Chapter 248: Personal Maid (3)

"Master," she said, voice still calm and even. "You appear to be… quite tense down there."

Her eyes flicked down once more, lingering only a moment on the rigid length standing proud above the water before returning to his face.

She tilted her head slightly and cutely, the high ponytail of blue hair shifting with the motion.

"Would you like me to assist with that as well?"

At those words, Jake opened his eyes halfway, a lazy smile tugging at his mouth as steam curled between them.

He glanced up and saw Aria's cheeks were definitely pinker than before, yet she held her usual serious posture, kneeling beside the tub in her towel as though offering to wash an extra stubborn patch of dirt.

'Grace really did teach her a few things,' he thought, amused.

Then he let out a low chuckle and shifted just enough to make the water ripple around his cock.

"If my dear maid is offering," he said, his voice a little rough from the desire and the alluring sight of her, "…then I'd be a fool to refuse."

Hearing that, Aria gave a small, solemn nod.

"Understood. Please remain still."

Then she reached for a fresh, soft cloth, dipped it into the warm water, and without further hesitation brought it toward the part of him that had been so clearly demanding attention.

The fabric glided along the underside of his shaft in one slow, deliberate stroke, the heat of the water and the gentle pressure making Jake's breath catch.

"Ohh~"

Aria paused at the tip, wiping carefully, then drew the cloth back down again, her movements precise and unhurried.

Jake watched her through half-lidded eyes.

Her expression stayed solemn, lips slightly parted in concentration, yet the pink on her cheeks had deepened and her high ponytail swayed with every careful motion.

The towel she still wore had slipped lower on her chest; as the soft upper curves of her breasts were fully visible now, rising and falling a little faster than before as she worked.

"Is this acceptable, Master?" she asked quietly, never looking up from her task.

"More than acceptable," Jake murmured.

His hand lifted from the water and settled lightly on her upper arm, thumb stroking the damp skin there.

"You're being very thorough… Aria."

Aria's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the cloth.

She shifted closer on her knees so she could reach better, the motion causing her towel to gap open further.

Jake's gaze dropped to the generous swell of her breasts, the way they pressed together and shifted as she leaned in.

A single drop of water traced the inner curve of one breast and disappeared into the shadowed cleft.

And then Aria noticed the direction of his stare. Her ears flushed redder, but she did not pull the towel closed or stop what she was doing.

Instead she set the cloth aside for a moment, her wet hand returning to his cock directly.

"Uhh…"

Jake groaned in pleasure as he felt her delicate hands.

Her warm fingers wrapped around him, beginning with gentle, tentative movements before settling into a slow, steady rhythm.

There was something almost methodical about her touch, each movement careful and deliberate, as though she were taking her time to understand exactly what made him react.

Jake's head tipped back against the rim of the tub.

A low sound escaped him as her palm twisted gently near the head on the next upward stroke.

Aria glanced up at his face, quietly studying his reaction before lowering her gaze again, her expression focused with the same determination she brought to everything she did.

Her free hand braced against his thigh for balance, and the soft weight of her breasts brushed his arm each time she leaned forward.

"You are quite… firm," she murmured in her usual calm tone, as though commenting on the temperature of the water.

Her fingers tightened just a fraction, and she continued stroking him with focused, unwavering attention.

"Please tell me if I should adjust my grip."

Jake exhaled a shaky laugh, hips shifting slightly into her hand.

"You're doing perfect, Aria… Just like that."

She gave another small nod, the corner of her mouth twitching in what might have been the faintest hint of satisfaction, and kept going… steady, attentive, and entirely dedicated to the task she had taken upon herself.

Aria's strokes remained steady and deliberate, her wet hand gliding along Jake's length with the same careful attention she had given every other part of him.

The warm water lapped gently around her wrist each time she moved, and the soft weight of her breasts brushed against his forearm again as she leaned a little closer to keep her balance.

Steam curled around them both.

Slowly, Jake's breathing had grown heavier.

One hand stayed on her upper arm, the other resting on the rim of the tub, fingers occasionally tightening when her palm twisted just right near the tip.

He watched her face more than the motion itself… at how her brows stayed faintly furrowed in concentration, how the pink on her cheeks had spread down her neck, how she never once broke the quiet, professional rhythm she had set.

"Aria, this feels… so good," he said, voice low and a little rough.

Her hand didn't falter.

If anything, the steady rhythm of her strokes grew a fraction more confident at the quiet praise.

