Compared to the time I entered before, the amount of water spilled out this time was much more, and my body and his naturally touched each other in the tub. Space becomes more cramped than ever.
The two of them in the same bathtub looked incredible, but luckily no one was there. It's just the two of us, so what?
“Not so bad, right?”
I moved my butt to the side, trying to sit next to him. But in this tight space, keeping our bodies from touching each other is not easy.
The thin shirt was made from a light, loose muslin fabric that fluttered in the water. The hem of the white dress floated to the surface of the water. I quickly pressed it down with my hand to cover my skin.
He, so honest, seemed to clearly remember his previous instructions: "You must keep your shirt tight, absolutely do not let it loose." He still held the lapel, silent, not moving at all.
“Ah…”
I tried not to let my hand touch the water, but when I finally got into the tub, the water still wet the wound on my hand, causing sharp pain.
And as soon as he saw it, his red eyes were fixed on the wound. It seemed like his pupils opened slightly and then contracted, a strange feeling.
“What… what’s wrong?”
I panicked, my voice trembled, and I tried to step back a bit.
Turns out, he kissed the back of my hand. The feeling of his tongue being warm and wet, gently licking the wound. Not the fierce chewing style of the morning, but a soft, careful gesture.
He cared for his wounds like wounded animals comforting each other. The soft, warm feeling made me tremble and it was difficult to pull my hand away.
I raised my hand to stroke his hair, suddenly got excited and flipped his hair playfully.
“Hey, both hurt and heal?”
“Heh.”
He smiled, the corners of his eyes curled up. That handsome look made my heart skip a beat and I had to cough slightly. Cheeks are hot, probably because of the warm steam.
“I like cleanliness.”
"Clean?"
I nodded. Maybe because I've lived in a dirty environment for a long time, I really like clean, soft things.
“I want Cesar to smell nice too.”
“Pleasant…”
I didn't know if he understood the meaning of the sentence correctly, so I decided to point it out to him directly.
I took soap from the wooden tray next to the sink, premium quality, with a strong lavender scent.
"Smell it. Is it fragrant?"
"YES."
I lather carefully, avoiding the soap from touching the wound. He looked closely, tilting his head in surprise. I felt cute, picked up a little foam and dabbed it on his nose. He wrinkled his nose, foam falling onto the water surface. He blinked a few times, regretfully.
“I want Cesar to smell like this too, okay?”
He nodded slowly.
“I will teach you how to bathe from your hair first.”
I remembered Analisa's teachings: shower from top to bottom to wash off all dirt, it will be easier.
I dipped his long hair floating on the water, then used soap and started washing his hair, being careful not to let the foam spill over his face.
“Can you do it yourself?”
He didn't answer, just looked at me with surprised eyes. Well, for the first time, I didn't expect anything more.
I poured soap bubbles on the top of his head. He didn't protest, maybe because he just saw what I did.
“Turn around, if the foam gets in your eyes it will hurt, you have to close your eyes tightly.”
When he turned around in the water, water spilled all over the tub. He staggered a bit, finally leaning against me, making washing his hair easier.
"Right."
I ran my hand through his scalp, careful not to let the foam fall on his face. He let out a soft moan, his long eyelids fluttering. The air was warm and soft, making me both embarrassed and excited.
“When finished, rinse thoroughly with water.”
I used a bucket of water to splash on his head, but was careless and a stream flowed into his eyes. Water stood on my eyelids, slid down my cheeks, then down my lips. He wrinkled one eye and tilted his head to look at me.
“Sorry…”
“……”
A strange feeling, like a feather poking at my heart, made me tremble. Looking at his red eyes, I had to turn away.
“Understood?”
He, as usual, blinked long, his body temperature scorching hot.
I don't know how, I taught him to take a shower. Mostly I gave instructions, he observed and followed, everything went more smoothly than imagined.
“You must wash thoroughly behind the ears, rinsing off the soap.”
"YES."
I realized he was more skillful than I thought. Learn once and do well, like a sponge absorbing water.
"Good job. Can I bathe myself now?"
But now, it's time to leave. I can only teach him the parts of his body that are exposed beyond the cloak. You can't bathe him in secret places.
I carefully stood up from the tub. The water-stained shirt hugged the body and had to be quickly removed.
“Um.”
He pulled the hem of my dress.
“Now I have to do it myself.”
"Are not."
He was stubborn, his lips pouted. I smiled inside, although I was happy that he relied on me, I still needed to keep boundaries.
I use “reward” instead of “punishment”:
“If you finish bathing yourself, I will reward you.”
“Reward?”
“Yes, take a bath as I teach, rinse off the water, dry, and there will be a reward.”
"Award?"
His eyes lit up. I thought about what he might like that I could give him.
"Yes, reward. What is this?"
“Well, this.”
He held my hand, didn't bite, but put his hand on his hair.
“Ah?”
“Here.”
I patted his head, repeating the previous gestures.
“Do you want me to stroke this place?”
He smiled brightly and nodded vigorously. That's enough.
"Yes, I understand. I'll do it after I shower."
I planned to find something delicious for him, but it turned out I just needed to stroke his hair. He's so naive. I squeezed the wet shirt fabric and smiled again.