Immediately, as the foam engulfed his right hand, he saw the lady move to the tiles and stand there turned towards him. Looking at her slave with a slight smirk, she already had her crotch and chest covered with the arms.


    “You don’t have to strain your eyes away now,” she said with an increasing gleam, but the straight face around him didn’t respond, focused on coming over and covering her body with the soap.


    Unlike before, he first started with the top of her. Standing behind, the foam came out as he tightened his hand,  spreading it out all over her back. Gently, but with a firm grip, he moved the sponge in circular motions, moving down towards her butt.


    However, as he did, Lutiel crouched down on the side, not intending to stare at the place directly in front of it. Gliding across her inner thigh all the way down, his right hand quickly covered all the space around her feet since the soles were kept hidden.


    Finishing the calf and shin just as swiftly, he also didn’t meander when it came to the thigh. Changing the sides, he repeated the motions before moving to the front, where the lady observed him with keen eyes, as though she saw everything while he was behind her.


    Crouching once again near her legs, he finished scrubbing the empty spots he had gone over before. However, as his eyes lingered there, he couldn’t help but steal a glance at the right hand covering the place she previously forbade him from going to.


    Even if the senses inside him rattled up increasingly, he couldn’t help it. Though, once he saw the short, purple threads peeking through between her fingers, his eyes quickly moved away, focusing on finishing the areas at a faster pace.


    Roughly a breath or two after, he began standing up, only to take just a few moments and finish covering her torso and arms with the foamy soap.


    “Only the hair is left, my lady,” he said with a calm face, increasing the amusement around the demon’s face.


    “Alright, remember to rub the soap in, okay?” She asked, going inside the tub without hearing out the answer.


    “Yes, my lady.”


    Hearing as the water splashed around the edges under her descent, he also saw as all of the soap washed away immediately, her body glimmering through the dim lights to a greater extent.


    Grabbing onto the edges, she sat in the middle of the bath before leaning her head back, awaiting his touch. Not disappointing her, the man quickly supported the head with one hand before washing up the purple hairs with the other.


    Lowering it to the point of submerging all of the strands together, he made sure for nothing to escape down the nose.


    Letting go, she moved up on her own towards the edge of the bath where he could take the slick hairs outside. Recalling the actions of Raeyine when he was the one sitting in the water, he repeated her actions before coming over to the soap dispenser and taking a few squirts onto his palm.


    Halving and leaving it on top of her head, he rubbed the residual soap with his palms before applying it softly throughout her long strands, making sure to do it thoroughly.


    Brisk moments after, Lutiel finally moved to the top, sprawling out the soap along the surface evenly before starting to massage it into the skin. Only when the soap foamed up did he finally stop, ready to lower her head, however, the demon didn’t budge.


    “Keep going,” she muttered softly, under the calm silence.


    Obliging to her orders, Lutiel rubbed his fingers through her head the same way, stopping only once she had enough.


    “That’s alright. You can go now,” she said, the hair continuously foamy. With her head still turned away from him, she continued. “Thank you, you did good.”


    “Yes, my lady,” he said while a face of indifference settled about him. Turning away, he didn’t bother washing his hands, heading straight for the pale doors.


    …


    Set throughout the space of her orderly desk, Zyponia grabbed the pale piece of paper from the surface. Walking through her bedroom with the windows showing nothing but curtains of darkness, her body had already put on the loosely hanging, pink gown.


    Although the fabric was basically see-through, she added underwear beneath. Slowly, the girl made her way towards the large bed with red curtains, matching the shades of the carpet.


    Falling down gently, no squeaks spread out from below, letting the demon’s eyes skim through the paper in utter peace. However, as she actually saw it properly, her eyebrows rose slightly while moving up from her back.


    Sitting down on the duvet, her eyes went from one corner to another briskly, holding the page with both hands. All of a sudden, they widened. Crumbling the page around her grasp, it came closer to her face, as though she didn’t believe the words.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    She quickly let go of the paper with one hand, using it to leverage herself off the bed. On hasty feet, Zyponia’s hairs swayed in the space as her body fell to the chair. Putting the sheet on the desk deliberately, the demon could be seen contemplating on it profusely, with vision that didn’t leave it no matter what.


    Yet, as she read through the tens of minute lines packed densely against each other, she quickly looked down at her limbs. From finger and forearms all the way to her legs, she inspected every bit of herself with a perplexed mien.


    Then, after a few tens of breaths had passed, she went back to the paper before her eyes widened once again. Turning the pale page on the other side, almost another half of it had been filled out, from notes depicting her back adjusting for comfort to ones that described her different rhythm of breathing.


    Dragging her thumb across the upper lip, it stopped while pulling slightly on the bottom one, her sight drifting somewhere away from the paper.


