Eirin's Intimate Bath Service (1)
Eirin's cheeks were flushed a deep red.
'Bath service?'
I had no memory of summoning her for that. I'd never felt any discomfort washing alone, after all.
Just as I was starting to feel puzzled, Eirin regained her composure and spoke.
"Exactly as I said, young master. Because of today's work—no, you've been pushing yourself so hard lately. If I can ease even a little of your fatigue... Forgive me if this is presumptuous."
Eirin was my personal maid. If she'd come in out of concern for me, it wasn't disrespectful. Bath service from her wasn't anything strange.
But I suddenly remembered how, just moments ago when the two of them had been sitting there, Eirin had been quite conscious of my presence.
'She couldn't have been provoked by Chloe again, could she?'
Not long ago, after being taunted by Lilia in the atelier, Eirin had even hidden under my desk. And of all times, another woman named Chloe had shown up here.
Her current actions might carry a bit of personal motive.
'Though Chloe was too busy with calculations to even taunt her.'
Unlike Chloe's advances laced with desire, Eirin's were more like cute coquetry.
Even if there was some ulterior motive, her concern for me always came first. She was a devoted maid through and through.
I replied first.
"It's not disrespectful. I understand what you mean. I'll accept your service."
"Understood, young master."
Eirin bowed her head politely. The posture was impeccably formal, but since she was in her underwear, even a slight awareness made the atmosphere tantalizing enough to stir my groin.
The bathtub was already filling with hot water, steam rising like mist and fogging the bathroom.
Through that haze, Eirin's face took on an even deeper blush. Her expression remained impassive, but rosy heat bloomed across her pale skin.
Her waist was slender, her legs long. Her figure was always beautiful, no matter how many times I saw it.
Today, she wore a black lace bra. The breasts peeking through formed firm, teardrop shapes full of elasticity.
Noticing my gaze, Eirin averted her eyes for a moment and bowed her head shyly.
"I couldn't attend to your bath in my maid uniform... I apologize."
Even in her underwear, she still wore her maid headband. It seemed she wanted to emphasize that this was all part of her duties as a maid.
'Come to think of it, she never takes off that headband.'
Even on the day she taught me painting, when we'd tangled passionately almost all night, Eirin had never removed it.
I'd even tried to slip it off once, but she'd firmly refused. It must be her way of upholding her pride as a maid.
Then Eirin spoke to me.
"Then I'll begin. Would you sit here first?"
I stripped off my remaining underwear and sat on the bathroom stool. Eirin laid a towel beside me and knelt on it.
She picked up the showerhead. In the imperial capital Teria, where magitech was advanced—especially in the renowned Pantheon—the water pressure and temperature were fully adjustable. Eirin tested the water on her hand to find the perfect warmth.
She began gently washing my body with the warm water.
"Is it not too hot?"
"It's just right."
The water was comfortably soothing. Her delicate touch glided over my skin.
From my sweat-drenched nape to my now-muscled upper body, Eirin washed me thoroughly. Leaning in further, she even lightly cleaned my thighs.
"...Pardon me."
And then her hand reached between my legs.
I'd consciously relaxed my tyrant, but as she softly washed my groin, it hardened instantly.
Even seeing that massive shaft, her steady hands didn't falter. But leaning in even closer, the nape of her neck flushed red for a moment.
The huge cock that had taken her virginity. Through it, she'd experienced countless climaxes. No matter how she tried to ignore it, she couldn't help but be aware.
Her devoted touch continued. And her tofu-soft bare skin brushed against me repeatedly.
I was getting aroused just like Eirin.
But she diligently and calmly kept washing me. After rinsing lightly, she began soaping my entire body.
"This is the soap I bought in advance. It's infused with an aroma for relieving fatigue, they said. How is it?"
As Eirin said, the soap's scent was soothing and calming. But only my mood and part of my body were growing languid.
Rather, the slippery lather gliding over my cock only excited it more. There was no chance for the erection to subside.
"If you're this aroused... your fatigue won't melt away easily."
She rinsed off the soap suds covering my body once.
Then Eirin moved behind me. Still kneeling, she embraced me from the back.
Her soft, plump breasts full of fat pressed warmly against my back. She'd unhooked her bra in the meantime.
And her soap-lathered hands reached my cock.
"I'll... soothe you."
With that, Eirin's handjob began in that position.
***
The bathroom, filled with hazy steam, had taken on a sensual atmosphere. The fragrant aroma of the soap permeated the air.
And it was a handjob in a position I'd never experienced before. I couldn't help but get excited.
Eirin's hands, reaching from behind my back, slid over my rigidly erect cock.
"Is it uncomfortable?"
"Not bad at all."
Far from uncomfortable—it was a novel pleasure that made my hips twitch. It lacked the sticky viscosity of primordial slime mucus, or love gel.
But the feel of the soap suds drenching her hands was exquisite. The slick sensation rubbing along my shaft was incomparable to a normal handjob.
It felt like she was putting even more strength into it than usual. Her hands worked tirelessly on my cock.
