"W-wives?" Yuval echoed in a whisper, evidently in disbelief.
"But why? You clearly said Yuval was impotent, so why would he need his wives to come serve him?" He asked, eyes glued to the girl.
Why does even have wives to begin with?
Unlike the maid that had come to serve Yuval tea and attempted to take his life, this girl was draped in fine silk. Her robe was flowy, revealing all her right proportions.
She wasn't exactly the type you'd call thick, neither was she flat. If anything, she was moderate.
Moderate breasts that stood firm and perky. A well round booty that made her garments fitting. And unlike the maid, her face was more fair and plump, radiating a jade beauty.
With the girl was a tiny plate, and on the plate stood a fancy looking flacon.
Standing at the foot of Yuval's bed and directly in front of him, the girl's lips parted, and Yuval couldn't help but notice every detail that had to do with her.
"All honor to your majesty," she said, crouching forward into a bow. Her soft red hair that cascaded down her shoulders poured forward with the motion.
She rose the next moment, extending forward the plate. "I'm here to massage you."
Yuval, who had been caught off guard by her beauty and poise, delayed in response. But he quickly got back himself, replying calmly.
"Please do."
For a moment, the girl's rigid expression she had worn since entering the chambers faltered, but only for a brief moment.
Noticing this, Yuval was a bit puzzled but he didn't say anything.
What a piece of garbage. Standing in front of such beauty, I don't mind begging.
The girl advanced toward Yuval with grace. She got on his bed, placed the plate beside her and got ready to start the massage.
First, she knelt firmly behind Yuval who sat upright at the foot of the bed. Then slowly, her hands snaked over his garments, undoing it with graceful hands.
At the mere feel of her touch, Yuval's body tingled with excitement, his cock springing awake.
Seeing how firm his manhood stood, his eyes lit up with relief and excitement.
I knew I could never be impotent. It just can't be me.
Although excited that one of his major issues had been resolved, Yuval was a bit shy to blatantly let his manhood come into view. Especially when he's just meeting the girl for the first time.
Gathering his palms together, Yuval pressed down at his bulge, suppressing the heat rising in his body.
Yuval's garments poured down to his waist, revealing his light skin body. Unlike most people who were fair or considerably pale, he was simply light, leaning toward the brown skin type.
His shoulders, though wide, weren't exactly what you'd call fit for a man. The only visible muscles in his body are ones you'd have to peer hard to see.
His body could be said to be the same as most teenagers' out there who have never worked out in their lives.
The girl took the flacon from the plate, uncorked it and poured some of its content into her palm. With it, she gently massaged Yuval's shoulder, rubbing her slender hands over his body.
Knowing Yuval, this should've spiked his excitement to the roof. However, Yuval's face bore no excitement or pleasure.
His expression was dark, and the air around him was frigid. He sat rigid like a statue as if he couldn't feel the girl's handwork on him.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up. His voice was quiet, but steady.
"It's enough. You can leave now."
Without protest, the girl bowed, grabbed whatever she came with and left his chambers.
Without turning to face the system who floated beside his bed, Yuval questioned.
"I thought you said she was my wife. Why then does she ooze so much hatred for me?"
Yuval couldn't have mistaken it. He might indeed be a scum like everyone in his past life said, but he never failed to read people's expressions and reactions correctly.
This was a part where he excelled. He could read people.
Did the previous Yuval do something to offend his wife?
Yuval snapped toward the system, bouncing on his bed with the motion.
"I did?" He asked with wide eyes, surprised.
Yuval's eyes spun in their sockets, his head bringing out steam. He just couldn't believe how much of a scum the previous Yuval was.
I'm really cooked, no jokes.
"Just how many of them? I mean, how many wives do I have?"
Yuval slumped down on his bed, the excitement he once felt had long since disappeared.
So many wives, but none gotten with love? *sigh*
They were clad in cheap attires, akin to the one the previous maid had worn, so it wasn't hard to know they were maids.
"We stand humbled before your Majesty." They greeted and bowed.
"Your bath is ready, your Majesty," they announced.
Exhaling aloud, Yuval sluggishly rose from the bed and started following the maids out.
Seeing the system remain still, he turned and asked. "Are you not coming?"
"Tsk!"
They escorted Yuval to the royal baths where fresh and perfumed water had been drawn. The bath was squared, carved into smooth, dark stone and large.
Steam was rising like mists over the baths, the whole place exuding a warm scent.
Met with such luxury, Yuval was at a loss for words and actions. He didn't know what to proceed with.
Should I just dive in?
But as he stood, he felt the maid hands over his body, making him go stiff.
Huh? Are they— are they allowed to just touch me?
The maids casually removed his garments, stripping him bare. His meat was hanging low like a mere lump of meat, long like a sword.
Judging by how calm and unbothered the maids were at the sight of his schlong, Yuval could guess they were used to it.
Dear heavens, have they no decency at all? Yuval cried inwardly.
He got into the bath, and immediately relaxed from the water's temperature soothing his muscles.
Bliss!
The maids remained behind at either side of him. One took to massage one shoulder with a calming oil, while the other did the same.
From the hands working wonders in his body, to the heat of the water rising inside his body, Yuval's manhood couldn't help but respond.
As his cock sprang up, shot forward like a sword, the face of his wife from earlier flashed in his mind.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, throwing his head back as he went up and down its length.
Ah fuck! I'm too pent up!
The face of one of the maids flared red, flushed from embarrassment. While the other focused diligently on her work, getting ready to wash Yuval's hair.
As Yuval handled his thing by himself, he caught one of the maids staring and swallowing at his cock.
A faint smile graced his lips as he straightened up and turned to face her.
"Since my wives are unwilling, want to serve me?"