Bound by the Household's Strange Rule

Inside a room bathed in sterile white light, the glossy walls shimmered under the fluorescence of a cold, white bulb. The space was vast, its luxurious aura whispering quiet elegance, like a sanctuary untouched by chaos.

"Hum...Humm..." A soft groan stirred the silence. Felix, waking from the depths of slumber, blinked rapidly as blurred visions danced before his eyes. The white ceiling stared back at him, unfamiliar, cold, and too perfect. His mind swam, struggling to rise from a foggy sea of unconsciousness.

Then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open, catching unfamiliar sights, smooth white ceilings, pristine walls reflecting pale light. "Where am I?" He muttered, his voice low, breaking the hush of the room.

Panic prickled at the edge of his thoughts. "Whaaaat?!" His voice erupted in shock, echoing across the expansive room. His hands shot up, rubbing his eyes with frantic circles, trying to force clarity into his foggy mind, willing his mind to grasp the fragmented memories swirling within.

The last thing he remembered before collapsing played like a broken film reel in his mind.

Determined, Felix swung his legs off the edge of the plush bed, his feet touching the cold, marble floor as he steady himself. His body felt lighter, though his mind was still a maze of questions. Unsteady but resolute, he strode to the door. The handle turned under his touch with a faint click.

The corridor beyond stretched endlessly, bathed in the same cold, white glow. Silent. Watching. His head swiveled from side to side as he walked, feet whispering against the polished floor.

Then, a room revealed itself. A large sitting area unfolded before him. The cushions were arranged with clinical perfection, their deep tones contrasting against a dark grey marble center table, a striking centerpiece. A massive plasma screen hung against the wall, its black surface like an abyss reflecting nothingness.

As Felix stepped further in, weaving between the cushions, voices broke the silence. Muffled. Indistinct. They filtered from behind a door, low and unclear. Curiosity gnawed at him. He approached, knocking gently at first. No response. The air seemed to thicken with mystery.

With hesitation curling his fingers, Felix gripped the handle, pushing the door open, slowly. Cautiously. And what lay beyond, struck him like a thunderclap.

A vision too potent to bear.A massive bathroom, large enough to carve into three separate rooms. The floor glistened with red tiles etched with delicate floral patterns, as though roses had been frozen mid-bloom beneath glass, blooming beneath his feet.

At its center, a sprawling bath pool, crimson water glistening as fragrant steam rose in lazy swirls. Rose petals floated delicately on the surface, like scarlet whispers upon a ruby sea. And within that pool, the entire Rose Household, including Rose herself.

Their pale upper bodies, bare and glistening with droplets, reclined against the pool's edge. Arms stretched lazily upon the tiled floor, their skin shining under the bath's misty warmth.

Felix's breath caught, His gaze froze, eyes locked onto the sight, wide and disbelieving.

And then, Lusi appeared, naked, unashamed and radiant. She walked casually across his field of vision, her bare form glistened under the soft lights, her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall

She paused, turning, her boobs, soft and full swayed freely with her movements, its pink nipples rising softly as the warmth of the bath clung to her skin. "What are you doing standing there?" Her voice broke the thick silence, innocent, curious, teasing.

Felix was unraveling, his gaze fell before he could stop himself. "Haaa... Haaa... Haaa..." His breath came in ragged gasps, his face boiling crimson. Smoke seemed to rise from his head, his mind on the verge of explosion.

His eyes, despite his will, drifted downward, catching a faint glimpse of something pink and delicate, like a forbidden dimension whispered by desire.

His heart thundered, his mind screamed, his body, betrayed him. "I...I don't mean to look!" Felix roared, his hands flying to cover his face as steam practically erupted from his ears.

His voice carried through the room, drawing attention from the bath pool. Lusi tilted her head, regarding him with mock confusion. "What are you saying? I mean, when are you coming in?"

A thick, heavy silence, broken only the gentle ripple of the crimson bathwater remained, echoing softly in the vast room. "Haaaayyyyy!" Felix screamed again, his voice cracking under the weight of his embarrassment and mind fracturing under the sheer absurdity.

