"You are jealous of something that is not comparable," he said simply. "That is your mistake. Now listen carefully."
He stood and began to walk slowly before them.
"I touched Wei Shui because she was dying," he continued, his tone taking on an educational quality but not even a slightest twinkle of apology.
"I touched her because that was what the situation required. I showed her gentleness because her weakness required it."
"That care was never something I would offer to you, nor would you want it." He paused before them.
"I treat some people coldly," he said. "Would you want me to treat you coldly as well? Of course not. Because it's unpleasant to be treated as such."
"So don't expect everything I do for other people to also be done for you. Different people receive different things. You receive what is appropriate for your position. That's all."
He looked at them both, his expression completely unaffected by their distress.
"Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," they said quietly, understanding settling over them like a weight.
"Good," Luo He said. "Now, let's address your actual behavior today." Both women tensed immediately.
"You deliberately mocked me in public," he continued, his voice ice-cold. "In front of Wei Chen. You extended beyond the boundaries I set.
You embarrassed me. You made me appear as if I cannot control my own wives." He stood and began to pace slowly before them.
"A man who cannot control his own household is not a man worthy of respect," he said. "I don't care what others think of me."
"But I care about what I think of myself. What kind of husband allows his wives to mock him publicly?" Neither woman spoke.
"So the question is simple," he said, stopping before them. "Will you ever do this again?"
"No," both women answered immediately.
"No, husband. Never."
Before he could continue, they both moved closer.
One woman caught his arm with both hands, holding it tightly as if afraid he might walk away. The other grabbed his sleeve, her eyes already beginning to redden.
"We're sorry."
"We really are."
Their voices lacked the confidence they normally carried. There was only regret.
"Please don't be angry."
"We know we were wrong."
As they spoke, they unconsciously edged even closer, clinging to his arm while looking up at him with anxious expressions.
"It won't happen again."
"We promise."
Luo He studied them for a long moment without speaking.
The silence made them even more nervous. Their grip tightened slightly, as though they were trying to convince him through sheer sincerity.
Only after a while did his expression soften. "Come here," he said, his voice warmer now, but also commanding.
Both women approached hesitantly.
And Luo He pulled them into an embrace, one arm around each. He held them without speaking, his touch firm but highly comforting.
After a moment, he pulled back and looked at them both. "You won't do it again?" he asked, his tone completely neutral.
"No," they whispered. "That's my little angels." He said, and rubbed their heads with an loving gesture. It wasn't just affection. It was also acknowledgment.
Then his voice dropped very low, becoming almost a whisper. He drew both women close, positioning himself between them, his mouth close to both their ears.
"You two were so eager to mock me in public," he whispered. And there was something in his tone that made their breathing quicken immediately.
"So eager to embarrass your husband. So eager to act as though I was practically irresistible to you." He paused.
"So now you two have me in private," he continued, his voice dripping with that particular mockery, "and no one is watching. So why aren't your hands on me?"
"Aren't you supposed to find me highly irresistible? Didn't you say I was... what was it... oh, tasty? That you couldn't keep your hands off me?"
Jin Mulan's face flushed deeply, remembering their words from the afternoon performance. "What's holding you back now?" he asked mockingly.
"You made me wait all day. You made me anticipate your company. And now I'm offering myself to you willingly. So why aren't you taking what you wanted so badly?"
Something in his mocking tone triggered something within both women. They exchanged a quick glance, and then, almost simultaneously, they moved toward him.
After more than three hours of unrelenting intimacy, Luo He finally collapsed onto the bed between the two beauties.
His chest rising and falling with mild exertion. For someone who typically remained lethargic, the display of such unbridled energy was remarkable.
Ning Jia, her skin still flushed and glistening, propped herself up on one elbow and studied him with mildly curious eyes.
"Husband," she said, her voice carrying the satisfied drawl of someone thoroughly pleasured moments before. "You're not yourself today." She added.
"You normally lay back comfortably, letting us sisters do all the work. So what made you go on this... rampage?"
Luo He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached out and dragged both women close by their waists, pulling them against him with a possessiveness that was not rare for him.
They fell easily onto his chest, their naked bodies relaxed and unashamed, listening to the rapid beating of his heart as it gradually slowed.
Jin Mulan, traced lazy patterns across his chest. "My husband has remarkable stamina," she remarked thoughtfully.
"Both of us are thoroughly exhausted after three hours. Yet you were actively engaged with both of us simultaneously and still appeared strong enough to continue."
"Yes." Ning Jia added, her fingers intertwining with her sister-wife's. "Something is definitely different about you today."
Luo He remained silent for a long moment, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling.
When he finally spoke, his voice carried a vulnerability that even his closest kin really heard.
"You two beauties acting all seductive, it's a dream I've harbored for some time. Today I allowed myself to experience it firsthand, and it surpassed anything imagination could have conjured."
He paused, his hand moving to caress the small of Jin Mulan's back. "My blood has been boiling while I craved your company."
"But circumstances required me to suppress these urges for quite some time. As there was a life at stake."
Jin Mulan lifted her head and kissed his collarbone gently. "We are always happy to supply for your needs, husband. If you have new suggestions for our bedroom activities, please feel free to ask."
"We enjoy exploring them with you. Especially when it's unusual." She added with a hint of sugar in her voice. Ning Jia nodded eagerly.
"Yes. We like doing things with you. Specially the unconventional ones."
Luo He's lips curved into a subtle smile.
"Perhaps another time. For now, I simply want to hold on to my loving wives, having them close to me is a luxury."
He adjusted his position and drew them closer, resting one hand on each of their buttocks. He began gently touching them with quiet affection and genuine care.
His wives lay completely bare against him, their skin unmarked by shame, totally exposed without even a blanket to cover them.
This was how he preferred them. In the earlier days, this freedom had been difficult for them to embrace.
When Luo He first insisted they remain naked after intimacy, Jin Mulan had been particularly resistant.
It had taken considerable time, patience, and persistent reassurance for her to internalize that her body was nothing to hide, especially in the warmth of their chambers.
When Ning Jia had arrived and been subjected to the same expectations, the situation had shifted.
The two sisters, finding support in each other, had gradually transformed their reluctance into confidence.
Now, months later, both women had become shameless in the truest sense. Not shameless in behavior, but free from the invisible chains society had wrapped around their bodies.
"We're in warm rooms," Luo He had told them countless times. "And you've just shown me every intimate part of yourselves already. Haven't you'll ?"
"What purpose does hiding serve now? You're both delicately beautiful in unique ways. Don't hide. Show me what you possess. Be proud of your beauty."
His philosophy was revolutionary.
Even if he didn't frame it that way.
He was feminist long before the concept had a name. Not because he'd studied it or believed in it as ideology.
But because he genuinely couldn't understand why his wives should diminish themselves.
Unlike many men of his station, Luo He didn't expect his women to simply accept what they were given. He actively encouraged them to take what they wanted.
To voice their desires, to initiate what pleased them. And most remarkably, he seemed to genuinely enjoy his wives taking control in bed.