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The Incubus System Chapter 1085. Bathing The Angel I
🕑 Added 2024-12-12 21:31:18 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1085. Bathing The Angel I
She pouted slightly, clearly unamused by my teasing. “Fine. But no funny business,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me as if daring me to argue.
“Funny business?” I repeated with a grin. “Puriel, we just had sex like crazy last night. What could possibly embarrass you at this point?”
Her face turned bright red, and she tightened her grip on the blanket, looking very much like an untouched maiden despite the very recent evidence to the contrary. “That’s different!” she snapped. “This is… this is…”
“Completely normal,” I finished for her, stepping closer. “Relax, I’m just here to help. Now, first things first…” I reached for the blanket.
“Ethan!” she yelped, clutching it like her life depended on it.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What? It’s in the way. Unless you plan on showering fully clothed, we kinda need to get rid of this.”
She glared at me, her cheeks still flaming.
“Let go,” I said with another flat stare, tugging the blanket gently. She held onto it for a moment longer before letting out a defeated sigh and finally releasing her grip.
“Happy now?” she muttered, refusing to meet my eyes as the blanket fell away.
“Ecstatic,” I replied, my tone light and teasing. “Now, let’s get you set up.”
I turned on the shower to demonstrate how it worked. The sound of water cascading filled the space as I adjusted the temperature, explaining each step in detail. “So, this knob controls the water flow, and this one adjusts the temperature,” I said, gesturing to the controls. “You don’t want it too hot or too cold. Just right.”
She tilted her head, watching the water with a mixture of fascination and wariness. “It’s… warm,” she murmured, holding her hand out to feel the spray.
“Exactly,” I said, smiling. “Warm water is your friend. Now, you just lather up, rinse off, and you’re good to go.”
Her brow furrowed slightly as she glanced at the various bottles lined up on the shower shelf. “What about these?” she asked, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squinting at the label.
I took it from her, flipping it open and pouring a small amount into my hand. “This is shampoo,” I explained, rubbing my hands together to create a lather. “It’s for your hair. You work it in, rinse it out, and voilà—clean and shiny.”
She frowned, clearly skeptical. “And this is necessary?”
“Unless you want your hair to feel like a bird’s nest, yes,” I said with a grin. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
Puriel hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “Fine. I’ll try it.”
“Good,” I said, stepping back toward the door. “I’ll leave you to it, then. If you need anything, just shout.”
As I turned to leave, her voice stopped me again. “Ethan.”
I paused, glancing back at her. “Yeah?”
Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, her wings twitching slightly as if mirroring her struggle. “I still… can’t stand up,” she admitted, her voice quiet but tinged with frustration. It almost made me feel guilty.
Almost.
I huffed, crossing my arms. “Right…” I muttered, mostly to myself. Then, with a flick of my fingers, I snapped away my demon’s clothes. The magic dissipated in a faint shimmer, leaving me completely naked.
Her reaction was immediate. “E-Ethan!” she squeaked, her eyes widening as her blush spread rapidly across her face.
“What?” I asked nonchalantly, giving her a lazy grin. “I can’t exactly shower in clothes, can I?”
“Do you really need to—” She cut herself off, gesturing vaguely at my current lack of attire. Her wings fluttered in what I could only describe as sheer panic.
“Yup,” I said, stepping closer. “Looks like I’ll have to bathe you. Or better yet…” I smirked, leaning just slightly into her personal space, “…take a bath with you, since I need one too.”
Her blush deepened to the point where I wondered if angels could overheat. “D-Do you really have to do that?” she stammered, her voice high-pitched and flustered.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “I can’t shower with my clothes on. That’s just… weird.”
“But—” she started, her wings twitching as if they wanted to shield her from this entirely-too-intimate situation.
“No buts,” I said, cutting her off. I softened my tone, leaning back a bit to give her some space. “Relax, Puriel. I won’t do anything unless you want me to.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she seemed to wrestle with her thoughts for a moment. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Fine,” she muttered, avoiding my gaze.
I grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, though the mischievous twinkle in my eyes probably didn’t do much to reassure her.
Stepping closer, I gently slid my arms under her, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She let out a startled gasp, her hands instinctively gripping my shoulders for balance. “E-Ethan!” she protested, though she didn’t struggle.
“Relax,” I said, carrying her toward the shower. The warm steam curled around us as the water cascaded down, creating a soothing ambiance. “This is purely professional.”
Her glare told me she wasn’t buying it. “Professional?” she repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism. “Since when is this professional?”
“Since now,” I said, my grin widening. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
I set her down gently on the small bench built into the shower, making sure she was steady before letting go. The water sprayed over us, warm and comforting, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.
“Alright,” I said, grabbing the bottle of shampoo. “First, your hair.”
She tilted her head, watching as I lathered the shampoo in my hands. “I can do it myself,” she said, though there was little conviction in her voice.
“Uh-huh,” I said, already working the suds into her golden hair. “Sure you can.”
She huffed but didn’t argue further, her wings relaxing slightly as I massaged the shampoo into her scalp. The faint scent of citrus and vanilla filled the air, blending with the steam.
“This isn’t so bad, is it?” I asked, my voice teasing.
“It’s… tolerable,” she admitted grudgingly, her eyes fluttering shut as I worked. “But you’re still insufferable.”
