RSE CH 38: (Patreon)

“What?! There’s no need. Really. I’m perfectly capable of washing myself,” Leo insisted.

“That simply will not do, Master.” Lucy made a chopping motion with her hand so sharp that, though it stopped short of the water, caused ripples in the tub. “It would defy the purpose of taking a bath together.”

Leo tried again to decline, but Lucy stubbornly insisted he let them take proper care of him.

“We know you can wash yourself. But we want to see how much you trust us; we wish you to openly expose your back to us. That is precisely what trust is all about, no? This is no different than entrusting another to watch your back in a fight.”

She elaborated further without letting the momentum she’d built up fade. “Asa will properly wash your back for you. But not only will she wash it, she will demonstrate how much she appreciates you trusting her enough to expose your back to her.”

“Watching my back and washing my back aren’t the same thing!”

“Being naked together in the bath is a clear demonstration of trust; you defenselessly bare yourselves to one another. This is an appropriate scenario to build mutual trust, is it not?”

“Uh…”

“Please, Leo?” Asa’s soft words took the wind out of his sails.

He was afraid to look at her. And after having something so unreasonable explained with such fine logic, Leo was left with no words to protest. He could only narrow his eyes in frustration and groan at the sharp wit of his devilish maid—though not so loudly that it seemed he was rejecting poor Asa.

Deep down in his heart, it wasn’t like he wanted to reject the tempting offer. Though not a lust-crazed buffoon, he was no eunuch. Leo was a healthy young man, with all the hormones and urges that came with that phase of life.

On top of this, he not only found Asa incredibly attractive, he’d started harboring feelings for her. How could he truly reject such a proposal? As long as Asa wasn’t being forced into washing his back…

It was just too tempting.

Leo’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Okay, Asa. But only if that’s what you want to do, and that lewd pervert isn’t forcing you to do it. If it demonstrates how much I trust you, and helps you to trust me wholeheartedly… then go ahead.” He sighed. “But I still think all this is unnecessary.”

When the blonde fervently nodded—which did amazing things to her upper body—Leo held the towel in place over his crotch as he shifted forward off the seat that ran around the inside of the tub. Moving forward a bit, he turned and revealed his broad back to Asa before sinking to his knees.

“Y- Yeah… Leave it to me.”

Asa slowly moved forward from the seat that ran along the inside of the massive tub. He heard soft splashes as she moved behind him. Sinking down, Asa shifted her legs apart as she knelt over Leo’s lower legs, which were pressed tight together.

Soaking a sponge with bodywash that smelled of Sandalwood, she stared unblinking at Leo’s broad back.

“I-I’ll start now…” With shaking hands, she built up a lather in slow, gentle circles.

Needless to say, it was her first time washing a boy’s back. Slight gasps and murmurs escaped her lips every time Leo shifted, his hard muscles bunching under her soft touch.

‘He’s so strong...’

His back was much broader than hers. Even to Asa’s inexperienced eyes, the effect of his training was apparent. It showed in the clearly defined planes of his traps and lats. But what surprised her the most was the numerous scars she traced with the sponge. Each of the wounds was old, but it made her heart ache for him.

Gently lathering his back with the sponge in her dainty hands, Asa was amazed when she thought that this person had saved her. Why would someone so strong, so perfect, want to be with her?

She was frail. She was nobody. She was a failure.

Only turning his head enough to catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, Leo asked, “Is something the matter, Asa?”

As such thoughts threatened to overwhelm her, Asa’s gentle strokes had stopped, prompting Leo to speak. He was half-certain that Asa was forcing herself to wash his back because Lucy had convinced her it was the only way she could demonstrate her gratitude. He didn’t want her to push herself to serve him.

“Oh? N-No, nothing,” Asa stammered.

Startled by his sudden inquiry, she hastened to scrub with her previously motionless hand. Blinking her negative thoughts away, something caught her attention at the edge of Asa’s vision. It was Lucy’s expression.

The maid’s brows drew down, though her expression was otherwise placid from where she lay at the far end of the tub. That expression clearly criticized her for a poor performance.

‘I–I get it.’

Remembering what Lucy had advised her to do as it was a common tradition for warriors, she couldn’t help but blush as she steeled herself. Still, even now, Leo was openly entrusting his back to Asa, despite her inadequacy.

Lucy said that his allowing her to do this demonstrated how much Leo trusted her. Believing it must be true, she determined she had to respond with a similar demonstration that she trusted him.

Of course, Asa had forgotten that as strong as he was, especially given her lack of offensive means, she had no way of threatening him. Showing his back to her like this was not all Lucy made it out to be.

