Chapter 13: Banquet (1) {Excalibur}
Grabbing me like a pet that had slipped its leash, Lucy dragged me through the hallways with practiced ease. The servants whispered as usual, their voices low but never subtle enough to escape my hearing. But I had grown used to the gossip. I wasn't embarrassed anymore.
Without a moment's hesitation, she threw me into the bath and began stripping me down. Her hands were swift, her demeanor calm—like she had done this a thousand times. I didn't protest since this is the third time she done this.
I didn't really care what she did anymore. Instead, I picked up the book she'd given me earlier that morning, eager to study while she washed me.
She began washing my body with slow, deliberate movements. Her hands had always been Tempting, but now they felt different—warmer, almost trembling. My focus wavered as I read. Her touch was more intimate this time, tempting in a way I couldn't describe.
"W-What are you doing? That feels... strange," I muttered without lifting my eyes from the book, though half my attention was already slipping.
She gulped. Her gaze swept over me, taking in everything. I didn't see it, but I felt it—the way her touch paused, lingered. Her thoughts spiraled.
He's really this innocent? How can someone look like that and still be so... pure? She was captivated—by my body, by my face, by the way I didn't even flinch. Temptation clawed at her, and then—she gave in.
Her hand wandered lower.
Then, suddenly, her expression shifted. Her fingers froze mid-motion. A faint gasp left her lips, and her face paled, eyes wide with shock.
Th-This... she faltered.
A soft moan slipped from my lips, making her heart race. Her thoughts reeled.