It had been a grueling training session. Every muscle in your body ached, and you could still feel the lingering effects of Litchi’s precise yet demanding martial arts techniques. She had insisted on pushing you to your limits, ensuring that you absorbed every lesson she had to teach. Now, as you sat on the edge of the bed, catching your breath, you heard her voice call out from the bathroom.

“Hey, do you mind coming here for a moment?” Her voice was soft yet commanding, carrying that unmistakable blend of warmth and authority. You glanced toward the bathroom, where the door was slightly ajar, the warm glow of candlelight flickering from inside.

Curious, you pushed yourself up, muscles protesting, and walked toward the bathroom. As you stepped inside, you were immediately greeted by a wave of soothing steam, the scent of fragrant herbs lingering in the air. Litchi stood before you, still wrapped in a towel, her long, dark hair damp and cascading over her shoulders. Droplets of water clung to her fair skin, tracing slow paths down her curves.

Her expression was unreadable, her violet eyes studying you as she turned and stepped back into the bath, her towel slipping from her body. She sank into the water with a relaxed sigh, her full chest barely hidden beneath the surface.

“Hop in with me. The water’s warm, so don’t worry.”

She tilted her head slightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back against the tub. The invitation was casual, almost innocent—but there was something in her gaze, something playful yet unreadable, that made your heart beat just a little faster.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether this was truly part of her so-called “healing process” or if there was another reason she had called you here. Litchi chuckled softly, watching your reaction with quiet amusement. “Come now, don’t be shy. After all, I did say I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”