Aísē: My Five Supernatural Wives

I stirred from my sleep as a yawn escaped from my lips; I blinked, chasing away the remnants of slumber. Glancing at the clock, I realized that I had been napping for a solid three hours, far longer than I had intended to. "Sigh," I mumbled, rubbing my head as I sat up. "I only wanted a short nap".

As I stood up from the bed, I stretched my limbs and looked around the room, spotting the bathroom door. "So I have that in my room, huh? Convenient," I said to myself, and walked towards the door.

Just as I reached for the handle, a sudden realization dawned upon me, but it was too late, as the door was already swinging open.

The sound of running water filled my ears as I froze in shock at the incredible sight before me.

My Sixth wife....

Or at least the one who is going to be my sixth wife...

Aisha stood under the shower, her form naked and glistening under the spray of water. She froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in surprise and embarrassment as they locked with mine.

"Y-yo-you!" Aisha stuttered her words, broken, her face flushing a deep crimson as she quickly tried to cover her naked body with her hands.

But her actions did little to diminish the eroticism of the scene as the droplets of water clung to her jadelike skin, only serving to accentuate her divine curves.

"EROTIC," I muttered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.

But before I could even begin to process the situation, the bathroom door slammed shut in my face with a resounding thud.

"Damn!" I cursed under my breath as I leaned against the doorframe to regain my composure.

....

After a few minutes...Aisha came out of the Bathroom with a very annoyed look as she somehow managed to get dressed inside.

'Did she bring her clothes inside with her?' I thought for a moment, but immediately shook my head to think of a way to calm the coming storm.

Silence stretched between us as the atmosphere turned thick with tension and unspoken words.

After what felt like an eternity, I cautiously approached Aisha and kneeled before her, who was sitting on the bed with an angry expression.

She was fully clothed in a casual shirt and pants; however, her eyes were no longer obscured by a blindfold, making her look angrier. The intensity of her glare made my blood run cold.

She crossed her legs and leaned forward with a menacing posture that spoke volumes of her anger. "Umm...So thank you?" I muttered weakly, unsure of how to respond to the situation I had clumsily stumbled upon.

But my words only seemed to fuel her fury as her eyes narrowed further, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at me like a lion eyeing its prey.

Aisha's glare intensified, her eyes flashing with a fury that seemed to consume her entire being. "Thank you? Huh...Is that what you are supposed to say after defiling my purity for the second time?" she spat venomously with disgust.

I thought it would lighten the mood, but it only served to make her glare harder. "Ummm, I guess sorry then," I muttered, attempting a sheepish smile, "But that was truly a treat for the eyes, so thank you again".

My attempt at humor fell flat again, as Aisha's expression darkened even further.

She leaned back slightly, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"You...you..." she stammered, seemingly at a loss for words. The air between us crackled with tension as she struggled to contain her anger.

'Ah, it might get ugly.' Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, but I soon thought of an Idea.

I leaned in closer to her as my lips brushed against Aisha's ear and whispered an accusatory question, "But it was you who decided to shower in my room, so who is the guilty one, eh?"

My words seemed to catch her off guard, and for a moment, her anger faltered. She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine as if trying to gauge something. "I....I..." she stammered, her cheeks flushed into a deeper shade of red.

Suddenly, she pushed me away with a surprising amount of force as she scrambled off the bed as if the very mattress had burned her ass.

"Don't you dare to turn this around on me!" she snapped, pointing her fingers at me, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You are the one who walked in without knocking!"

Despite her protest, I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes darted away from me, a subtle sign that my words had struck a chord.

A mischievous smile played on my lips as I noticed Aisha's subtle reactions, the way she avoided my gaze, the flush creeping up her neck. It was clear that she was not entirely unaffected by our encounter.

"You know, "I murmured, taking a step closer to her."I've always wondered why you wear that blindfold all the time."

I reached out, gently brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Is it because you're afraid to look someone in the eye? Afraid they might see the truth behind your saintly facade?"

My fingers lingered on her skin, tracing the delicate curve of her jawline. Aisha trembled slightly under my touch, her breath hitching in her throat.

I leaned in closer, my lips barely an inch away from hers as I spoke the words that hung heavy in the air between us, "That you are actually a naughty saintess," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aisha's eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she stared back at me for a moment. It seemed as if she might push me away again, but instead she remained frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath.

Slowly and deliberately, I closed the distance between us as I pressed my lips against hers in a kiss that was equal parts gentle and demanding. She stiffened initially, but then melted into the embrace, her hands gripping the fabric of my shirt tightly.

I deepened the kiss, my lips moving against hers with increasing urgency. The sound of our mangled breaths and the soft wet noises of our lips meeting filled the room. "Mmm...Ahhh..." Aisha gasped softly as I traced the seam of her lips with my tongue, a silent, demanding entrance.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as she parted her lips, allowing me to explore her mouth. Our tongues danced and tangled, the kiss growing more passionate by the second. "Su...Suck..." I murmured against her lips before capturing her lower lip between my teeth and biting down gently.

"Mhmmmm..Ahnnn..Val~"

Aisha whimpered, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I slid my hands down to her waist, gripping her hips possessively as I pressed her back against the wall.

I slowly began to unbutton Aisha's Shirt, my fingers brushing against her heated skin with each exposed inch.

But before I could reveal more, she suddenly broke the kiss, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"No...just don't go further than this, please," she whispered, turning her gaze away with a deep blush staining her cheeks.

Her words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, snapping me out of the momentary haze of desire.

I paused, my hands hovering over the remaining buttons as I searched her face.

"Aisha..."I murmured, concern etched into my features."Are you okay? Did I...did I push you too far?"

My heart ached at the thought of having crossed a line of taking advantage of her in any way.

Aisha's eyes dimmed the familiar white glow, fading as she spoke, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. "I'm fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just...don't go further than that. It might be bad for both of us".

As she spoke, I noticed a few strands of her pristine white hair slowly darkening to black, a chilling reminder of the corruption that plagued her.

My heart sank as the realization hit me.

"Is this really serious?" I murmured, my voice heavy with concern."That corruption thing..."

I reached out hesitantly, gently brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Aisha, talk to me, "I pleaded softly."What's happening to you? How can I help?"

Aisha's words sent a chill down my spine, the implications of her corruption weighing heavily on my mind. "I already told you," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation."It's just what happens when saints' minds get corrupted by evil thoughts."

She turned her gaze back to me, her eyes pleading. "But it's fine," she insisted."As long as I think it's not filthy, it's fine. Just...continue what you were doing."

Her words hung in the air between us, a silent plea for me to ignore the warning signs and give in to the temptation. A part of me wanted to lose myself in the moment and forget about the consequences.

But another part, a stronger part, refused to let go. I couldn't ignore the corruption that was slowly consuming her, no matter how much she urged me to.

Then my heart raced as I processed Aisha's words, a glimmer of hope sparking within me. "So, is there a way to fix this?" I asked eagerly, my voice filled with a mix of desperation and relief.

Aisha hesitated, her gaze drifting away from mine once more. "It...it will be solved when we formally get married," she muttered softly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.