Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 92

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Fiona poured water over Caligo’s soap-lathered hair. In her heart, she wished she could pour a bucket of water over her own malfunctioning mind, but she restrained herself to the thought. Had she always been this inclined toward carnal thoughts? A slight sense of self-loathing crept in.

Having finally finished washing his hair, she now faced another crisis. Confronted with the task of washing that magnificent body she had just been surveying with her eyes, a wave of helplessness washed over her.

After a moment’s hesitation, she guided Caligo out of the tub. He rose as compliantly as he had entered.

“Just as I did with your hair, rub the soap over yourself. I will do your back…”

But so compliant was he that when he abruptly stepped out of the tub, he stood before her in the nude, not a single thread upon him, and Fiona, who had been kneeling on the floor, found herself facing an unexpected predicament the moment she turned her head.

Something had darkened her vision, as if a shadow had suddenly fallen. Coming to her senses, she realized it was a shadow cast by Caligo’s massive body standing before her—and by his equally massive member.

“Ah…”

Encountering that e***t object without any mental preparation, she was struck speechless. While he had been in the water, the ripples had at least blurred the image, but now it was thrust before her eyes with terrible clarity.

When had it become like that? The sight of it, fully e***t and rising to his navel, was deeply shocking. Having only ever sensed it in darkness, never seen it directly like this until today, the shock was all the greater.

How could a piece of flesh that looked so heavy and weighty to the eye stand so straight instead of hanging downward?

Moreover, unlike its pretty, flushed pink color, the taut, about-to-burst surface was covered with bulging veins that seemed grotesque. The member, wet and glistening, even inspired a flicker of fear in Fiona.

How had she ever taken that inside her? Had there been such space within her body? Having only ever joined with him below like beasts coupling in darkness, to suddenly behold the reality so plainly was overwhelmingly disconcerting.

“Um…”

At a loss for words, she watched it twitch several times before her eyes. Lifting her gaze, she found Caligo looking down at her with an expression still compliant, yet somehow tinged with expectation.

“Caligo, I would like you to turn around.”

Though he grew somewhat sullen at Fiona’s request, he did not resist and turned his body as instructed. With his front no longer visible, the shock receded slightly—but now his fully exposed back view presented its own difficulties.

Her head swam at the sight of exquisitely sculpted gluteal muscles beneath his broad, muscular back. Fiona could not tear her eyes from the deep groove running down his spine or the dimples settled on either side of his b******s. Even if one commissioned a sculptor to create the perfect form, it could not be more flawless than this.

“Th-this is how it’s done. Understood?”

Struggling not to focus too intently on his physique, Fiona hastily finished soaping Caligo’s back and fled the bath chamber as if escaping.

Whether from the steam filling the room, heat surged through her body and her face burned as if it might burst.

She paced before the bathroom, barely managing to calm her stubbornly racing heart, when shortly thereafter Caligo followed her out.

“Oh dear, you should have dried yourself. Now the floor is all wet.”

Pretending to bustle about, Fiona snatched up a towel and first covered his lower half. When she rose on her tiptoes to dry his hair with another cloth, Caligo bowed his head for her.

Even as she diligently worked the moisture from his hair, Fiona’s every nerve remained fixed on the area below his waist. Though she deliberately averted her eyes, the shadow of his e******n—as vigorously prominent as the pillar she had glimpsed earlier in the camp barracks—weighed heavily upon her consciousness. At the same time, she grew troubled.

She was no expert on the male body, but would it not become painful if left in that state? Concern arose that she ought to resolve it somehow.