Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 725: Shower Play

"My knight is not such a horrible man! He would never!" Vex said, defending my honor.

A dangerous glint appeared in Iris's eyes, telling me she wanted to suckerpunch this woman very badly.

"I got you a really modest bathing suit. Why would I use you as eye candy? I'm a real gentleman, Miss." Knowing this much wasn't going to be enough, I whispered, "I have Vex to molest and ogle to my heart's content. You're safe for now."

"Hey!" the Hexblade cried, strengthening her grip around my waist, making me see stars.

"Don't hurt Master!" Blossom growled with hostility, ready to lunge at her.

"Ah, my bad. Sorry, Ghosty. I forgot our Quinnie was still a little boy," Vex apologized, but I couldn't help but sense a great deal of coy mockery in her tone.

"Now you've done it…" I grunted, making her pretend yelp. "Oh no! Whatever shall I do to make it up to my handsome knight~?"

"Ugh, I'm going to tear my ears off if I have to listen to this one second longer. I'm joining the battle," Raika decreed, throwing her bathing items dismissively to the ground and walking toward Sunscar.

"Raika, sit."

This single, authoritative command from Vex was enough to make the woman do as instructed, plopping her butt down on the ground like a good doggy.

"A sexy shower play should be good enough to earn my forgiveness," I said, ignoring their little drama.

"A sexy shower play you say…?" Vex mused with uncertainty. She was a modest woman who never did these things in her nearly 200 years of life, so her reluctance was understandable.

"You know you can trust me."

"Do I?"

"…" I couldn't help but smile wryly. Not wanting to sound like a hopeless pervert, I shrugged my shoulders and began undressing myself instead. I wasn't going to get on my knees and beg like a loser. If she wasn't game, I would more than happily pass the time by stroking my Blossom's heavenly mounds and playing with Kitsara's three tails.

"Gentleman, he says… An exhibitionist gentleman?" Iris was in a rather grumpy mood, it seemed. I didn't quite understand why. My donger hanging freely in the air couldn't be it, right?

"Haaah… Why am I so weak when it comes to telling you no?" Vex sighed with defeat. "Fine, you win…" she said, reaching for her bloody kendo clothes and slowly disrobing from them.

And in this manner, she stood under the showerhead. The quiet sound of droplets striking stone and skin played like a sensual melody in my mind.

Vex stood before me with her hair slicked back by the downpour of water as blood and grime slid down her skin like dark ink washed from parchment. Her face, once fierce and focused, was softened by the warmth. Her reddish eyes shimmered beneath her soaked lashes, narrowed slightly in reluctant surrender.

She didn't equip the bathing bra and panty I provided her with. Instead, she stood in nothing but her underwear, evidently thinking they needed to be washed as well, not just her skin.

Despite the presence of her underwear covering her privates, her hands stubbornly shielded her chest and hips from my eyes. Her cheeks were tinged with crimson.

I stepped forward slowly, letting my fingers weave together with hers for just a moment to coax her arms gently apart. "Relax," I said softly, my tone closer to a whisper than a command. "Just let me take care of you."

Her lashes fluttered, and she gave a little nod.

Starting with her face, I cupped her cheeks, brushing away the last trails of dried blood beneath her eyes with my thumbs. Her skin was warm under my touch, almost feverish—but she didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned slightly into my palms.

I worked downward from there, taking my time. I conjured a soft cloth, dampened it beneath the magical flow, and gently began to scrub her neck and shoulders, washing away the crusted remains of battle, of ash, and of stress. Her breathing was calm. Measured. Trusting.

When I moved to her arms, she lifted one automatically… then froze halfway.

"W-Wait," she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "You're not actually going to-"

"Arms up," I said with an innocent smile, tapping her side.

"No…"

"Arms. Up."

She whimpered in protest but eventually raised both arms like a bratty noble at a fitting session. "I have to agree with Miss Wrath after all… You're no gentleman, nor my knight in shining armor!"

"What am I then? Without even glancing at your privates, I'm doing my utmost to scrub you free of dirt… I have no ulterior motives whatsoever," I replied cheerfully, scrubbing beneath one armpit with deliberate gentleness.

She twitched alongside a cute pout, letting me know she wasn't buying what I was selling.

Then she twitched again and let out an involuntary giggle-snort that quickly morphed into an indignant glare. "I don't like how ticklish that is."

"Should I use my fingers instead?" I teased, switching to the other side as she swayed away.

"If you do, I'm punching you."

"You won't."

"… I'll think about it very hard at the very least."

I gave a hum of acknowledgment to her adorable threat while finishing both sides before trailing the cloth lower, tracing the lines of her sides, back, and hips—but I didn't go fer her sensual buttcheeks.

Instead, I knelt, gently lifting one of her legs to rest on the smooth stone lip of the lower pool, washing down her thighs and calves before finishing at her ankles and feet.

When I finally stood again, I met her gaze.

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"…Thank you," she said, a little more earnestly this time. "You didn't… make use of the opportunity as much as I thought you would."