The Dragons' Bathhouse: A Reverse Harem Enemies-to-Lovers Soulmate Romance

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"You're actually really good," Keegan hummed, and she jumped a little, forgetting that she had been working on him. He giggled softly, pressing the back of his palm to his lips in his. The action suited him and his effeminate features, adding to his beauty. The rings of silver flashed with his pleasure, and they almost seemed to glow brighter in the darkness. "That's surprising," he whispered, letting a low soft breathy sigh escape his lips as she worked over his skin.

"Thank you for the praise," Eden said stiffly, although her heart did warm a little at his words.

Maybe...They weren't so bad after all, Eden realised, chewing on her lips nervously. She was, after all, the one that had kicked Kaizel and violated the rules first. She thought they would lodge a complaint, but instead, they had given her a promotion by calling for her services.

They were being nice, and it seemed like this was their way of apologising to her for what they had done. They had essentially given her a crazy pay raise, and an amazing new job which should have taken her at least twenty years to obtain. She was set for life because of their actions. She couldn't help but feel touched and deliriously happy at the thought.

Even if Kaizel remained rude to her, he wasn't exactly the meanest customer she had ever met in her life. There had been a rabbit spirit who had screamed at her because the carrot she had gotten was 1 gram too heavy. Another that had tossed a hot cup of tea over her skin.

It would take a while before the two gained her ultimate trust because of how needy they had been. Consent was key after all and guys needed to learn that no was no. But they did seem to be learning from their mistakes. She couldn't help but feel ashamed of her actions and more than just a little guilty. She should not let them down with the opportunity they had given her. She should do her best.

She stopped, taking off the gloves, washing her hands and standing to bow.

"I will prepare your bath. In the meantime, please cleanse your bodies—"

"You're not washing our bodies?" Keegan asked looking surprised, a brow raised as he turned to her.

"Yeah, you're an attendant you're supposed to wash us," Kaizel said, turning over to look at her.

Eden couldn't help but let her eyes dance to the bouncing movement of his steadily hardening cocks. The heads were dripping with dollops of pre-cum, steadily filling with blood from his growing arousal. She bit her lips looking up at them. They were hard... and they wanted her to wash them? Then understanding flooded her, and she began to see their true intentions. They wanted her to touch them? What the fuck?

"I apologise but I am not touching your co—"

"Will you stop treating us like fucking bastards?" Kaizel snapped, standing to clench his fist, his muscles rippling.

"Won't you at least scrub our backs?" Keegan pointed out, interrupting him quickly. He turned to give her wide, watery eyes, beseeching her with his request. "The attendants we've experienced usually do that at the very least."

He was right, of course. Eden blushed, kneeling to get the soap and the soft washcloth. The attendants did do that. They avoided private areas. But legs, hands and back were all fair game, the chest was alright too for some males. She knew that. It was part of her exam. She had some experience with cleaning humans, but zombies and their decaying flesh were so different from living, warm bodies. Shit, she fucked up. Eden was starting to feel severely inadequate for the job.

"I-I'm sorry. I have had the training. But I'm very new to tending to people with similar bodies as my species," Eden explained, feeling heat dance over her cheeks. She inhaled realising that her words made it sound as if she were unskilled. "But I know how to do it! I've just not washed many males. I usually work on female customers or animal spirits."