"..."
The water felt weird.
Aurelia stood under the so-called "makeshift shower head" her Lord spoke about.
She watched the droplets fall from above with a look of wonder.
She'd never experienced anything quite like this before.
… At least, not from all the fragmented memories she could remember.
She knew about baths, that's for sure.
But definitely not this… rusty pipes and lukewarm water that smelled funny, like it contained some sort of chlorine.
*Drip... drip... drip...*
Each droplet traced down her flawless body.
The water followed her smooth curves, washing away all the dirt and blood under her pristine and white skin.
Needless to say, her body was divine and spotless…
Well, she's LITERALLY crafted personally by the hand of the Creator, so that's to be expected.
Her long silver hair draped over her shoulders, creating a sexy scene that highlights the graceful lines of her neck.
Using this bubbly item… called "soap" according to her Lord, Aurelia used it to wash her body. Her hand traced and cleaned every part of her body.
From her smoochable neck.
Her ample breasts.
Her delicate arms.
Her curvy waist.
Her plump butt.
And lastly, her lower body, consisting of her seductive thighs, legs, and feet.
Although the slippery texture felt funny at first, the scent it gave off was something Aurelia remembered in her fragmented memories… It's the scent of fresh flowers.
Even in this crude human facility, she looked like a goddess bathing in mortal rain.
Quite a scene if you ask anybody.
Ever since her Lord had summoned her into this world, everything she experienced felt... new.
At first, to her, it was all about fulfilling her duty.
The overwhelming need to protect her summoner and follow his commands.
It was simple and direct.
Just like her faint and broken memories of serving the Heavenly Father as a Valkyrie captain in the past.
It was supposed to be monotonous.
But now that immediately changed.
*Thump!*
Her heart did that strange fluttering thing again.
The short time she spent with her Lord together felt precious.
Maybe it was because most of her memories were gone.
She could remember her name.
Her rank as one of the vanguards.
Her role as a captain among the Valkyries.
The muscle memory of countless battles fought across eons.
But the details?
The faces of her comrades.
What she did during the peaceful moments.
The small conversations and daily routines she had in her past.
All of that was blank to her.
It's like someone had taken an eraser to her soul.
There were only vague impressions of her duty and honor.
That's why it made every moment she spent with her Lord Nero feel significant.
Every training session she spent with her Lord.
Him falling over, only to see him stand up again when she thought he would give up.
Every meal they shared.
The way her Lord would introduce new dishes of this world and how she genuinely enjoyed them, and how he would suppressingly laugh when she felt surprised by the new tastes in her mouth.
Every time he made one of his ridiculous jokes everyone would get except her.
The days they spent together might be short.
But they all felt real.
It was like experiencing life… for the first time.
"Are you alright, Aurelia?"
Lord Nero's voice came through the thin door, disrupting her thoughts.
"Yes," she responded with her usual tone.
But her mind wandered back to those recent memories.
With the way he hugged her after defeating the B-tier earthworm.
To how natural it felt to embrace him back, even though she felt awkward about it.
And even the warmth behind his eyes every time he looked at her.
It's not the reverent or fear most humans would show, but something warmer.
It was something that made her chest feel tight.
*Thump!*
There it was again.
She knew that this strange beating in her heart had nothing to do with combat or adrenaline like she knew.
She then moved her hand to her ample chest.
"..."
Her hand hovered over her heart with a faint blush coming across her cheeks.
This feeling… it was something she wasn't familiar with… but it was not unpleasant.
Far from unpleasant, actually.
Like… discovering a new type of weapon that felt perfect in her grip.
At least, in Aurelia's language.
A faint smile appeared on her face.
After that, she then finished washing quickly as she then wrapped herself with the towel near her.
It's time to return to his side.
To her Lord's side.
***
Nero sat on the edge of the bed, looking like he was a genius thinking of all the possibilities that would happen next.
Bro was tapping his fingers like he's a father waiting for his wife to give birth.
It's normal.
After all…
He's been waiting for over 30 minutes now.
