Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 130: Would you like dinner? A bath? Or… Us?

They just sat there, completely relaxed.

Watching him.

Owning the room without doing anything at all.

And Ethan?

He could barely move.

His throat was dry. His pulse had picked up. And despite everything he’d seen and done that day, this moment made it all feel distant.

Because right now, nothing else mattered.

Just the slow burn building behind his eyes.

And the quiet hum in his chest.

Lilith stood first, letting her crossed leg uncurl in one slow, smooth movement. Her chest shifted as she moved, the soft swell of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric as she stepped toward him.

Her hips swayed with each step, graceful, controlled, like she was gliding instead of walking.

She stopped just in front of him.

Close enough that he could feel the warmth from her skin.

Close enough to smell the faint scent of lavender clinging to her hair.

She leaned in, slow and deliberate.

Her lips brushed beside his ear, and her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Welcome back, dear," she said softly. "Would you like dinner? A bath? Or..."

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

A warm breath touched his other ear. Soft. Deliberate.

Seraphina had moved without sound.

Her voice finished the sentence.

"...Us."

Ethan didn’t answer right away.

He didn’t need to.

Instead, he slowly raised his hands and loosened their grip on his arms.

Not to pull away—but to guide.

He wrapped one arm around Lilith’s smooth and slim waist. The other slipped behind Seraphina, resting on her round and juicy ass.

Both women pressed in closer, their bodies flush against his. Neither resisted. Neither pulled away.

They followed his lead as he turned.

He removed his shoes and used his toes to take off his socks, then he slowly walked inside the room.

His bare feet touched the cool floor as he moved them toward the far side of the room—past the bed, past the window, toward the door on the right.

The bathroom.

He pushed it open.

Inside, the air was warm and slightly misty. Scented candles flickered from high shelves, casting gentle light across the stone tiles.

The whole place looked more like a private spa than a normal bathroom.

And right beside the large soaking tub?

A plush, clean, and carefully spread-out bath mat had been placed. Around it, he spotted bottles of oil and lotion lined up neatly on a small tray.

Soft towels were folded beside them. Two small stools. A sponge.

And off to the side, an open wooden box with more supplies—some new, some familiar.

Ethan blinked once.

Then he smiled.

He knew what this was.

This wasn’t just a setup for a bath. This was a scene—something out of a dream, or more accurately, a fantasy he’d imagined more than once.

The kind of experience someone might get in a high-end soapland, but done their way. Their style. Their message.

Lilith and Seraphina hadn’t just asked that question to tease him.

They had meant it.

Each for her own reason.

And now, standing here in front of all this, he finally understood.

They had planned this.

Prepared it.

For him.

He let out a breath—slow and deep—as the last of his hesitation melted away.

Lilith’s hand slid up under his shirt first.

Seraphina reached for his waistband.

Together, they undressed him with slow care. No rush. No fumbling. Just steady movements, as if every motion had been decided beforehand.

The shirt came off first.

Then the pants.

And finally, the rest.

By the time they were done, Ethan stood fully bare under the warm bathroom lights.

Neither of them looked away.

Lilith stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his back, pressing her soft body against his chest. Her G-cups flattened lightly between them, skin warm and smooth.

Seraphina hugged him from behind, her arms sliding across his waist. Her own full chest pressed into his back, soft and firm at the same time.

Their bodies formed a perfect frame around his.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

They stayed like that for a moment, just holding him, letting their warmth wrap around him like a blanket.

Then Lilith whispered, "Lie down."

She gently pulled back and led him toward the mat.

Ethan followed without question, lowering himself onto the soft surface. The fabric was thick, almost like a cushion, and the warmth from the nearby candles made it even more inviting.

He leaned back, arms relaxed at his sides.

Lilith and Seraphina knelt down beside him, one on each side.

Their eyes met for a second.

Then they turned back to him.

Lilith reached for one of the bottles. She poured a generous amount of lotion onto her palms. The scent was soft—vanilla and almond, with a hint of something floral.

Seraphina did the same with a second bottle—her lotion was thicker, more like a rich oil, warming slightly in her hands.

They began by rubbing it into their palms.

Then their fingers.

Then their arms.

And then...

Their chests.

Lilith spread the lotion across the upper curve of her breasts, slowly massaging it in with small circles. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Her hands glided over her skin, making it shine slightly in the candlelight. She didn’t rush. She made sure to cover every inch—top, sides, even down between.

Seraphina followed suit, using both hands to coat the tops and sides of her breasts in a slow, even rhythm.

She pushed the oil deeper into her skin, rubbing it until her skin looked smooth and glossy.

Then they started to move lower.

Down to their stomachs.

Their hips.

Their thighs.

They didn’t just apply the lotion.

They basically covered themselves with it.

Letting it sink into every curve, every dip, and slope of their bodies.

Lilith flipped one palm over and began smoothing the slick shine along her sides, letting it trail all the way down to her butt.

Her cheeks glistened faintly as she rubbed the lotion in, firm but slow, like she wanted to feel every inch of herself through her own hands.

Seraphina mirrored her, massaging her own ass with care, her expression calm and focused. The oil made her skin glow, giving her whole body a soft gleam.

Ethan watched, speechless.

They weren’t showing off for fun.

They were preparing.

Not for themselves.

For him.