25: Suffering From Success

A woman who isn't your girlfriend or fuck buddy suddenly walking into the bathroom while you're in there is something that only happens in cliché ecchi anime or novels. It's not something a weeb loser like you could ever experience.

"What are you doing here, Chelsea?" When Natsuo saw the auburn haired assassin step into the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest, covering her breasts and lower body, he was astonished, to say the least.

Click!

"Obviously, to bathe you." Chelsea locked the door and walked over to him, twisting her waist with a seductive smile.

She held the shower head with both hands as the towel that had barely been covering her slipped down completely. Hot water cascaded over her body while she washed herself slowly and seductively, her hands sliding over her wet skin in soft, lingering caresses. She stood with her back facing Natsuo, her curvy, toned, and bubbly ass fully exposed to him. Water slowly dripped down the soft curves of her cheeks, making them look dangerously delicious.

Natsuo was a teenager at the peak of his growth, filled with raging hormones. The moment he saw the scene, he stopped talking completely. His gaze remained locked on her perfect figure. Her ass, the side of her breast that swayed every time she touched it, the brief peek of her nipple from this angle, her thick thighs, toned back, the nape of her neck, her narrow waist, every part of her body looked incredibly erotic. The water running down her skin reflected the bathroom light, making her already sexy body appear even more tempting and irresistible.

'Calm down, little one.' Natsuo looked down and saw his spear hero rising and peeking above the surface of the water.

After she finished bathing, Chelsea turned off the water and turned around to face him, fully exposing her naked breasts. They weren't as huge as Hilda's mommy milkers, but they were still the perfect size, firm, upright, with two pink nipples pointing straight forward. Below them was her flat belly, and further down was the most secret place of any woman; a soft pink slit with neatly trimmed pubic hair shaped into a neat triangle.

She slowly walked over, smiling at the expression on his face. Natsuo was staring at her in complete silence, as if he had fallen into a trance. Chelsea dipped herself into the bathtub on the opposite side. The tub wasn't very wide, but for a situation like this it was just right. She raised her legs and placed them comfortably on his lap.

"Like what you are seeing, Natsuo?" Chelsea asked with a wink as she cupped her breasts and gave them a subtle bounce. At the same time, her feet touched his stiff meat pole and began teasing it slowly, making him shudder.

Bathtubs in Japan are normally very small. You usually have to stuff yourself into the tub with your legs folded. Not everyone has the luxury of owning a large bathroom like theirs. Although they lived on the outskirts of East Fukuyama City, they were still in Tokyo. Land prices in Tokyo were extremely exaggerated. Buying even a small apartment there would not only cost you an arm and a leg, but practically your soul as well.

"When did you come back?" Natsuo asked, trying to act casual. He wasn't dense enough to keep asking her why she had come into the bathroom. He was Japanese, but he wasn't some virgin, dense Japanese main character.

"Just a while ago, did you miss me~?" Chelsea replied, keeping her usual teasing smirk. Her two feet mischievously held his cock as she slowly rubbed them against it while staring at his face. His cheeks were turning red, and his gaze burned like torches as it fixed on her pussy. In the position she was in now, with her legs spread and slightly bent, her pink pussy folds were completely exposed to him under the clear water.

"Stop," Natsuo suddenly grabbed one of her feet and said with a low grunt. He wasn't into foot fetish, but if she kept provoking him like this, he might not be able to hold himself back.

Chelsea stopped teasing his meat pole and placed her feet on his abs instead. Her gaze landed on his right hand, which was now cut off at the wrist, and she asked with a concerned tone, "Are you feeling better? I caused you so much harm this time."

"I can manage it. It's no big deal," Natsuo replied with a grin, calming down a little. He knew that she felt terribly guilty about what had happened, but he didn't want her to feel that way. In the first place, she had let her guard down because she had been so focused on keeping him safe. If he had been stronger, things would never have turned out this way.

This accident only made him want to become stronger than ever. Only by becoming powerful enough could he protect himself and the people close to him.

"Is that so?" Chelsea muttered softly.

