Bath
"But the places connected to Tran aren't all just tiny villages, right?"
The words I'd muttered as we left Coen had become reality.
Five roads branched out from Tran. One of them connected back to Coen, the way we'd come; the remaining four all led toward small villages.
The one stroke of luck was that, unlike Coen—where nobody had the faintest idea where a proper city might be—the village chief's son, who'd gone off to make it big only to crash and burn and crawl home, knew exactly where the cities were.
"A temple? Every city's got a temple. The closest city from here… head east through four villages and you'll reach Hamel, the biggest port city in the kingdom, ruled by the Hamel count's family for generations. Hmm? How long on foot, you ask?"
Armed with the world-weary middle-aged man's directions, we set out east.
Staying a night in each progressively larger village as we drew closer to Hamel, we arrived at the fourth village—Brill—on the fourth day.
"So Hamel's next, then?"
I muttered as we passed through a fairly respectable entrance into the village. Selena nodded.
"If that man was right, yes. But are you really not going to buy a map?"
"Why bother when all we have to do is follow the road east? We'll never look at a map of this place again. Better to save the money."
I need to save up if I want to buy high-defense outfits, after all.
Picturing Selena in bikini armor—no, a bikini robe—I advanced my map-is-useless theory while scanning the street for an inn.
"Still, being right next to a city, this place is pretty big. Lots of people, too."
Clearly larger than Heran, Coen, or Tran—more of a town than a village—I surveyed the place and spotted an inn about twice the size of any we'd stayed at so far.
"Let's get a room first."
Pointing at the building where people were still coming and going, I took the lead and walked toward the inn.
Crossing through a dining hall packed with people drinking and chatting, others quietly enjoying their meals, I spoke to the middle-aged woman seated behind the counter.
"A room, please."
The middle-aged woman looked me and Selena over, then asked bluntly:
"Meals and a bath?"
"A bath?!"
Before I could even answer, Selena cried out and looked up at me.
"Let's do it. A bath. Please? Let's do it."
We'd been wiping ourselves down with wet towels every day, but soaking in hot water sounded pretty good. I nodded.
"We'll take everything. Meals through dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow. Oh, and we'll have dinner in the room."
I said, glancing over the dining hall with no empty seats in sight. The middle-aged woman started tallying.
"Lodging, five silver. Meals, two silver. Bath, two silver. Total, nine silver."
I placed nine silver coins in her outstretched hand, took the key, and headed upstairs.
Still, a bath costing as much as two meals?
I grumbled a little to myself as I entered the room with Selena, who was buzzing with excitement at the prospect of a bath.
Unlike the places we'd stayed before, this room had a small door in the corner.
That must be the bathroom. But what's the bathroom even like here? Doesn't look like there'd be any plumbing.
Curious about the interior of a bathroom that clearly wouldn't have the showerheads or faucets I'd taken for granted on modern Earth, I was unpacking when someone knocked on the door.
Knock knock.
Dinner already? That was fast.
Assuming it was our evening meal being delivered, I opened the door.
There stood a man carrying a shoulder yoke with two steaming buckets hanging from it.
…Ah?
"Who are you?"
I asked in a startled voice. The man replied:
"I've brought your bathwater."
Reacting to the word "bath," Selena scurried over and opened the small door inside.
Sidestepping me, the man passed through the door Selena had opened and entered the bathroom.
Only then did I realize they filled the tub by hauling heated water by hand. I followed him into the bathroom.
The man who'd gone in first emptied the water into a large wooden barrel that looked a bit too shabby to call a bathtub.
After dumping both buckets and wiping the sweat from his brow, he left the room, only to return shortly with more full buckets and continue filling the wooden tub with hot water.
After several trips back and forth, he left two final buckets of hot water in the corner and said:
"We won't reheat it once it cools, so please keep that in mind."
Having delivered the warning, the man left the room, his body soaked in sweat.
