Witch Taming System

"I mean, my clothes would’ve gotten wet..." Fiore explained. "Did you want me to wear nothing...? I don’t think I have the guts to do that..."

Lancel blinked, the pain in his back momentarily forgotten as he processed her reasoning.

The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to comprehend. Although she wasn’t completely naked, he was still a man. His body reacted naturally to the presence of an attractive woman.

"...Oh."

Fiore, who had rushed in without thinking, realized what kind of situation this was now.

His penis, which she had seen earlier, was now in full view for her to see. And most importantly, it slowly stood erect, clearly reacting to her.

Fiore quickly looked away as she helped Lancel up.

"Why are you embarrassed now?" Lancel said. "Also, what are you doing here?!"

Fiore’s face flushed crimson. Her eyes darted away from his now-erect member.

"You... you asked me to help you shower!"

"I never said that!" Lancel shot back. "I just wanted you to step out so I could shower alone!"

The bathroom suddenly felt small. The sound of running water did little to mask the awkward silence between them.

While Lancel had no qualms engaging in a physical relationship with the two apprentices, Mei and Ishtar, Fiore was different.

Unlike them, Fiore actually felt like a genuine friendship, where neither party needed anything from the other.

"It’s still hard..." Fiore said, her eyes glancing down at his penis.

"It’ll go down soon, so... Wait, why are you staring...?"

Fiore’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before meeting Lancel’s eyes.

"Do you... need help with that...?"

"Uh..."

This was absurd. Utterly absurd. While Lancel knew Fiore wasn’t exactly innocent, he never imagined she would say something like that.

"I just need to shower... I’m sorry, but could you leave?"

"No can do," Fiore said, her tone firm despite the blush still coloring her cheeks. "You’re a patient, and you clearly can’t even shower by yourself. Didn’t I promise I’d assist you until you recover?"

"That’s..."

Lancel couldn’t deny that she was right. His back throbbed with an ache from the fall, making even the simple act of standing feel like a monumental effort.

"Turn around. I’ll wash your back."

Fiore’s tone left no room for argument.

With a flick of her wrist, a small bathing stool appeared, seemingly summoned from nowhere with her telekinesis. Before Lancel could object, Fiore guided him downward, seating him on the stool.

He wanted to protest, to maintain some semblance of dignity, but the truth was undeniable. His condition had worsened since the fall, and even sitting sent sharp pains through his back.

Lancel sat in silence as his hands remained awkwardly on his lap. The warm water continued to flow around them.

Fiore lathered soap in her hands and began moving her fingers gently across his back. Despite the heat of the shower, a shiver ran down his spine at her touch.

"Relax," she said. "I’m just trying to help."

Her hands traced the contours of his shoulders and spine, careful to avoid the areas she knew were injured.

Every stroke of her fingers sent a strange sensation through him.

His mind was at war with itself, torn between the discomfort of being cared for in such an intimate way and the undeniable relief her touch brought to his aching muscles.

Lancel clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the way his body reacted to her proximity.

Her presence was overwhelming, and the close quarters of the bathroom made it impossible to escape.

It was strange. Lancel had never been this embarrassed with Mei and Ishtar. Yet for some reason, it was different with Fiore.

"...."

Meanwhile, Fiore felt a different kind of warmth spreading through her, a heat that had nothing to do with the shower itself.

It was a slow-building warmth that traveled to her lower belly, a sensation she recognized all too well.

Her gaze, despite her best efforts to keep it professional, kept drifting downwards.

Lancel’s penis, still erect from their initial encounter, stood proud and unashamed.

It was... intriguing. A primal part of her, a part she usually kept carefully under control, began to stir.

She found herself licking her lips, an unconscious reaction she didn’t even realize she was making.

In truth, Fiore wasn’t as innocent as her sheltered upbringing might suggest.

She had masturbated more times than she cared to admit. She also harbored secret fantasies of a romantic and thrilling first intercourse.

Growing up under Countess Gretelle’s strict supervision, Fiore had led a very sheltered life. Her only education came from the Countess herself, which gradually stirred a quiet curiosity about the social life.

Yet, despite not being entirely forbidden from venturing out, Fiore genuinely preferred staying indoors.

She filled her time with solitary hobbies that suited her reclusive nature. In the privacy of her room, one of her most frequent indulgences was masturbating to erotic novels.

She could spend hours pleasuring herself, sometimes even while studying.

Whether she was reading, researching, preparing for sleep, or simply taking a short break, she would casually slip a hand into her panties whenever the urge struck, savoring the warmth and the soft rush of pleasure.

By now, she was well aware she had developed something of an addiction, but she didn’t mind. It felt too good to stop, and Countess Gretelle had always respected her privacy.

Shortly after meeting Lancel, Fiore had touched herself more than once while thinking of him.

It was partly due to her lack of interaction with other men, and partly because Lancel was the first real connection she could openly engage with.

As she had said before, she wouldn’t hesitate to have sex with a man if he were a witch.

After all, that would mean he could live as long as she could.

And Lancel clearly fit that category.

This simple fact had been enough to shift her fantasies. What began as reading erotica slowly turned into thoughts of Lancel during her masturbation sessions.

Truthfully, she didn’t feel any romantic affection toward Lancel, but that didn’t stop her from directing her lust toward him.

And right now, that lust was surging through her.

As she finished washing his back, her hands moved slowly, around to his front.

"A-Ah?!"

The first thing her fingers touched was his penis.