"Ha… this is amazing," Haruno sighed contentedly, letting the warmth of the bath soak deep into his bones. The luxurious tub in Ryouko's mansion was practically a small pool—easily spacious enough for four people. Which, coincidentally, was exactly how many people were in it now.
That's right—Haruno wasn't alone.
Across from him, Lala and Yui were already settled in, while Ryouko leaned comfortably beside him. And though this was technically just a bath, it felt more like a shared hot spring getaway. Thankfully—or perhaps frustratingly—they weren't naked. Each of the girls had opted for swimsuits, though that didn't make the scene any less heart-pounding.
Yui, sitting shyly with her knees pulled close, wore the most modest suit of the three—a simple, light-blue one-piece with a short skirt. It was the kind of thing a traditional girl would pick, and somehow that only amplified her cuteness. The water clung to her pale skin, accentuating her curves just enough that Haruno had to look away now and then to stop himself from staring.
"Ahaha, of course it's great!" Lala beamed. "We promised we'd all bathe together eventually, right?" Her swimsuit was, true to her personality, flashy and playful, with ruffles and bright colors that barely stayed in place as she bounced about cheerfully.
But the real challenge sat beside him.
Ryouko, cool and composed as ever, had chosen what could only be described as a scandalous piece of fashion—a seashell-style bikini with dangerously thin straps. The top clung to her chest like a precarious work of art, looking ready to slip with the slightest movement. Her mature figure only made it more intense, and Haruno couldn't help but glance once.
Big mistake.
That single glance triggered his curse. A drop of blood slipped from his nose, and he quickly looked away, covering his face.
'This is too much stimulation,' Haruno thought in panic. 'I'm going to die before I even get out of this bath…'
And yet, a small part of him didn't regret a thing.
"Yeah, this really is amazing… I never thought I'd see something like this," Haruno muttered, still trying to keep a handle on himself as he took in the scene. His eyes were fixed ahead, but it was impossible to ignore the warmth of the girl beside him—or more precisely, the very bold swimsuit she wore.
"You can enjoy yourself, you know…" Ryouko's sultry voice whispered into his ear as she leaned closer. Without warning, she took his hand and guided it forward. "Doesn't this feel real?"
"W-Well, I wonder…" Haruno stammered, but it was already too late—his hand had made contact. The shell-like cups of her swimsuit were hard on the outside, yes, but what they barely contained underneath was soft, squishy, and dangerously jiggly—like something out of an anime where physics just gave up.
"No, this is amazing…" Haruno blurted out, unable to hold back his honest reaction. His nose began to drip blood again, worse than before.
He half-expected Yui to scold them, to shout "shameless!" and splash water in his face. But when he turned to look at her…
He was met with an entirely different sight.
Yui sat stiffly in the water, her face beet red, lips slightly parted, eyes unfocused. She was clearly watching him—specifically, his exposed upper body—and mumbling softly to herself.
"This is shameless… so shameless… we can't do something like this… but… but… Haruno's body… looks so good… Hau…"
Haruno blinked. He didn't catch every word, but he understood enough. It seemed the righteous Yui had her own moments of weakness. And from years of reading manga and light novels, he knew the truth: the ones who yelled "ecchi!" the loudest were usually the most hopelessly perverted.
"Well… if that's how it is," he thought with a grin, "I'll let her enjoy the view too."
After all, relationships were about give and take. And this was… educational, wasn't it?
Haruno then turned his attention to Lala, who had been unusually quiet until now. She sat relaxed in the bath, humming cheerfully, steam curling around her pink hair.
"Ah, I'm really glad we're doing this," Lala said, her voice dreamy. "I've always bathed with maids before, but this… This feels so much more comfortable." Her fingers gently toyed with the top of her swimsuit, tugging it down just a bit. "It would be nice if I could just take this off…"
The moment a flash of bright pink slipped into view, Haruno's vision swam. A geyser of blood shot from his nose again as he clutched the side of the tub.
"Huhuhu… honestly, this is awful," Ryouko chuckled from beside him, entirely unfazed. With practiced ease, she picked up a handkerchief from the bath's edge and wiped the blood from his face like a doting nurse. "But I already came prepared."
"Ah, by the way," Ryouko added casually, "I saw you earlier, drawing manga or something. Are you trying to earn some money now?"
"Hm, yeah…" Haruno replied, his tone more serious now. "I know I'm being spoiled by you girls, but… I want to be able to spoil you all too. To treat you on my own terms. It might sound silly, but I guess it's a pride thing."
"Hmm… I get it," Ryouko said with a thoughtful nod. "A classic man's pride. Can't say I dislike it."
Haruno gave a small smile, then glanced at her. "Still, I've been wondering… why don't aliens just reveal themselves to Earth already? You're here, and you act so casually—it's like aliens are just immigrants hiding in plain sight."
Ryouko leaned back, sighing as she watched the steam rise. "Well… Earth's a backwater planet, Haruno. From an alien's point of view, if a civilization hasn't even colonized its own moon or nearby planets, what's the point in reaching out? Most of us just come here to get away from everything. This planet's a quiet little paradise—great for hiding. But if we made our presence known? Earth would become a magnet for unwanted attention from the galaxy."
"Hmm, that's right… I was just thinking," Haruno began, reclining slightly against the smooth tile as steam gently drifted around him. "It'd be great if we could create something using your alien tech. Like—imagine a smartphone, but even more advanced. A sleek, keyboardless device with a massive touch screen… basically a mini supercomputer you can carry in your pocket."
Ryouko tilted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Oh? Sounds like something this planet might invent in a year or two anyway. Of course it's doable—but could you really manage all that by yourself? The development, the distribution, handling the fallout?"
Haruno paused, closing his eyes to picture it. For a second, he imagined wires, suppliers, investors, and probably some secret organizations kicking down his door. His shoulders slumped slightly.
"…No. Just thinking about it makes my head spin," he admitted plainly, his voice full of defeat.
"Well, I'll help if that's what you really want," Ryouko said with a reassuring tone, her hand gently tapping his shoulder. "But maybe it's better to focus on something you actually enjoy. Something small and manageable. Otherwise, you'll burn yourself out before you even start."
Her words struck a chord with Haruno. Practical, warm, and thoughtful… they lingered in his heart.
"Okay," he replied quietly, grateful.
A moment later, Ryouko smiled mischievously. "Now then, how about I wash your back?"
Before he could reply, she pulled him out of the bath and guided him over to a cushioned water mat. As he lay face-down, she sat beside him, carefully scrubbing his back with gentle hands, mixing teasing touches with an actual massage that left Haruno melting from the care.
"Ahh… this feels amazing. I'm really being spoiled here, huh? Maybe it's time I return the favor."
Now beside her, Haruno softly untied the straps of Ryouko's swimsuit top. She didn't stop him, and he gulped audibly as he took in the view. Slowly, with slightly trembling hands, he began to wash her back—his fingers tracing her bare, smooth skin for the very first time.
His heart pounded with every second.
Author Note :
100 Heroines: 6 chapters per week, with each chapter ranging from 1,200 to 1,800 words. I may drop to 5 chapters if I'm busy.
You can read 10 chapter at patr*on.com/Iam_HaremLover123