After like ten months, Roland finally parted ways with the aunts.
The seven of them then enjoyed a leisurely bath together before gathering in the main hall. Their bond had grown so intimate that even after bathing, they sat on the sofas nearly naked.
Roland, being more conservative, wore his underwear out of respect for his mother's presence.
Seeing everyone else dressed so casually, Roland felt awkward being fully clothed. With no other choice, he reluctantly wrapped a white bath towel around himself to fit in.
It wasn't the first time Roland had seen his mother emerge wrapped only in a towel, so he didn't feel anything particularly special—except perhaps that she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Too bad she's my mother...
Ahem! Roland quickly suppressed his impious thoughts, nearly "drowning" in the ladies' affectionate embrace.
