Chapter 155: Roulan’s Temptaion - A wonderful Ass [R18]
The water echoed softly as I stepped inside, the curtain falling shut behind me. Steam rolled across the cracked tiles, fogging the overhead light into a dim glow. The showerheads were older models—one was leaking slightly, ticking against the metal drain.
Roulan stood beneath the working one, back turned to me, her dark hair now unpinned and soaked down to her shoulder blades. Water slid down her spine in slow rivulets.
She didn’t turn.
"You took your time," she said, voice calm, like she hadn’t just invited me into a fogged-up stall with her shirt already half off.
I didn’t answer. Just let the water hit my shoulders, trailing down skin that still carried grit, dried blood, the sharp tang of gunpowder.
"Still so serious," she added, reaching up and adjusting the water as it sprayed between her breasts, creating a lewd puddle in her cleavage.
My breath caught—not from nerves, but from the way her bare back flexed with the motion. The muscle was lean, marked by a few old scars, but it was the curve of her hips that caught my eye.
She didn’t cover herself. Just bent slightly under the stream, letting the water coat her fully.
"You gonna wash or just stare?"
"Depends," I muttered, stepping closer. "You doing this to tease me again?"
Roulan laughed—a short, low sound, warmer than I expected. "You’re the one following me into the shower, John."