Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 228

Chapter 228. Valentine’s Day: Night. (4/4)

"You should at least take a shower before you sleep.”

I reopened my eyes and let out a sigh. Just when I thought the day was finally over.

“I get it, I’ll take a shower.”

“Heheh, I might as well help you with that.”

“I can shower on my own.”

“It’s just a small service for Valentine’s Day~”

She hopped off the bed and dragged into the upstairs bathroom directly across from my room.

I didn’t have a chance to say anything as she forcefully stripped my clothes off and pushed into the shower.

When she pulled up the shirt she had on and revealed her bare breasts I finally asked her, “What are you doing? Why are you also stripping?”

“I also need to take a shower, why waste water when we can do so together?” With a light pluck on her panties with a single finger, they slid down her legs on their own until they hit the mat on the floor. She picked them up with her toes, wrapped my shirt she’d worn around her panties, then dropped them in a basket off to the side.

After she threw the clothes she stripped off of on top of hers she stepped in the tub directly behind and stretched her arms around my side to turn the water on. When the warm water struck the tension in my body dissipated. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasant sensation of the water as it bombarded . Two soapy hands moved about my back up my shoulders and down my arms before they wrapped around to my front.

Being able to completely relax and having soone do this sort of thing for you was unexpectedly pleasurable in its own way.

I didn’t put up any resistance and let her do as she pleased. When she finished with my upper body I suddenly felt her hands ruffling through my hair. A creamy substance was being rubbed into my hair.

The way her fingers moved across my scalp rubbing it in at the roots reminded of how it felt when they shampooed your hair before getting a haircut. When you completely relaxed all the muscles in your body and had your scalp massaged in such a fashion it always felt abnormally good.

After a few minutes, she used the showerhead’s strongest setting to wash out the shampoo. The pinpoint pressure from the water as it barraged my scalp provided a therapeutic effect. The sound of water splattering directly against the back of my skull was unusually calming.

I went through one more round of this pleasant experience when Irene used conditioner in my hair.

My head bobbled about freely in whatever direction Irene applied force. The muscles in my neck loosened up in the process.

When I thought she was done I heard her sniffing behind my neck.

“It’s still there... that scent.”

“No way. You’re just imagining things, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m certain I’m not imagining it. You should take a bath instead.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s going to bug all night if I keep slling it.”

She filled up the tub with warm water and bubble bath. When it was full, I was unable to escape as she dragged down into the water with her.

She buried my neck between her cleavage beneath the water. Her legs bent up out of the water, through the bubbles, and under my arms to my sides. She scooped up water with her hands, lathered my body with the bubbly water, and thoroughly rubbed it into my skin.

“Seriously, why is the sll so distinct, especially from the back of your neck? It’s almost as if a girl had their arm over your neck in a buddy-buddy fashion and dragged you around a store for a really long ti,” Irene grumbled in annoyance.

Ah… I suddenly understood. No wonder… I’d been stuck in a headlock and dragged around the mall for hours.

Irene raised her right leg out of the water and curled it over my leg under the water.

She used the soles of her feet to rub my legs. She started at my feet and slowly worked her way up to my shins and thighs. Her leg eventually ca to a stop when the back of her calf hit sothing.

“Hmmmm~ it seems I almost forgot to clean sowhere.”

What she hit was hidden within the thick foam of bubbles above the surface of the water.

“Please ignore that,” I pleaded, slightly embarrassed as I’d obviously relaxed too much. My body reacted on its own because I hadn’t paid enough attention. I didn’t even realize it had reached this state until Irene bumped into it with her leg.

“If I didn’t discover it, I might have ignored it... but now that I have, we might as well have it properly cleaned while we’re at it.”

She raised her leg out of the water and rested the sole of her feet parallel to it. Her foot was fully covered by the foam so I couldn’t see anything she was doing. But that didn’t an I couldn’t feel her petite toes curl and wrap over the head. She applied so downward force and I could feel her big toe being pushed out to the side as it slid down my shaft. The shaft was squeezed between her big and second toe. The only thing I could see was her leg below knee-level out of the water as it bobbed up and down.

Her hands slid down over my shoulders, down my chest, until they extended down into the foam and ca to a stop on my abdon. Her fingers dug into my abdon as she massaged it while using her foot to stimulate my unseen erection.

There was sothing erotic about being unable to see what was going on beneath the foam. The fact that sothing so lewd was going on in plain sight only to be hidden beneath a thin layer of bubbles sohow spurred one’s imagination to run wild.

A few minutes later when I reached my limit, my hands raised out of the water and clutched firmly onto Irene’s thighs. Just a bit more and I would ejaculate, but Irene suddenly stopped moving her right leg and pulled it away with a laugh, “Haha, there, it should be clean now.”

Hah? Clean? Hold up. Did she just edge ?

My breathing was a bit disorderly.

“Irene… hah… hah… clean, you say?”

“Yes. Rember, I was just helping to clean you up.”

Evil. She was worse than the devil.

“Are you sure you cleaned it properly?”

“Oh? Did you want to keep going? Are you a dirty boy who still needs to be cleaned? I’m pretty sure I’ve been quite thorough though, don’t you think?” She whispered in a seductive tone directly into my left ear while rubbing the region directly beneath my abdon with her dainty little fingers underwater.

I gulped. Did she seriously intend to stop here if I agreed with her? I could… totally see it happening.

“Could it be you were getting off to dutifully washing your body?”

“You can hardly call that washing my body.”

“What do you an?”

Flicked the tip of my erection with her big toe.

Was that supposed to be a hint?

“You did around the sides and top properly, but can you say you thoroughly cleaned the tip or underside?”

“Oh~ now that you ntion it, I suppose I did miss a few places then.”

I felt the bottom of her big toe brush over my urethra back and forth a few tis. She gradually slid the sole of her foot over the top of the head until her heel hit the rim. She reversed her direction and slid until the ball of her foot ca into contact with my urethra.

She repeated this action several tis before she moved to the underside. She used the back of her heel to stroke along the underside.

As I reached the limit of what I could bear for the second ti, my grip on her thighs strengthened again to which she removed her foot.

“Irene…”

“What is it?”

“Did I make you mad? Are you holding so sort of grudge about sothing?”

“Not at all~, why do you ask?”

“Never mind… it’s nothing.” It was the scent. Definitely the scent. She may not outright say she’s holding it against , but she definitely was. This was no doubt a form of punishnt for coming ho slling like another woman on Valentine’s Day.

“Heheheh.” She giggled to herself happily and didn’t continue any further.

“Well, that sll seems to be gone now, so how about we get out?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah… right…”

She stood up behind and pulled up.

She dried off and dragged back to the room where I put on my usual shorts to bed. When I tried to put on one of my shirts, she forced into a plain black t-shirt that slled like her.

The only problem I had when I laid down on the bed was that I couldn’t calm down a certain part of my body. On the bed, with my back to her, she hugged from behind while she held both my hands. Her gesture suggested she wouldn’t allow to relieve myself after she’d edged twice.

I was forced to go to bed in such an uncomfortable manner while she slept quite peacefully behind . I could only curse out that terrible goth girl in my heart for causing such an awful problem. At the end of the day, Irene held the power in this household with the place being under her na. There wasn’t much I could do if she wanted to dish out so punishnt to .

Though it took a few hours, I eventually fell asleep and brought a close to this horrible day.

What was the final thought I had before I fell asleep?

Valentine’s Day is truly horrifying.

That was it.

From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely wished I’d never have such an awful Valentine’s Day experience again.