Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Peaceful Daily Life (4)
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There wasn't really a dining room in the cabin.
With no space to set up a kitchen, it was impossible to have a separate dining table in the yard where the annex stood.
"Shall we bathe together?"
"Pfft!"
Siwoo, who had been drinking prune juice served as dessert after dinner at the low table in front of the fireplace, spat it out with cartoonish force.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Thanks to Amelia's elegant telekinesis, not a single drop splashed or spilled; it all neatly returned to the empty glass.
This reaction was perfectly justified.
Sudden talk of bathing together—what could that mean?
"P-Pardon...?"
"When I stayed here, I often bathed with Master. I want to do it with you too, Siwoo."
Amelia spoke in a steady, unwavering voice.
If he regained more memories or his body grew further, it might feel awkward, so she wanted to do it as soon as possible.
It was Amelia's small selfish desire to share happy times with him before it was too late.
Siwoo panicked.
Sure, he'd been to the public bath with the twins and seen them naked, but that didn't make mixed bathing—a scandalous act—something he could casually accept.
Seeing Siwoo's reaction, Amelia added,
"Of course, we'll keep our underwear on. You too, Siwoo."
Atop Amelia's head still sat the flower crown Siwoo had made for her that afternoon.
Even as sap dripped from the broken stems and wet her golden hair, she refused to take it off.
"I don't mind..."
Relieved at the mention of underwear, Siwoo felt much better.
Amelia nodded with a soft smile.
"Then I'll heat the water. Get ready and come out."
"Okay."
Amelia stepped outside toward the annex.
She pulled out a large wooden tub from the narrow outbuilding that resembled a shed, lit a fire, and heated the water.
If there were prying eyes around, she never would have been so bold.
But here, paperbark trees stood like folding screens, and no other visitors ever came.
Amelia dragged the tub filled with warm water out to the front yard, followed by Siwoo in his underwear and gown.
"We're bathing here?"
"Yes. Do you want to go first, Siwoo?"
Amelia took the gown Siwoo had removed.
With underwear on anyway, it wasn't much different from a swimsuit, so it didn't feel too indecent.
Siwoo climbed onto the tub and slipped inside.
Even in spring, nights were quite chilly, but the hot water brought instant warmth and languor.
"Wait just a moment."
Amelia neatly folded the gown and placed it on the grass, then began undressing.
Siwoo, his face flushed from the steam, forcibly averted his gaze.
Amelia untied the ribbon at her waist and was soon in her underwear.
Her current outfit was the least revealing of her lingerie—a white set.
She stepped lightly over and plunged into the tub with a splash.
-Splash splash
The sound of water echoed in the serene forest.
The tub wasn't that large.
With Amelia and Siwoo both inside, their skin was bound to touch no matter what.
In Siwoo's eyes appeared Amelia's upper body, submerged to the waist.
Her firm breasts wrapped in a white bra, her straight, graceful collarbone.
Her deer-like neckline stood out especially since she'd tied her hair up.
It was like a flawless torso sculpted by a genius artist with utmost care.
"Don't sit so uncomfortably. Relax."
Amelia spoke softly to Siwoo, who had shrunk into himself as if cowering.
"But then I'd... touch you, Lady Amelia..."
"We sleep pressed together every night."
She didn't bother adding that they were clothed then.
Siwoo eased his posture as she suggested.
He felt their smooth skin touching.
Only then did Amelia fully settle her bottom on the tub floor.
The water level reached Siwoo's chin and Amelia's chest.
"Close your eyes for a second?"
"Huh? Sure."
Siwoo obediently closed his eyes at her words.
-Snap!
Amelia snapped her fingers like a magician and said,
"Now open them."
Siwoo's eyes widened as he cautiously peeked.
"Whoa...!"
The faint light from the cabin had vanished.
In the forest's heart, free of urban light pollution, the cabin had been the only source of light—now gone, it should have been pitch black.
But.
"It's... so beautiful, Lady Amelia..."
Around the tub, instead of crimson firelight, a silvery glow shimmered.
The sky, framed by paperbark trees, sparkled with stars like scattered jewels, glowing blue.
Siwoo tilted his head back, gazing at the cascade of stars for a long while.
"There are too many to count..."
The cloudless night sky gleamed like polished obsidian.
"I wanted to show them to you too, Siwoo."
It wasn't flashy or luxurious, but she wanted to share this view with him.
Then, Siwoo's dazedly extended foot pressed against the inside of Amelia's thigh.
The space was so tight that any movement bumped their bodies.
"Ah, sorry."
"No, I'll move back."
With that, Amelia, who had been submerged to her neck, lifted her upper body slightly backward.
Her torso emerged from the water, parting the surface.
"........."
Siwoo forgot the stars, mouth agape, staring at Amelia.
Noticing his piercing gaze, Amelia checked herself.
