Roy's blood ignited, a roar echoed in his ears as his cock surged to full mast in an instant, straining the towel like a beast in chains.
'Fuck me!'
A cluster of women near the main pool caught his eye first: one with raven hair plastered to her back, and a towel knotted at her waist, leaving her heavy tits fully exposed as she bent to test the water, her pink nipples stiff from the steam.
"This heat is divine," she purred to her friend, a curvy redhead whose towel had fallen to her elbows, freeing her freckled breasts to jiggle as she laughed. "Looser than last time—feels like it's melting right into my bones."
What had happened to shame and decency!
The redhead splashed her playfully, the water arcing to trace rivulets down her bare chest, over the valley between her mounds. "Then drop the pretense, Liza. No one's judging here."
She tugged her own towel free, letting it pool at her feet, her shaved pussy lips visible for all to see as she waded in gingerly, her beautiful ass cheeks flexing from her movement.
And of course, there were plenty of guys with the same bright idea as Roy.
Most were trying to act like their eyes were not about to pop out of their eye sockets, but of course, there were also a few shameless individuals who did not bother to hide their lecherous stares.
Nearby, a pair of petite sisters lounged topless, their towels draped like sashes over their hips, and their small, firm tits perked up as they whispered to themselves, oblivious to how their legs parted just enough to flash inner thighs.
"Look at that," murmured a voice to Roy's left—a sultry brunette with olive skin and sinful hips, with her towel barely clinging to her massive rack, the undersides of her breasts spilled out as she leaned against a rock.
Her bold eyes flicked to him. "Hoho, a new entree. That towel's hiding something fun." Her companion, a petite blonde with piercings glinting through her exposed nipples (towel discarded in the water), smirked and stretched, arching her back to thrust her chest forward.
"Mmm. Those hands look strong—imagine them digging into my ass."
'Wait, what? Did I hear that right!?'
They shared a conspiratorial giggle, and their eyes lingered on the bulge at Roy's crotch, the steam doing nothing to hide his raging hard-on.
Roy cleared his throat and acted like he couldn't hear them. If they could make comments like that, maybe they were easy after all!
'It seems that fate has not forgotten me after all. It may not be so difficult to lose my V-card in this world.'
He suppressed a wild grin as he stepped into the shallow end, the hot water lapping at his ankles, and he forced a casual nod to the whispering pair, settling onto a ledge to let the mana seep into his pores.
Roy sank deeper into the steaming pool, the mana-infused water soaking into his muscles, making his skin tingle with fresh vitality.
To his surprise, he actually felt something in his plenum stir, and a trickle of vitality graced his body.
Roy smiled, 'My mana core is actually improving from a simple short dip!'
It wasn't by much, but he could feel that if he stayed here for long, he might be able to break into the middle stage of the bronze rank.
Right now, if Roy focused internally, he would be able to see a dirty brown sphere in his consciousness slowly purifying itself under the pressure of the surging mana.
The higher advanced up the rank, refining your body and core with pure mana, the mana core in one's plenum would also change color.
From an initial black, to a brown, to red, to silver, gold, white, then blue. While the ranks below white were quite simple to understand, white and blue corresponded to the Saint and Transcendant mage ranks, and only the greatest mages of their generation could ever hope to reach such heights.
It was no surprise that only clan leaders and royal mages usually reached these ranks; after all, the resources needed to advance past the gold ranks were astronomical.
The higher ranks were exponentially higher to achieve, and also exponentially more powerful.
It might have been better for Roy to actually focus on his core and try to get the best of what little time he had in this hot spring, but damn, it was hard to tear his eyes away from the bountiful naked ladies.
All around him, those gorgeous women lounged and splashed, their towels frequently slipping to show a view of bare, slick tits and the curves of asses dipping below the surface of the water.
Despite his vision being partially obscured by the rising steam, he got to see plenty.
One blonde with pierced nipples caught his eye again, her legs spread wide as she floated, allowing him to see a glimpse of her pink pussy lips peeking through the water.
The minutes trickled by as Roy's raging boner only got more painful. He almost felt the urge to relieve himself right there in the water. What a scandal that would be.
Eventually, Roy found himself sighing in regret.
Sure, it was nice—very nice—to soak in warm mana-rich water while surrounded by relaxed, half-naked beauties. But staring was all he could do here. That was it.
'I'm very short-sighted.' He was taking a free soak that he got with nothing but thanks to a kind soul's charity.
He had nothing to call his own on his person. What kind of woman would want a man like him?
Sure, maybe he might get a quickie if he actually threw caution to the side and took a chance.
And then what? Surely he wasn't about to disappoint the beautiful lady who was still waiting for him to report back to her.
Roy sighed again, 'I really need to lock in.' It was like he was already forgetting all those nights of suffering from the past two weeks.
And for what?
For subtle, barely visible glimpses of tits and pussy!?
If he became a masseuse, though?
Roy's lips curled into a slow grin.
'Leering is fun,' he thought, 'but that's kid shit. Get the job, and I'll be kneading those thighs, sliding my fingers into those wet pussies, and making them beg for my dick in no time.'