Aura was ushered into the bathroom despite her protests. "We can't leave you wet, Aura-sama. That'd make me a failure as a maid," Sixes insisted. With maid pride on the line, Aura reluctantly agreed to bathe.
"Huh… kinda cool," she muttered, entering the unique bathroom, unlike Nazarick's. A white, ship-shaped bathtub with a shower sat in the center, its edges curved like a prow. Hot water overflowed, spilling onto a geometric red-and-black carpet resembling petals. The carpet's long pile tickled her feet warmly, heated by the spilling water. White walls and ceiling, high windows with evening light, and colorful flowers in vases created a chic, quiet ambiance—likely to Shalltear's taste, designed to avoid morning sun.
Aura grabbed a large towel, tested the water—slightly lukewarm, not her preference—and opted to jump in without showering. She placed the towel on the tub's edge, dipped her foot in, and slipped in fully, water gushing over. She worried briefly about soaking the carpet but remembered it was already wet. The lukewarm water warmed her, and she sighed sensually, stretching out in the spacious tub. Leaning against the sloped wall, she adjusted the water level to avoid drowning, stopping the shower. The solution from earlier washed away instantly, fulfilling the bath's purpose.
But since she was here, she decided to wash—when, without a knock, he entered in a bathrobe.
"No need for explanations! Get out!" she snapped.
"Do you know which is bath salt, shampoo, or soap? We've various scented oils too," he said.
"Huh?"
Near the tub stood a delicate white stand with colorful, elegant vials, unlike the atelier's. "You've seen my body, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, but… that's not the point!" Being seen naked embarrassed her. Rising to shoo him would expose her. She recalled a similar incident.
"If it bothers you, try this," he said, approaching and dripping a vial's contents into the tub, turning the water milky white.
"A cleansing bath salt, unscented. Drain and refill later, then use oils," he explained.
"Hmm…" Distracted by the novelty or relieved to be hidden, she let her guard down.
A splash sounded as he stepped into the tub, still in his robe. "Scrubbing cleans faster and feels better," he said, pouring another vial entirely, tossing the empty one onto the soft carpet. "Better for massage," he added.
Aura felt heavier, the water now viscous. "Showering removes it easily," he assured.
"Say that before!" she grumbled.
"My creation—I got eager to show off. Sorry."
"Ugh…" Trust from past consultations and shared sleep softened her resistance. Her strength was a safety net. "Anything weird, and I'll kick you out," she warned.
"Understood."
His goal: confirm her groin. Nothing weird about that.
He cupped her slender neck, fragile yet unyielding to a longsword. Her youthful skin was glossy, cheeks soft. Moving from neck to back, submerged in milky water, he skipped her shoulders.
"Eek!?" she yelped.
"What?"
"It's just… ugh!" His neutral tone made her feel perverse for objecting, silencing her.
His large hand rubbed her small back, fingers brushing her sides, tickling. She clamped her armpits shut. His hand slid to her waist, gently squeezing, then moved upward.
"No armpits, I'll be careful," he said.
"Don't do it then! Next time, you're out!"
"Got it."
His hand roamed her back. Groin check later—massage first. Her lithe body had no tension, but massages weren't unnecessary; Lanna had done them often. He stroked her neck and shoulders lightly, pressing gently.
"Beautiful skin," he said.
"…Thanks." Flawless, slightly bony but glossy, her skin clung to his fingers. Praised by maids before, she replied honestly, tension melting, enjoying her first massage. Skin-on-skin felt nice, as she'd learned sleeping together.
"Don't go higher—it tickles," she said.
"Understood."
Her waist wasn't ticklish when gripped. His hand avoided her sides, returning upward. Armpits were off-limits, but her guard had softened, hands gripping the tub's edge to stay afloat.
(…I think I have a bit of chest.)
Focused on guarding her armpits, she didn't notice his hand moving straight up from her waist, brushing her small swell. Relaxed by the pure massage, she didn't mind her flat chest being touched—no lust in his touch. His fingers didn't linger, moving downward.
(Maybe a bit chubby there. She's slender, but I need to check below to be sure.)
Even grabbing her chest wouldn't rule out a chubby boy. "Legs too?" she asked.
"Yes, improves circulation."
From behind, he leaned to reach her knees, grasping her thin thighs, sliding back and forth, focusing on the inner sides.
Aura covered her groin—touching there would be bad. She didn't stop him; the back massage was good. Her back pressed against his bare chest—robe off or open. Turning to check, their eyes met.
"What?" he asked.
"N-nothing…" Seeing his face, she realized they were bathing together. Her body heated from the water, massage, and belated shame. The comfort made her forget embarrassment.
