Chapter 23
"...How did something this big even fit in...?"
A tiny voice murmured alongside a cool yet soft, pleasurable sensation on my lower half, pulling me slightly from sleep.
"Mm..."
Unlike my days in Astasia, I'd been sleeping like a rock lately, so I was still half-dazed. No point fighting the weight of my eyelids—I just kept them shut, waiting for the sleepiness to fade. Then, suddenly, rustling sounds erupted from beside me.
But sleep's pull was too strong. I lay there motionless, letting my eyes open naturally whenever they would.
Finally, they did. An unfamiliar ceiling came into view. I turned my head toward the faint presence nearby, and there was Yoo Seol-ah's face, right in front of my nose. Sunlight streamed in, making her look impossibly beautiful.
But why is Yoo Seol-ah right here in front of me?
Oh... right, last night. Or is it this morning now?
Yoo Seol-ah was already awake, her eyes open.
"......"
"......"
We just stared at each other, saying nothing. What the hell do you even say in a moment like this? Our bodies had a pretty instinctive conversation last night, but now... what comes next?
Sudden flashes of the night's events made blood rush southward. Morning wood had me standing at full attention, throbbing away. Yoo Seol-ah's gaze dropped straight there.
The second I felt it, I bolted upright and turned my back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Is this how she felt when I groped her chest earlier?
Unlike right before we slept, she had her knit dress on properly now. I was the only one exposed from the waist down, which felt weird. Where the hell are my pants and underwear...?
I scanned the bed, and there at the bottom—right before they hit the floor—were my clothes, along with Yoo Seol-ah's gray panties drawing my eyes like a magnet.
...So she's not wearing any right now?
Yoo Seol-ah was staring at the exact same spot. She snatched them up at teleportation speed.
First time I've seen her move that fast without magic.
I grabbed my own stuff too, but suddenly I really wanted to shower first before getting dressed. I could ask her to clean me with magic, but a real shower felt different. I loved the sensation of warm water on my skin anyway.
Keeping my lower half decently covered, I turned and broke the silence.
"Mind if I shower?"
"...I was just about to."
The air had been awkwardly wordless until we stood up. Our first exchange? About showers.
I was thirsty for one, but she was the host.
"You go first then. I'll wait."
"Might take me a while. You go ahead."
"But you're the host."
"No, come on..."
Now we were even bickering over who showered first?
Yoo Seol-ah trailed off, hesitated, then muttered so softly I barely caught it.
"...Then just shower together."
"Huh?"
"F-Fine if you don't want to."
She'd been landing critical hits on me since last night—was the alcohol still in her system? This attack power and accuracy were unreal.
Grand mages are no joke.
Unable to resist, my lips twitched upward no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. I slapped a hand over my mouth, but too late.
"I-It doesn't take you ten minutes even if you rush, and we both wanna shower quick! That's all I meant! What the hell are you thinking?"
Her words tumbled out faster and faster. She got like this when she heated up.
I wrestled my facial muscles under control, lowered my grin, and dropped my hand.
"I was just happy I get to shower too. Why you flipping out all of a sudden?"
"......"
I'd just cracked because she was so damn cute suggesting it. Never crossed my mind as anything dirty.
But her face was beet red—guess she had thought that way?
My mouth started itching to tease.
"You're the one thinking weird stuff, right? Face is totally red."
"No I'm not! Ugh... fine, I'll go first then."
"Sorry. Honestly, I wanna shower ASAP too."
Forget cleanliness—I craved that recharging feel of hot water.
"...You better not try anything weird."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
I'm not some animal. We'd gone at it right up to falling asleep; it hadn't even been that long. I could hold back if I tried.
I stripped off my shirt and tossed it on the bed. Yoo Seol-ah turned away and slowly peeled off her dress. The soft rustle revealed her slender back and bare shoulders.
Hard to look away. Why? I'd realized her shoulders hadn't been exposed once last night.
From behind, her lines were so delicate. If her hair covered most of her body, just how slim was she?
Seeing her fully naked for the first time made me twitch, but I chalked it up to morning wood and strode out confidently.
