Isidore knew his refusal would be futile, so he simply agreed with an open attitude. Eloise, in her heart, praised him for being sensible.
In the basement, there was a large bathtub with white porcelain walls and a built-in massage function. If Milo hadn't already passed away, Eloise truly wanted to ask him where he had found such indulgent luxuries that improved the quality of life.
Eloise helped Isidore sit in the bathtub, and only after the hot water poured over his head did she realize she had forgotten to help him remove his clothes. "Ah, I didn't mean to!" she exclaimed.
Isidore was caught off guard by the sudden shower. His hair was drenched, and the thin fabric of his clothes clung to his muscles, his handsome face wearing a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.
"It really wasn't intentional," she said. Eloise felt inexplicably guilty, yet couldn't deny that the sight of him, drenched, was quite alluring. She stepped into the bathtub as well. As her fingers brushed against his soaked clothes, a stream of hot water cascaded down, soaking her completely.
Isidore released the control valve and raised an eyebrow at her. "Is your desire for revenge that strong?" she asked. Eloise narrowed her eyes, her fingers trailing down the wet fabric, feeling the warmth and curves. "What's the point of soaking me if you can't even see it?"
She deliberately brushed her damp hair against his neck. Isidore froze for a moment, his expression deepening.
Eloise slowly undressed him, admiring the masterpiece of a body that could only be described as the work of a creator. Without realizing it, she forgot what she was supposed to be doing, until Isidore reminded her, "Have you seen enough?" Eloise pouted, took the showerhead in her hand, aimed it at his upper body, and turned the water flow to its maximum.
The powerful jets of water crashed against him, breaking apart and splitting into fine streams that splashed everywhere. Isidore remained calm and still, exuding an inexplicable, chaotic beauty. Eloise licked her lips, turned off the water, and said, "You're wet enough now. Let me help you apply the shower gel."
She lathered the shower sponge, focusing on his chest with deliberate intention, her movements carrying a hint of purpose. His chest muscles were firm and hard, and when her palm brushed over them, there was a slight discomfort, yet that sensation was not entirely unpleasant.
Eloise secretly observed his expression, but he remained stoic, showing no reaction at all. She felt a little dissatisfied and poked his chest. "Turn around, I need to wash your back." While scrubbing her back, she inadvertently bent down, and the soft flesh of her chest brushed against Isidore's shoulder blade.
His neck stiffened, and he asked suspiciously, "Aren't you wearing clothes?"
Eloise paused for a moment, then lowered her head to look at herself. She wasn't without clothes; she simply wasn't wearing a bra, and the neckline of the one she had on was a bit more open. She immediately felt this was a perfect opportunity to tease him, saying with a hint of challenge, "Take a guess."
Isidore turned around, raised his hand, and slowly reached toward her body. His fingertips brushed against the skin of her waist. He gently pinched it, confirming the soft, smooth sensation, and concluded, "You're not wearing anything." Eloise chuckled softly, rubbing her fingertip across his skin, from his shoulder down to his abdomen. "Take another guess."
The hand resting on Eloise's skin slowly ventured upward, sliding smoothly without any resistance, undeterred by any fabric. "You're definitely not wearing anything." Eloise felt a tingling sensation, biting her lip as she flicked her finger lightly on his chest. "Take another guess." Her other hand lifted the hem of her dress, as if racing against Isidore's hand. Wherever he touched, she would preemptively pull that part of her clothing aside.
Isidore continued his touch with calm composure. Beneath his fingertips, Eloise's body wasn't fat, but her curves were rounded and full. He passed over a smooth expanse, but was soon stopped by a peak. Gradually, his fingers climbed, finally pinching the summit. Eloise, unwilling to be outdone, pinched his chest. Isidore inhaled sharply.
"Did I hurt you?" Eloise asked without a hint of guilt. Isidore slightly tilted his chin, ignoring the discomfort in his chest, and continued to slide his hand over her firmness. "Not even here is covered by clothes. Are you wearing invisible ones?"
Eloise chuckled twice, gently biting her tongue, and slowly lowered her wet dress to cover her body. She even placed his large hand underneath, then said smugly, "You guessed wrong!" "Oh." Isidore showed little reaction, too lazy to even withdraw his hand, continuing to touch her.
"You guessed wrong, there should be a punishment," she said, being playful. Isidore replied indifferently, "What kind of punishment?"
Eloise gazed at him with misty eyes, remaining silent for a long moment. Her breathing grew heavier, and in a hoarse voice, she said, "Let me bite you, and you can't resist." "What kind of punishment is this?" Isidore was about to speak when a soft body suddenly lunged at him. A set of sharp, small teeth sank into his Adam's apple.
Isidore instinctively swallowed, and his Adam's apple slid between her teeth. Eloise nearly lost her grip, but pressed with her tongue and mumbled, "Don't move, this is the punishment." She nibbled on Isidore's neck, gradually moving down, nibbling at his collarbone, and then at his chest muscles.
Isidore could hardly bear it, especially in a situation where nothing could be seen, and the other senses were heightened to their fullest. The heat and moisture in Eloise's mouth, the sharpness of her teeth, and the slight pain as they pricked the skin, all vividly leaped in his mind, as if they were etched into his very nerves.
He reached for her hair, winding the ends around his wrist, tightening bit by bit, and the veins in his arm began to stand out. Isidore exerted force with his hand, but Eloise pushed him away, stepping out of the bathtub with a splash, holding her breath.
Isidore couldn't see her position, so naturally, he couldn't catch her. He concealed his momentary disorientation, putting on a nonchalant expression, and smiled as he suggested, "How about we play again? A game of guessing whether you're wearing pants?" His calm manner of speaking made him seem like the Big Bad Wolf, waiting for Little Red Riding Hood to walk right into his lair.
Eloise inadvertently glanced at the mirror on the wall and was startled by how red her face had become. She silently cursed herself, thinking, "I should be the one in control, yet it feels like he's the one who's got the upper hand!" But her heart raced with excitement, a constant, lingering itch that wouldn't go away.
She stepped into the bathtub and asked, "If you guess wrong this time, how should I punish you?" Isidore said, "It's up to you."
Eloise walked up to his side, lifting her alabaster leg out of the water and brushing it against his thigh. "You guess," she said, "Am I wearing pants?" He tilted his head slightly and murmured, "I guess... you're wearing pants down there."
Eloise glared at him, frustrated that he couldn't see it. She opened her mouth, then opened it again, deflated as she said, "You guessed wrong!"
Isidore straightened his expression and said, "You can punish me now."
Eloise pushed him gently on the shoulder, and he obediently lay back, leaning against the edge of the bathtub, looking as if he were saying, "Do with me as you please." Eloise smiled and said, "Then I'll punish you—by making love with me forever."
