When Ivy Shen entered the Pleasure Pavilion, the first thing she saw was an incredibly long corridor. Red lanterns hung from the wooden ceiling, adding a festive air to what would otherwise be a quiet hallway. Ivy couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile—she hadn’t expected this guy’s place to be so nice. Even the bathhouse was bigger than her old home!
The constant sounds of splashing and water—‘swish, splash, thunk’—came from up ahead. She didn’t need to guess; it was obviously the bath.
Walking down the corridor and around a low artificial rockery, she soon spotted a figure pacing back and forth in the distance—clearly waiting for someone.
Seeing the situation, Ivy didn't hesitate and walked over. The man pacing back and forth immediately bowed when he saw her. "Miss, your husbands have been waiting ages for you," he said, sneaking a nervous glance at the direction of the splashing sounds.
Following his gaze, Ivy looked ahead. A large white curtain separated the space, making the scene look exactly like those men’s bathhouses you see on TV.
“Miss, you should hurry in,” the attendant urged.
Hearing this, Ivy took a deep breath and stepped forward. But just as she was about to lift the curtain, a pleasant voice sounded from inside, making her pause.
"Let that fool be yours tonight—the three of you can deal with her." The voice was deep and magnetic, but had a 'don't come near me' vibe.
“If she wants to drop dead tonight, I honestly wouldn’t mind.” This voice sounded incredibly lazy, but was chillingly cold.
“Hey, why are you all looking at me? Are we even close?” This voice was obviously tired and annoyed.
“Um... um... s-since tonight is our wedding night, I... I think the one who came in first... should be the one to serve her...” This voice was so soft and timid it was almost pitiful.
“You bookworm, are you looking for trouble?” The magnetic voice instantly turned icy at the scholar’s words.
“Haha, for once the scholar’s got the right idea. Tonight’s all yours—enjoy!” The other two actually agreed for once.
Hearing all this, Ivy standing outside the curtain couldn't help but smirk. Oh, they don't want to deal with 'her'? Big mood, same. Back in the 21st century, she had suitors lined up out the door and never batted an eye—like she's gonna lose her head just because she transmigrated? She'd been wracking her brain for a way to bail on this, and now they've basically handed her a get-out-of-jail-free card. Bless!
“Been standing out there long enough, haven’t you?” The icy voice drifted out from inside, sending a chill down Ivy’s spine. But thanks to years of taekwondo practice, she quickly regained her composure, took a deep breath, and strode right in.
"Ah—!" Ivy squeaked, clapping a hand over her mouth. Total loss of dignity, but honestly, who wouldn't? She'd hyped herself up to walk in, only to be greeted by four half-naked guys. Their upper bodies were covered in cream-colored gauze, but after soaking in the pool, the fabric clung to their skin—basically see-through. This couldn't get more awkward if she tried. Someone please reboot her brain.
Gulp. Ivy swallowed hard. Are these guys even real? How is it possible for all four of them to be this outrageously hot?!