Asa gulped, then cleared the lump that had formed in her throat. Cheeks heating, she leaned in close.

‘What if he turns around?!’

While thinking those heart palpitating thoughts, Asa brought her body in close. What touched his broad back first, of course, was that part of Asa’s body that inevitably led the way—her breasts.

This was soon followed by her arms as they threaded their way under his and she hugged him from behind.

“!?”

Leo jumped at the sudden difference in sensation when two soft mounds pressed into his back. Slim arms reached under his and Asa’s lithe, warm body pressed against him.

If he had doubted what she was doing, it quickly became clear. Asa intended to wash his back with her breasts. Leo couldn’t help the images this brought forth—images that derailed coherent thought in a moment that might as well have come straight from a cookie-cutter hentai.

The culprit of this scenario didn’t bother hiding her glee. From the corner of his eye, Leo saw Lucy flashing victorious ‘V’ signs with her fingers. Pink hearts danced in her eyes over her trademark, expressionless face.

Asa on the other hand only had eyes for Leo in this instant. From where her cheek pressed against the back of his neck, she felt the heat as a scarlet flush simultaneously spread down his neck and up to the tips of his now crimson ears.

He was embarrassed… but he made no move to separate from her embrace. Leo was… he was conscious of her charms. For some reason, this thought made her incredibly happy.

When she’d been grabbed from behind by Barlowe, all she’d felt was disgust and fear for what he obviously wanted to do to her. Right now though, as she hugged his strong form with her naked body, she only felt elation.

As her hands slowly squeezed the muscles of his chest, gliding between his firm pecs and defined abs, a weird burning sensation grew in the pit of her stomach. This feeling was matched by the warmth that pooled between her thighs.

Emboldened by this feeling, Asa leaned back a little and grabbed the bottle of bodywash. Pouring an ample amount across her breasts, she worked her chest up and down, creating more foam with a bit of her magic.

“….”

Determined to see this through, Asa rubbed her breasts in wide circles, then started sliding her body up and down his back. Her small but firm breasts glided over the planes of Leo’s back with her awkward movements, lewdly changing shape. Her pink nipples stiffened as she dragged them back and forth over his skin.

Whenever she moved up and down, an electric tingle had her releasing small moans of pleasure that she was unable to hold in. The sweet heat pooling between her thighs jolted her with an intoxicating sensation of euphoria when Leo sank back against her and she saw over his shoulder. The towel he’d covered himself with had fallen away and she saw his manhood straining upwards.

Mmm… Ahh…

The next soft groan she heard came from his lips, not hers.

Embarrassment flared up and her cheeks lit with a blistering heat. She couldn’t deny, though, that what she was doing felt incredible. She just couldn’t believe that she had made his body react so visibly.

Asa glued herself to his back. Leo was only kneeling there, his body was clearly hot, too—maybe even hotter than the heat that scalded her from within. There was no doubt, now, that Leo was incredibly conscious of her, as a woman.

That fact made Asa incredibly happy.

‘Oh, Leo… My Leo…’

Her mind grew hazy with the feelings of Euphoria, but her movement never stopped as she hugged him tightly and writhed against his hard body. She felt something unfamiliar building up inside. It came from the center of that pooling heat in the depths of her core.

It was a foreign feeling, but her body craved it. That craving intensified with each passing second. She instinctively knew if she continued doing what she was doing, that pleasant sensation would grow and build up until it reached its climax.

Leo sagged against the lithe form that pressed against him. Asa’s sweet moans and the way her hard points of her nipples contrasted with the softness of her breast were driving him crazy. He could hardly sit still and control himself. When a fierce heat pressed into his lower back, he could stand it no more.

With a groan, Leo turned to face his tormentor.

He had been hesitant about touching her since he feared reminding her of Barlowe’s assault. But given her obvious state of arousal, he had no need to fear that.

Turning, Leo reached up with one hand to pull her lips to his. Capturing the blonde in a kiss, his other hand trailed down her side to her hip before sliding across her thigh to touch her most sacred part.

“Nn~!”

This stimulus was the last straw. In an instant, Asa came undone.

She gasped into his kiss as her mind exploded and a wave of euphoric bliss overwhelmed her. Panting, she clutched Leo as her body shuddered uncontrollably.

He held her close as Asa’s keening wail rose in the steamy bathroom. When it subsided, she slumped against him. Perhaps it was the heat of the room, or maybe it was the heat of her own body—but Asa fainted.

The innocent, petite blonde had experienced her first orgasm.