CHAPTER 773: *HARRASMENT DISGUISED AS BATH?* (3)

A foot fetish?

Wenxi shivered, the tips of her ears turning pink. Her lashes fluttered as she peeked down at him, shy but curious, wondering why his gaze had stayed so long.

"Umm... is something wrong with my feet?" she asked hesitantly, voice small. Her toes curled under the water as if trying to hide themselves.

"..."

Wang Xiao blinked twice, dragging his eyes upward before finally letting go of her ankle. Her foot slipped back beneath the surface, ripples spreading across the steaming tub.

"Wrong..." he said at last, his tone flat. His gaze locked on her face, serious. "A lot of things are wrong."

The sudden seriousness of his voice made Wenxi’s stomach twist. Her eyes widened, confusion and worry chasing away her earlier shyness.

She leaned forward quickly, hands grabbing his shoulders, water dripping from her arms onto his chest.

Her wet hair brushed against his shoulder as she shook him lightly. "Don’t just freeze like that! What’s wrong? Tell me! Don’t worry me like this..."

"..."

Wang Xiao stared at her worried face, so close the trembling of her lips seemed louder than her words. She looked beautiful like this, moist lips, lashes damp, voice soft with worry.

Splash!

"Ahhh!"

She screamed as heat wrapped around her, water surging against her skin. Her eyes flew open to find herself locked in his arms, his legs stretched out in the cold tub, her small body pinned against his chest.

Her heart skipped painfully before settling into a frantic rhythm. She let out a shaky sigh. "...Bad daddy... don’t scare me like that..."

Her arms slipped hesitantly around his neck, clinging despite her mutter.

He pressed his face into her nape, breathing in her scent. Her wet hair stuck to his cheeks, strands sticking, soothing, faintly sweet. His hands slid down her back, squeezing her supple buttocks through the soaked cotton. Weak, yes, but soft. The kind of body he liked to toy with.

Her own body heated, pressing unconsciously closer. His touch made her breathing turn ragged, each exhale heavier than the last. She raised her head, pupils dilating as her gaze locked on him up close..

Unconsciously, she leaned in, until her cold, trembling lips pressed against his.

The kiss wasn’t neat. Her lips, small and chilled from the water, crashed clumsily against his. That was the breaking point. Wang Xiao, usually patient, didn’t bother holding back.

His clothes vanished into thin air, gone without a trace, as if no barrier in the world was allowed to remain between them.

Outside, the trees froze mid-rustle. A bird caught in the air motionless. Even the waves in the pool outside stilled, the women mid-step as if carved in glass.

Time itself bowed to his will.

Better frozen than allowed to interrupt him.

He crushed his mouth against hers, sucking hungrily. Rain trickled down from above, pooling on her lips, and he drank it along with her taste.

At first, he only sucked and played with her lips, biting lightly, tugging until she whimpered. But soon his hand tangled in her wet hair, the other sliding behind her neck to hold her still as his tongue forced into her sweet mouth.

"Mm!" Wenxi gasped, muffled, her nails scratching at his shoulders. Her mouth grew hot under his assault, her tongue pressed down, tangled, sucked until she felt suffocated.

He kissed deeper, wetter, his breath mixing with hers, saliva spilling across her chin. Her lips turned swollen red within minutes, her body trembling in his lap, both of them drenched in water and want.

"Mmm... don’t lick..." Wenxi muttered, squirming in his lap, half shy, half annoyed.

But Wang Xiao didn’t care. Not satisfied with her lips, he dragged his mouth across her cheek, kissing, sucking, licking as if he could devour her whole face.

"Dad! You’re... ahhh... stop..." she whimpered, but her protest broke into a shaky sigh. Her skin was damp, warm from the steam, and every stroke of his tongue made her shiver.

Sweet. Soft, and addictive... Or maybe it was just his obsession.

Giving up, she pouted in his arms, pressing her lips together tightly as if sulking. She was used to it. Sometimes he just liked licking and biting their faces until he was satisfied, and there was nothing she could do but endure.

Her lashes fluttered, her thoughts spiraling as his tongue traced down her jaw. Suddenly, her voice came out small, trembling.

"Mm... Dad... would you ever leave us again? For long?"

He stopped. For the first time, his mouth stilled against her skin. His eyes met hers in surprise.

"...Who said that?" he asked casually.

She shook her head quickly, hair dripping against his chest. "No one. I just... thought."

