CHAPTER 772: *HARRASMENT DISGUISED AS BATH?* (2)

She mumbled into his chest, voice muffled, "At least I’m not stupid like Yue... talking to your recorded voice on the phone."

Wang Xiao blinked, then chuckled. "Jealous, huh?"

Wenxi pulled back, blue eyes glimmering as her lips curved into a smile. "Of course! You favor her, leave the other alone... Not acceptable!"

He pinched her cheeks firmly, stretching them till she squeaked. "Is it?"

She didn’t deny it, only nodded stubbornly, cheeks squished between his hands, mumbling, "Mhm! I mean it!"

"Oh?" His brow arched. "And what kind of discrimination did I do then?"

He expected some absurd pout, some childish reason. But her face suddenly flushed crimson. Her eyes flicked downward, toward his crotch, then darted away just as quickly.

He froze, fingers still on her cheeks. And in that instant, he understood.

"...You said..." Wenxi’s voice shrank. "...you’d take us both. Together."

Her words were muffled, but the meaning behind them pressed like stone.

Usually, she was the one slipping away from his hands, dodging his grasp. But this time, her shoulders trembled, and she lowered her head.

It wasn’t about a game. It wasn’t about pouting.

It was because of him.

He had said he would have them both together. But then, he had taken Yue. And Wenxi, Wenxi thought her turn would come on their birthday, last month. She waited, stubborn, certain.

But that day came and went.

An accident with Yue before... then Ning Xue on the very day of their birthday.

For him, they were just accidents. Fleeting indulgences.

But for her, it was a wound.

Every day since, she had been thinking on it quietly, inventing a hundred reasons why he hadn’t come to her. Did he not want her? Was she not enough?

Wang Xiao fell silent. His thumb lingered against her cheek before curling back, lips pulling into a slow, wicked smile.

"...Let’s give you a bath."

"Huh?"

Wenxi blinked, stunned, the words hitting her face like cold water. She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Bath? Now? With you?"

Her voice broke into disbelief. Then she shook her head quickly, hands waving. "Ah... nevermind, Dad, I’m fine! Really, I’ll wash later-"

She tried to slip out of his grasp, but his arm hooked around her waist, dragging her back with ease.

"Daddy! Wait! No, no, no-!" she squealed, her bare feets scraping against the floor as he pulled her along.

To her, bathing with him was torment disguised as play. Bullying, unbearable. She would rather wait for night, slip into his bed on her own terms, at least prepared

But Wang Xiao wasn’t going to wait.

He had found this fruit ripe, soft, tempting in his hands. And there was no way he was letting it sit any longer.

His grin deepened.

"Too late to run," He chuckled. "Today, I’ll scrub you clean myself."

Her face burned crimson. "Nooo! That’s harassment! You can’t just!"

But her protests only made his grip tighten, his steps steady, dragging her closer to the inevitable.

Bang!

The door slammed shut.

A second later...

Splash!

Water surged out of the tub as Wenxi’s body hit the steaming surface.

"Cold—hot—ahhh!" Her shrieks rang off the marble walls. She flailed helplessly, white hair plastered to her cheeks, thin pajamas turning transparent as they soaked through, clinging to every line of her body.

"Why are you splashing water everywhere..." Wang Xiao sighed theatrically, stepping into the mist-filled bathroom. He reached for the shower head, twisting the knob.

The spray came down hard.

"Eh? No! My eyes.... ahhh stop!" Wenxi squealed, thrashing as he caught her face in one hand, pressing the water directly over it.

"Still feeling sleepy?" His smile was calm, almost gentle, but his action wasn’t.

She sputtered, coughing, blue eyes fluttering open only to be blinded by the stream. Water trickled down her neck, through the blur, she glared up at him, cheeks flushed. "Daddy! Stop bullying me!"

"Oh?" His brows rose, lips curling. "And why would I stop?"

"Because... b-because I’m your cute, adorable daughter!" she squeaked, voice breaking as she tried to shield herself with her hands. "Can’t you spare me at lea—ahhh it’s cold!"

Her scream pitched higher as the spray turned icy, biting into her skin. Steam vanished into mist.

Her hands whitened instantly, blood retreating, while her face reddened from the sudden shock. Even she, with her resilience, shivered violently. ’It shouldn’t even be possible,’ she thought in horror. ’How can I feel this cold?’

She gasped, breath catching in her throat.

Wang Xiao tilted his head, watching her squirm.

