Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man

Eren stood in the bathing chamber, steam rising around him as he shed his sweat-dampened training clothes. It had been another long day of drills and sparring under Naia's watchful eye, pushing his body to its limits and beyond. But despite the aches and pains, there was a sense of accomplishment—a feeling that he was honing his skills, his place in this world.

As he reached for a washcloth, the door to the chamber slid open. Eren turned, expecting to see a servant with fresh towels or perhaps Lyra come to check on their progress. Instead, he found himself face to face with Naia.

"Thought I'd join you," his sister said with a grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously. She had already shed her own clothes, leaving her bare except for a towel draped over one arm. "Race you to the bath."

Before Eren could protest, Naia dropped her towel and darted past him, all lean muscle and glistening skin. Eren's mouth went dry, his gaze snagging on the curve of her ass, the swing of her breasts. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes from the vision of his sister's body.

'What is wrong with me?' he thought frantically, even as his own arousal stirred to life. 'She's my sister. I shouldn't be looking at her like this.'

But as Naia slid into the steaming water with a sigh of pleasure, Eren found himself unable to resist following her. He moved slowly, almost mechanically, his eyes fixed on the water cascading down Naia's skin as she submerged herself.

As he slipped into the bath opposite her, Naia reached for a washcloth and soap. "Here," she said, holding them out to him. "Let me."

Eren hesitated only a moment before accepting, his fingers brushing against hers. The contact sent a jolt through him, and he watched, transfixed, as Naia lathered the cloth and began to scrub his back.

Her touch was firm but gentle, her hands moving over his skin with a familiarity that should have been comforting. But Eren felt anything but comfort—his nerve endings sparked with sensation at every brush of her fingers.