We stood together in the warm water for a few more moments before Sensei gently guided me down.
"Sit here, Ren," she whispered softly.
I lowered myself onto the small bathing stool inside the tub. The warm water came up to my waist. Without my sight, every sound and touch felt amplified — the gentle splash of water, the soft echo in the bathroom, and especially the closeness of her naked body.
Sensei knelt behind me. I felt her shift closer, and then came the unmistakable sensation of her large, soft breasts pressing against my back. They were slick with soap. Her smooth, heavy tits glided slowly up and down my back as she began washing me, using her chest to spread the fragrant soap across my skin. Her hard nipples traced gentle lines along my spine and shoulder blades with every movement. The slippery, warm pressure was incredibly intimate.
"Mmm… your back is tense," she murmured tenderly, continuing to wash me with her breasts. "Try to relax."
After thoroughly soaping my back, she moved to my front, kneeling in front of me now. She gently washed my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp with slow, caring movements. The feeling was heavenly. I leaned into her touch without thinking.
Then came something I didn't expect.
I felt her hands move lower. She took a razor and shaving cream. With careful, gentle touches, she began shaving the small amount of hair around the base of my cock. Even though I had shaved just a few days ago, she meticulously cleaned every remaining strand, her fingers holding my still-hard cock softly to the side as the razor glided carefully over my skin.
She even lifted my balls gently with one hand and shaved the delicate skin there too, her touch precise and tender, never once hurting me.
"Stay still," she whispered soothingly. "I don't want to nick you."
After she finished shaving, Sensei rinsed everything carefully with warm water. Then she took her time cleaning me with her bare hands. She wrapped her soft, soapy fingers around my cock and stroked it slowly and thoroughly, cleaning every inch — from the base to the sensitive head, paying special attention to the healing bite mark. Her other hand gently cupped and washed my balls, rolling them softly in her palm.
The combination of her gentle touch, the warm water, and the blindfold made every sensation feel ten times stronger. My cock throbbed hard in her hand, but Sensei remained calm and focused, as if this was the most natural act of care in the world.
"You're doing well," she said softly, her voice full of quiet affection. "Just let me take care of you."
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After she finished cleaning and shaving me with such gentle care, Sensei took my hand again.
"Come," she whispered softly. "Let's soak together for a while."
She guided me back into the deep bathtub. The warm water embraced my body as I lowered myself in. A moment later, I felt Sensei entering as well. She sat behind me and pulled me gently backward until my back rested against her soft, naked chest.
Her arms wrapped around me from behind in a warm, protective embrace. Her full breasts pressed softly against my back, her nipples grazing my skin. The heat of her body mixed with the warm water created an incredibly comforting cocoon. I could feel her heartbeat against me — steady, calm, and reassuring.
For a long moment, we simply stayed like that. Then Sensei tilted my head slightly to the side and leaned forward.
Our lips met again.
This time the kiss was deeper. More passionate. Her tongue slipped into my mouth with slow, sensual movements, tasting me as the warm water rippled around our bodies. I kissed her back, our tongues dancing together in the steamy air. Soft, wet sounds echoed quietly in the bathroom as we lost ourselves in the deep kiss. Her hands caressed my chest and stomach while she held me tightly from behind.
When we finally parted, both of us were breathing heavier.
Sensei rested her cheek against the side of my head and whispered tenderly near my ear,
"You're such a good boy, Ren…"
After soaking for a while longer in comfortable silence, she helped me out of the tub. She dried my body carefully with a large, fluffy towel — patting my shoulders, chest, back, arms, and legs with gentle thoroughness. She even dried my cock and balls with delicate care. By the time she finished, my entire body felt light, refreshed, and strangely renewed. The heavy weight I had been carrying since the incident felt a little farther away.
Then I heard the soft sounds of her drying herself — the rustle of the towel against her skin, the gentle pat of fabric on wet flesh. Even though I was still blindfolded and couldn't see her, my imagination filled in the gaps. I could picture her beautiful naked body, water droplets sliding down her skin as she dried herself.
Sensei's voice came softly through the darkness:
"All done. You can relax now."
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The blindfold remained securely tied over my eyes.
Sensei gently placed her hands on my shoulders and guided me out of the bathroom. The cool air of the hallway brushed against my still-damp, naked skin as she led me carefully through the house and back into my own bedroom. Her touch was steady and reassuring, never rushing me.
Once we were inside, she helped me sit on the edge of my bed.
"Don't take off the blindfold yet," she whispered softly, her voice close to my ear. "Keep it on for now."
I nodded obediently and stayed still, sitting naked on my bed in complete darkness. I could hear her moving around the room for a few minutes. The faint rustle of clothes, the soft sound of her breathing. My heart was already beating faster in anticipation.
Then the mattress dipped beside me as she sat down close.
Sensei's warm hand rested on my thigh. She stayed silent for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts, before speaking in a gentle, sincere voice:
"Ren… we're completely alone in the house today. We've done so many things together already. I've held you, kissed you, washed you… and I can feel how much pain and confusion you're still carrying from what happened yesterday."
She paused, then continued with quiet conviction:
"I want to have sex with you. Not out of pity, and not to force anything. I want to help you overcome that trauma. I want to replace those terrifying memories with something gentle… something that feels safe and good. Only if you want it too."
Her words hung in the air between us.
I swallowed hard, my voice slightly shaky but honest.
"…I'm happily willing to have sex with you, Sensei. If you're not forcing yourself… then yes. I want it. I want to have sex with you."
A soft, relieved breath escaped her.
Sensei leaned closer, her bare shoulder brushing against mine. Her voice dropped to a warm, slightly husky whisper:
"Good boy… To be honest with you, Ren… the moment I saw your cock yesterday in the infirmary, I felt something. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to taste you. Even while I was cleaning your wound, part of me was thinking about how much I wanted to take you into my mouth… and how much I wanted to feel you inside me."
She gently took my hand and placed it on her bare thigh, her skin incredibly smooth and warm.
"I'm not forcing myself at all," she murmured, her breath brushing my ear. "I truly want this. I want to make you feel good… the right way."
The blindfold kept everything in darkness, but every other sense felt heightened — her scent, the heat of her body so close to mine, the gentle touch of her fingers on my skin, and the undeniable tension growing between us.
Sensei leaned in and placed a slow, deep kiss on my lips, as if sealing her words.