She kept her eyes on her work for a moment longer, then lifted her gaze to his face.

The usual solemn set of her features remained, but the pink across her cheeks and ears had deepened, and her breathing had grown faintly quicker.

"I am glad, Master," she replied, calm as ever.

Her fingers tightened just a little more around him as she stroked upward again, palm twisting gently near the tip the way that had already drawn a sound from him.

"Please continue to tell me what feels best."

Jake's hand slowly slid from her upper arm to the side of her neck, his thumb resting gently against the damp skin beneath her jaw.

He watched her beautiful, serious expression, his breathing growing increasingly uneven as he took in the sight of her unwavering concentration.

Perhaps because of her movements, the towel wrapped around her chest slipped even lower, leaving her dangerously close to exposing herself completely.

The fabric shifted with each movement of her arms, drawing Jake's attention despite his best efforts to keep his eyes on her face.

He watched a bead of water roll down the inner curve of one breast and disappear between them as he swallowed.

Aria noticed where his eyes had gone.

For a second she hesitated, then… while still stroking him, she shifted closer on her knees and used her free hand to free her breasts, allowing them to spill free.

They were heavy and soft, pale skin gleaming with steam and moisture, the pink tips already tightened from the cool air against the heat of the bath.

She didn't cover herself. Instead she leaned in further, allowing her breasts to hang free in the air.

They swayed enticingly with even the smallest movement of her hands, full and shapely, shifting gently as she continued to stroke him.

Jake's eyes brightened at the alluring size of them.

The warm bathroom light caught on the soft undersides and the deep curves, highlighting every gentle bounce as Aria worked.

Her high ponytail swayed in time with the motion, and the flushed tips of her breasts rose and fell just above the water's edge, close enough that he could feel the heat coming off her skin.

'Damn…'

He swallowed again, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the relaxing sensation of her fingers.

Then slowly… his hand slid from her wrist up to her shoulder, then lower, until his palm rested against the warm outer curve of one hanging breast.

He gave it a slow, appreciative squeeze, feeling the soft weight yield under his fingers.

The heavy flesh spilled over his palm like warm water, soft and flexible, before he reluctantly let go and watched it settle back into its natural, swaying shape.

Aria's breath hitched just slightly at the contact, but she did not pull away.

Her strokes along his cock remained steady, though her free hand tightened on the rim of the tub for a moment.

The pink at the nipples of her breasts had deepened, and the skin where he had touched her still held the faint handprint of his fingers.

"Master…" she said, voice quieter than usual, though still composed.

Jake didn't reply as he kept playing with and teasing her hanging and swaying breasts.

After some time, Aria's breathing had grown quicker, but she never broke her rhythm, and Jake was also at his limit too.

"Aria…" His voice was strained. "…I'm close."

Yet Jake never let go of those heavenly soft breasts as he started breathing roughly.

Aria gave a small nod, cheeks flushed, and tightened her hand just a little.

Her strokes stayed steady and deliberate even as the water around them rippled and splashed with his movements.

Jake's grip on her breasts also firmed.

He rolled her hardened nipples gently between his fingers, watching the way the soft mounds shifted and bounced in his hands while she worked him.

Splash…

Splash…

Splash…

"Uhh…"

Then a low groan left him.

His cock throbbed hard in her palm, and then he came.

SPURT!

SPURT!

SPURT!

Thick viscous white liquid spilled over her fingers and into the bathwater, the sudden release making more water splash against her wrist and the side of the tub.

Aria didn't stop right away.

She stroked him through it with the same careful attention, her breasts still held in his hands, until the last of it faded and he sank back against the tub with a shaky breath.

Only then did she slow, easing her grip.

Her expression remained composed, though her ears were bright pink and her chest rose and fell a little faster than before.

She carefully rinsed her hand in the warm water, then glanced up at him.

"Was that satisfactory, Master?" she asked quietly.

Jake let out a low, tired laugh and gave her breasts one last gentle squeeze before letting them go.

They swayed softly as he released them.

"Very," he said, voice rough. "Thank you, Aria. That was the best."

Hearing his praise, Aria nodded proudly, raising her chin slightly as a faint flicker of satisfaction crossed her otherwise serious face.

She then reached for a clean cloth to finish attending to him.

But Jake gently caught her wrist before she could finish.

Aria paused and looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, seeing the intensity in his eyes, her serious expression softened, and she seemed to understand what he wanted.

After a brief hesitation, she nodded softly.

"Yes… Master."