Pondering while fixed onto his pale face and bewildered eyes, she remained deaf for a brief period before eventually opening her mouth. “Come with me, Lutiel.”


    His perturbed eyes followed her movement swiftly, watching as Zyponia came closer to him. However, before she did anything to his body, she simply went past him, leaving the attire on the bed. Only then did she repeat herself.


    “Follow me.”


    Immediately, she turned away from him before her usual, calm steps resumed. Glancing at her sweaty back fleetingly, Lutiel saw her getting closer to the doors, standing near the middle of the room as if he was frozen.


    Before she could open them, however, she stopped, slowly returning his gaze. “Are you going?” She asked with clear intent, and he replied duly.


    “Yes, my lady, please excuse me,” he said, quickly taking steps under the chime of the doors being opened. Leaving only once he had cleared up some distance, Zyponia’s leisurely walk played in the corridor of the top floor reserved only for the lady of the house.


    Passing by the few, but grand doors placed along the sparsely lit path, Lutiel saw as they had surpassed the room Zyponia usually used for research together with him. ‘Where are we going?’ He mused inwardly, not letting it out by any means.


    Yet, as they finally neared the very last door of the luxurious hallway stretching far and wide, he squinted his eyes. Although they were just as pleasant to look at and ostentatious as the other ones, the paleness of it reminded him of a certain one down at the ground floor.


    She quickly opened the door, making the sultry airs inside waft towards their faces immediately while a murky visioned place with soft and dim lights unveiled itself before the duo.


    ‘Why did she want me here?’ His thoughts meandered all around the place, circling about as the eyes couldn’t really believe what had been in front.


    Still, looking at and repeating his master’s actions, his bare feet placed themselves firmly along the glossy tiles, right after taking off his shoes and socks.


    In the very center, made from a gingerly metal that glistened every image out through its surface, stood a bath already filled to the top. Set firmly along the edges of the tub, a layer of foam lay meekly on the water’s surface while meeting with the air.


    His thoughts unable to properly judge the scene, the eyes widened after hearing a rustle of clothing. Pointing her back to him, two steps away from the bath, the dress of Zyponia began to slip down her shoulders, revealing sights he could only deem as forbidden for a slave like him.


    Folding over against her bottom, bare skin promptly revealed itself. Gleaming under the light, its smooth gloss went all throughout. Her sleek arms calmly rested on the sides, but the man’s eyes focused onto the middle of her back. The purple hair protected most of it, but he could still see the pronounced, yet not overly showing features.


    However, before his head could clear up, the dress fell all the way down to the bath’s tiles. And, as he glared at her fully nude buttocks, they moved promptly. The demon lord stepped over the edge, quickly sitting down inside the bathtub. Spilling over against the edges jauntily, the steamy waters only settled down a bit afterwards.


    Falling down on the tiles and sprawling out, the warm fluid traveled quickly, however, before it could get to the dress, the fabric was lifted up in the air, by none other than the prior wearer. Hovering over to the closed doors where the water wasn’t able to flow, the dress fell under the still bewildered look of Lutiel.


    The head of the demon lord turned to him before their gaze locked for a few silent moments.


    “Wash me,” she blurted out blankly, with apparent indifference scattered across her face. Nonetheless, starstruck, the man didn’t utter a single word, simply opening his mouth agape for a while.


    ‘What?’ The thought thundered across his mind, but the increasing glare coming off his lady started to almost pierce through him. So, clenching his approach, Lutiel spoke up.


    “Of course, my lady.”


    As the sentence poured out from his mouth, Zyponia’s head finally turned away. Once again focusing on her and not the situation he had been placed upon, he saw her body turned to the side, along the long side of the tub. Only revealing her collarbones and above, the rest was astutely hidden away by the bubbly, white foam.


    With a deep breath, he sighed after being practically next to the demon, but he didn’t retreat in the slightest. Rather, he pulled the sleeves of his uniform up, revealing the smooth skin around his barely hairy forearms.


    On quick legs, he moved to the other side of the bath before pooling some of the liquid soap in his palms. Using his undisturbed hand, he twisted the left and right handle accordingly before a warm stream began falling from the faucet, directly into the bath.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Although some of the tub’s insides began to spill over along the edges, it hadn’t teemed like a few moments prior.


    With his hands gleaming as the soapy waters dripped away into the bath, he turned his head towards the lady, whose pink eyes had been long since closed, her shoulders drooping about relaxedly.


    “My lady, where should I start?” He asked in a quieter tone than usual, even though nobody else could hear nor see them. “I’m not sure I’ve ever washed somebody else.”


    Letting the words bounce around through the waters, despite immediately reaching her ears, Zyponia remained in her state for a few seconds, only remotely leveraging her eyelids. Though, as her eyes lingered around the reflection of the surface, she fully opened them, looking up at the man.


    “Begin with the legs and move up,” in a concise and prompt manner, the lord soon closed her eyes again, letting the waters and the slave embrace her body.


