Chapter 89: Washing Thea’s Body

Thea’s eyes widened.

She quickly pressed her thighs together to cover her most erotic region and lowered herself back into the tub until the water reached her chest again.

Her heart was beating incredibly fast.

He’s coming over. Why is he coming over?

Kalon stopped a short distance in front of her.

The thinning steam was no longer covering up his features.

His eyes were fixed on her.

"Thea... I don’t think I can handle the teasing anymore."

Her breath caught in her throat. Heat and blood rushed straight to her cheeks.

"I... I wasn’t—"

"You were." He cut her off calmly. "You’ve been washing yourself like that on purpose. Letting me see everything. If you keep going, I’m not going to be able to just sit there and watch."

Thea’s fingers dug into the edge of the tub under the water.

She could hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears.

Part of her wanted to sink under the surface and disappear. Her perverted schemes had just been exposed, and now she felt dirty.

However, another part of her, the part that had started this, felt a kind of satisfaction that he had finally said it.

Kalon had admitted that her body was attracting him...

She gulped, nervous about what she was going to say next.

"What... what do you want to do then?"

Kalon was quiet for a second. Then he moved a little closer, still not touching her.

An idea looked like it had suddenly arrived in his mind as well.

"Let me help wash your back."

It was a simple request. Safer than what could have come next.

Thea hesitated, thinking things through.

Then she gave a small nod.

This isn’t too bad...

It was one of the few acts that wasn’t completely innocent, but was within the boundaries that she was comfortable with.

Once Kalon nodded back at her, she turned around slowly, presenting her back to him.

Kalon closed the last of the distance. She felt the water shift as he settled behind her. His hands took the cloth and soap from the edge.

A moment later, the warm, soapy cloth pressed against her upper back.

He washed her back slowly. Across her shoulder blades. Down the line of her spine.

The cloth moved lower, over the small of her back just before her buttocks, then up again.

Eventually, he ditched the cloth to the side.

Thea kept her eyes fixed on the far wall of the tub, trying to keep her breathing calm.

Every touch of his hands made her skin feel more sensitive.

This... This is what it feels like to be touched by a man, her innocent mind thought.

Kalon no longer wielded the washing cloth. He rinsed the soap away from her body with some water cupped in his hands. His palms ended up brushing against her wet skin.

It was the first time they had made skin-on-skin contact. The fact that Thea didn’t react was a good sign.

Then, without asking again, his arms came around her from behind.

Thea stiffened.

His soapy hands settled on her stomach first, spreading the soap in slow circles. He gently rubbed his hands around the sides of her stomach, and then around her navel area.

Thea felt tingles through her body. This act felt much more erotic than a simple washing of the back, but she accepted it.

After all, his hands were gentle and careful, not going too close to... places.

Then they rose.

All of a sudden, Kalon cupped her breasts fully, lifting their soft weight, his thumbs brushing over her already tight nipples as he washed them.

Thea gasped as her chest was washed.

The motion was lewd. He cleaned beneath each breast, then over the tops, squeezing gently so the soapy flesh pressed into his palms and filled the gaps between his fingers.

Thea let out sharp, audible breaths and didn’t know how to react. Her head tipped back slightly against his shoulder before she caught herself.

Pleasure started to form low in her belly.

Her nipples were hard under his fingers. She could feel the warmth of his chest against her back as he leaned in to wash her more carefully.

This is more than washing... I should stop him... I should really stop him!

And yet she didn’t.

Kalon’s hands stayed on her breasts, still moving, soaping, and rinsing them. He focused on her nipples at times, not pinching or pulling them like he would when normally trying to seduce a woman.

Instead, he drew circles around them with his hands, rubbing them backwards and forwards like he was flicking a switch.

Thea bit down on her lip, trying her best not to make any more lewd noises.

Then suddenly, one of Kalon’s hands began to slide downward across her stomach, heading lower...

Thea’s hand shot out and caught his wrist under the water.

"No... n-not there," she stuttered.

Kalon stopped immediately. He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t push further either.

His other hand remained cupped under her breast, but he let it go once he felt her reaction.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

Kalon didn’t say anything or move either. Thea still had her back facing him, after all, which he took as a sign.

Eventually, she spoke again, quietly.

"You can continue..."

His hands returned to her breasts, stomach, and back, washing each area gently and thoroughly.

By the time he was done, Thea didn’t turn to face or look at him. She was too shy to.

It was weird, seeing one of the most popular prodigies acting in such a way.

Thea climbed out of the bathtub, and the steam curled around the lower half of her body so that he couldn’t see anything.

Then, she retrieved a towel and prepared to leave.

Before she did, she looked over her shoulder and said one last thing to him.

"I will make you a cup of tea for you to drink once you’re out... Mother wouldn’t like it if you left without being offered one."

Kalon nodded his head and smiled from behind the steam.

"I would like that."