the evening air.
Just as I thought this might be my lucky, peaceful day—
"Seems like you're enjoying yourself."
A voice came from behind me. Calm. Confident. Deep enough to cut through the steam.
My eyes snapped open.
I turned slowly toward the source of the voice.
A man stood a few steps away from the edge of the hot spring.
He had bright red hair that fell slightly over sharp eyes. His face was handsome—almost unreal—with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and full lips curved in a faint, dangerous smile. His body was built like a weapon: broad shoulders, thick arms, chest hard and defined under the thin black shirt he wore. Even standing still, he looked ready to fight—or destroy. The steam around him seemed to part, like it was afraid to touch him.
His presence made the air feel heavier. Hotter. Like the spring itself knew danger had arrived.
He smiled faintly—small, but sharp.
"Dravic," he said. "Wrath of the Seven Sins."
My body froze.
Dravic.
Wrath.
Of the Seven Sins.
I knew it.
Why did I forget?
Gluttony's week already ended. That means… another Sin would take his place.
And this time—
Wrath.
My heart slammed hard against my ribs. The water suddenly felt too hot. Too exposed.
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. It cracked anyway.
He tilted his head slightly, red eyes locking onto mine. They burned—intense, unblinking—like he could see every fear, every sore spot, every memory of the past week.
"You know the reason, don't you?" he replied. His voice was low, smooth, but there was an edge under it. Like a blade hidden in silk. "Gluttony had his fun. Now it's my turn."
The peaceful warmth of the hot spring suddenly felt meaningless.
The air grew tense.
Steam swirled thicker around him as he took one slow step closer. Water lapped at his boots. He didn't look away. Not once.
I pulled my knees up higher, arms wrapping around them like that could protect me. "I… I'm still tired," I said. "Still sore. From… from before. Please… not tonight."
He stopped at the edge. Looked down at me—eyes traveling slow over my body under the water. My bare shoulders. The faint marks on my neck from Fenvarn's teeth. The way my legs trembled even in the heat.
"Tired?" he repeated. A small laugh escaped him—short, rough. "You survived Pride and Gluttony's entire week didn't you?. And you're still standing here, pretty and wet, waiting for the next one."
He crouched at the edge. Elbows on his knees. Face closer now. Red hair falling forward. Eyes locked on mine.
"You think Wrath will be gentle?" he asked softly. "Think I'll go slow like he did?"
I swallowed. Couldn't answer.
His smile sharpened. "I won't. But I won't break you either. Not yet."
"Hmm… seems like we're having a nice sex while on the hot spring already," Dravic said, voice low and amused. He sounded almost relaxed, like this was just another evening for him.
He gave me that playful smile again — small, sharp at the edges, showing a hint of teeth. His red eyes stayed on me the whole time, watching how I stared.
Then he started undressing.
He reached behind his neck with both hands and slowly pulled the black shirt up. The wet fabric clung for a second before peeling away from his skin with a soft, sticky sound. Steam immediately wrapped around his bare torso, tiny droplets forming and sliding down.
His shoulders were broad and strong. His chest was thick, muscles rising slow with each breath he took. Golden skin stretched tight over hard pectorals that shifted when he rolled his shoulders once. Then the abs appeared — eight clear, deep lines carved down his stomach, tightening every time he exhaled. No flaws, no marks, just smooth, warm-looking skin that glowed faintly in the misty light. A thin dark trail of hair started low on his belly and went straight down, disappearing into the waistband of his black briefs.
He looked right at me while he did it. Letting me see everything.
He hooked his thumbs into the briefs next. Paused for a heartbeat — just long enough to make my pulse jump. Then he dragged them down slow.
The fabric stretched over his hips, then slid lower. His cock came free — thick, heavy, already hard and pointing up a little. The shaft was veined, the head flushed dark and shiny with a small bead of wetness at the tip. It looked intimidating. Big enough to make my stomach twist.
He stepped out of the briefs completely and kicked them aside.
Then he stepped into the water.
One slow step. Water parted around his calf. Another step — up his strong thigh. Another — water rose to his hips, then his waist, then his chest. Steam swirled thicker around him with every move, clinging to his red hair, making wet strands fall across his forehead.
He walked toward me without hurry. Each step sent gentle ripples across the surface. His eyes never left my face.
"W-wait," I said. My voice came out small and shaky. "Not here…"
He tilted his head just a little. "Hmm? Why not?"
"B-because… there are adventurers here. Someone might see us," I whispered, hugging my knees tighter. My heart was racing.
Dravic stopped when the water reached his mid-chest. Only a couple of feet away now. A low, rough chuckle came from his throat.
"Don't worry, Renji." His voice dropped softer, almost gentle. "I don't sense any living beings nearby. Not a single one. And I already cast a protective barrier. Monsters can't get close. No one can disturb us tonight. It's just you and me… enjoying this."
He came closer while he spoke. His eyes moved slow over my body — my bare shoulders above the water, the way my arms wrapped around my knees, the faint tremble in my legs.
"Your body is nice as ever, Renji," he said quietly. "Just looking at you like this… wet, trying to hide… makes me very hungry."
I couldn't talk. My throat felt locked. I was scared — really scared — for what would happen next.
Then his arms were around me.
He enveloped me completely. One thick forearm slid behind my back, pressing me gently against the smooth warm stone ledge. The other arm hooked under my thighs and lifted me up without effort. My legs opened on their own and wrapped around his waist. My back settled against the rock. His chest pressed flush to mine — hot, hard muscle against my skin.
His cock was trapped between our bodies now — thick, throbbing, pressing hot against my stomach.
"W-wait—"
He didn't stop.
He leaned in close. His breath brushed my cheek first — warm, steady. Then his tongue touched the side of my face. Slow, wet drag from my jaw all the way up to my ear. I shivered hard. Goosebumps spread down my arms and back. He licked again — even slower — tasting the steam and my skin.
Then he moved lower.
His tongue painted a long, hot line down the side of my neck. Stopped at the soft spot under my jaw. Sucked gently at first. Then harder. Teeth grazed the skin — light scrape. I gasped.
"Ah—"