    Nonetheless, she immediately came back to herself right after someone began knocking on her doors. Three noises rang out in her ears before her head slowly pivoted to the left.


    “Come in,” she said through her native tongue, with a face completely upside down from a second prior. Regaining her composed demeanor, Zyponia calmly awaited for the visitor, constantly drawn towards the doors.


    The left side loosened away, trailing inwardly while a figure in checkered shades came inside. However, as Zyponia glanced at the chained glasses along with a black bun around her head, she quickly turned back to the papers, taking a refreshed look at them.


    “Did you want something?” She asked while lifting the notes up, making Raeyine sour awkwardly as the nippy timbre belled through her eardrums.


    “Are you angry?” Stopping in place after just a step over the doorway, the maid''s question flew through the room, only to settle amid the sprawling silence.


    Turning her head reservedly, Zyponia finally looked into her eyes with her own, with a meager expression making up the face.


    “What do you think? Because I don’t know very clearly,” she said emotionlessly, only to read through the paper once again.


    “Oh, come on, I told you I couldn’t help you. It was just one time and it happened to be today.”


    “What were you so busy with, then?” Through an unimpressed undertone, she made Raeyine’s eagerness to explain die down. However, with solemnity, the lord’s head maid opened her mouth.


    “Actually, it was an urgent call. It was my time of the month, so I couldn’t do anything,” she said with a rosy tint scattering throughout her cheeks, the eyes somewhat squinted.


    Immediately, with a long silence permeating through the two, Zyponia gradually turned back to her after putting away the notes. Standing up from the seat, she held her hands intimately with each other.


    “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice earlier because I was so drained,” she said with furrowed eyebrows, following closely with another statement. “I guess I was angry at first, but the bath eased me up somewhat.”


    “Hmm? I was wondering why you were wearing that, but you actually took it? Did you ask Thoda?”


    “Thoda? Ah, no, Lutiel was by my side, so I took his assistance,” she said with a calm, almost reminiscent tongue, widening the eyes of the maid.


    “Didn’t you say you weren’t going to do anything with him? What did I come here for, then?”


    “It’s not like that, stupid,” she jabbed faintly. “He simply washed me. Nothing else happened. Do you understand?”


    “Of course I do.” She giggled incredulously. “Tell me, did he touch your bare body?”


    Zyponia didn’t reply to the comment, nodding her head before hearing a meek sigh crawl out of Raeyine’s mouth.


    “Are you seeing yourself? You let a human male touch you naked? Zyponia, are you really asking me to believe things otherwise?” She asked with a straight face, though a hint of hilarity hid itself away.


    “Haa!” She sighed while bellowing. “You really love to crawl up my skin, don’t you? Like I said, it’s not like that. He-” Before she could finish, the other party interjected.


    “Hmm? Really? Because all I’m seeing is a little horny princess dying to get her paws on a pretty boy.”


    Starting to slowly grind and clench her teeth as the sentence flowed out, Zyponia finally burst out, only fuelling the far spreading grin around the guest’s face.


    “Stop it! Just stop it! I wanted him to get subjected to more energy while I recovered, alright?! There’s nothing more to it. No, actually, I think it’s you that’s starting to sound all hot and bothered,” she spat out while pointing at the girl with a furiously red face, slowly calming down the more her words fell out. “Always calling him a pretty boy, aren’t you the one that wants to get to him?”


    “Eh-ehem,” coughing with a bluffing face, her voice quickly brimmed in the space. “Fine, fine, let’s stop the childishness already. I didn’t mean to get you so fired up.”


    Looking at the ragged breathing of the girl with double horns, as her chest soothed down from the agitation, Raeyine asked anew. “But why do you want him to get accustomed to it? I was specifically trying for him to not get into such situations.”


    With an upright back and arms freely next to her hips, Zyponia stared at the girl for a bit before exhaling a deep breath. “I know,” she said, promptly crossing her arms. “However, his body is weirder than other humans.”


    “How so?”


    “I don’t really get it, but the natural reserves inside his heart are higher, much higher in fact. And it keeps changing constantly.”


    “If that’s the case, isn’t that bad? The subjects practically imploded after being exposed to it.”


    “Yes, it should be bad, but I don’t think it is.”


    “What do you mean by that? I don’t understand.”


    “When I was sensing the flow of energy through his body, the training ball sucked it right up, yet he was able to throw it somehow, even if I suppressed its strength. Not to mention, it almost felt as though he was able to practice through it just like we do,” she spoke with solemn eyes, the words that befell making Raeyine shut up, her sight wavering from shock.


    “Then, he’s a perfect candidate,” the black-haired maid muttered under her nose.


    “That’s right. I was only thinking of sending him to Vaissen, but I’m sure of it. He has to meet her now.”