"How does it feel, comfortable~?"
A gentle voice whispered in her ear as fingers caressed her body,
Lying in this position while being caressed, her thoughts drifted with the rising steam in the bathroom.
"...Mm."
Yvonne responded sowhat vaguely,
Although embarrassed to admit it, it felt incredibly pleasant,
Until today, she hadn't realized how physically and ntally enjoyable it could be to entrust one's body to soone trusted.
"Can you press a little harder with your fingers?"
"I can... ah."
As she softly agreed, Elsa increased the pressure of her fingertips.
The sensations ca in waves, feeling so good that Yvonne couldn't help but let out a soft moan:
"Mm... ah, yes... right... there, hah..."
"Hehe, want
to rub this spot more?"
"...Please."
There was a reason things had turned out this way.
It started with Elsa's request to "bathe together."
If Elsa had said this before, Yvonne might have thought she had ulterior motives,
But this ti, she didn't seem to have any particular intentions.
At least after being honest with each other, she hadn't done anything excessive to Yvonne.
So... was it really just bathing?
Surely not...
She had thought Elsa would cling to her like an octopus once they were alone,
Yvonne had even ntally prepared counterasures, but Elsa did nothing, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of disappointnt.
Last ti she had wanted to undress her directly... why was she doing nothing this ti?
Yvonne felt sowhat depressed, and felt even more depressed for feeling depressed about this reason, falling into a cycle of conflicted gloom.
Fortunately, the comfortable feeling of soaking her body in hot water, relieving fatigue, quickly washed away everything else.
It feels so good...
Taking a hot bath like this in sumr can actually relieve fatigue even better.
The bathroom was filled with warm, steamy air.
Pouring boiling water into a half-height wooden tub, adjusting to a suitable temperature, soaking in it gave one a sense of dispelling fatigue and relaxing body and mind.
Except for her bandaged hand that couldn't touch water and had to be carefully raised, which made Yvonne feel a bit uncomfortable, everything else was impeccable.
"Evie, tell
if it hurts, okay?"
Wrapped in a towel and sitting behind her, Elsa was carefully combing her hair.
Using a wooden comb to untangle knotted hair requires a lot of patience. Her movents were very gentle, as if afraid of pulling Yvonne's hair,
Even though it wouldn't matter if she used a bit more force...
These small details revealed her affection, making Yvonne's already warm face turn even redder.
"Ugh... the hair still needs a good wash... it's all tangled."
"Having severed an artery and been drenched in wolf blood... it's only natural it would end up like this, right?"
Yvonne couldn't help but sigh,
Although Elsa had used water magic to clean her up on the spot, simply rinsing with water wasn't enough to clean off the blood. It needed to be carefully washed with hot water like this.
"Now, ti for the bubbles—"
She rubbed soap near Yvonne's ears, making a sound like ASMR, which was comfortable and even sowhat hypnotic.
Starting from both ears, then the forehead, moving downwards, lifting the wet hair and piling it on top, she began to gently massage. Finally, she evenly applied the rich, dense foam to Yvonne's hair.
Throughout the process, Yvonne could clearly feel Elsa's fingers massaging her scalp, and the feeling of being enveloped in soap bubbles spread from the top of her head. She wouldn't be this thorough when washing herself, so it felt truly enjoyable.
However, throughout the process, Elsa maintained a peculiar silence, which made Yvonne sowhat concerned,
"I feel like you haven't been in a good mood since you ca back?"
"It's nothing..."
She lowered her head, her eyes flickering, seemingly unwilling to speak about it
...Yet her face clearly said 'sothing's wrong.'
"If there is sothing, I hope you can tell
about it."
Perhaps due to their mutual honesty, even their emotions had beco more frank.
Splash—
She turned around, her beautiful collarbones and the peaks of her chest fully exposed before Yvonne.
...They're so big.
Elsa didn't dare to look too directly.
Because this sight was far too impactful for her...
"Elsa—We're lovers, right? If I can't share your worries with you, wouldn't I be failing as your girlfriend?"
Holding her hand and speaking so seriously, Elsa felt her own face visibly reddening.
She hesitated for a mont before finally speaking.
"I was just thinking... I'm still too weak."
"Hah... what are you thinking? You're already very strong, aren't you?"
Yvonne didn't quite understand, because according to the ga settings, the female protagonist could be said to represent the peak of human strength in the later stages of the plot.
Even now, she was a one-in-a-million magic prodigy.
The current her was still growing, and one day she would reach her peak.
Before then, it didn't matter if the process was a bit slow.
She would witness her growth properly.
"...But I want to beco even stronger."
She looked up at Yvonne, pursing her lips, her eyes full of determination.
"Because with my current self... I can't properly protect you, Evie..."
Looking at the wound on her hand, even her voice began to tremble at the end.
"............"
After a mont of silence.
Accompanied by the sound of splashing water.
The beauty in the bath suddenly sat up, revealing a serious gaze, and grabbed Yvonne's arm with her uninjured hand.
"Evie... what are you doing??"
Being pulled up, her towel falling to the floor, Elsa was sowhat flustered,
"Anyway, co in and soak with
first."
Her damp hair hanging over her chest, she extended this invitation with a red face.
·
Is... is this really okay?
Even in her dreams, Elsa had never imagined she would be so proactive.
"What's not okay about it? Didn't we do this when we were little?"
In this situation, Yvonne was actually the more composed one.
"...That's different!"
Feeling the direct, full contact of skin against skin, Elsa's brain instantly went blank. She wouldn't have been surprised if she had fainted on the spot.
At least when they were little, she wouldn't have had such impure thoughts.
"What's different about it? Isn't it just bathing together?"
"...Uh."
With such intimate skin contact, her mind was already a ss, and she could barely speak with any confidence,
This wooden bathtub could only fit one person. Although the girls' slender figures could barely squeeze in, Elsa felt that even the slightest movent would cause their bodies to entangle—it was such a dangerous situation.
"Now we can talk properly."
It was very narrow here, narrow enough to just be able to embrace her.
Pressed close together, the distance between their hearts seed to have shortened considerably.
"So... our feelings are the sa..."
"...The sa?"
"I also want to beco stronger, and I also want to protect you."
Yvonne leaned close to Elsa's forehead, softening her voice as she said:
"But our relationship isn't the kind where one person has to protect the other, right?"
They were both girls.
Perhaps they differed in height, appearance, personality, and experiences.
But this desire to protect each other was mutual.
"Supporting each other, walking forward together... isn't that what family is?"
"So... it's okay for
to act a bit spoiled too."
Pretending to say this casually, Yvonne's face was already bright red.
Since entering the bathroom, she seed to have been constantly suppressing herself.
"Then... can I hug you?"
"Mm."
"—Then I won't hold back!"
As if returning to her true nature, she hugged Yvonne without hesitation, burying her face in her cleavage
Huff huff huff~ Nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle!
"...You pervert."
Although she couldn't help saying this, Yvonne didn't stop her.
Was it because of a lack of motherly love? Elsa seed to particularly like this maternal part of Yvonne's body.
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