By the time I reached the open-air bath's dressing hut, I noticed some splashing sounds. It looks like I won't be alone…wink, wink. Just thinking about her seductive body, made me harder than a rock. I swiftly got undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist, but it did nothing to stop my raging erection from poking through, leaving a long bulge.
"No matter, not many people use the open-air…"
I said to myself, as I walked towards the bath only to stop mid-sentence. The sight left me dumbstruck,
"Well… this is awkward…"
"Oh dear, Yuriy don't mind your dad and I, we were just about to leave…giggle!"
Mom said, while not even given a flying fuck whether I saw her or not riding dad like a wild bucking bronco getting tamed by a cowgirl… I mean… even though they are my parents in this world to be honest, they are more like strangers to me.
Therefore, I don't feel revolted or disgusted by them fucking. I do however, feel somewhat pissed they were fucking in my bath though. Only I'm allowed to fuck in my bath…(cough)… I mean… there are better places to have sex than in my open-air bath.
Whelp, I went limper than a cooked noodle. Don't get me wrong, if I was not her child but someone else, I too would fuck the shit out of this tig bittie woman I call mom… But incest ain't my thing, so I will have to pass on that. Turning back into the dressing hut, I swiftly put my close back on and head to the grand bath in the house.
It's not like I don't like the bath inside the house, it's just way too bourgeois for my taste. The whole bath was made with the most pristine and unblemished marble tiling and bricks. Even the fountains were either made of marble or pure gold or obsidian with gold trimmings.
Just look at it… The cupid and cherubim fountains with water flowing from their d***s like they were taking a piss. Or the water flowed from their bow and arrows. The topless maiden fountains with water pouring out of vases as they stood elegantly.
You also can't forget the lionhead fountains with the water flowing from their mouths. Yea, cause a simple ass bath with an ordinary faucet and simple water fountains to fill the giant bath was too peasantry for their taste.
Anyway, I got undressed... again and headed into the bath. Of course, since the bath is the main bath, theirs is no way in hell I will be alone. Just as I stepped into the bath hall both my sisters and Ivy were playing in the water on the far-left side.
Usually, the sight of children playing warms my old heart, but not the sight of naked little kids playing in a bath. That just reminds me of my bad ass kids from Earth, especially my son. The little shit would run in the buff and make me chase him around the house every time it was bath time, just like his older sister. Only she was easy to catch since she didn't like walking on the carpet barefoot, weird child.
It was just then; I didn't even notice the river of tears pouring out from my eyes. The memory of my children whom I will never get to see again… sigh. It was an undertaking for me to get washed, but I somehow managed to clean the grime and dirt off after 30 minutes.
Afterwards, I just blankly sat in the bath without a single thought passing through my head for fear of remembering my 1st life and all I had lost. By the time I came to, I didn't even notice Ivy was sitting in my lap and nestling in my chest. Even Katya and Saphire were sitting by my side.
"Yuyu, don't feel sad. Mommy and daddy said Geoffrey is coming home soon and Evelyn is coming to visit. We'll be a family again!"
Saphire said in an attempt to cheer me up. She must have thought I felt sad cause our older siblings are either no longer our family and/or off doing their own thing. Katya on the other hand remained silent, but I could tell she was concerned about little ol' me. Rubbing my little sister's head, I replied with the biggest grin possible,
"Thanks, princess! I feel better already!"
Saphire giggled like normal, then jumped out the bath and ran off somewhere. Katya reluctantly raced after her since Saphire was the type to forget to dry herself off and put clothes on. (Must be a kid thing to have some aversion to clothing.) Now that the bath was empty save me and Ivy, I settled down even more but refrained from having a long-awaited taste of Ivy's plumb lips.
We sat in the bath for another 15 minutes before lazily getting out and dressing one another. It was something we always did after having a bath. I would dress her while she dresses me. Then while holding hands, we sauntered off to bed, where I fell asleep the moment my head touched to warm, soft, and welcoming pillow.
As I slept, I had the same dream as before in the dungeon... The same exact dream I've been having for the last few months before going into the dungeon. For some reason, I am constantly living in that moment of time. No matter how much I've done in this world, or how I reason with myself saying "Earth is no more", I still am haunted by that time in my 1st life.
Some nights, I wake up in a cold sweat while weeping. Other nights, I wake up uttering the names of my wife and children. When checking my status, I never see anything regarding this, but something tells me my evil affinity is somehow affecting my emotional wellbeing.
Think about it. In every well thought out book, tv show, and movie, the primary antagonist has some kind of psychological flaw. If enough effort is put in or a trigger word/phrase is said by the protagonist, that flaw may lead to the villain's redemption. Or if someone's not careful, the antagonist may have a violent outburst.
For example, my favorite book series as an adult was about a young man who travelled the world in search of his family. He later went berserk after finding out years later they were all killed down to his infant children by some unknown evil. In the later books you find out he turned into the story's primary antagonist.
No matter what, he leaves a trail of blood wherever he passed. Volumes later, the man is chasing his very own son. At the time, he assumes the boy is the offspring of his unknown enemy. It doesn't take long for him to capture the boy and tortures him.
Once they return to the man's leader, the boy is then placed in an execution chamber. However, before he could be killed, the boy utters, "To think my own father will be the death of me!"
This causes a chain reaction to occur in the man's head as he recognized the boy as his son for the first time. The man quickly rescues his son from the death chamber, but hold's back his tears until his gets some answers. Turning to his leader, all he saw was a twisted grin as the leader says, "If only that bastard son kept his mouth shut, I would have had you completely destroy the rest of your family with your own hands!"
In a fit of rage and regret, the man charged at his leader, and they dueled to the death. Although the evil leader was killed in their fight, the man was also near death's door. The story ends with him dying in his son's arms regretting all the evil he had done to him. That book series was so good, it had a movie and tv show adaptation for it which aired internationally.
Anyway, in my case, my "lawful evil" moral character seems to have me constantly shifting emotionally whenever I even think about my family from Earth. Or maybe I have always been this way given how their lives ended. Whereas my life was renewed over, and over again like some kind of sick hellish torment. Regardless, I am finding it very hard to sleep, and when I do sleep, I am swiftly awakened by my family's harrowing voices.
-End of Chapter