Suddenly she moved forward and crawled toward him. In just a few smooth movements, she changed her position. Now she was leaning over him with her hands holding on the sides of the bathtub. Her breasts swayed in the air, hovering right in front of Natsuo's face. She lowered her head and whispered into his ear, "Natsuo… am I beautiful?"

"Yes, you are," Natsuo answered, his gaze fixed on her breasts as he spoke, as though he were talking directly to them. However, he quickly shook his head and said, "Chelsea, if you're doing this because you feel guilty or pity me, please stop!"

He pushed her away with his hand and said in a firm tone, "I am a man. I have my pride. I don't need anyone's pity; I'm not some pitiful worm who needs someone else's consolation."

Although Natsuo was easygoing and flexible, deep down he was someone with a deep sense of pride and self respect. He never took it lightly when someone offended or bullied him, even if standing up for himself meant risking his life.

He wasn't so desperate that he would accept having sex with a woman simply because she pitied him.

"Pfft! Silly, Natsuo." Chelsea suddenly burst into laughter upon seeing him speak with such a serious expression. She flicked his nose with her finger and cupped his face with both hands. "You're usually smart and quick witted, but you're also stupid at times."

"I'm not doing this because of pity or guilt. We only recognize the value of things around us after losing them." She averted her gaze and spoke in a low voice. "I originally wanted to take my time, but after what happened, it gave me a wake up call. If I want something, I still have to take the initiative."

Natsuo's eyes widened, and he said hesitantly, "You mean?"

"Do you really want me to say it?" Chelsea rolled her eyes at him, a faint red color spreading across her cheeks. She sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered into his ear, "I'm doing this because I like you. Are you satisfied?"

'...What do I do?' Natsuo stared helplessly at the woman in his arms. He really hadn't expected things to develop like this. Don't misunderstand, he wasn't gay. Chelsea was a very cute and hot girl; just look at his thing pressing against her butt. But Natsuo really didn't want to have any romantic relationship with the three women in the chat group, at least not this early.

Since he had gotten the chance to travel to other worlds, Natsuo wanted to visit as many of them as possible and have fun with other waifus. All the hot, sexy women from different worlds were waiting for him. But if he were to date any of the members of the chat group, he obviously wouldn't be able to do that. She would always be staring daggers at him the moment he even looked at another woman!

Natsuo admitted that Chelsea was hot, but he didn't want to give up an entire forest just for a single tree. And he certainly didn't want to date her only to break up with her later.

Do you know how many ex-girlfriends end up screwing their exes over? Much less an assassin whom Natsuo would be entrusting his back to during dangerous missions.

That was why Natsuo didn't want to become entangled with any of them in a romantic relationship from the beginning, at least not this early.

Even if he were to date someone, it should be a woman who was open to the idea of a harem and polygamy, like Hilda. Unfortunately, Hilda was married, and she was his foster mother.

"Why aren't you speaking? You don't like me?" Chelsea's hands wrapped around his neck, slowly tightening.

"That's not it. I do like you! You're a woman any man would dream of, beautiful, smart, and with a great personality! It's just... Ehem! You do know that I already have someone I like in my world." Natsuo felt that if he gave the wrong answer, he would end up in a very bad situation. He tried to choose his words carefully and turn her down in the gentlest way possible. "You wouldn't want to share your man with another woman, right?"

Although Natsuo didn't have a crush on Hina, Chelsea had watched Domestic Girlfriend, so she must think that he was in love with Hina, right?

"You are talking about your older stepsister, huh? Heh, as expected from the guy who fucked his stepsister. You're a beast!" Chelsea remained silent for a long while before leaning back. She stared at his face and tapped his nose with a teasing smile. "Why are you so tense? I never said that I want you all to myself."

"You should be worried about her getting mad, not me~!"

Chelsea was born in the Empire, where polygamy was a normal part of life. Wealthy merchants and nobles commonly had concubines, and the only thing preventing commoners from having a harem of their own was the simple fact that they were broke.

"Natsuo, sometimes you really are dense and insensitive. Are you really going to make a lady like me do everything?" She lowered her head, hiding her blushing face, and whispered, "I am doing my best here, and it's very embarrassing, you know."

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