"Oh, Fae," I softly murmured, my voice suffused with affection, as I couldn't help but be captivated by the enchanting expression on her face.

I inched closer to kiss her tempting pink lips, a shiver of anticipation coursed through me. 

But just as our lips were about to meet, she delicately pressed her hands against my chest, "Wait, Master♡" she whispered, her eyes filled with worry, held a mix of desire and apprehension. "Let me wash my face first."

In her rush to grasp the wooden cup, her fingers trembled, and I could sense the urgency in her movements. She was anxious not to keep her master waiting, eager for that anticipated kiss. 

As she dipped her fingers into the crystal-clear water, her concern was evident, not wanting the viscous fluids that had spilt on her face and mouth to disrupt this intimate moment. 

Her worry resonated with me, stirring a profound emotion within. With her gentle hands still resting on my chest, I leaned in closer to her face with the utmost tenderness.

As my face drew near, I was enveloped in a delicate, sweet scent that radiated from her, filling the surrounding air with an aroma that took me by surprise. 

The fragrance was a delightful revelation, and it left me in a state of wonder, prompting questions about whether it was meant to smell this exquisite.

With my fingers delicately wrapped around her small wrist, I found myself unintentionally uncovering her racing pulse, a tangible manifestation of her excitement and concern. 

My touch acted as an unspoken command, halting her hand mid-motion, just as she was about to scoop up the crystal-clear water from the golden-trimmed wooden cup.

With a mere thought, I simply willed her face to be clean. 

The transformation was swift and graceful, like a tender caress, as the stain disappeared, leaving behind no vestige of impurity. Her eyes, those round, green orbs, glistened with a blend of astonishment and lingering confusion.

"It's not dirty now, is it?" I murmured softly, my unwavering gaze capturing every nuance of her porcelain face.

She hesitantly extended her hand, her fingers gently grazing her now unblemished skin and running through her blonde hair. 

However, her expression was not one of surprise but rather a subtle apprehension.

"You didn't have to, Master," she fretted, her voice trembling with concern as if she believed she had imposed upon me. Her unwavering sense of duty to look after her master was evident in her words.

Overwhelmed by her unfounded worries, I was compelled to draw her close and kiss her with deep affection, hoping to convey that my care for her was a pleasure, not a burden.

"Mmhm~♡" 

Her reaction was pure and unfiltered, like a melody of delight in response to the kiss she had longed for. 

The cute moan that emanated from her soft, pink lips, like delicate rose petals, conveyed a profound contentment, and her eyes gently closed as she allowed herself to be enveloped by the moment. With joy radiating from her face, her features lit up with radiant happiness.

During our intimate exchange, Elva's voice, soft and respectful, discreetly interrupted the moment of tenderness.

"My Lord♡, your bath is ready," she announced, her cerulean eyes mirroring her dedication and beckoning me towards the inviting bath. She attended to her duties diligently, making sure the water's temperature was perfect, like a true servant who took pride in ensuring my comfort and well-being. 

Fae, momentarily interrupted in her blissful enjoyment, could only puff her cheeks in a cute display of frustration. 

However, she swiftly grasped the significance of her Master's request for a bath. 

With graceful agility, she rose from the damp floor, her long, lustrous blonde hair trailing behind her, a cascade of golden strands that clung delicately to her curves, each strand glistening with droplets. 

With her soft, delicate hand wrapped around my own, Fae guided me toward the inviting bath. Urgency filled her voice as she spoke, "Master, we must hurry, or the water will turn cold." 

As Fae led me towards the bath, my attention was captivated by the enchanting sight of her large, soft derriére. 

With every step she took, they moved with a graceful, almost sensual rhythm, dancing like a ballet of liquid silk. The surface of her butt trembled with a tender intensity, reminiscent of the gentle ripples in a serene pond. 

I couldn't tear my gaze away from its hypnotic dance. The pressure from my member, though still contained, surged with a tantalizing strength, eager for the impending sweet release.

Elva's soft words, filled with concern, gently brought me back to the present. "My Lord, please be careful; the water is still quite hot," she cautioned, her sapphire eyes reflecting both her devotion and her care. It was a tender reminder, even though she knew that not even the slightest touch of hot water could harm me.

Acknowledging her care, I turned my gaze to the large, opulent bath that lay before me, its pristine waters beckoning.