Lady Catherine’s sincere words caused Julian to almost retreat into the water in embarrassnt. He had been treating her body as a pillow... The very thought of it filled him with a sense of sin, and Julian instinctively wanted to leave, but Lady Catherine held him down by the shoulders, not letting him go.
"A shy child is cute, but you have to try to overco it, or how will you ever grow up?" she said.
"I’m not small anymore!" Julian protested.
Hearing this, Lady Catherine’s body instantly went soft, and a subtle impulse made her nearly slip and fall into the water. Of course, she knew... Julian was already very ’big’ now.
Her bright lips twitched unnaturally as Lady Catherine forced a calm smile. "Of course I know my darling is very big," she said.
With half of his face subrged, Julian’s mouth was constantly blowing bubbles in the water. He didn’t express any opposition to Lady Catherine’s words.
"But, I still want you to cuddle with your mommy as much as you want."
Lady Catherine’s hands ran through Julian’s hair and finally rested on his sweet shoulder. She smiled.
The sound of bubbles grew a little louder, and Julian gave a barely noticeable nod.
Ti passed in silence. Alice, who was keeping watch over the manor, likely never would have imagined that at this mont, a beautiful young boy in the pri of his youth and a mature, beautiful woman were bathing in the bathroom, with her chest pressed against his back.
After the shampoo lather had been on Julian’s hair for a while, Lady Catherine pointed her finger toward the warm water. An incredible sight occurred. Following Catherine’s finger, a small stream of water shot out of the basin in the direction she was pointing, and a clear spring gently poured down onto Julian’s head.
The flow of water was a bit slow, but it was thorough. Julian comfortably narrowed his eyes and lay down to rest on her firm, mountainous chest as requested by Lady Catherine.
’This counts as cuddling too...’ he thought to himself, comfortably rubbing against her.
"Ah..." A soft moan imdiately sounded above his head.
Even with the towel wrapped around her body, Julian’s head still couldn’t help but rub against a rosy spot on her snow-white mound, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body, making her tremble imperceptibly.
’Naughty child...’ she thought, her legs clamping tighter underwater. Her other free hand unconsciously stroked Julian’s back, trying to relieve the itchy feeling in her heart as if she were drinking poison to quench her thirst.
After the slow stream of water had thoroughly rinsed Julian’s silver hair, Lady Catherine suddenly stood up.
"Hmm?" Julian, having lost his ’support’, imdiately made a questioning sound.
He turned his head and instantly saw a scene that made his mind waver and his heart pound. Although Lady Catherine was wearing a bath towel, it looked rather helpless compared to her tall and voluptuous body.
Lady Catherine was now standing in front of Julian, taking a bottle from a nearby shelf and opening it, letting the liquid pour into her hand. Julian, however, wasn’t looking at what she was doing.
He was looking at her half-exposed body beneath the towel. Her plump thighs were full of ripe, soft flesh, and her skin was so smooth that it seed as if a liquid would burst forth with a single touch.
As she lifted her buttocks, there was a subtle wrinkle on her thighs. The towel barely covered her snowy buttocks, but from her current commanding position, Julian could vaguely see the secluded valley...
"Shall I help you apply the cleansing liquid?"
Julian was stunned for a mont before he realized the item in her hand was just body wash.
"Okay," he said. As she turned around, he saw the large, white mounds that were almost popping out, a mix of white and pink. Half of them were exposed, and the other half was inside, eager to co out.
Julian closed his eyes, his hands silently plunging into the water, suppressing his fear of being discovered.
A few seconds passed, and Julian, sensing sothing was wrong, opened his eyes. At the sa ti, he heard Catherine’s voice, which sounded like she was smiling but wasn’t.
"How can I wash you with body wash if you’re soaking underwater like that?"
"..." Julian hesitated for a long ti before slowly standing up, covering himself with one hand.
Lady Catherine walked behind Julian and couldn’t help but swallow before placing her foam-filled hands on Julian’s now-bare, snow-white skin.
She slid her hands down, from his shoulders to his snowy back and then to his slender, straight legs. Lady Catherine helplessly crouched down again, intimately washing Julian with the foam like a mother would.
When she stood up again, it was ti for Julian’s front...
Julian, who was reluctant to face Lady Catherine head-on, shied away and retreated into the water. Lady Catherine’s beautiful eyes widened as she forcibly pulled Julian out.
"I haven’t finished washing you yet, you can’t sit down!" she said.
After thinking for a mont, Lady Catherine continued, "Just stay in the sa position you were in just now. I can wash you from behind."
Julian finally relaxed, slowly lowering his defensive stance. Lady Catherine was still standing behind him, reaching from his shoulders to his chest.
Compared to her body, Julian’s seed small and delicate. As she traced his art-like chest, she even had the urge to linger there for a while.
"Ah..." This ti it was Julian who cried out in surprise, imdiately pulling Lady Catherine’s attention back.
"Could... could you please be a little more careful? I’m quite sensitive," Julian said.
His resistant voice sounded more alluring in her ears, even with a sense of cautious pretense that was, in fact, tempting her.
Lady Catherine’s voice said "I know" and Julian finally relaxed. However, he couldn’t speak again. His body went soft, and he fell directly into Lady Catherine’s arms, covering his face with both hands, not daring to look.
When the two of them ca out of the bathroom, Julian was practically carried out by Lady Catherine.
"You... you did that without my permission..."
"That part was so dirty, of course, I had to wash it for you, too."
Julian continued to cover his face, completely unwilling to look at Lady Catherine while talking.
Lady Catherine hugged Julian and carried him to Losiya’s room. After putting him on the bed, she finally gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"Good night, darling."
"You too..." Julian muffled a sound from inside the blanket, which he had pulled completely over his head.
Lady Catherine closed her bathrobe, and her elegant steps once again left the room. However, the body wrapped in her bathrobe had beco much more sensitive, with every friction against the fabric bringing a new and strange sensation.
It was late, and Julian couldn’t fall asleep. One reason was that he had slept too long during the day, but the bath, far from making him more relaxed, had made him more alert. When he closed his eyes, the scenes from the bathroom would replay in his mind.
Finally, he murmured Losiya’s na to himself, along with so ntal imagery, and only then did he gradually calm down. Counting numbers in his mind, Julian finally fell into a deep sleep at so unknown ti.
anwhile, Lady Catherine, who had returned to her room, had a rare deep sleep that night, falling into a slumber as soon as she hit the bed.
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