She had been mistaken about something.
Regular underwear isn't like a swimsuit.
Unlike thick-lined swimsuits that resist water, soaked underwear sagged, clung to her skin, and turned sheer, revealing her white flesh completely.
That explained Siwoo's dilated pupils.
Through the white fabric, glimpses of her dainty nipples and the fresh areolas around them were visible.
"S-Sorry!"
Siwoo whipped his head away.
Yet he kept stealing glances at her breasts, which somehow made him look endearing.
If they were officially dating, showing this would feel mortifyingly repulsive, she'd thought.
But Amelia realized her heart remained surprisingly calm.
Even knowing her upper body was virtually naked, she felt no real shame.
Her heart pounded, but she didn't want to cover up or mind his gaze.
It was strange.
Was it because he looked young?
Or had something in her heart changed?
"Come here. I'll wash you."
Amelia cupped water and wiped Siwoo's tightly shut eyes.
Then, with a small ladle she'd prepared, she thoroughly shampooed his hair.
She could do it instantly with magic.
She hadn't expected these slow, inefficient acts to feel so precious again.
They washed each other until the once-hot water felt cool.
3.
"Pah..."
Siwoo sipped the cold milk Amelia had brought, soothing his flushed face.
After so long in the water, his fingertips were prune-wrinkled.
Thinking a bath in underwear would be fine had been naively optimistic.
The subtle coverage only stimulated his imagination, forcing Siwoo to cross his legs throughout the ordeal.
'Thank you, Siwoo.'
Setting down the empty milk bottle, Siwoo toweled his hair dry and suddenly recalled that morning with Amelia.
Her smile, radiant like coreopsis, as he stared entranced.
His chest tickled.
His lips twitched as if a grin might break free.
"Get a grip."
Siwoo slapped his cheeks.
But her bright face still floated in his mind.
Added to that were the details of her breasts, known only by touch until today, confirmed by sight.
-Knock knock
A knock sounded.
Amelia's voice came from beyond the door.
"Siwoo, want to sleep together tonight too?"
"Yeah, just changing and I'll be right there."
"Okay."
Just that brief exchange made his body squirm oddly.
Because when sleeping with Amelia, she let him touch her breasts freely.
Realizing they'd sleep together late, yesterday's erotic image resurfaced.
For a boy his age, newly curious about such things, it was quite stimulating.
The pure, kind teacher-like Amelia trembling each time he pinched her nipples had planted a strange sense of conquest in him.
Could he get permission tonight too?
More intense curiosity than sticky lust made his lower body twitch.
After changing into the beige pajamas Amelia had brought, Siwoo knocked on her door with a pounding heart.
"Come in."
Opening the creaky wooden door revealed a triangular window shaped like the roof.
On the bed positioned with the headboard against the window, Amelia lay tucked under the covers, leaning back on a pillow.
Her fine hair strands rustled in the moonlight.
"Siwoo, still scared to sleep alone?"
"N-No, it's not that..."
As if he, the tactless Siwoo, could say he just liked sleeping with her.
To the hesitant Siwoo, Amelia gave a small smile.
"Siwoo."
"Yes?"
"Why were you staring at my breasts earlier?"
"P-Pardon...?"
"During the bath."
Siwoo's face paled at Amelia's direct question.
No matter their relationship, staring was rude.
That's why he'd suppressed his instinctive glances, but she'd noticed everything.
"I-I, uh..."
Siwoo floundered.
Fearing a scolding, Amelia shook her head at him.
"I'm not mad."
"Sorry..."
Standing by her side, hands politely clasped, Siwoo bowed his head in shame.
Knowing she'd caught him was mortifying.
"Will you tell me honestly?"
"........."
After a brief hesitation, realizing her voice wasn't angry, Siwoo cautiously spoke.
"I... wanted to see... Not that I tried to, my eyes just went there..."
"Siwoo, it's okay. I said I'm not scolding you. Lift your head."
Her gentle, soothing words calmed him, and he slowly raised his gaze.
Amelia, still sitting against the pillow, looked at him with warm eyes.
"Siwoo, thank you. For the lovely flower crown."
"Oh, sure. I'll make you another next time."
"I look forward to it."
That gaze made him scratch his head sheepishly.
The brief lull in conversation brought a slight awkwardness.
Amelia cleared her throat and looked at him.
"I know it's not something we should normally do."
Swish.
The sound of the white blanket being pulled back.
Amelia, still sitting, released the covers she'd held to her chin.
And with it, her bare upper body was revealed.
Not just outlined through clothes or sheer from wet underwear—this was fully naked.
Her teardrop-shaped breasts rose slightly, exposed to the air without a thread in the way.
Amelia's peach-like breasts swayed subtly each time she shyly covered her mouth.
"Still, I want to give you what you want, Siwoo."