As Albert gazed at the bathroom lit up from within, his expression turned complicated. He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, then knocked twice on the door before turning the handle and pushing it open.
Having just taken off her clothes, Katrina hurriedly submerged herself in the large bathtub filled with warm water when she heard the knock.
By the time Albert entered the bathroom, only Katrina's head remained above the water. Seemingly reminded of something, her cheeks swiftly flushed crimson, yet she remained fairly composed. She had clearly prepared herself for this long ago.
Albert silently removed his clothes, intending to bathe with Katrina, when he suddenly heard water spilling over the edge of the tub. Looking up instinctively, he saw Katrina abruptly rise from the bath, her skin seeming to take on an alluring blush from embarrassment.
At that moment, Katrina felt her entire body go rigid, as if her mind were about to shut down. Isobel's instructions echoed continuously through her blank mind, and she stepped forward without a thought, trying to embrace Albert.
Nervousness and panic left the red-haired girl at a loss, and in her fluster she lost her balance. Fortunately, Albert reacted in time and caught her before she fell.
At that moment, Albert felt as though he was holding not a person, but a rigid stone still retaining warmth.
He could not help recalling his first experience with Isobel. She had seemed just as unable to let herself go.
That was perfectly normal.
Katrina was already doing far better than most girls.
When Albert lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, he met Katrina's burning gaze. Before he could speak, her arms wound around his neck and sealed his lips.
The girl's body pressed fully against Albert's. The