Let's Train Heroine

Maris stood in front of the bathroom door, bathed in the soft, flickering glow of the lantern's light. Her figure was barely concealed by a bath towel that clung to her body with an effortless grace. The towel was wrapped snugly around her torso, but its coverage was minimal.

It draped across the lower part of her breasts, just enough to hide her nipples while leaving the smooth, white skin of her upper chest exposed. The fabric stopped at the top of her thighs, revealing the full length of her milky white legs.

Her delicate thighs were entirely visible, with the towel falling away in such a way that it preserved her modesty but accentuated her graceful curves. The towel's edge rested tantalizingly close to her hips, revealing the full expanse of her thighs while leaving her private areas just out of view.

The contrast between the soft, absorbent fabric and her exposed skin created a striking visual, both alluring and innocent.

Maris's heart raced as she stood there, her nerves making her feel unusually self-conscious. She adjusted the towel slightly, trying to ensure it stayed in place and covered her adequately. Despite her calm exterior, her thoughts were a whirlwind of anticipation and anxiety. She could feel a slight tremor in her hands, and her breath came in soft, shallow puffs.

I hope this doesn't seem too forward, she thought, trying to reassure herself. Lucan must think I'm being too bold… but I just want to be close to him. After all, I've missed him so much.

She stole a glance at the bathroom door, her gaze lingering on it as if willing it to open. Her thoughts were a jumble of emotions—hope, longing, and a hint of fear. She wanted to show Lucan that she cherished him, but she couldn't help but feel nervous about how he might react.

What if he thinks I'm being inappropriate? Or that I'm too much of a burden?

Despite her worries, Maris forced a serene smile, trying to project an image of calm confidence. She had chosen this moment carefully, hoping that her vulnerability would express her affection in a way that words alone could not. She knew it was a delicate balance—trying to be close to Lucan while not overstepping boundaries.

Her fingers gripped the edges of the towel more tightly, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The quiet anticipation was palpable, and as she waited for Lucan to arrive.

However, she felt waiting at door like wasn't good impacting view. So she discard the towel and went in the bath. She warm the water with magic, creating soft steamy haze.

Five minutes later.

Lucan stepped into the bathroom, his pulse quickening as he saw Maris waiting for him. The room was filled with a soft, steamy haze, and the large bath was invitingly warm. Maris was already in the water, her towel discarded on a nearby stool, her smooth, white skin fully exposed. Her demeanor was relaxed, a stark contrast to Lucan's internal struggle.

"Lucan-sama, you're here," Maris said with a bright, welcoming smile. She leaned back against the edge of the bath, her posture casual yet confident. "Please, join me."

Lucan nodded, though his heart raced as he tried to focus on her face rather than the distracting sight of her bare skin. He stepped into the bath, the warm water soothing against his tense muscles, and took a seat across from her, keeping his gaze firmly locked on her eyes.

"Thank you for coming," Maris said, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and relief. "I really wanted to spend some time with you."

"Even though you did nothing ut spent time with me from the time you arrived," Lucan said while his mind struggling to maintain composure. Maris's presence was overwhelmingly enticing, and despite their previous baths together, the current intensity of her aura was affecting him more than usual. He forced himself to breathe deeply and keep his gaze steady.

"Yes, I missed you a lot," Maris said, and she shifted slightly in the water, the steam creating an ethereal aura around her. "If you're comfortable, I'd like to help you relax. May I wash your back?"

Lucan's heart skipped a beat. He nodded, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting to her proximity. "That would be… that's fine."

Maris moved closer, her touch gentle and practiced. As she reached for a sponge and soap, Lucan kept his eyes on her face, doing his best to avoid looking at the exposed areas of her chest and thighs. The warm water and her touch were comforting, yet the intensity of her presence and the sensation of her fingers on his back stirred a confusing mix of arousal and discomfort.

Maris began to lather the sponge and gently scrub his back, her movements rhythmic and soothing. "You've been so supportive, Lucan-sama. I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

Lucan nodded, forcing a calm demeanor despite the inner turmoil. "It's my pleasure, Maris. You deserve all the support."

As Maris continued to wash his back, her touch was both tender and purposeful. Lucan focused on her face, her gentle smile providing a distraction from the feelings her closeness stirred within him. The steam enveloped them both, creating a cocoon of warmth that was both relaxing and intensely intimate.

After spending half hour, Lucan found that he had some immunity from Maris's charm. He wasn't at uncomfortable as he was at beginning.

I think, sometime later, I wouldn't be affected like this again.

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