Emilia opened the door and stopped for a second before entering slowly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

She was no longer wearing her elegant red dress. Instead, she stood in the doorway wearing only a luxurious white bathrobe that clung to her voluptuous figure.

The robe was tied loosely at the waist, the fabric slightly parted at the top to reveal a generous amount of deep, creamy cleavage. Her long black hair was let down, cascading over one shoulder, and her beautiful, mature face carried a mix of hesitation and something darker, the same conflicted look she had after the lights came on earlier.

Emilia closed the door behind her with a soft click and stood there for a moment, her eyes slowly traveling over my naked body in the jacuzzi.

"Oh, I’m sorry," Emilia said, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she stood in the doorway. She was clearly acting, putting on an exaggerated look of surprise and embarrassment, even though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I thought you and Aria would be... done by now."

She bit her lower lip and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, pretending to be flustered.

The way she clutched the front of her bathrobe and avoided direct eye contact was almost theatrical, like she was playing the part of the shy girl who had accidentally walked in.

"I was still waiting for Aria," I replied calmly, my eyes slowly tracing over her figure. "She hasn’t come yet."

"Oh..." Emilia murmured, still acting hesitant. She slid one arm underneath her heavy breasts, lifting them slightly as she adjusted her robe, making her cleavage even more prominent. "I was so tired after today... I really wanted to use the jacuzzi. Maybe I should come back later?"

She said the words, but her body language betrayed her. Her eyes kept flicking between my face and the churning water, clearly tempted.

I leaned back comfortably against the smooth marble edge of the jacuzzi, the warm water swirling around me, and gave her a knowing smile.

"If you don’t mind sharing, you can join me. There’s plenty of room."

Emilia bit her lower lip, hesitating for just a second. The blush on her cheeks deepened, but after a brief internal struggle, she stepped further into the room. Her bare feet padded softly against the tiled floor as she approached the edge of the jacuzzi.

"Are you sure?" she asked sweetly, her fingers toying with the belt of her robe. "I wouldn’t want to intrude if you’re still waiting for Aria..."

"I don’t know when Aria will come," I said, my eyes never leaving her. "To be honest, I was getting bored sitting here all alone."

The way her milky body looked in that loosely tied bathrobe was driving me crazy. Her full breasts strained against the soft fabric, and the hem barely reached the top of her smooth thighs. There was no way in hell I was letting her leave now.

"Please join me," I added, my voice low and inviting as I gestured with my hand toward the bubbling jacuzzi.

Emilia’s lips curved into a shy little smile. "If you say so..." she whispered, still pretending to be hesitant, though the playful glint in her eyes told a different story.

She slowly reached down and untied the belt of her bathrobe. The knot slipped open easily, and she made no effort to catch the falling fabric. With a graceful shrug of her shoulders, she let the white robe slide down her arms. It glided over her smooth skin and pooled silently around her feet on the tiled floor.

She stood completely naked in front of me.

The royal banquet was still going on downstairs, full of music, laughter, and high-society guests, but up here in this private room, the atmosphere had become dangerously intimate.

Lady Emilia — Aria’s mother, the same powerful, elegant woman who had caught me in a compromising position earlier that day, was now standing in front of me wearing nothing, her eyes unable to fully look away from my exposed body.

Her large, milky breasts were fully revealed, heavy, round, and perfectly shaped, with soft pink nipples already slightly hardened from the warm, steamy air.

Her waist curved beautifully into wide, feminine hips, and between her thighs sat a neatly trimmed little bush of dark hair above her smooth, puffy pussy lips. The sight of her bare body made my breath catch.

I was genuinely shocked. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, not even panties. She had come to the jacuzzi fully prepared, clearly hoping this exact situation would happen.

The realization sent a rush of heat through me.

Emilia stood there for a moment, letting me drink in the sight of her naked body.

I sat there openly admiring her naked body, my eyes roaming without shame, from her heavy, milky breasts down to the soft curve of her belly and the neatly trimmed little bush above her pussy. The warm steam from the jacuzzi swirled around us as I drank in every inch of her.

Emilia blushed furiously under my intense gaze. She quickly brought one arm up to cover her breasts, hiding her stiff pink nipples, while her other hand shyly dropped between her thighs to cover her pussy.

She stood there, pretending to be embarrassed, even though her body was clearly reacting with arousal.

"I’m sorry... you have to look at an older woman’s body like this," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of shyness and playful self-consciousness.

She shifted slightly, as if she wanted to hide herself more, but the way her fingers pressed against her soft flesh only made the sight more enticing.

"Don’t think like that," I said, my voice low and hungry. "You look incredible, Emilia. Seriously... you’re stunning. Please, come in."

Emilia’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at my direct compliment, but I could see the pleased sparkle in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, still pretending to be shy as she kept one arm over her breasts and one hand between her thighs.

I shifted to the side in the jacuzzi and reached my hand out toward her. "Come on," I encouraged softly.