Upon witnessing her embarrassed expression, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of shyness as well, yet the captivating scent was too tempting to resist.
My gaze shifted to the towel in my hand, the one bearing the unexpected stain. Despite my reluctance, I dropped it onto the marble floor to get a fresh one to clean her.
However, to my utter surprise, it disappeared without a trace, only to reappear moments later on the towel shelf, immaculately clean, fragrant, and neatly folded.
Elva, with her graceful and determined stride, made her way to the towel shelf. She retrieved the towel that reappeared, returning it to me with a sweet, supportive gesture.
I accepted the towel, it felt freshly laundered and incredibly soft in my hand, as if it was new.
I glanced at Elva, her skin delicately adorned with lingering water droplets, patiently awaiting her turn, adhering to the wishes of her master.
A tinge of guilt tugged at my conscience, realizing that she had been waiting while I attended to Fae.
At that moment, I almost wished I had two bodies, allowing me to simultaneously care for them, fulfilling their desires with the attention and tenderness they both deserved.
'Wait, is it possible?' As I pondered this intriguing possibility, my mind swirled with questions and thoughts. The journey from awakening in this realm without a body to regaining my senses with the help of Fae and Elva had been nothing short of extraordinary.
In the depths of my mind, I still grappled with the enigma of my past, riddled with fragmented memories, but it was evident that the powerful body I now possessed was a far cry from what I once knew.
With every fleeting second, I experienced a tangible surge of strength, an evolution that defied my earlier perceptions of self.
'Is it really possible?' I asked myself again. The idea of having two bodies now flickered with potential. A mix of anticipation and excitement coursed through me as I considered the uncharted territory that lay ahead, eager to explore the depths of my newfound powers.
Sensing my heightened anticipation, Elva couldn't help but inquire, "What's the matter, My Lord?" I responded with a mysterious smile, leaving her to ponder the source of my excitement.
Turning my focus back to Fae, who remained comfortably nestled in my embrace, she continued to hold me tenderly, much relaxed from her previous expenditure.
Gently, I held her soft, small arms that had been wrapped around my sides, and when I delicately pulled away, I could see the faint impression of my touch on her fair skin. It was a testament to the exquisite fairness of her complexion.
Despite her reluctance to leave the comfort of my embrace, I proceeded with the new towel in hand.
Starting from her left arm, I began, commencing at her shoulders and working my way down.
Her arms were a picture of softness and litheness, leaving me in awe of how she could perform even the simplest tasks with those delicate limbs. As I admired the elegance of her arms, I continued to wipe them meticulously.
Concluding my attention to her arm, I shifted my focus to the two large orbs resting gracefully on her front.
These orbs, each with a surface adorned by delicate water droplets, appeared like a work of art in the soft lighting.
With the towel in my hands, I began to gently wipe them, relishing in the sensation of their softness.
As I cleaned beneath the orbs, their unusual consistency allowed them to take on a myriad of shapes in my hands, like pliable clay.
It was as if they possessed a will of their own, defying gravity and dancing upwards as I worked under the orbs, prompting me to chase and capture the droplets they released.
"Masteer~♡," she breathed out in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible, as she leaned against my chest, seeking reassurance and support.
Her hands trembled as they rose to her lips, trying to steady her breath, and her cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink that extended from one ear to the other.
'Again?' I found myself contemplating. I wondered if she was unusually sensitive, or if there was something about my touch that had this unique effect on her, turning her jelly in my arms.
At that moment, it seemed I had no alternative but to kneel on the cool, wet marble floor to continue with the task of cleaning her.
As I did so, her smooth, fair, and flat belly came into direct alignment with my face, drawing my attention to its pristine form.
It was during this intimate exchange that a subtle realization swept over me, a detail that had previously escaped my notice but now became glaringly apparent, and it left me momentarily taken aback.