"Don’t think too much." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, then immediately bit down on her cheek, hard enough to make her gasp. His mouth moved lower, along her throat, sucking at the delicate skin.

"Mmm..." Wenxi’s head tilted back, her pale neck arching for him almost instinctively. She snuggled closer, trembling, her voice breaking between sighs. "... I don’t want to think. But I don’t know how I’d live if you just... disappeared. Even months feel too long... years would kill me..."

"How does Aunt Eleanor do it? And the others? Hasn’t it already been... years for them, since we left?"

He sucked at her neck, leaving a faint mark, before muttering lazily against her skin. "Should be. We’ve been out almost a year... so for them... maybe five."

Wenxi’s eyes went wide, chest pressing harder against him as her whole body stiffened. "...Five years? Isn’t that too much?"

Wang Xiao narrowed his eyes, gaze sliding to her. "Is it?"

"Yes! Of course it is!" She sat up straighter in his lap, water running down her pale shoulders as she frowned. "What about Lanlan? Unlike her fat sister, she can’t come out at all! Isn’t she just trapped there?"

"..."

Wang Xiao’s lips twitched. Then he burst into smile. "Fat sister? You mean Yanyan? Aren’t Yanyan and Lanlan the same damn size? And why are you even worried about them? Weren’t you all at each other’s throats like rival factions? You and Yue versus Yanyan and Lanlan. Couldn’t go a day without fighting."

He smirked, remembering the mess. Yet as he studied Wenxi now, he thought she was about to sulk. Instead...

Her lips curved into a grin stretching ear to ear.

"Dad..." she whispered, raising her head with sudden seriousness.

"Hm?" He tilted his head, confused by the shift.

Her eyes gleamed. "See? Lanlan doesn’t even like you, she didn’t bother to visit at all! I told you, we should just kick them out of the house!"

"..."

His eyes almost twitched out of his skull. "...You little...!"

His hand slid down without hesitation, seizing her breast and giving it a sharp pinch.

"Ahhh!" Wenxi yelped, body jerking in his lap, water splashing. Her small hands shot to her chest, trying to shield herself, cheeks burning scarlet. "What did I say wrong?!"

"You dare call Yanyan fat in front of me, then try to start a mutiny at home?" His scolded.

Her lips quivered as she glared, half shy, "But I wasn’t lying! She’s rounder! And Yanyan’s the worst, always acting like-ahhh! Not there, don’t pinch!"

Her protest broke into a sharp moan when his thumb rolled her stiff nipple, and before she could breathe, his mouth closed over it.

"Daddy...ahh!"

She gasped, but he gave her no time. His teeth tugged the tiny peak, tongue circling, sucking hard enough to make her arch in his lap.

"Mmmphh!" Her lips shut tight, muffling her cries. His hands cupped her soft breasts firmly, squeezing as his mouth latched greedily to the small pink cherry.

"Daddyy~... stop... nghh... don’t suck like that~" she whimpered, face burning. Then, in her panic, the words slipped out without thought. "I-I can’t produce milk... I’m not a cow~"

The moment she said it, she froze, her whole body stiffening in shame. Her face went crimson, hiding behind her hands. Why did I say that?!

Wang Xiao stilled too, his mouth pulling away slightly. His eyes shone with sudden inspiration.

"...Is that so?" he muttered, lips curling.

Her eyes widened behind her fingers. "Don’t even! Don’t you think—!"

But he didn’t just think about it. He wanted it. Dreamed it. Wasn’t this day inevitable?

If his little girl couldn’t even feed him, what kind of filial piety was she?

Her breasts suddenly ached strangely, swollen, heat pressing behind her stiff peaks as if something inside demanded release.

A minute later, Wenxi’s breath ragged, her lashes fluttering. She looked down with glassy eyes, teeth sinking into her lower lip.

"Mmnn... Dad..."

Her chest tingled with a strange heaviness, nipples swollen, sensitive beyond reason. And then it happened, a messy drop, then another.

Milky beads dripped from her abused reddish peaks, running down the pale white skin of her breast before mixing into the cold water below.

She whimpered, covering her face, her ears glowing scarlet. "This is... this is your fault..."

Her breasts ached, trails of milk painting her skin, each drop more tempting than the last.

She grabbed his head, half in restraint, half in surrender, her voice breaking into a helpless sigh. "Ahhh... stop, you’re making them heavier..."

But Wang Xiao only sucked harder, drinking greedily, savoring each messy drop as if this had always been his right.