Minato then gently pulled the blouse down her other arm, letting it fall to the bathroom floor.
The sight of her breasts made his breath hitch. He tried to keep his expression neutral and natural, but his hands betrayed him, fumbling slightly as he moved down to her panties.
Minato then decided to take his perverted thoughts and actions even further, by grabbing her thighs while pulling down her panties...
"God, she’s so soft and cold." His thoughts spiraled.
"H-Hey, Minito, what’s with the weird gesture?" Alia stamred, crossing her arms tightly over her breast, which only accentuated her curves.
She was breathing rapidly, her red eyes darting around the small bathroom, trying so hard to find anything but Minato’s gaze...
"It’s Minato... Not Minito." He sighed briefly, trying to act normal, while using his left hand to cover up his raging boner... "Listen, correct if I’m wrong... but doesn’t undressing usually require a little bit of physical contact?"
Alia shot him a dead glare but didn’t argue further. She delicately stepped out of her panties and then cutely stepped into the bathtub, sinking into the warm water with a long, contented sigh. The hot steam instantly filled the atmosphere, fogging up the bathroom mirror.
Minato grabbed a small bottle of Tokyo-scented body wash and a sponge. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, still trying to process the fact that he was about to bathe a cute girl, but not just any girl, the demon lord’s daughter, to be precise.
"Alright, Alia. Where do I start from? Head or shoulders?" he added cheerfully, trying to sound more like a servant...
Alia closed her eyes, leaning back against the edge of the bathtub. "You may start with my back. And Minato..." she paused, turning backward, while opening one eye. Her red iris glowed as she looked at him, "...this ti if you try anything dishonorable again, I will personally ensure your death is slow and painful, even with your wretched powers."
Minato smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his guilt, pouring a generous amount of body wash onto the sponge. "Got it, Princess Alia. Now just chill, no talking while we’re in here... I need to concentrate."
He began to gently scrub her back, lifting up her hair with each scrub; his movents beca more careful and thodical.
Each skin contact was electric, yet he forced himself to focus only on the task. As the warm water and sweet scent of the soap filled the small bathroom, the imdiate hostility between them began to dissolve, being replaced by a strange, cautious familiarity.
[DING]
[FAMILIAR AFFECTION INCREASED: 10%]
[NA: Alia Alexander Earhart]
[RACE: Vampire]
[RANK: SSSS ]
[CLASS: Grand Vampire]
[LEVEL: Ω (Oga)]
[LEVEL: ∞ (Infinity)]
[VITALITY: ∞]
[BLOOD POINTS: ∞]
[STRENGTH: Beyond asure]
[SPEED: Beyond asure]
[INTELLIGENCE: 940]
[BATTLE IQ: Ω]
[CHARM: 1000 ★]
[Passive Skill: Bloodline Authority, Fangs of Blood, Mind Control, ]
[Active Skill: Crimson Dominion, Altar of Blood, ]
[Unique Title: Queen of the Night.]
[Current Familiar Affection: 14%]
[At 100%, Host will unlock a Special Trait]
Minato was ntally in shock. "What the fuck am I seeing...A Grand-vampire? This girl is absolutely broken, and her affection rose that high just from washing her back?"
He quickly glanced back at the system window floating in front of him, then back at Alia, who seed utterly oblivious, blushing, her eyes now fully closed.
To the outside, she looked like a normal girl who blushes and is afraid of a perverted guy, but after seeing the status of Alia, Minato realized this was no joke. He was now tied to a demon princess, and his life was certainly never going to be the sa again.
"Your hands are... quite skilled," Alia exclaid, with a sly smile tugging at her lips. "I think you would be quite famous in the Continent of Blood."
She leaned a little bit closer, red eyes beginning to glow in a hypnotizing manner. "Minato... what race are you from?"
"Uh... Asian," Minato replied, scratching his cheek, looking a little lost and confused.
"’Asian?’" Alia’s expression changed, tilting her head like a confused cat. "I have never heard of such a race. Is it a hidden bloodline? A clan, perhaps?"
Minato laughed awkwardly. "Not exactly... it’s more of a...region thing for we humans ."
"A region?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes. "So... a tribe? A land of warriors? Do they drink blood there?"
"Uh, no," he said quickly, waving his hands. "We drink... tea."
Alia blinked, then smirked. "Tea? Hmph. A strange custom... yet sohow fitting for you."
She tapped her finger against her lips, still watching him. "Very well, ’Asian.’ I’ll consider it your secret race... for now." Her voice was laced with a little satisfaction.
"Uhh... What about you?"
Alia’s eyes t his, calm and unreadable. Her expression remained completely emotionless.
Then, she smiled, slowly opening her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs.
"I am a vampire." She added, brushing it off like it was normal on Earth.
Minato already knew about her being a vampire thanks to the weird system, but he just decided to play along.
"Amazing..."
[DING]
[FAMILIAR AFFECTION INCREASED: 1%]
After a while of talking and carefully scrubbing Alia’s body, Minato then switched from the sponge to his bare hands, turning on the water and letting it flow over her skin.
For a brief mont, Minato’s fingers wandered lower to her inner thigh, inches away from her vagina, but then he caught sight of Alia’s face.
Her expression had shifted completely.
Her lips parted upwards slightly, her eyes searching his, not with hatred or anger, but with sothing unreadable.
Minato froze for a second. His hands hovered for a minute, uncertain about his next move, the atmosphere of the bathroom suddenly feeling heavy between them.
"I... I can do the rest myself," Alia announced quickly, her eyes widening. Her tone had regained its commanding edge, but the tremor of embarrassnt was still there.
He let the water slip past his palms and drew back, clearing his throat twice.
"...Sorry," he uttered, forcing a fake smile.
The silence between them lingered for so minutes. "Alright," he explained in a low tone.
He stood up, his legs feeling stiff and a little shaky from crouching down for a long ti. He then moved toward the bathroom door. He paused and looked at her.
"I’ll get you so fresh clothes. So don’t worry."
Minato sighed and went to his dresser. He pulled out a clean, oversized black t-shirt... the kind he wore to sleep... and a pair of comfortable gray jogging shorts.
He smiled weirdly while walking back to the bathroom door, but to his surprise, it was locked, so he knocked softly. "Alia, I have brought the clothes."
She left Minato standing at the door for about a minute or two.
Then she opened the door seconds after, dropped her old clothes on the floor, and took the fresh clothes from Minato’s hands.
In that mont, his blood pressure rose seeing Alia’s recently worn clothes...
His hands instinctively almost grabbed them to sniff, but he was called out by Alia.
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