Hmm… watching him work that hard, maybe the price isn't so unreasonable after all…
I was considering that the bath fee might actually be fair when Selena, who'd already stripped naked, came into the bathroom, her full breasts bouncing with every step.
"Master, what are you doing? Aren't you going to wash?"
Well, of course I am.
"After we get the food."
I answered, eyes tracking the hypnotic sway of those massive soft mounds. Selena said:
"What does it matter? They'll just leave it by the door. Let's wash first. It'd be a waste to let this nice warm water go cold."
Mmm… leaving food in a hallway where people walk… dust… someone might take it… ahh… but… in that tub that barely fits two people… our bodies would definitely press together… face to face…
Leaving food in a public hallway didn't sit right with me, but the desire to press my body against Selena's in that small tub full of warm water won out. I stripped off my clothes.
My bare body emerged—no muscle to speak of, but no spare fat either—and with it, my massive cock, already ready and waiting.
Seeing the cock she'd been sucking every morning since that first morning blowjob, Selena gave a little start and approached the steaming tub.
"I-I'll go in first."
Her voice was quite different from when she'd been so eager to wash. Wiggling her hips, she hurried over and slipped quickly into the tub.
The moment she was in, she pulled her knees up, rested her chin on them just above the water's surface, and eyed me sidelong. Especially the cock standing tall toward the ceiling.
I smirked at Selena, whose face was clearly flushed for reasons other than the hot water, and approached the tub with my massive cock swaying.
Splash.
I put one foot into the water that rippled lightly with each of Selena's slightly ragged breaths, satisfied with the pleasantly warm temperature, and settled into the tub.
Feeling her fidgeting little feet brush against mine, I leaned back against the tub wall and watched Selena, who kept glancing back and forth between my face and the cock visible underwater.
After a while of sizing up both my cock and my expression, Selena spoke in an awkward voice:
"Th-this position is a little uncomfortable… M-Master, d-don't you want to stretch your legs out?"
Curious what she was getting at, I nodded and opened my mouth.
"Well, stretching them out would be nice, I suppose?"
Hearing my answer, Selena fidgeted for a moment, then swallowed hard, stood up, and said:
"W-want to try stretching them, Master?"
I took in the sight of water droplets glittering in the candlelight as they traced down her overwhelmingly voluminous breasts, her slim belly without a hint of fat, her firm thighs that practically begged to be squeezed, her beautiful body that drew sighs of admiration—and stretched out the legs I'd had slightly bent.
Standing with her feet planted on either side of the tub, Selena glanced down at my legs as they passed beneath her, then turned around right there.
Ohh…
I was inwardly marveling at the plump, springy ass that had replaced the soft, elastic breasts in my view when Selena looked back over her shoulder and said:
"Th-then I'll sit."
Before I could say a word, she lowered herself and settled onto my thighs.
Ohh! That soft elasticity!
The lewd sensation of the plump ass that had been right in front of me moments ago now pressing and squishing against my thighs made my cock jerk roughly underwater.
Selena, who surely knew what was behind her, took a few deep breaths, then slowly leaned her sleek, wet-haired back toward me.
As her upper body tilted closer and closer, her flawless, unblemished back drew nearer to the cock thrashing through the water, pulsing undeterred by the pressure.
And a moment later, the instant that rampaging hard rod touched the pure white wall of her back, Selena's body jerked.
"Hahk?!"
Showing that preparing yourself, that steeling your mind, doesn't mean you won't be startled, Selena continued tilting her trembling upper body backward.
Soon her straight shoulders met my chest, her small damp head rested on my shoulder, and my cock—writhing with pent-up lust—was trapped between my stomach and her back.
Mmm… this is…
I was lightly closing my eyes, savoring the lewd feel of soft skin against my body, when Selena shifted her hips slightly, deliberately nestling the base of my cock into the cleft of her ass. Looking up at me, she said:
"Th-this way it's not uncomfortable, right?"
Well… my cock's gotten a little more uncomfortable, actually…