After wiping his mouth post-lunch, Mr. Grant threw an arm around Ethan's shoulder, saying, "Ean, let me take you to something a bit... sensual."
Ethan shook his head and replied, "Maybe another time. I wandered around all night last night and haven't slept since. I just want to go home and rest. You and Mike go ahead."
After eating, Ethan felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. His body felt weak, as if he was walking on clouds, and his back was covered in a cold sweat.
Mr. Grant glanced at Mike and scoffed, "Forget it. This fat pig couldn't perform even if he got aroused. Even if his lower half is hard, it won't make any difference."
Mike wasn't having any of it, retorting, "Hey! Don't insult me like that. My body might be big, but I'm still capable. I can do the job, especially with the girl on top—it's like bouncing on a trampoline, fun and effortless."
Mr. Grant flipped him off. "Sure, as if any girl wouldn't get lost in your rolls."
Ethan, now dizzy, couldn't keep up with their banter. Smiling bitterly, he said, "You two go ahead with your 'sensual' plans. I'm done for. If I don't get some sleep soon, I'll collapse right here."
Mike laughed and teased, "You're still a virgin, right? You should find someone to 'relax' you a bit, maybe knock you out in more ways than one."
Before Ethan could protest, Grant grabbed him and started walking. "Elysian Feast has enough rooms to house the entire zoo. Just come along, you'll be fine!"
Poor Ethan, feeling like he was floating, was dragged into the basement sauna center. Elysian Feast's sauna was quite the attraction—it had a natural hot spring. Thanks to this godsend, the sauna business was booming, and they also offered a special Turkish fish spa. Once submerged in the spring water, tiny fish would nibble gently at the exposed skin, creating an oddly pleasant sensation.
The sauna also offered high-quality massages. The therapists, both male and female, were all in their twenties, highly skilled, and very attractive. Officially, they provided only professional services, but some unsaid rules always slipped through the cracks. No one discussed them openly, but everyone knew.
Half-asleep, Ethan followed Mr. Grant into the changing room. Mr. Grant and Mike undressed quickly, wrapping white towels around their waists. They stowed their clothes in lockers and locked them, slipping the key bracelets around their wrists like fashionable wristbands.
Following their example, Ethan changed out of his clothes. He glanced around nervously before placing his briefcase—holding his entire fortune—into a locker. Concern for its safety gnawed at him, and he considered grabbing a few extra towels for security. But Mr. Grant stopped him, laughing.
"Relax, the security here is top-notch. Your stuff is safe."
Reassured, Ethan followed them into the indoor hot spring. The steamy water was grayish, with a layer of mist that hovered over it. Every now and then, a bubble would rise and pop, giving the impression of boiling water.
"Come on in. There's seating inside. You can even nap while soaking if you're tired," Mr. Grant said as he unwound his towel and sank into the water. He leaned back against the edge of the spring, closing his eyes in pleasure.
Ethan carefully entered the water, which barely reached his waist. Feeling around the edge, he found the stone benches Mr. Grant had mentioned and sat down. Mimicking Mr. Grant's posture, he closed his eyes, letting the warm water soothe him. Soon, he drifted off.
Soaking in a hot spring wasn't as comfortable as sleeping in bed, but for the utterly exhausted Ethan, it was a luxury. Time passed without him noticing. Then, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently began massaging his temples. Even his head was being cradled in something soft and smooth.
"Mmm," Ethan hummed softly as he stirred awake. As he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of sky-blue, voluptuous curves. Startled, he slipped off the stone bench, his feet scrambling to find balance in the shallow water. He looked back to see a beautiful woman in a blue uniform, giggling behind her hand.
The woman was stunning—fair-skinned, busty, with a sweet and seductive demeanor. She couldn't have been older than twenty-two. Her big, watery eyes made her look approachable and charming. Ethan realized with a start that she looked remarkably like the famous adult film star Brea, one of his few fantasies.
Staring at the gorgeous woman, Ethan's gaze followed the line of her legs up to her thighs. His face flushed as he noticed the small pool of drool on the seat where he'd been resting his head.
He cringed inwardly. Had he really drooled on the lap of this stunning Brea lookalike? Embarrassed, he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
"Sir, come here," the woman said, her voice a sultry mix of soft, sweet, and teasing as she beckoned Ethan.
Ethan suddenly realized he was standing stark naked, and in the dim light of the room, he had been fully exposed to this beautiful woman while he had slept. His heart pounded as his breath quickened.
Still hesitating, he watched as the woman smiled coyly and began undressing. Her flawless, creamy skin shimmered in the misty air, radiating an ethereal beauty. Ethan, standing frozen, felt his pulse race as a primal heat rose within him.
When she finally removed her skirt, Ethan's heart was about to explode. Young and full of energy, he felt a burning desire overwhelm him. Taking a deep breath, he quickly shut his eyes, his body trembling from the tension and excitement.
A sudden splash of water echoed through the room. He instinctively took two steps back, feeling the ripple of the water. Without looking, he knew she had entered the hot spring and was now moving toward him. Amid the tension, a strange anticipation welled up inside him.
Was this it? Was his eighteen-year-old virginity about to be lost?