Into the Creations

The roles had changed.

I was now sitting in a chair, and Yuria had begun washing my body.

Yuria, holding a shower towel, was visibly tense. I understood. It was her first time seeing and touching a man's body.

"Put the shower towel down and start by washing my hair."

"Yes, master."

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Yuria's touch was awkward at first, but it gradually improved. I could feel her movements becoming more skilled.

'Damn, is washing hair a talent too?'

I remember my mother, a hairdresser, nagging me, "Can't you even wash your hair properly?" Back then, I thought it was just meaningless nagging and didn't pay much attention.

"Please close your eyes."

"...."

I closed my eyes as instructed. Water flowed down over my head. In my mind, I began plotting how to use Yuria.

First, let's assassinate anyone who gets in my way.