He'd never touched Mare's thighs, only had his face between them. Aura's were thin, less fleshy, almost fragile but delightfully soft, explaining the comfort of sleeping together. He switched to palming her inner thighs, nearing his goal.
His hand hit hers at her groin. Her legs parted slightly, but she kept covering. Her grip weakened, hand lifting slightly with each touch.
"Pretty good," she said.
"Feeling relaxed?"
"Yeah, tension's gone."
"Good."
She leaned fully against him, guard down from comfort and trust. He pressed her thighs slightly harder, alternating sides, stopping short of her groin, avoiding her hand after six passes. On the seventh—
"Ah!?" she gasped.
"What?"
"Your hand…"
"My hand?"
"…Nothing." She thought it slipped under her hand, touching her groin, but his confusion made her doubt herself, embarrassed for overthinking.
It wasn't her imagination. His hand definitely grazed her groin—and found nothing. No penis. Aura was truly a girl.
(Nothing! No cock! She's really a girl!)
Lupusregina and Sixes were right—shockingly, unbelievably true. He'd thought her a boy, feeling a boyish bond, a duty to guide a younger kid despite her actual age. But she was Aura-chan, not Aura-kun.
A devastating realization, comical to onlookers.
Reflecting on their time, he recalled promising after showing her intercourse, "Next, I'll prepare for you to experience it." This staged "accident" got them in the bath. She allowed it, expecting fun, not refusal. He had to act. But her childlike body didn't stir desire—impossible even if she wanted it. He'd satisfy her otherwise.
All a misunderstanding.
"Done?" she asked as his hand left her thighs. The lukewarm water prevented overheating, and the massage nearly lulled her to sleep. She'd grown to like it, wanting more.
"You seem relaxed. Next phase?" he suggested.
"Hm? Wait!" His hand moved to her front. She hugged her chest, but his hand stopped at her navel, sliding slightly lower.
"If it's uncomfortable, say so," he said.
"Okay."
His hand rested on her lower abdomen, stroking gently, occasionally kneading. He'd touched there when they slept together, but now with purpose.
"Different method, different effect. Relax," he said.
"Okay." The back and thigh massages felt good, their effects clear. This was vague—no distinct sensation, but tension returned, aware of her groin nearby, unguarded with her arms on her chest.
"Let's change the water," he said.
"No, it's fine!"
"Really?"
"Shower later works."
"…True. You smell nice without perfume," he said.
"Ugh…" Unable to thank or protest, she stayed silent, his hand still moving expertly. Her body warmed.
"Ha… hah…" she breathed.
"Too hot? Dilute with water?"
"Uh… sure, you decide."
He reached for the lower showerhead, water trickling, holding her. (It's not just hot… something's warming inside. Like last time, but he's not touching anything weird. Can't tell if I'm wet in this slick water. Is this normal? Am I weird, or is this the massage?)
Confused by her body's changes, she wanted to move. The water level rose, threatening to drown her small frame. "Pardon me," he said, splashing as he shed his robe, only his chest visible above the milky water.
"Ah!" He lifted her by the waist, seating her on his thigh, both naked. Too quick to protest, her body didn't resist.
"Continue?" he asked.
"…Yeah… hah…" His hand returned to her abdomen, her arms floating in the water, no longer guarding her chest.
Her only sexual experience was secretly touching herself, nothing more. She thought this was just a massage. It wasn't. His hand targeted her womb, awakening her femininity. He aimed to please her, a gesture of gratitude, but she didn't know, surrendering to pleasure. Had she checked, she'd have noticed a slickness unlike the water.
His hand moved upward. "Ah… there… nn," she moaned.
"What?"
"…Nothing… nn… ahn…" His hands touched her modest breasts, fully covered but definitely there. Despite guarding them, she didn't resist—his gentle caress, unlike her own sharp touches, felt sweet, perhaps unnoticed.
He'd taught her that rubbing small breasts could hurt, so he stroked their edges. (Saying there's nothing to rub would wake her warrior side.)
The water, still viscous but clearing, revealed his hands and her breasts, pink nipples erect. "May I increase stimulation?" he asked.
"…Yeah." She knew he was touching her chest but didn't resist—too late or too pleasant. His thumbs and middle fingers framed her nipples.
"Ahn!" she gasped.
"They're erect. Feel the sensitivity?"
"Huh? But you didn't touch… ugh!" she protested.
"It's normal. Good sensitivity."
"Hiaa!?" Her tiny nipples were pinched, rolled gently. (I knew he was touching my chest, but… my nipples!? They're erect? Why? Without touching? But they are… He said they get sensitive—true. Ticklish, but not quite…)
"Ever touched yourself here?" he asked.
