Secrets and Sensations Beneath the Crimson Waters

Felix furrowed his brows, his mind swirling with questions like a storm brewing on the horizon. "Then how is it possible for you all to attend school during the day?"

His voice carried the weight of genuine curiosity rolled off his tongue like a thread of logic trying to stitch together the impossible.

Rose, ever poised, didn't hesitate, following his gaze, then lifted her slender hand, pointing towards the other girls. "That's possible because of that."

She extended her slender finger, pointing toward the ceramic table in the corner of the bath room.

Felix followed her gaze, his eyes landing on the array of lotion bottles neatly arranged—each of them a different hue, each labeled with an exotic fragrance.

Across from the table, the other ladies were drying and moisturizing their skin, their fingers gliding over their pale, porcelain bodies, lathering themselves with the cream.

Her voice was smooth, unwavering. "The creams contain melanin. It shields us from the sun's radiation, allowing us to exist in daylight without turning to ash."

Felix's eyes widened slightly, understanding dawning on him. "But its effectiveness depends on the strength of daylight. The heavier the sun, the shorter its duration."

Felix absorbed her words her leaned back against the edge of the pool, the water rippling gently around her pale shoulders. "And, of course, vampires have more weaknesses beyond just sunlight, ones you will gradually come to learn."

She was about to continue when. "Why… does this suddenly feel hard?" Lusi's voice cut through the conversation, soft but laced with something… peculiar.

Felix turned his head, only to see her cheeks tinged with an unfamiliar shade of crimson.

Her right hand was submerged in the water, her fingers lightly grasping… something. Something that sent a jolt of heat up Felix's spine.

His entire body stiffened, realization slamming into him like a tidal wave. Lusi had unknowingly wrapped her fingers around his…

Felix's breath hitched. Her hand. A foreign sensation, a firm yet undeniably intimate pressure, wrapped around his lower half. His entire body tensed, every nerve on high alert. She was gripping it. And worse, she was squeezing.

His entire soul nearly left his body. "Lusi...!" His eyes flared, a deep crimson glow seeping into his irises. But she didn't let go. Instead, her fingers twisted, tightened around his growing arousal as it testing, pressing, explore, kneading it absentmindedly, her movements filled with curious fascination rather than restraint.

"Haa…"A soft sound, half gasp, half sigh, escaped her lips, as if she had discovered something profoundly fascinating, though whether it was from realization or something else, Felix's breath hitched, his jaw tightening as heat exploded through his veins like wildfire.

"This is bad." His instincts kicked in. With a swift, panicked motion, he pushed her hand away, the water splashing violently between them.

Lusi blinked, stunned, before realization struck her. Her ruby-red eyes trembled, flickering between emotions she herself couldn't quite place.

Her expression flickered from curiosity… to something unexplainable. Her chest rose and fell, her body language conflicted. "H-Hum…"

She quickly turned her back to him, pressing a hand against her flushed face, clearly trying to steady herself.

Felix, on the other hand, was battling a war within himself. What the hell just happened? And why… did it feel so damn dangerous?

Lusi took a deep breath, gathering herself. Then, with an air of forced composure, she took a step forward the water rippling softly around her thighs, her posture tense yet poised. "You… can continue your bath," she murmured, her voice softer now, distant, as if trying to mask her own bewilderment.

Her right hand instinctively pressed between her breasts, as if trying to contain the erratic rhythm of her heart.

Without another glance, she climbed out of the pool, her wet figure glistening under the soft glow of the room, and made her way towards the ceramic table where the creams were arranged.

Felix watched her go, heart still hammering against his ribs. A part of him regretted pushing her away so soon. Another part of him knew that if he hadn't… He wouldn't have been able to stop himself.

He sighed, shaking the thought away, only to have his attention snapped back by Rose's voice. "Felix."

A simple call, yet laced with authority, demanding his full focus. He swallowed, shaking the lingering thoughts from his mind, inhaling deeply as he turned toward her, bracing himself for what came next.

"Don't feel pressured; she'll regain her composure soon." Rose's voice, calm yet unwavering, pulled Felix from his inner turmoil. Her words carried a certain weight, as though they weren't just meant to comfort but to reaffirm an unspoken truth.

Felix exhaled, letting the tension in his shoulders ease. "As I was saying, even though you are now one of us, your transformation is… different."

Her crimson gaze locked onto his, piercing yet unreadable, like a scholar observing a phenomenon never before recorded. "We've never seen a transformation like yours before. You are the first."

Felix felt his pulse quicken. The first?

"Because of that, we'll need to keep you under observation," she continued, her voice smooth, composed. "To monitor any changes that might surface."

A slight pause, then, "Especially since you seem to be more of a strength-type."

Felix barely had time to process her words before she moved. With fluid grace, Rose rose from the water, lifting herself effortlessly from the pool's edge.

Droplets cascaded down her porcelain skin, glistening like morning dew. Her figure, full, yet flawlessly sculpted, adiated an effortless allure.

Her E-cup breasts, perfectly rounded, swayed subtly with her movements, their curves fuller at the base, sloping gently to the top. But it wasn't just her chest that captured Felix's unwilling attention.

As she turned, lifting her right leg to step out, her movements revealed just the faintest glimpse of a forbidden paradise. A teasing sliver of pink, veiled by the curve of her luscious thighs.

Felix's breath hitched. His gaze drifted lower, tracing the elegant arc of her hips, which led to a pair of succulent, round buttocks, smooth and unblemished, gleaming beneath the bath's dim glow.

Like still water under the moonlight.

The sight was enough to make his head spin, but Rose's voice, commanding as always, snapped him from his daze. "I will arrange with Fiona to oversee your body conditioning." Felix blinked, quickly lifting his gaze to her eyes, as though trying to prove he had been paying attention.

"As the chairman of the school's sports council, she'll ensure your physical development matches your newfound abilities."

She stepped out fully, striding toward the others with an air of regal indifference, as though she were completely unaware of the havoc she had just wreaked on Felix's already overwhelmed senses.

"That will be all for now. You may return to your room." For a moment, Felix stood frozen. The faint murmur of the other ladies rippled in the background, blending with the gentle lapping of the water.

What just happened? He barely registered Rose's last words, his mind still battling between the gravity of his transformation and the intoxicating presence of these supernatural women.

Eventually, he shook off the daze and turned to leave. As he stepped out of the pool, he stretched his arms, flexing his muscles as though trying to ground himself back in reality.

His gaze lingered momentarily on the group of women, his thoughts still tangled in the lingering warmth of the bath.

Reaching for his clothes, he pulled on his shorts, letting his top rest lazily over his right shoulder. But as he approached the door, his instincts betrayed him.

He glanced back. His eyes swept across the room, only to find a single pair of eyes already locked onto him.

Lyra. She was watching him with a playful glint, her lips curving into a sly, knowing smile. Then, with an almost flirtatious slowness, he winked.

A single, deliberate gesture. Felix's heart lurched. His cheeks flared red, and before he could make a bigger fool of himself, he spun on his heels and bolted out of the room.

The door clicked shut behind him. What the hell is wrong with these women?

His thoughts swirled as he strode back to his room, still feeling the phantom weight of Lusi's touch, the heat of Rose's gaze, and the teasing allure of Lyra's smile.

Finally reaching his bed, he collapsed onto his back. His heart pounded, his breath uneven.