Chapter 50
Chapter 50
“Just arrived?”
Her knuckles, white and prominent, were clenched tight, as if crushing flower petals. Did this naive woman realize he wanted to paint her innocent, snow-white face an entirely different color?
“A-Are you alright?” the woman asked, approaching cautiously. Worry clung to her wide, startled eyes. “Are you perhaps injured…?”
Who was worried about whom? How presumptuous.
Benedict, feigning indifference, unbuckled his gauntlets and tossed them aside. “Is the bath ready?” he asked dryly.
“I’ve drawn a warm bath for you. But… are you sure you’re not hurt…?”
“I’ll tell you if I am.”
He quickly shed his armor and strode past her into the bathroom, assuming she wouldn’t dare follow. He shrugged off his thin shirt and splashed some water from the bath onto himself when he heard a small sound.
“Ha…”
The soft rustle, like a grazing animal exploring its surroundings, was unmistakably hers. Benedict’s lips twisted into a cold smile, a hint of desire playing at the corners. If that’s what she wanted, he would grant her wish. He blamed the foolishness of his slave, who had dared to follow him even into the bath.
The woman, clutching a towel in her arms, seemed to be struggling with the steam, waving her other arm to clear the misty air. She stumbled forward, blindly reaching for the bath. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when her feet slipped on the wet floor.
“Ah…!”
Her body tipped backward, and the towel tumbled from her grasp. Benedict swiftly caught her around the waist and pulled her against him. Her silvery eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings.
The water from his wet body instantly soaked into her clothes. Feeling the soft, warm curves pressed against him, he spoke. “Did you come in to check on me?” His voice was lower than usual, perhaps due to the echoing acoustics of the bathroom.
A strange tension filled the air. Sensing it, the woman swallowed hard. “I-If you were injured, I wanted to treat you… and besides, attending to you is my duty, Master.” She finished with a surprising firmness, as if she’d gathered all her courage. “My shoulder is much better now. I can manage simple tasks.”
“Is that so?”
Benedict stared down at the woman who had dared to enter his bath and offer her services. He chuckled, his lips twisting into a smirk as he watched embarrassment flood her beautiful, pink eyes. “Is this innocence?” His large hand cupped her chin, thumb tracing her lips before pressing down on the center.
“Mm!”
“Or a carefully calculated maneuver?” His sharp, golden eyes narrowed, assessing his slave’s intentions. Her voice trembled as she asked, “W-Why are you doing this…?”
He offered her a condescending explanation. “You seem unaware of what it means for a slave to attend to their master’s bath.” He tilted his head, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “It means offering your entire body for my pleasure.”
“…!”
His lips trailed down to her neck, where her pulse fluttered beneath his touch. He lightly sucked at the delicate skin, his fingers pressing into the hollow of her back, making her body jump.
“Ah…!”
As if anticipating her reaction, his fingers trailed up her spine. With each suckle at the sensitive skin of her neck, with each press into the dips and curves of her back, her body quivered.
“Are you aroused?”
Her eyes widened as she belatedly registered her own response. She shook her head quickly, almost frantically. “N-No…”
“No?” Benedict chuckled, lifting his lips from her neck. “You certainly felt something.” His gaze drifted lazily over her, lingering on the swell of her br3asts beneath the thin fabric.
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