After wiping her hands, it was time for her body.
Leon lifted the blanket, just about to begin, but at the sight of that delicate body lying across the soft bed, he couldn't help swallowing.
"I-I've seen it plenty of times already. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
He took several deep breaths, consoling himself inwardly.
Once he had steeled himself, he bent down, supporting Losweiser's back with one hand while gently slipping off the strap of her nightgown with the other.
Losweiser's nightgown was light and thin; a casual tug would pull it right off.
Leon's face reddened. He wanted to look, yet felt too embarrassed to.
Damn it.
They were practically an old married couple already—well, judging by how long they had known each other, they weren't quite there yet, but judging by the "frequency," they definitely were—
So why was he getting shy just from wiping her down?
Casmod, be brave.
You weren't even afraid of slaying dragons. Are you afraid of bathing one?
He bent down again, suddenly feeling that even the breath from his nose was hot.
Leon swallowed again, clutching the towel as he slowly reached toward Losweiser's chest.
W-What a perfect silhouette...
Round and full, neither extravagantly large nor stingily small—an absolutely perfect state.
It rose and fell with her faint breathing, the sight so fragrant and intoxicating that it went straight to one's head.
Suddenly!
The dragon mark on Losweiser's chest flickered!
Leon was so startled that he hurriedly covered Losweiser with the blanket, then tossed away the towel and bolted from the room.
He sprinted all the way to the rear courtyard of the sanctuary, then braced his hands on his knees and gasped for breath.
"Fuck, why did it... why did it light up?"
A glowing dragon mark did not