Free Web NovelChapter 29: Cleaning Up (2)
Weiss was a witch unlike anyone else in the world. The Queen of Witches. Since the day she had been kidnapped by the previous witch, nothing had really surprised her anymore.
Except... this butler of hers.
"Let’s get into the bath."
Time and again, from the day he strolled casually into the Grim Palace and almost left taking all her riches, she had been surprised by this man. And today? Today he had crossed another line.
"Fuck... what?" Weiss asked, unable to trust her ears.
"Yeah, come. We’ll heat the water once and get in there right away." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Why would I get in with you...?"
"So we can clean each other’s backs," said her butler, Phantom. That was the only name he called ’real’ ever. It rang weird, but she guessed it couldn’t be that different from Weiss anyway. It was his title in the first place, something apparently the ’world’ had given him, and he said who was he to reject the world’s christening.
"I don’t get it," Weiss said, gathering her thoughts again. This bath thing was more important right now. "Bathing is a personal thing, don’t even think of coming in or peeking either!!
"Really, Miss Witch. It’s nothing that deep. People bathe in sharehouses all the time, shared baths, public hot springs, they are quite the popular thing in fact."
"I’ve never heard of this."
"What all have you heard of anyway?"
That argument always got her. Weiss looked her butler up and down. She could feel some saliva fill up underneath her tongue.
Would it be that bad...? For some reason, her thighs were tightening as well. She knew that a man and a woman going into the bath together wasn’t as innocent as he was making it out to be, but what was the worst that could happen anyway?
They see each other naked. They touch each other’s skin a little.
If it were anyone else, Weiss would have objected, but with her butler...
"Is this really something everyone does?"
"Of course, with complete strangers even. More importantly, isn’t the chocolate in your back too? How would you wash it."
"Magic."
"Touche. I can’t do that though. I’ll clean better as well, come on if you’re coming."
With a sigh, Weiss stepped ahead. Was it just her, or had he become slightly more disrespectful in his words?
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I opened the bathroom door and walked inside, with a snap of Weiss’ fingers, all the lights turned on. This was her personal bath, that nobody else was really supposed to use. There was a shower on one side, opened up with the head of a tree-like structure. In the center was the bath itself.
A giant swimming pool. The bath alone was as big as Nea’s entire house. It was right to call it a swimming pool instead of a ’bath.’
I gulped and turned back. There, Weiss, had already stepped inside the door. Her hand was around her top as she was pulling it off. The silk of her clothes pulled up inch by inch to reveal her smooth mid-riff. Her snow-white skin gleaned, shined, alluringly pulling my gaze further in.
It folded further as it rode up her chest, her small yet firm breasts. Handful, their size, they would perfectly fit in my palms. The only thing stopping it right now was her bra, not padded, not tight, airy enough for her tits to breathe.
Her armpit showed, then her elbow, and the top was off her head. She turned to me.
"What?" asked Weiss.
"Nothing...?"
"Get undressed then, we have to bath and make cake. What are you gawking at?"
"Just..." I gulped again. Hey, for real? Was this happening for real? She was taking the lead before I could do so?
That was crazy. Did this secluded socially inept witch really not care that much?
I took off my clothes too, first the coat, then my shirt. I looked at my own body, scars littered my entire torse and my hands, all the way down to the sleeves. Many were deep, some light, it was not easy to live the life of a thief after all.
This time, I turned again, and it was my dear little witch who had stopped, her thumb in the waist of her pants, as she looked at me with widened eyes.
"You..." Weiss muttered. She gulped. "What’s with all these scars?"
"I drew them."
"Huh?"
"Life, Miss Witch. It shows us many sceneries and colors."
She walked closer, stepping up right in front of me, her hair and skin was still chocolatey.
Her fingers ran over my stomach. Over a long scar.
"How’d you get this?"
Her finger trailed up, lightly grazing my skin.
"It was 14 years ago, I tried to steal from a count in the south." freewebnovёl.ƈom
"Is he dead?"
Her hand was just slightly on me, on my chest, nearing my nipples before going further up.
"Dead dead."
"Good," she said. Her hand moved away and she took a step toward the bath. Her back facing me. One hand reached behind and unhooked her bra.
It fell to her feet.
Fuck...
