Steam and Promises
Shaaaaa—
“I’m telling you. You only ever think about yourself…!”
“Hahaha. But you enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”
Beneath the showerhead where hot water poured down without pause, Eloise stood in the stream, grumbling her complaints to me. The bathroom mirror was fogged over so heavily that it reflected nothing, and water droplets sparkled as they fell between the tiles. Listening to her half-hearted griping, I sank into the bathtub filled with hot water and let my mind drift back to what had happened just before.
Eloise and I had tangled our bodies until we were utterly spent, then fallen asleep as if we’d blacked out. We only opened our eyes when evening was nearly upon us. I had told her five times, but something had possessed me; I kept devouring her without end. Eloise fainted and woke again and again, while I finally released her only after countless peaks I couldn’t even count.
We woke together in peaceful harmony, first opening the windows to air out the room thick with a hot, lewd scent and stripping off the sheets. When I wrapped an arm around Eloise’s awkwardly tense shoulders, she flinched and stared at me with fearful eyes. It was the look of someone bracing for another round, but I had already decided we would stop here for today.
I wasn’t sure exactly why, but unlike the exhausted Eloise I felt no warning signs of fatigue. After sleeping and waking, I actually felt even healthier than before. In any case, that was how I had half-dragged the nervous Eloise into the bathroom for a shower, creating the present situation.
When she flailed and asked how we were supposed to wash together, I slipped my arm under her armpit, lifting her in a gentle embrace, and pressed a light kiss to the nape of her neck. Eloise squirmed in my arms for a moment before growing still. That was how we had entered the bathroom together, washing our bodies and resting.
“Are you even listening?”
“Yeah, yeah. I love you too. Eloise, you’re so fucking cute I want to fuck you again~”
“Ugh… Not a single proper thing in any of that!”
When I looked up at the pouting Eloise, I saw that soft, fragrant bubbles from the body wash still clung to her skin. This looks like a CG straight out of an eroge. Wait, this whole world is an eroge, isn’t it? The realization I sometimes forgot came back to me, and I let out a short, wry laugh as I gazed at her.
“…Eloise. Don’t you think you’re using too much foam?”
“I-is it too much?”
She seemed to like the scent; she had covered every inch of her body except her hair in thick bubbles. A playful idea suddenly struck me, so I rose from the tub. With a splash, the surface of the water rippled. Eloise instinctively swallowed at the sight. I approached her, dripping droplets onto the tiles.
“W-why…?”
Eloise flinched, wondering if she had done something wrong. I kept my face blank for a moment, then instantly circled behind her and pulled her into my arms.
“Eep…!”
When Eloise squirmed, half-buried against my large breasts, I rubbed my body against hers as if caressing her. I transferred the bubbles covering her with my hands and began spreading them evenly across her skin. I stroked her pure-white flesh, rubbing her armpits, then cupped her small breasts. My fingers circled her nipples before lightly flicking the hardened tips.
“Ugh… Hng! I-it tickles…!”
“But you don’t hate it, right?”
When the writhing Eloise gave a tiny nod, I smiled and kept my hands moving. The slippery, soft foam grew richer beneath my touch, spreading wide across our skin. As we rubbed against each other, soap bubbles drifted through the bathroom, and soon we were caressing one another while our bodies slid together.
“K-kiss me…”
“Heh.”
Eloise turned her head just enough to look up at me, speaking shyly. I smiled, caught her chin, and brought my lips close. She followed my lead, and we tasted each other’s tongues once more, our bodies mingling again.
“In the end I couldn’t even rest comfortably in the bathroom…”
“Well, isn’t it a good thing that we both enjoyed ourselves?”
With a small “Ugh—” Eloise puffed her cheeks slightly and glared at me. In her hand she held a magic tool that served as a hair dryer, warm air flowing from it.
Was she always like this? Before we had sex she always acted like a proud noble, keeping strict discipline, yet the Eloise before me now was simply a woman feeling bashful.
Well, either version turns me on just the same.
I poked her puffed cheek, then continued drying myself with the towel in my other hand.
“So… what are you going to do now?”
“Hm?”
I was wiping the moisture from my waist when Eloise asked me with a slightly nervous expression. I looked at her with a face that asked what she meant. She fumbled for words, sighed, and continued.
“I have a lot to say, but… never mind that you took my first time. What do you think of me?”
“Aha.”
So that was it. She was bothered by the half-confession I had given before we slept together. Her innocent reaction made me smile as I stepped closer. More importantly, wasn’t a noblewoman’s first time supposed to be rather significant? I wondered if it was all right to gloss over it so easily, but it didn’t matter much to me. After all, I had no intention of discarding Eloise.
Seeing me approach, she instinctively backed away until she hit the wall. I slapped my palm against the wall beside her head with a sharp smack—the classic wall-pin. Eloise’s nape twitched at the force of it, and I gave her a wicked smile.
“Hmm… Eloise, you’re my cocksleeve. My personal cocksleeve. Or should I call you my rug in this world? Either way, you’re the rug I love.”
“…What?”
She looked as if she hadn’t understood, so I reached down and gave her pussy a light tap. Eloise flinched, then stared at me with clear displeasure.
“S-stop teasing…”
Her slightly wilted expression was so unlike her usual self that laughter burst out of me. But I decided further teasing might genuinely upset her, so I cupped her modest breasts, then planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“I told you already. That I thought I could love you. Your reaction right now pleases me. Of course, I don’t plan on loving only you.”
“W-what kind of nonsense is that…!”
“To put it simply, I’m going to build a harem. Just like I devoured you, I’ll devour every woman I dislike or that turns me on. The ones who gave me pointless orders, that dark-elf professor bitch who deliberately tried to ruin me, and all those who strut around acting so lofty. Oh, and that includes Chloe, of course.”
Eloise stared at me blankly as she listened to my long, seemingly absurd speech, then let out a helpless laugh.
“…I don’t know how you’ll do it, but it looks like I’ve gotten myself tangled up with a truly wicked woman.”
“You’re only realizing that now? More importantly, weren’t you one of the people who tormented me, Eloise? That doesn’t sound like something a perpetrator should say. Just think of it as karma coming back around—in a very peaceful, very lewd way.”
“Ahem…”
“So, will you cooperate or not? I’m planning to devour Chloe, and I’ll naturally need your help. It’s not that I can’t do it without you, but I figured I should ask anyway.”
Will you help me?
At my words, Eloise seemed to realize I wasn’t simply talking nonsense or lying. She began to hesitate. Of course she would eventually submit if given time, but I decided to ease her worries.
“Here, Eloise. If you help me, I can help you in return from now on.”
I held out my clenched fist. She looked at me as if asking what I was doing, so I shook the fist as if telling her to reach out. After a moment’s hesitation she extended her hand, and I placed the prepared gift on her palm.
What dropped with a soft plop was a simply designed pair of panties. To be exact, they were the warm pair I had been wearing right before we had sex. I had been quite sweaty then from arousal and heat, so the fabric was thoroughly soaked.
Eloise unfolded them as if in a trance. When she saw the damp spot at the center, she swallowed hard.
“Just so you know, this is a present. And if you refuse my offer, you won’t get to experience what happened last night ever again.”
Recalling the previous night, Eloise’s face fell into pure despair, like a child whose candy had been stolen. She soon nodded.
“…Fine. I’ll help. If helping is what it takes…”
“Wise choice, Eloise.”
I gently stroked her hair, then slowly lowered my head until our eyes met. As if sealing a promise, we pressed close and began to kiss.