Lusi sighed dramatically. "You're such a pain." Without hesitation, she reached out, her slender fingers gripping his shirt. With a single tug, she dragged him inside, the door clicking shut behind them.

A few minutes later, Felix stood a few inches from the bath pool, clad only in his boxer shorts. His pale skin shimmered under the soft glow of the bath's mist, highlighting the chiseled ridges of his abdomen—a body sculpted like a marble statue in a gallery of gods.

Yet despite his striking figure, his face remained painted in crimson, the flush of embarrassment refusing to fade. His dizzy gaze shifted helplessly from one set of pale, glistening curves to another, each glance making his mind spin faster.

"It's against the rules of the household to wear anything during pool baths."

Lusi's voice slithered from behind him, silky and teasing. Before Felix could react, her hand stretched from his rear, gripping the waistband of his boxer 'Rip!'

The sound tore through the steamy air. Felix's eyes widened in horror. Out of sheer reflex, he crossed his legs and cupped his hands over his most guarded treasure, his legendary joystick, now without its final layer of defense.

"W-Wait...!" His stammer was short-lived.Lusi's hand returned, this time pushing him with surprising strength.

Felix tumbled forward, somersaulting with blur of panic, and crashed into the crimson-tinted pool with a resounding splash.

The warm water embraced him, but shyness became his greatest foe. In his attempt to stand, his trembling legs betrayed him. His balance faltered, sending him tipping forward.

And then, his face sank into softness, two warm, succulent spheres that swallowed his senses. The scent of rose petals and faint perfume clouded his mind.

" Soft... too soft..." Raising his head slowly, hesitantly, Felix's gaze landed upon pink nipples, glistening from the bathwater. His wide eyes trailed upward until they locked with Lyra's amused smile.

"Wha..." Felix froze. Her expression was not of shock, but playful invitation, a look far from what he expected.

Before he could utter a word, Lyra's arms snaked around his head, pulling him firmly against her boobs once more. "H-Huh?!" Blood trickled from Felix's nose, a crimson stream betraying his attempts to remain composed. His mind screamed in chaos, but his body remained trapped in a prison of softness.

"Lyra, stop it." Rose's cold voice cut through the playful atmosphere like a blade. The warmth in Lyra's smile faded, replaced by a pout of disappointment. "Humph. Big sister..."

Reluctantly, she freed Felix, her arms sliding away, finally able to breathe, his head spinning, his nose still faintly dripping.

Rose spoke again. Her voice remained icy and composed, her crimson pupils unwavering as they locked onto Felix. "You."

Felix turned slowly, hesitantly, towards the source of the commanding voice, still trying to regain his composure.

There stood Rose, her pale figure resting gracefully at the pool's edge, her crimson pupils gleaming with cold authority.

"You might find this strange," she began, her gaze piercing as though reading his very thoughts,

"but this is how our family household operates." Her voice was steady, chilling yet graceful, like a winter breeze brushing across bare skin.

"There is only one bathroom in this building," Lusi chimed in, stepping into the pool with the elegance of a dancer, added with a wink. "And following the rules means we always bathe together." The water rippled as she settled in, rose petals swirling around her like a fragrant halo. Felix, his body still buzzing with embarrassment, swallowed hard.

"I get that you're the only male among us," Rose continued, "but it's only a matter of time before you grow used to it. This will happen occasionally in the future. So, brace yourself..."

Her voice dipped, becoming softer, a whisper of steel wrapped in silk, "...and raise your head."

Felix exhaled, gathering the fragments of his shattered composure. Slowly, he lifted his chin. His eyes drifted through the crimson water, up to Rose's position. But before meeting her cold gaze, his sight faltered, lingering briefly, unintentionally, on her pale, elegant boobs before finally settling on her icy crimson pupils.

For a moment, the air seemed to still, a silent tension blooming like dawn's first light. " Yes, ma'am." He replied, voice steady though his heart raced.

And at that moment, Rose's cold expression cracked. A smile, faint but undeniable, bloomed across her lips, softening her icy features. The air seemed to lighten a bit