The sound of her frustrations constantly echoed, he was smiling and enjoying, before some words came out of her thin beautiful lips that weren’t so beautiful.

"Ahhh... Aunt Xueying was right!... you... You... Y-You are a sadist!..."

"Huh?"

Wang Xiao’s face blanked. "...is it? Already learning new words from your aunt..."

"..."

Silence abruptly fell in the bathtub, the water’s ripples dying down.

Her lashes fluttered, shinning droplets of water stuck to them before she opened her eyes.

She looked delicate even soaked, pale skin flushed pink from heat and cold, white hair sticking to her cheeks in wet strands, a small silver crown tilting askew.

Her light-blue eyes, framed by long lashes, carried both anxiety and hesitation, and her lips, soft, rose-colored, trembled before curling into an awkward smile.

"Dad... how about we negotiate instead..." Wenxi murmured, her voice small, testing.

"Negotiate?" He tilted his head, lips curving into a slow smile. "Of course, of course... but first, the ambience."

She blinked in confusion. "Ambi—"

Patter...

Water began falling from above, though there was nothing overhead. It wasn’t steam dripping, it was rain, conjured in the ceiling itself. Droplets fell heavy and warm, soaking her further.

Her face drained of color. "...You’re not serious..."

She knew instantly. He was going to spank her. With ambience?! Who the hell beat their children like this?

"Stand up," he ordered, voice sharp enough to leave no room for refusal.

Caught unprepared, Wenxi stumbled to her feet, cheeks burning as the wet pajamas covered to every inch of her small frame.

"Your hands."

She hesitated, trembling, before raising them slowly over her head. The motion made the soaked fabric stretch tighter across her chest, her skin poking clear against the thin cotton.

Wang Xiao rose as well, eyes smiling. He stepped in close, fingers sliding to the hem of her tank top.

The top was plastered to her, transparent, like a second skin.

He tugged slowly, deliberately, his palms brushing her sides as the fabric peeled upward. Every inch was a tease, water sliding down her perfect flat abdomen, fabric dragging along her waist.

Her pale stomach was revealed first, smooth and flat, skin glowing white under the steam. Then her narrow waist, delicate but firm, his fingers grazing the dip as he pulled higher.

Finally, her chest.

The soaked cloth peeled back, exposing the proud swell of her breasts, just enough to fill his palms. Tiny pink nipples, half-erect from the water, stood out against the cold air.

She shivered violently as his knuckles brushed across them by "accident," breath catching in her throat.

"D-Dad... I... I can undress myself... " she whimpered, her voice breaking between shame and a plea.

The cloth slipped over her shoulders, dragging through her damp hair before he pulled it free entirely.

Now she stood half-naked before him, her hair dripping, her face flushed crimson. Her arms were still raised awkwardly above her head, too embarrassed to lower them.

He looked at her silently, a wolf savoring his prey.

Inside the water, her toes curled tight, her head bowed, eyes staring at her own reflection in the rippling surface. ’How did I get myself into this...’ The rain pattered steadily down her back, plastering her hair to her pale skin.

Her heartbeat thudded loud in her ears as his hands slid to her waist, tugging at the waistband of her soaked cotton pajama bottoms.

"Raise your legs," Wang Xiao commanded.

For a moment, she froze, chest tightening. The tone, the posture, the water dripping, it all felt too familiar. Her lashes trembled as a nostalgic expression flickered in her wet eyes, as though she had been dragged back to a memory years past.

Obediently, she lifted one foot, then the other.

The pajama bottoms moved stubbornly, peeling slowly down the smooth line of her calves. Wet fabric dragged along her skin, squeezing her thighs before slipping past her knees. Her calves gleamed, droplets rolling down like beads of glass.

When the cloth reached her ankles, Wang Xiao caught her foot in his hand to tug it free. His fingers closed around her pale arch, slick and delicate, the skin impossibly soft under his grip.

Her toes flexed instinctively, curling and stretching, brushing against his wrist. Small, perfect, faintly pink from the cold water. The sight and sensation together made his eye twitch.

He gripped tighter, thumb pressing into the sensitive flushed skin of her sole, feeling the faint pulse under her skin.

The heat of her foot contrasted against the cool water, fragile, supple, almost too comfortable to hold.

Wang Xiao’s gaze darkened. ’Don’t tell me...’

For a split second, the thought flickered, was he actually enjoying this?

A foot fetish?