Squelch-squelch—
It was a grip that might hurt or chafe normally. But with the soap suds, it slid smoothly over my skin.
The gentle squeezing was beyond imagination. Just that up-and-down friction made my cock feel like it would melt.
Noticing my reaction, Eirin said,
"You don't have to hold back. It wouldn't be good for your body... Do as you please, young master."
Her wrist movements sped up. The luxurious handjob continued relentlessly. My lower abdomen quickly grew heavy.
Her skilled hands brought the urge to ejaculate surging up fast.
"Haa... Hoo..."
And from behind me came Eirin's lewd breaths.
It could be from the unusual position and the nonstop handjob leaving her breathless.
But since we'd always been intimate, I could easily tell when she was aroused.
"Hoo... Hoo... Ahn..."
No doubt—her arousal was leaking out unconsciously in those moans.
My cock always brought her such joy. With her sensitive breasts pressed so tightly against my back,
The more diligently she stroked, the more her own body was stimulated.
The breast sensation from behind remained softly plush. At the same time, her stiff nipples gave a different thrill.
"Ah... Hn... Hoo..."
It was an intensely erotic breathing. Enough to fill me with satisfaction.
If Lilia or Chloe were this worked up, they might have stripped off their panties and masturbated with their free hand.
But Eirin was diligent. Unlike her moans, she tried to hide her arousal. She steadied her breathing for a moment, then sped up her hands for the final sprint.
The grip stronger than usual doubled the pleasure surging through my cock.
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
I couldn't hold back anymore and unleashed the thick white fluid. The peak male ecstasy of ejaculation—Eirin elevated it even further.
She kept rubbing the most sensitive part of my cock without pause until the ejaculation fully ended.
Thanks to that, she milked out even the semen deep inside.
"Haa... Well done, young master."
And in that instant, I felt Eirin hug my back even tighter.
The satisfaction of a personal maid fulfilling her duties diligently. The accomplishment of successfully making her man cum. I sensed those feelings faintly.
But it was more than that—emotions too profound for words were wrapped in it. Uncharacteristically for Eirin, her whole body tensed as she clung to me tightly.
As if she never wanted to let me go. But Eirin quickly came to her senses and pulled away from my back.
As if brushing off the emotion, she spoke more businesslike than usual.
"Then I'll finish the shower."
She cleaned up the aftermath of ejaculation and remaining suds. She even washed my hair meticulously. As she said, my fatigue truly melted away.
"You worked hard, Eirin."
"...Not at all."
I turned to look behind me briefly.
Eirin's exposed bare breasts and pink nipples. They were still erect.
Noticing my gaze, Eirin hurriedly tried to put her bra back on, embarrassed.
"The bath service is over, so..."
But I had no intention of ending it there. I stood from the stool and grabbed her wrist.
"Y-Young master?"
"Wait. The bath isn't over yet. No need to rush."
I hung her bra on the bathroom rack.
Eirin grew even more flustered. Because I'd gone ahead and pulled down her panties.
***
The black lace panties matching her bra slid down her legs in a lingerie style. Her intimate area was now exposed.
"H-Here!"
Eirin let out a startled voice and covered her crotch with her hand.
But I'd already seen it while pulling them down. Her neatly shaved pink pussy, already slick with sticky love juices.
She'd tried so hard to hide it. But after the prolonged handjob and slippery skinship, her glands couldn't hold back.
But Eirin quickly composed herself. As I pulled the panties to her ankles, she lifted her foot slightly to let me remove them easily.
Her bare feet, glimpsed briefly, were impeccably maintained, pink and soft. Her ankles were slender too, adding feminine allure to her smooth legs.
As if collecting her thoughts, Eirin spoke calmly.
"If you desire nighttime service... the bed would be better than this bathroom. And allow me to dry your body."
She picked up a clean towel, ready to wipe me down.
'She's misunderstanding.'
Our thoughts must have diverged.
She probably thought I'd gotten worked up and wanted to do it with her now. Maybe unsatisfied with just the handjob.
But my intentions weren't impure. I hung her panties on the rack too and said,
"You're misunderstanding something. The service is enough. I've already ejaculated."
"Y-Yes...? Really? But you removed my underwear first... You don't have to hold back."
"It's not that. Sit on this bath stool for now, Eirin."
I sat the flustered Eirin on the stool.
"Young master...? Wh-Why..."
"You've worked late too. Since we're already in the bathroom together, you should wash up as well."
Only then did Eirin realize my intent. I planned to wash her, just as she'd done for me.
"No! A noble like you... How could you for someone lowly like me!"
Eirin jumped in shock, trying to stand. I gently pressed her shoulders down.
"That's an order. Stay still and receive my bath service. Do you intend to disobey?"
"N-No, but..."
True to her devoted nature, she couldn't defy me. Blushing, she obediently sat. Of course, she couldn't spread her legs wide like a man.
She pressed her smooth legs together straight, extending them forward.
"Good girl, Eirin. Just stay like that."
I adjusted the showerhead to a slightly warm temperature and began washing her soft bare skin.