With that, Edward pounced at Larry, but he was stopped by his men in a second.
"Teach him a good lesson, bros. Knock the snots out of his skull! Now I'll go and enjoy my bath with the beauty. Probably you guys can join me later!" said Larry with a lascivious smile while walking straight toward the shabby house.
"You shameless scoundrel!" shouted Edward.
However, he could do nothing about Larry now since he was now circled by his men. He started worrying about his sister and he told himself that he had to beat them up fast.
The celestial lantern high up in the sky, however, was as cool as a cucumber. It shed its silvery light gently through the thin glass window, touching Yvonne's fair, silky skin.
The water in the tub was slightly warmer than the moonlight, but it was the temperature that she always liked. It was neither too cold nor too warm.
It was the right temperature that would keep her wide awake to this sleepy and drowsy world, and that would also keep her alert, alert to any danger whatsoever and wheresoever.
In fact, she heard everything from outside, but she looked as cool as the silvery moonlight. Courage is the grace in danger.
She had that courage. She had always known it.
Languishing in the tub, with her small, delicate feet high up on the edge, Yvonne enjoyed the temperature of the water as much as she could. The moonlight touched her soles like a pair of hands, like hands from a young, handsome boy, so caressing that she even let out a slight moan.
She had no boyfriend at all and thus never had a taste of true love--especially that mesmerizing sensual love. She was already sixteen. Hormones made her long for that charming love more than ever.
She let out another moan, not discerning whether it was due to the pleasant water in the tub or her yearning for true love. She imagined that her future boyfriend would be more handsome than her brother Edward.
She felt relaxed, as if her whole body had melted into the water.
Suddenly, a lewd laugh came into her ears. And she heard someone banging at the door of her bathroom.
"Open the door, little beauty! Let me join you for a bath!" giggled Larry Bush.
"Who's that?" Yvonne asked, her voice as calm as ever.
Even a man would be terrified in the middle of a bath by a possible break-in. However, Yvonne did not seem ruffled at all. She acted not like a girl of sixteen, but a sophisticated woman of at least thirty.
Gazing at her silky, translucent, and almost flawless body for a second, she revealed a proud smile, thinking that even a woman would fall in love with her.
Sitting comfortably in the tub, she was stroking herself gently with a yellow silk washcloth. The parts of her body it passed instantly relaxed themselves. More than pleased, Yvonne could not help but let out another satisfied moan.
The moan made the fat ugly guy at the door hot all over. Palpably, Larry was turned on.
The saliva was secreted like mad in his mouth and almost choked him to death. He had to swallow hard before he could continue,
"Come on, baby, I've just heard your moaning. I know you are desperate for a man now. I am the perfect boyfriend you are waiting for. I promise I'll make you on cloud nine. Open the door and let's have some fun together!" Larry Bush giggled wildly, banging the door harder with his strong hands.
Yet, he did not receive any response from Yvonne, who acted as if she had not been disturbed at all. After having poured some scented liquid soap into the tub, she went on stroking herself with her lovely washcloth.
In a second, colorful bubbles appeared almost everywhere, on the surface of the water, the edge of the tub, and on her perfect body.
She was indeed an immaculate beauty, resplendent like a flower blooming in the luscious spring. Her two ample white rabbits in front were firm like two noble mountains that would lead anyone anxious to climb them straight to the heavens.
Her waist, without any lovely handles around it, was so slender and slim that it could be held with a simple grab; her legs long and strong, between which no one knew how many pleasant secrets would lie.
Above all, her eyes were as bright as twinkling stars in the darkest sky, radiant and alluring. Whoever saw her would think that she was a goddess.
"Hey, open the door, baby!" repeated Larry, his voice several decibels higher. "Since you refuse my toast, you'll have to drink defeat. I'll take your silence as a kind of admission. Now I'll come in myself."
When he was eager to see a beautiful naked girl, even the weakest man would turn himself into a potent warrior.
Or a wolf. A lascivious, insatiable wolf.
Larry Brush immediately gathered all his strengths to his right fist, thrusting it straight onto the wooden door. All at once, a huge hole was torn into the door. Larry wasted no time to thrust his head through the hole with his lustful eyes.
Yvonne's naked body, vaguely buried in the while foam in the tub, looked extremely sexy and seductive. Larry gawked at it with his eyes almost popping out and his heart pounding like it would explode any minute. Now, he was completely speechless.
