I pushed open the heavy bathroom door, the smirk still playing on my lips.
Reginald stood calmly just outside, holding a fresh towel draped over his arm, expression perfectly neutral.
Inside the spacious marble bathing chamber, two maids waited side by side in their crisp black-and-white uniforms. One held a large bottle of scented shampoo, the other a thick bar of soap.
The moment they saw me—still completely naked, my cock heavy and glistening with precum—they bowed deeply, chests pressing against the tight fabric of their dresses.
"Young Master," they greeted in perfect, melodic unison.
I nodded once and stepped into the large marble bathing pool. The icy water instantly reached my waist, biting into my skin like a thousand frozen needles. I always bathed in freezing water. It sharpened my mind, forged my body, and built the unbreakable endurance I would need for the brutal training ahead.
One maid immediately lifted a heavy wooden bucket of ice-cold water and poured it over my head and shoulders in a shocking cascade. The second maid quickly joined her.
By the time they had emptied ten buckets onto me, both girls' hands were bright red and completely numb, fingers trembling violently from the intense cold. Their uniforms were soaked at the sleeves and chests, the thin fabric now clinging transparently to their curves.
I ruffled my wet hair, water streaming down my sculpted chest, and said casually, "I think I'll take five more buckets today."
The corners of both maids' mouths twitched in visible discomfort, their pale faces tightening.
I turned to face them fully, voice firm and unyielding.
"Starting tomorrow, increase it by five extra buckets every morning."
They nodded numbly, lips pressed into thin lines, bodies shivering from more than just the cold.
I slowly rose from the pool, icy water cascading down my naked body in glistening rivulets. Still dripping wet and chilled to the bone, I stepped out and walked straight toward the nearest maid, stopping only inches away.
She gulped nervously, eyes flickering briefly to my cock before snapping back to my face. I gently took her freezing, numb hand into both of mine, warming it with my body heat, and looked deep into her eyes with a soft, sincere expression.
"I'm sorry about this," I said gently. "It seems I'm hurting my own people…"
Her eyes widened in genuine surprise.
"N-No, Young Master!" she replied quickly, voice shaky from both cold and emotion. "We are the ones who should apologize. It's because we're too weak and incompetent that we can't even bathe you properly. We understand that you're only pushing yourself this hard for your training…"
I shook my head, still cradling her trembling hand between my warm palms.
"Even so… seeing you two hurt yourselves just for my sake makes my heart ache a little."
Both maids stared at me with glossy, tear-filled eyes, cheeks flushing deeper despite the cold.
"Young Master…" they whispered in perfect unison, voices trembling with raw emotion.
I smiled, then leaned in closer, lips brushing the first maid's ear.
"Let me warm you up."
What followed was raw, intense, and freezing. I pulled her into the pool with me, pressing her back against the marble edge as my rock-hard cock slid between her trembling thighs. She gasped at the contrast—ice-cold water and burning heat. I fucked her hard while the second maid watched with wide eyes, fingers unconsciously rubbing her own thighs together.
Then I switched, bending the second maid over the edge and pounding her from behind, her screams echoing off the marble walls as the icy water splashed around us.
By the time I was close, both maids were a shivering, moaning mess, clinging to me desperately. I buried myself to the hilt inside the first maid, her pussy clenching around me as I pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her womb.
That was exactly when the bathroom door creaked open.
Lady Isolde Ravencrest stepped inside and froze mid-step.
Her silver-grey eyes widened in utter shock, elegant composure shattering in an instant. Her breathing turned ragged as she unconsciously pressed her thick thighs together. The delicate rustle of her sheer black stockings cut through the steamy silence.
I smiled lazily from the center of the pool, still buried to the hilt inside the first maid, my cock twitching as I released her soaked hair. She slumped forward like a broken doll and toppled headfirst into the icy water with a splash.
The moment she fell, my heavy, cum-slick cock slipped free with a wet, obscene pop. Thick, heavy ropes of my load immediately began leaking from her gaping hole, clouding the crystal-clear water in creamy white swirls.
I glanced sideways. The second maid was slumped bonelessly against the wall, legs spread wide like a used whore. Thick globs of my cum were still pouring from her twitching pussy, dripping steadily onto the marble floor in sticky puddles.
Lady Isolde's gaze snapped back to mine.
A soft, broken gasp escaped her crimson lips.
"Elias von Arcturus…" she said, voice low and melancholic, "are you truly filling this emptiness inside you by having sex like this?"
My dark eyes flickered for the briefest second—a crack in the mask. Then it slid back into place. I shook my head slowly, letting the last drops of icy water cascade from my hair onto the floor.
I rose from the pool and walked straight toward her until we were almost chest to chest. My heavy, cum-slick cock pressed firmly against her silk-covered belly, smearing warm precum and the maids' juices across the expensive dark fabric in a blatant streak.
"Ah, don't worry, Grandmother," I said softly, voice dripping with calm confidence. "I'm perfectly fine."
I looked deep into her shocked silver eyes and added with a wicked little smile,
"Now… shall we begin your tea ceremony?"
While my grandmother stood frozen in place, silver eyes wide and lips parted, clearly at a loss for words, I simply walked past her and stepped out of the bathroom.
Reginald was waiting right outside, holding a large, soft towel. I took it from him without a word and began drying my still-dripping body.
A few moments later, Lady Isolde finally emerged, her elegant steps slightly unsteady.
Still casually toweling myself off, I spoke to my old butler in a soft voice.
"Reginald, give those two maids premium healing potions for their hands and add extra gold coins to their salary this month."
Hearing my instructions, Lady Isolde let out a quiet sigh of visible relief.
I ignored her reaction and opened my luxurious walk-in closet. The moment I saw the stiff, extravagant noble clothing hanging there, I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white.
In a low mutter meant only for Reginald, I asked, "This is not my preference at all… What happened to my cute skeleton knight t-shirt? And where are my casual night pants?"
The old butler cleared his throat awkwardly.
"The First Wife of the family believes such… cute clothing is no longer suitable for the fifth young master of House von Arcturus."
Hearing that, I muttered bitterly under my breath, "That bitch…"
The instant the words left my mouth, Lady Isolde Ravencrest cleared her throat politely.
The entire room suddenly grew thick with suffocating tension.
A few heavy seconds passed.
Then I flashed a bright, charming smile and turned toward her.
"Ah, my bad," I said smoothly, voice light and carefree. "My first stepmother's taste is truly excellent. I have no problem wearing this at all."
The heavy tension dissolved instantly.
I cheerfully picked up the luxurious clothes and began putting them on, humming a carefree tune as I dressed.