"No way!"
"First time feeling this?"
"…Yeah, first."
"Honored to give you this experience."
"Even Mare hasn't touched me!"
"Even more honored."
His voice grew closer, warm breath on her ear, sweet words sinking in. "Hiu!?" she squeaked.
"What?"
"Your voice… too close…"
"Too loud? I'll lower it."
"No, it's…" Her ear was grazed—lips, wet and warm, kissing it with a chupa.
"Ah… aa… hyaa…" Her ear was licked, chest still caressed, fingers rolling her hypersensitive nipples. No pain, just intense pleasure.
"Interested in this too?" he asked, his hand moving downward to her groin.
She followed his hand, realizing the water was draining. His height let him see her exposed chest, nipples more erect than she'd ever seen. Sitting on his thigh, legs slightly parted, her groin was visible. She'd hidden it, dreading being seen or touched, but couldn't stop him—part curiosity, part surrender.
Like a fly in a Venus flytrap, she was melting, stepping into the irreversible. "Be gentle…" she whispered.
"Ever touched yourself?"
"Yeah… my clitoris, a bit. It stung."
"I won't start there."
His four fingers pressed her groin, atop her closed slit—soft, puniman, hers, not Mare's. "Haa… ahh… ha…" she moaned.
His fingers traced arcs gently, not entering. "First, rub softly to loosen. Inside comes later. Feel yourself relaxing?"
"Really?"
"Yes."
Her warmed, slick body felt hotter, slicker than the water. "Ah… something… I don't know this…" she gasped.
Her womb stirred, breasts and nipples ignited pleasure, his large body enveloping her. A sweet bite on her ear made her arch. "Your pussy's wet," he said.
"Tch—!" she hissed, her body burning, heart pounding, pleasure spreading from her groin, back pressed against him.
"No… scary…" she whimpered.
"Nothing to fear."
"No, it's scary… hold me!"
The unfamiliar pleasure terrified her. Flushed, trembling, she turned, shaking off his hand, and clung to him. Her small, bony yet soft body, heated by new sensations, pressed against him. He hugged her back, their skin melding.
She lay atop him in the tub, unintentionally pressing her groin to his thigh. "Ah!? No…" she gasped.
"Uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, but… your leg…"
He raised one knee, her groin straddling it. Her flexible body adjusted easily. "Feeling safe?" he asked, stroking her back and butt.
"…Yeah. Heart's racing."
"Continue?"
"What'll you do?"
"Fingers might be too intense. I'll use something softer."
"Cunni…?"
"Yes, good memory."
"…Maybe I want to try… Do it."
"As you wish."
Cunnilingus: oral stimulation of the female genitals.
He sat her on the tub's edge, towel cushioning her thin frame, and knelt on the carpet before her. She looked down, then turned away, face burning, unable to watch. (He's gonna lick it… see it… My pussy's being seen, spread, my insides exposed… Is it weird? Different from Mira's, but we're different… So embarrassing! But I asked for it, can't stop… His tongue… licking… my…)
Her small slit, opened, was unmistakably female, still wet. Her feminine scent filled his nose. His tongue probed her tiny entrance, blocked by her hymen—too tight to explore. His target was higher: her soft bud, barely a protrusion. As she flinched, he held her thighs, pressing his tongue's flat against it, sending gentle stimuli. Licking upward, he spread her juices, her clitoris swelling, asserting itself.
"Haa… ah… sucking? My pussy… don't slurp… ahn…" she moaned, voice clear.
He sucked her budding clitoris, tapping it with his tongue's tip, peeling its hood, licking directly. Unlike her stinging self-touches, this was bearable. Her thighs rested on his shoulders, ankles locked behind him. She reached futilely, hips bucking, back arching, hands gripping the tub's edge.
"Ah… no… my pussy…!" Helpless, she could only writhe under his skilled touch, dragged into an unknown, bottomless abyss.
Her small breasts thrust forward, pink nipples disproportionately erect. "Hiu…" she gasped, sucking air sharply, then screamed, "Aaaahhh!!"
Both nipples pinched hard, her clitoris sucked and nibbled, pleasure overwhelmed her. Something seared within, irreversible. Aura learned a woman's ecstasy.
"Ar-chan, welcome back. Bad feeling—spill it," Yuri said.
"Yuri… about pussies…" Aura began.
"I said it's too early for you! Where'd you learn that? Tell me, I'll knock 'em out!"
"No, Yuri, they'd die!"
"Then who taught you?"
"Uh… rumors while patrolling the Empire…"
"Empire? …Not someone I know, right?"
"No idea!"
"Wait, we're not done!"