    Looking at the droplet of sweat running down the bridge of her nose from the heat, dispersing off to the sea beneath, Lutiel quickly transferred his gaze down at the wall of foam. Stuck to her skin only above the chest, it shielded her from any greedy eyes below and beyond.


    No longer wasting any moments, his arms moved through the veils, a balmy sensation engulfing him. Although he had pulled up the sleeves seemingly enough, the tub was quite tall, wetting the fabrics crawling all the way up to his elbows.


    Swiftly, yet with a gentle touch, he looked through the waters with his hands. And almost immediately, both of his hands met the soft, but firm surface. Feeling the squishy part around his finger, he could tell he caught her right calf.


    Going down the path, towards her foot, Lutiel lifted the leg up meekly for a better control over the movements. Through a somewhat halted breath, he had already descended to the toes, the demon flinching vaguely as his fingers skimmed across the sole.


    Releasing a quickened breath, he quickly began to rub his hands across her skin, starting from the bottom of the right leg. All around, between every spot, he eventually reached the five toes, also putting in great effort to swab each crevice vigorously, though gently.


    Before long, he was already beginning to ascend her body, gradually going upwards. From the ankle, he swiftly loosened off most of the residual grime and sweat around the calf and below her knee, before any sort of soap could be applied.


    However, once he reached the thigh and above, he slowed his climb considerably. Similarly because of the part’s higher circumference, as well as the place he was beginning to reach. With his breath somewhat staggering, he began to massage the spots around her groin, however, he stopped promptly, a mild grasp surrounding his wrist.


    “Leave that place to me,” she said without opening her eyes in the slightest, grabbing onto his arm simultaneously. Having confirmed that he heard, Zyponia let go of the wrist, simply letting herself drown away into the warmth of the bath.


    “I’m sorry, my lady, I didn’t mean anything,” he tried to wriggle himself out with an apologetic excuse, but she didn’t react to the words very much, barely moving her head into a transient nod.


    Continuing on the matter, Lutiel once again started at the bottom, her left leg this time. From the sole to the calf and the thigh, quickly, but attentively all around, he arrived at the same spot, stopping just before her secluded place.


    “My lady, could you lean forward a bit?” He asked neatly after going around the tub, to which the girl moved almost immediately, revealing her back to him anew.


    Starting from the buttocks, he couldn’t rub them perfectly since she was sitting, but it didn’t seem to matter. Briskly moving away from the firm, curved flesh, he rubbed his hands around her loins and the stomach, slowly getting up all the way to her glabrous armpits.


    One by one, he took great care in cleansing the arms, scrubbing each finger as well as between them. Finishing both on the left and right side, just as he was about to venture off to the shoulders and the neck, he stopped in place, freezing subtly as he saw the round, pink eyes glancing into his depths.


    “Yes, my lady?”


    “What are you doing?” She asked with a tone that heard neither harsh, nor warm. Meanwhile, his eyebrows creased at the statement.


    “Yes?”


    “You haven’t washed my breasts yet,” she said bluntly, calmly awaiting a response.


    “...” He hesitated for a slight moment, however, his lips moved apart eventually. “I wouldn’t dare, my lady. I don’t want to anger you.”


    However, under the words’ graceful descent, Zyponia’s lips turned crooked on the sides before a titter left her mouth. Slightly, she lowered her head as her chest heaved up and down from the laughter. “Is that what you were worried about? I guess some things you never forget.”


    “You can touch them. They’re just flesh and skin anyways, even you have them yourself,” she added while raising her head up. Closing her eyes with a mellow smirk lingering on her face, Zyponia’s collarbones soon felt as the waters bounced off of her neckline, his arms waning the steady bath.


    On the side of the tub, Lutiel moved his hands below her boobs, each hand reserved for one. Unable to fully grasp the gentle skin, he didn’t ponder about it for too long, quickly moving on around the chest, washing away the area in the middle before finally grazing his fingers towards the center.


    Firmer compared to the soft skin around, his palms barely touched the nipples before he stopped all of a sudden. Glancing up, however, he only saw Zyponia’s steady and relaxed face. With his doubts eased, the man continued rubbing against the toughened skin, stopping once he felt them starting to tighten up.


    Without saying anything, after he cleaned off the neck, he moved onto the face, washing it with by far the most care.


    “My lady, I need to wet your hair. Cou-” he said, but just as he was about to finish, her body suddenly started to move. Opening her eyes, Zyponia quickly stood on her legs in the tub, revealing her wholly in front of him.


    His sight wavering as the foam slid down across her naked body, he shut his mouth completely, disbelief written all over. Glancing at the sparkling, bare skin all around, Lutiel’s eyes instinctively followed up, at the cusped, round nipples of a pinkish shade.


    “Leave it for the end. You can use the soap now,” she said, burrowing into his ears like a flash of bright light. Swiftly, he moved over to the faucet, squirting the liquid soap onto the sponge before dampening and squishing it.