Yet, Yvonne did not even look up. She gazed at her graceful arms and scrubbed them with great care. Once done, she offered an enchanting smile and said,
"Is that enough? Haven't you ever witnessed a lady bathing before?"
Larry gasped for a few seconds before he laughed hard again,
"Hey, baby, you've underestimated me!" Larry boasted, "Actually, I watch women bathe every day."
"What a pervert!" Yvonne snorted.
"You're right, baby!" Larry laughed louder, revealing his protruding yellow teeth.
The lump beside his ear resonated with laughter like a rattle drum, making him uglier than ugly.
"I'm an authentic pervert. And believe it or not, I'm a good peeper, too." He added in a proud voice. "That's why I can watch women bathe every day. You have no idea how exciting it is to spy those beautiful women through a peeky hole.
Above all, I'm indeed an expert in bathing women. To tell you the truth, I can do almost everything to entertain a woman. I can manicure your fingers, treat you to a pedicure, scrub your back, or give you a soothing massage all over. Whatever you want, you just name it!"
"Sounds great!" Yvonne flashed him a bewitching smile. "If you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. It happens I feel itchy in my back, why don't you come in to help?"
"I'm coming, baby!" Larry curled his lips into an evil grin.
And then he started whacking the door with his big fists violently. Before long, the poor wooden door was just smashed into pieces, bits of wood scattered hither and thither.
Before starting to stride straight in, he heard a round of applause.
It came from no one else but Yvonne.
"Awesome!" Yvonne clapped her hands, flashing another smile, "But the thing is that you've got too big heavy hands. I'm afraid if I let you scratch my back, I just can't stand it."
"What do you mean? You want to quit it?" the ugly man demanded, wiping the grin from his face. "It's too late, baby. Whether you want it or not, I'll have to scratch your back."
"And scratch your whole body, I mean," the man added, "I know you're not going to stand it, but I promise it'll be that you can't stand it pleasantly."
A lewd, malicious grin reigned his face again. Without any further ado, he went straight at Yvonne. He held out his hands in an attempt to drag the seductive girl right out of that stupid thick-foamed water in the tub and straight into his arms.
Once in his arms, he knew she would be totally left to his mercy. He could easily grope her up and down at his will. He could also make no efforts to feast his eyes with her immaculate nudity, especially that ample bosom, the most alluring part of a woman's body in his humble opinion, which had long been made invisible by that stupid annoying white foam.
He simply hated it.
Yet, to his surprise, Yvonne did not resist, simply letting herself get out of the tub and fell into his arms. Larry was more than pleased, subconsciously settling his eyes on what he considered the most charming part of her wet body.
However, he did not see any part he wanted at all but a thick wet bath towel. It wrapped Yvonne's body so well that it looked like she was wearing a cotton strapless slip dress.
Larry's face darkened. He felt as if he had been deceived like a fool.
"What's going on?" he demanded, stunned for a moment. "How dare you play a trick on me?"
"Hey, why the long face?" Yvonne said softly, her eyes twinkling, "That's the funny part of the game. Before you scratch my back, you have to unravel and reveal the mystery of a girl by yourself. Look, this adds fun to the game. Come on, you can do it!"
Her words made the same old malicious grin back to his face. When he started undressing her, he gazed at her perfect oval face. The beads of water dropped off her hair onto her pink face, making her extremely attractive.
Instead of avoiding his lustful gaze like a common, shy girl, Yvonne stared into his eyes boldly.
As their gazes locked, Larry suddenly saw a myriad of red hearts twinkling in her eyes like a mesmerizing constellation. He put on a wide grin, thinking these must be the signs of love sparked by his strength and charm.
Yet, before he knew it, a wave of dizziness crept over him. Yvonne's exquisite visage blurred before his eyes. And what was worse, everything around spun increasingly fast as if he had been thrown into a whirlpool, his mind churning violently.
"Oh, no!" gasped Larry in shock.
He suddenly realized there must be something wrong with those red hearts, but it was too late. He was losing control of his will. In a second, he started looking glassy-eyed like a sleepwalker.
And then a sweet yet authoritative voice echoed in his ears.
"I'm your master now. Do you hear me, Larry Bush, my slave?"