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.
The delayed gratification pitch was the way to go! With the Profound Blossom Technique, he'd have them squirting on the table in minutes.
After soaking for far longer than was strictly necessary, Roy finally accepted a painful truth. He had to leave the mixed bath.
"…This is a tragedy," he muttered.
He hauled himself out, the water cascading down his chiseled abs and over the massive twitching bulge tenting his towel.
Giggles rippled through the steam— the olive-skinned brunette and her pierced friend exchanging smirks, their eyes glued to his erection. "Look at that monster," the brunette whispered loud enough to carry, her hand trailing idly over her own exposed breast, pinching a nipple. "Bet it stretches a girl just right."
Another one glanced over, her heavy tits heaving as she laughed, the towel forgotten at her waist. "Bold one, strutting out like that. And he has a good build, to be honest, I'd ride it if he asked."
Roy shot them a cocky grin, not bothering to hide the way his shaft twitched at their stares. He hissed as if letting out some steam.
The goading words almost made him turn back. It was almost like the heavens were laughing at his newfound resolve.
As much as the naughty women eyed him, he leered right back, openly, but he didn't dare approach.
He didn't trust himself not to lose control. 'But, some of the bitches here are really unhinged.'
It was no surprise to Roy that it was these horny types who liked to hang around the mixed bath. Any woman with dignity would not allow herself to be seen naked by random men.
These mixed-bath sluts loved the show; loose cunts like theirs were made for staring and spreading, not that Roy minded the attention; in fact, he enjoyed it. How long had he imagined this exact scenario in his head!?
Sure, claiming virgins was fun, but all Roy wanted right now was a decent pussy!
'As long as she's hot and moans loud, I might just hit'.
That was what he told himself. In truth, though, if that was the case, he would have stayed longer and approached the women. His heart knew what it wanted; he wanted a woman he could have for himself.
No, not a woman, he wanted lots of women just for him. Not these bitches who looked and acted like they were for the streets.
His groin ached, but patience—fucking was coming soon.
With a dramatic sigh, Roy stepped out of the bath, ignoring the amused giggles and lingering glances that followed him. He wrapped his towel tighter to suppress his erection.
Back in the changing room, he dried off properly and slipped into the clean robes he'd been given. The fabric was soft, warm, and for the first time in days, he felt presentable.
When he returned to the waiting and lounging area, the atmosphere tensed at his arrival.
The woman behind the counter looked up from her ledger, and her quill froze mid-scratch. Her eyes widened, then darted away swiftly, her cheeks blooming in a deep shade of pink.
She realized grimly, 'So handsome!'
Without the grime and dirt masking his handsome features, Roy was bound to draw attention and hungry gazes from most women here.
His hair was still damp, and his skin was faintly luminous from the mana-rich springs. Even the other guests waiting nearby couldn't help sneaking looks and blush in delight.
A group of young girls at the back squealed like fangirls.
Fortunately, Roy's erection had subsided, so he wasn't about to embarrass himself. But who knows, maybe the women might be more impressed by his size than be offended.
He walked back toward the front counter and stopped in front of the dazed lady.
The receptionist cleared her throat, "Ah—welcome back," she said quickly, clearing her throat. "I forgot to introduce myself earlier. My name is Vivian. Can I get your name for the form?"
"Roy," he replied pleasantly.
She slid the form onto the table. "Do you have a last name?"
Roy hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't have one." Now that he had been disowned, rules dictated that he could not use the Taur name anymore.
Vivian paused, then nodded. "That's fine."
She didn't press. Plenty of people lacked surnames—orphans, the majority of commoners, and so on. Given his age and situation, she made her own assumptions.
"All right," she said, standing. "Madam Penelope will test you personally. Go through that door there."
She gestured toward the back.
"She is quite picky with her choices. So good luck," Vivian added with a smile.
"Thanks, Vivian," Roy said sincerely with a warm smile that made her pulse skyrocket.
As he walked away, Vivian found her gaze lingering longer than it should have. She quickly looked down her cheeks, warming.
'When did I start noticing things like this again?' she thought. Vivian exhaled sharply, slumping against the counter. 'But gods, what a man.'
Her first impression of him had already been overwritten by this new appearance.
She stared at the empty doorway, her gaze tracing the memory of his form—strong shoulders, the subtle flex of his ass under the robes. A flush crept down her neck, and heat pooled between her thighs.
'When did I turn into such a predator? Gawking at a young man like a starved whore. He could be your son damnit!'
It had been five years since her husband passed, leaving her a widow at thirty-two with a young daughter to raise.
She had to settle for playing with herself at night to satisfy her needs. She even kept quite a selection of toys stored away.
But it never satisfied her; she had always had quite a troublesome sex drive since her days as a young lady in her youth. It was not a rare sight to see her husband begging for mercy after being milked dry the whole night.
He couldn't keep up, and now that even he was gone? She hadn't allowed herself the liberty of another man. You could only imagine how depraved she was all these years.
But she always set her priorities straight. Her daughter needed a stable home, not some fleeting man to scratch the itch. So the fiery Vivian had tempered herself into a graceful, stoic mother.
Still, containing it grew harder and harder every day. Her heavy mounds were constantly itching for touch and had grown even more sensitive over the years; her insides ached for a thick shaft to stretch her and pound her mercilessly for hours on end.
She shook her head, annoyed at herself.
'Get a grip,' she scolded herself.
The sound of irritated coughing snapped her back to reality. The line of people waiting to be served had grown restless.
Vivian straightened, her professionalism snapping back into place.
"Next!" she called out with her voice steadier than she felt, burying the throb in her lower body. Work first; fantasies later, maybe with Roy's face in mind as she would pleasure herself to sleep tonight.
Behind the door, Roy paused, his fingers brushing the handle.
He inhaled once and then smiled.
"Let's see," he murmured, "what divine massage technique can do." He stepped inside.