The last time she had bathed Little Black, she had chased him all over the place. If not for Rita... she simply wouldn't have been able to wash him...
After all, unlike dogs, cats tended to dislike water... Cats basically couldn't swim and hated getting their fur wet.
Still, it was good that this white cat didn't resist. She could bathe her with peace of mind.
Next... Durandal ran her hands all over Chelsea's body, washing her with foam like body wash. Chelsea remained still like a puppet, allowing Durandal to clean her...
Until... Durandal was about to wash that particular spot when Chelsea suddenly began struggling fiercely, trying to stop her.
"Shiro, what's wrong?! Don't squirm around!"
The white cat's sudden reaction left Durandal baffled. Everything had been going fine before, so why was she... Could a cat actually be embarrassed?
Durandal tried to clean her, but the white cat refused no matter what.
Just as Durandal could no longer resist forcing her to let her wash it, the white cat before her suddenly transformed with a smack... into an adorable girl soaked from head to toe.
"Pervert! Idiot! Shut up!!"
"Are you a demon?! Some Knight of the People you are—you're disgusting! Lecher! Pervert! Super pervert!!"
Chelsea had finally reached her limit. She could not keep up the act any longer. Death was death! If this continued... she would rather die than suffer such humiliation.
What Knight of the People? What the Empire's only star? Durandal was just a super disgusting, huge pervert!!
Chelsea sat in the bath, her clothes completely soaked, furiously hurling abuse at Durandal.
She had had enough!!
She had put up with what happened before, but now Durandal was getting more and more excessive.
"...A human?"
Durandal was somewhat dazed as well. Looking at