Which was probably normal shower time for most people, but Aurelia wasn't part of that "most people".
The lady's literally an otherworldly divine being who had probably never even touched a toilet plunger before.
All that he knows is the fact that she could be staring at the shower head… probably trying to figure out why water was falling from the ceiling.
And that certain image of a confused Aurelia poking at the shower controls trying to figure it out made him laugh.
Well… almost.
His thoughts drifted back to the conversation with that Vincent guy earlier.
The man had laid out the typical survivor camp deal.
Work for us, get food and shelter.
Help with monster problems, get resources and necessities.
It's your standard post-apocalyptic trade contract stuff.
Blah blah blah blah… yada yada yada…
Nero didn't really listen.
Half of Vincent's speech sounded like corporate HR bullshit explained in the name of "survival language".
But honestly?
Nero didn't give a crap if the man was trying to scam them.
They weren't planning to stay here for long anyway.
Just enough time to help the trio of teenagers find their families, and to also stock up on supplies.
Then after that, he and Aurelia would bounce.
As simple as that.
Vincent could keep his creepy politician smile and his too-clean suit.
Nero had dealt with enough fake authority figures in his old life to recognize the type.
That con man was the kind of guy who'd smile while stabbing you in the back.
And then would act surprised when you bled on the carpet, shouting help, acting all victim-like.
It's stupidly cliché in his opinion.
'Write something better author.'
*Creak…*
While Nero was shitting on the imaginary author, the bathroom door finally opened.
Nero looked up, ready to ask if everything was okay.
But then,
"!!!!"
His brain experienced what could only be described as a complete system crash.
"..."
Aurelia stepped out wearing nothing but a thin white towel.
And that towel was doing absolutely NOTHING to cover her precious parts.
In fact, it only made it more erotic.
Water droplets clung around her skin as it gleaned against the soft light.
Her silver hair was damp and scattered… in a way that makes her look fucking hot.
It only emphasized her mature-looking face in a way that made her look less like a divine warrior and more like...
Well…
Like the woman who suddenly appeared in dreams and then left you questioning your life choices.
Her towel didn't even cover her divine thighs.
It emphasized every curve of her body.
Her shoulders were enough to entice even the eunuch.
And her legs...
Holy shit, her legs were—ughhh!
GODDAMN! THEY WERE SEXY!
"Lord Nero, the bathing facilities are... adequate."
Aurelia spoke in her usual default tone.
The girl was completely unaware of the effect she's making to her Lord Nero.
Nero's mouth opened.
Then closed.
Then it opened again.
No sound even came out.
His brain had literally decided that higher functions like speech were non-operational right now.
All of his brain's processing power was being supplied to his eyes.
He was looking as if he had some sort of laser vision or something.
"Is something wrong?"
Aurelia tilted her head slightly.
… And because of that, a drop of water slid down her tempting neck.
Nero…
"..."
Well… he tracked its movement like it's the most fascinating water droplet in the universe.
"I... uh..."
His voice cracked like he was thirteen again.
"You appear distressed. Are you really okay?"
Aurelia took a step forward. Her brows expressed she was concerned.
And of course, her movement made the towel shift slightly.
Her breasts behind the thin towel bounced gorgeously.
He even probably saw a faint pink hue poking out from there…
"!!!!!!"
Nero's eyes went wide.
*Thump! Thump! Thump!*
His heart started beating so fast it sounded like a machine gun in his chest.
"Phewww…."
But he immediately calmed himself.
'A true hunter waits for an opportunity. Only fools rush in.'
He recited a mantra with the enlightenment of a monk.
Although he was ready to pounce, he restrained himself.
'Calm down, Jr. It's not time yet.'
He even chided his rising "lower body".
Bro was dedicated to his iron-rule of "feelings first before flesh".
But, with that being said…
"..."
"... Lord Nero?"
If he's a real man, he can't let this opportunity go, right?
'Time to up our relationship.'
And that's exactly what he plans to do.
***
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