“Aina, tonight… let me… serve you with Backwashing…”
Just as Aina Saiten was still confused about why her boyfriend had returned, squeezing into this cramped but warm bathroom with her, she heard Kaoru Hoshitani’s words, as soft as a mosquito’s buzz and carrying a faint, trembling breath.
She looked up to see Akane lightly pressing his lips together, the color deeper and more alluring than usual.
His long lashes drooped, casting a tiny, uneasy shadow beneath his eyes, while his cheeks were tinged with a thin, seductive blush.
He looked incredibly nervous, as if speaking these words had used up all his courage at this moment.
“Ah…”
In that instant, Aina Saiten felt her brain overload like a short-circuiting wire.
After all, what woman could stay calm and rational on a night like this, faced with the beautiful person before her, just out of the bath, radiating a fresh fragrance, and draped in a loose Bathrobe that made him seem even more slender?
Especially when he said “serve you with Backwashing” in that shy, barely audible, trembling tone—no one could keep their composure.
A wave of surprise, flustered delight, and intense excitement surged straight to her head, making her cheeks flush hot.
But she quickly caught a faint sense of something unusual amidst the shock.
She realized her boyfriend’s state wasn’t only one of desire.
The tight line of his lips, his slightly trembling fingertips, and the flicker in his gaze all hinted at a deeper, inexpressible awkwardness and…
A near-desperate urgency, as if staking everything on this.
At once, she turned sideways, moving away from the doorway to make space for Kaoru Hoshitani to enter—her movements even a little panicked.
“Thank you… Close the door.”
Kaoru Hoshitani’s ears burned red, his head bowed low. Like a slippery fish, he slipped past her and into the bathroom, where the mist hadn’t yet fully cleared.
Seeing his girlfriend still standing there, staring at him, he bit his lower lip in embarrassment and shame, his voice trembling even more as he reminded her softly.
“Oh, oh… Okay, okay.”
Only when she heard her boyfriend’s soft urging did Aina Saiten feel as if the Detention Spell had finally been lifted.
She turned quickly, fumbling with the bathroom door until it closed with a click, and even checked absentmindedly to make sure it was locked.
After all this, she turned back to look at the beautiful figure, eyebrows lowered in the lingering steam, quiet and fragile like an ink painting.
Unconsciously, she swallowed; her throat felt dry. Testing the waters, with a hint of uncertainty, she asked:
“Akane, are we… are we going to…?”
“Aren’t you going to bathe? Of course… of course you have to undress first…”
Hearing his girlfriend say something so “clueless,” Kaoru Hoshitani couldn’t tell if she was truly naive or just teasing him on purpose.
Heat rushed to his head, embarrassment and frustration flaring up until he almost exploded.
He looked up at her with water-bright eyes, half pouting, half helplessly urging her on.
The blush on his cheeks crept all the way down his neck, sharply contrasting with the pale skin exposed at the Bathrobe’s collar.
Urged on by his shy, slightly petulant look, Aina Saiten felt as if someone had hit the fast-forward button.
Her heart thudded wildly, and even her fingers fumbled.
Soon, she had shed all the clothes dusted by the outside world, hurriedly stacking them on the Laundry Machine’s lid.
Now she stood beneath the warm bathroom lights, showing a body that was still well-shaped, though slightly lacking in muscle tone due to too much desk work.
But as soon as Kaoru Hoshitani’s gaze touched her body, he couldn’t stop himself.
Like being bitten by a venomous snake, he suddenly remembered the not-so-distant moment in the dim warehouse: that tanned, powerful body, full of aggression and strength, that could pin him in the air as easily as a puppet…
The sharp, sickening contrast was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, making him shiver.
But almost at the same time, he seemed stung by his own thoughts, shaking his head violently as if to throw out those terrifying, irrelevant memories from his mind—banishing them from this private world that belonged only to him and Aina.
He took a deep breath, as if he’d made some kind of decision.
He gestured for Aina Saiten to sit on the bathroom’s special little Plastic Stool.
Then, with hands trembling ever so slightly, he slowly undid the sash around his waist.
The soft gray Bathrobe fell like petals, sliding down his delicate skin and pooling at his feet.
Like a bamboo shoot stripped of its shell, he knelt completely exposed on the cold and warm tiled floor.
The chill of the tiles seeped in through his knees, forming a strange contrast to the swirling emotions inside.
With one hand, he picked up the Shower Head hanging on the wall and adjusted the temperature, letting warm water flow evenly over Aina’s back.
With the other, he squeezed out a little sweetly fragrant shower gel, working it into rich, delicate foam in his palm, and then began to scrub his girlfriend’s back inch by inch, with a care that bordered on reverence.
At first his movements were awkward and tense, but soon they became smooth and gentle. The pads of his fingers pressed just right, gliding across her skin.
Meanwhile, Aina Saiten, seated on the Plastic Stool, closed her eyes and sank completely into this unexpected service.
The warm water washed over her skin, and her boyfriend’s gentle, if a bit clumsy, massage chased away all the fatigue of the day.
She squinted contentedly, like a cat being petted, letting out a barely audible sigh of satisfaction from her throat.
But when the foam on her back was washed clean by the warm water, leaving her skin fresh again, a strange new sensation came from behind.
It wasn’t a hand, nor the touch of bubbles, but something cool, wonderfully elastic and soft, closely following the line of her spine, moving slowly in a rhythmic motion.
It turned out Kaoru Hoshitani had set down the Shower Head, leaned in, and used his own body… as the most natural “bath sponge” and “massage tool.”
He adjusted his posture slightly, letting his soft, elastic body press and rub against his girlfriend’s back, leaving only his own clean scent in this unique way.
Come to think of it, though they’d long been used to bathing together and seeing each other unclothed was nothing new, to be so thoroughly, creatively, and selflessly served by her boyfriend like this was still a first for Aina Saiten.
Feeling that indescribable, marvelous softness and subtle friction against her back, Aina Saiten was suddenly hit by a wave of bittersweet happiness that almost made her cry.
For a moment, she wondered if she was so happy her soul had left her body and ascended to the legendary Heaven.
This was truly Imperial-level Enjoyment!
“Mm… the back… the back is done, now… now it’s time for the front…”
Kaoru Hoshitani’s voice came from very close behind, slightly breathless after the effort and thick with shyness, so soft it was nearly a whisper.
So comfortable she’d nearly melted into the Stool, Aina Saiten’s heart gave a violent leap at her boyfriend’s barely-audible, judgment-like words, and she couldn’t help but become even more nervous and expectant.
After all, just having her back washed had nearly sent her soul flying—what would come next…?
But the next moment, what made her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate in shock was—
Through the reflection in the bathroom mirror, she clearly saw her kneeling boyfriend reach for a plain Hair Tie from the nearby shelf—the one he usually used.
Then, with movements clumsy but quick, he gathered up his damp, jet-black hair and tied it high, turning himself into a neat and refreshing high ponytail!
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