Novel & Cerita Bathhouse Stories

I murmured softly to myself. The last rays of the setting sun shining in from the glass panes of the windows high up towards the ceiling and the ceiling itself made the place look magical. The bath resembled more of a swimming pool than an actual bath because it was so large. Just like the outside, the place had a roman vibe and there were more than ten large roman statues in various poses that were acting like they were pouring water into the bath. I almost scoffed at the ridiculousness of cleaning all those large statues in the span of one night.

THE BATHING ROOM was tiny, dingy and smelled like piss. It was dimly lit with a torch that did little to provide light. It was lined with tiny cubicle-like bathroom stalls about ten of them. The stalls each had no doors, one small shower head fixed above and green algae growing on the walls. The room was filled with the sound of some of the girls crying. Some of the women working at the brothel were just leaving the bathroom when we entered. Madam Claire stood at a corner of the bathroom quietly inspecting us with the help of two of her goons.

SYDNEY The water fell in a steady cascade, its rhythmic patter against the tiles a counterpoint to the turmoil raging within. It was as if the bathroom had become a sanctuary, a refuge where I sought solace from the maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me. Each droplet held a promise of healing, a gentle touch that sought to mend the fractures in my soul. Closing my eyes, I allowed the steam to envelop me, its warmth cocooning me in a tender embrace. Yet, even in this sanctuary, my mind was a tempest, unwilling to grant me respite. The scene at the bar played out in relentless loops, each repetition etching itself deeper into the recesses of my consciousness. The words, the gestu

They greeted me with respectful bows, their eyes filled with a curious mix of pity and something else I couldn't quite decipher. Without a word, they whisked me away, leading me to a spacious room adorned in opulent luxury. A magnificent clawfoot bathtub dominated the center, filled with steaming water and fragrant bubbles. "Your bath is prepared, Luna," one of the handmaidens, a young woman with gentle brown eyes, announced softly. "Would you like anything else?" "No, thank you," I replied, my voice raspy. "Just some time alone." They bowed again and exited the room, leaving me alone with the swirling water and the weight of my decision. Stripping off my clothes, I climbed into the bath, th

I want to danger her. The bath house was empty when I arrived. A perfect opportunity for me to release all my stress in the shower. I was in the middle of taking off my clothes when I heard noise from outside. I ignored it, thinking that it was just other trainees who went here to bath. A few seconds later, and I'm now fully undressed, but one still enters. I off the shower, and glanced at the entrance. There was a little hallway there that blocks the actual bathroom. I don't see anyone, but for some reason. I can feel someone watching me.

The sound of running water resounded, and the scent of shower gel began to waft through the room. Because the bathroom door was made of glass, Dominic's muscular body could be seen faintly behind the glass. As Dominic was leaving, Bertha took her cell phone and texted someone. The main content is to announce the success of the plan. Then she turned off her cell phone and started lying down. Bertha showed herself as a pitiful person.

“…Shower.” “Yes. The bathroom is just through there.” She gestured toward a door I hadn’t noticed. flush with the wall, seamless. My face heated instantly. “Oh. Um. Sure,” I said, nodding like this was a completely normal Tuesday activity. “Because obviously.” I grabbed my bag tighter, suddenly very aware that I was in Christof Gustavo’s house, about to bathe in his guest bathroom. If I told this story on a podcast, it’ll fetch a fortune.

Heat clung to my skin before thought did. Steam filled my lungs in slow, dragging breaths. My limbs ached in stages—from the deep bruising of hips and throat to the raw, slick tenderness between my thighs. When my eyes blinked open, they saw only haze. Pale gold light rippled across a ceiling I didn’t recognize. The bathhouse. I was in the bathhouse. One of the smaller pools, by the looks of it. Stone-carved. Quiet. The water was warm—too warm. My hair floated like ink in the space around me. My body was limp, weightless, useless.

But I have to grow a pair of balls and face my actions sooner rather than later. I head into the adjoining bathroom first and decide to have a bath first. Everest told me he owned the cabin for a few years now and he spent a few summers doing the place up. It really is amazing and not shabby at all. I guess that’s the perk of being an architect. The bathroom has a single marble bathtub with a hand-held shower head and next to the tub is a huge glass wall with a thick fur tree right outside. I strip out of my clothes as I wait for the tub to fill and when it’s almost to the top, I shut the faucets off and climb into the steaming hot water.

I huffed as Dominic scooped me in his arms and headed straight towards the bathroom which had the same Great Bath area like the one we saw at the tribal forest, except that this was more elegant with a variety of rose petals floating in it and unique dragon statues bordering majestically around it, from whose mouths water came gushing out into the huge, square shaped bath tub. It was basically a royal mini pool for bathing ! “It is for all the times that you troubled me in class and confused my heart in the dorm when you first came,” Kai replied with an amused chuckle while Dominic placed me gently in the warm, relaxing scented water. “Anybody could have walked in, in the kitchen !” I exclai