I didn't bother covering my obvious erection. No point—we'd be naked in the shower anyway. This wasn't some shonen manga with unnatural censorship.
As I walked past, Yoo Seol-ah flinched. Her eyes flicked to my groin, then away.
She stood from the bed, arms crossed over her chest, head slightly bowed.
"Eek!?"
Then plopped right back down. Her right hand shot down to her crotch.
"...How is there still so much...?"
No. Don't throb, damn it, please.
But dicks don't listen to reason. I remembered cumming buckets inside her twice last night—guess some was still left.
"Ugh... feels so weird..."
Hand blocking the flow, she stood again, legs pressed together, waddling uncomfortably toward the bathroom.
Her place was fancy—bathroom bigger than my studio's entire setup. Forget tubs in student digs; hers had a round one big enough for two. The kind you pay for on vacation. Clean, hotel-like interior too.
I followed her in, standing a bit apart in the tub. She pondered, then moved her arm to turn on the water and tweak the temp.
Arms couldn't hide those breasts anyway.
Hot water flowed. She aimed the showerhead and chanted.
"Divide."
The stream split into two through a magic circle. Smart—that's why she suggested this. Made sharing painless.
Mastered that spell.
I recalled her using it tons in battle, but never dreamed of this application.
She hung the showerhead, adjusted, and perfect streams hit us both. Warm water soothed my rising excitement.
"Haaah..."
Yoo Seol-ah sighed too, relaxing.
After wetting down, she cast again.
"Open."
"Sesame."
"......Gasp! Ah, seriously, don't interrupt! You broke my focus."
Even in the taxi last night, her sense of humor felt off. Knew it.
She recast, and her stream vanished from the showerhead, reappearing in her palm's magic circle. Teleportation magic—a portal.
Why the hand? Then she positioned it between her thighs. Ah, to clean inside.
"Don't look... go wash yourself... and why's it still hard...?"
How could it not be, with you like that?
Breasts fully out and all. But I kept it to myself.
I'd been staring while just getting wet. Her perfect body glistening? Addictive.
Time to actually wash.
"Where's the shampoo?"
"This one."
She pointed to a bottle under the shower.
I lathered up. Eyes shifted to her while my hands worked.
She glanced my way, then slowly removed the hand blocking the flow from her magic circle, rinsing first.
Semen trailed down her inner thigh; she hosed there too.
But she paused, looking troubled, then slapped her other palm right to her crotch.
I pretended to focus, scrubbing my hair vigorously.
Bathroom filled with water and shampoo sounds. Soon, a lewd one joined in—faint, but my ears caught it.
Her hand moved subtly, accompanied by a squelch. 100% fingers inside, scooping out remnants.
Washing, sure, but it looked like masturbation. Hard not to get turned on.
But hold it together. I'd teased her, promised no funny business.
Then she twitched, a soft whimper escaping.
"...Ngh..."
Please... if you're telling me not to do weird stuff, don't make it harder with moans like that.
Focus on washing. Or I'll pounce.
I grabbed body wash, lathered a washcloth, and scrubbed myself.
Finally, she seemed done inside and washed normally.
But if she took long, my suds would need rinsing too.
I squeezed more body wash, foamed it up, and sidled closer. Her arms were up, shampooing from the head down—pits and sides exposed. Not a hair out of place; pure yet erotic.
I pressed the cloth lightly to her waist side.
"Hyah!? W-What are you doing!?"
Pure self-control—no dirty thoughts.
"Your hair's long; shampoo alone takes forever, right? Just gonna soap you up quick."
"...Hng. Do whatever."
Her voice pitched higher—subtle invitation?
Did she suggest this hoping for it?
I soaped gently from side up to pit.
"Hng! ...Haa!?"
"...Can you maybe not make noises?"
No way she's doing it on purpose.
"I can't help it; tickles too much..."
"......"
Even just her back, arms—parts hard for her to reach—drained my willpower. No way I could soap her chest without losing it, so I left that to her.
At last, after an eternity of torment and restraint, we finished.
Good job holding out, me.
Mentally exhausted, I dressed, dried my hair, and collapsed on the bed.
I'd showered to recharge, but...