[HSRGSS] Chapter 106: Hot Spring

Xianzhou Cangcheng was known as the most prosperous among the many Xianzhou, since every kind of local culture could flourish here, gathering the essence of countless traditions.

Among them, the hot spring culture introduced by some outsiders was one of the most popular, as men, women, and children all loved it.

In the Cangcheng's Exalting Sanctum, the largest hot spring facility immediately arranged a private luxury bath upon seeing the acting general arrive.

Divided into two, the vast and luxurious hot spring pool was occupied by only three people, with a paper screen set up in the middle to separate the men's and women's sections. Inside, the spring water was comfortably warm, and the rising steam resembled a soft veil, wrapping one's body in a lazy, soothing comfort.

Lucian, Jingliu, and Baiheng soaked in this pool, with only their shoulders and heads above the water.

Naturally, Lucian was alone in the men's section.

He leaned against the poolside, and before him, a tray of drinks floated on the water's surface.

It had to be said, soaking in a hot spring was indeed a pleasure—any culture that became this popular surely had its merit. Especially when, nearby, the whispers of female companions carried over, making one unable to help but want to listen.

"Ahh… so nice..."

In the women's section, Baiheng let out a satisfied sigh, narrowing her eyes like a contented cat as her pale purple hair clung damply to her cheeks. She leaned back against the smooth stone wall, which only further accentuated the allure of her bare shoulders and neckline.

Tilting her head toward Jingliu, Baiheng's beautiful foxlike eyes sparkled playfully, her lips curling into a sly grin.

"Heehee, Jingliu, what do you think about the guy next door... I mean, his figure?"

At these words, Jingliu, who had been resting with her eyes closed, had her lashes flutter faintly.

"Baiheng, speak no obscenities. Mind your bath."

Without so much as opening her eyes, Jingliu's voice rang cold and clear, like dripping spring water.

"Oh, come on, just say it! It's only us sisters talking in secret—what's there to fear?" Baiheng, unwilling to give up, scooted closer, causing ripples to spread through the water. "Look at his height and long legs, such a perfect body! Broad shoulders, narrow waist… Tsk, tsk, born to wear clothes. Everything looks good on him, right?"

Jingliu remained silent with her eyes shut, yet her fair ears seemed to faintly flush beneath the rising mist.

Seeing Jingliu pretend to be calm only fired Baiheng up even more.

Lowering her voice into a conspiratorial whisper, Baiheng leaned closer.

"Let me tell you, last time at my place, when Lucian was changing clothes, I 'accidentally' caught a glimpse of his back… Whoa! Those muscles, like they were carved by a blade and chisel! Just looking at them, you could feel the power! I wonder how it'd feel to touch... heehee..."

Baiheng deliberately dragged out her tone, chuckling twice.

"Baiheng!"

Jingliu finally snapped her eyes open, her light red eyes flashing with thin anger—yet mostly with embarrassment at having her thoughts exposed.

"You… You are outrageous!"

A blush bloomed across Jingliu's cheeks.

"Oh my, you're blushing?"

Baiheng lit up as if discovering a new world, then leaned even closer, her breath hot against Jingliu's sensitive ear.

"Don't pretend, my good sister. You dare say you've never looked? Never touched? You two have been together for a thousand years—no way there's nothing, right?"

Cornered by Baiheng with nowhere to retreat, Jingliu felt the steam muddle her head as her heartbeat quickened.

Truthfully, Baiheng's blunt words struck at the curiosity Jingliu usually buried beneath her cold composure.

Indeed, in a thousand years, Jingliu had never seen all of Lucian.

At most, his chest, his abs, his back...

Jingliu bit her lip unconsciously, her gaze flickering toward the flower petals floating on the water.

"He's rather... strong..."

Jingliu spoke with a small and delicate voice—her fingers stirring the warm spring water without thinking.

"Ha! I knew it!" Baiheng slapped the water victoriously, sending up a splash. "Admit it! You like this too!"

Mortified, Jingliu wished she could sink beneath the water.

"Shut up! Pervert!"

Usually, this foxian was so innocent and pure—so how was she being so indecent now?

"What's perverted about it? Desire is natural! I don't have your long lifespan, so of course I'll cherish what's right in front of me." Baiheng sounded righteous, yet her eyes scanned the thin paper screen dividing the baths like searchlights. "Tell me... what do you think he's doing now? You know, this wall's so thin..."

Her voice grew smaller, but her eyes only shone brighter with excitement.

Upon hearing Baiheng's words, Jingliu's heart jolted.

Jingliu wanted to forbid that dangerous idea on the spot, but...

Splash! Splash!

Water sounds drifted from beyond the screen, slow and teasing, scratching at the heart.

Baiheng's fox ears instantly shot straight up, nearly piercing the mist.

She pressed half her body against the paper screen and poked a tiny hole with her nail, eager eyes glued to it.

"My goodness..."

Lowering her voice, sticky with delight, Baiheng whispered softly.

"So firm... those abs, those lines..."

She licked her lips, feeling unsatisfied.

Seeing this, Jingliu felt heat rush straight to her head, her skin tightening from the burn.

Was this woman growing bolder by the second?

Not even pretending anymore?

"Baiheng..." Jingliu's voice dropped, tense as cracking ice. "Come back. Do not look upon what is forbidden."

"Heehee~" Baiheng turned her head, her foxlike eyes curling like mischievous moons, while damp hair clung to her cheeks, adding to her charm. "Come, this hole is big. You can see clearly!"

In the next moment, Baiheng grabbed Jingliu's wrist, making the caught-off-guard Jingliu stumble, splashing water high.

In the end, with her balance lost, Jingliu gasped softly as she was dragged right up to the screen. Her thin white bathrobe clung to her body, outlining her slender waist as droplets slid down her smooth neck and, within the rising steam, a blush spread all the way to the tips of her ears.

"Baiheng!"

Jingliu's voice, tinged with both shame and urgency, cracked as she struggled, but Baiheng held her fast.

"Shh... Keep quiet!" Baiheng pressed a finger to her own lips, eyes glued to the hole. "Look, look! He turned around! Front view! Wow~"

Hearing this, Jingliu's scalp tingled.

Against reason, bewitched by Baiheng's tempting words, Jingliu ultimately leaned in closer herself, holding her breath as her eye slipped to another tiny gap.

Beyond the screen, the steam swirled—yet that figure was searingly clear.

Lucian's back was broad and powerful, water trickling down taut muscles—then, slowly, he turned toward their direction.

Jingliu and Baiheng's hearts pounded like war drums—their gaze had only just caught the shape of his chest when...

RIIIP!

A sharp tear shattered the misty silence of the spring.

Baiheng, entranced, had leaned too hard on the flimsy paper screen, making it collapse with a crash.

Losing her balance, Baiheng toppled forward—and in the blink of an eye, everything bare and bright presented itself right before Lucian's eyes.

'I knew it—my born lucky pervert trait is finally showing its power again...'