Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!

Chapter 116 Hot springs (3) [R-18]

Chapter 116: Hot springs (3) [R-18]

Stress, nervousness, trauma, and tentativeness were the core of Seraphina's current feelings.

She had been bare to Hunter for four days now and, even before, had leaned onto him and kissed to her heart's content. During her time in the hot springs, she could make out his manliness. His trained muscles, callouses, and that bump in his pants as he kept privacy because of Mayun and her, forced to wear pants and briefs even in the hot springs.

She had paid so much attention to him from a different, maiden perspective because hot springs offered nothing but a romantic and relaxing mood. In such a setting, she really felt like she could tackle down her chains. Hunter's cute face was now also more handsome than she had ever seen.

He had matured naturally, but Seraphina could now notice his maturity in his eyes. He seemed sharper, too, that chin in particular.

Feeling slightly better as those thoughts filled her heart, Seraphina entered the mansion. She still felt Hunter's grip on her hand, providing her with a sense of unique warmth that no hot spring could ever reproduce. Her heart then leaped to her throat as Hunter didn't guide her to the living room but to her bedroom.

All this time, she had slept there alone, yet he was taking her here with a clear intent behind. The feelings she had cast aside with the help of her development resurfaced from the rock bottom of her heart, now tangling with her desires and past.

Hunter stopped just before the door, however.

He faintly smiled, "I can't barge into your room. Only if you invite me shall I step inside."

Whether Hunter had done that intentionally or not, Seraphina had a flicker of the past taking her heart for a second. She had a clear vision of Asmodeus encroaching on her house's privacy, barging in. On the other hand, Hunter held her hand dearly, genuinely gazed into her eyes, and waited for her decision.

Without noticing it herself, Seraphina turned on the knob and opened the door. Her temporary room unfolded before them, and the days she had spent here wafted over to Hunter's nose as her fragrance filled him. He still hadn't jumped to this occasion, however.

He needed Seraphina's invitation.

Picking it up, Sera faintly smiled and took his hand to her room. The doors closed with a gentle thud.

The first step has been taken. Now, what? Seraphina asked herself, then was gently reminded of her current attire by the cold breeze passing by her. She was in white robes that stuck to her skin like glue. The water was still dripping down her clothes and hair, and the cloth had surely exposed some of her flushed skin.

Her heartbeat picked up a pace, beating against her chest like a hammer. She didn't know what emotion drove this organ, but it was surely troublesome.

Hunter took the lead, "I shouldn't have changed clothes myself, too. I… I was carried away by the mood. Sorry." He walked to the window and closed it. It would help whatever would occur here not leave the room, and that really wasn't that important as Aimee told him she would make sure all maids left the mansion before anything significant happened.

Regardless, Hunter told himself off for being too haste. The first thing that weighed on his mind was to not be like Asmodeus, that lecherous bastard. He didn't want to intrude on Sera's privacy and only wanted to be a guide to open her heart. Yet, he failed as soon as he stepped into the mansion.

Seraphina sensed him blaming himself, though.

"I mean… we have seen each other naked pretty often," Sera tried to appease the awkward mood. It wasn't like Hunter could take a peek at her nether region, so she couldn't really make out whether he was small, average, or big down here. The bump she had seen before wasn't enough to evaluate that.

They were on the fair grounding.

"Where are towels? I'll bring us a few," Hunter said casually, unaware that 'a few' had sounded different in Seraphina's mind. A few meant that he would wipe off them now and then later. What could be wiped off later, however? Sweat and all other kinds of liquids humans could produce, right?

Her trembling finger showed him the route to the bathroom.

Hunter returned with a stack of a few towels, just like he had said. One was already wrapped around his neck as he went en route to Seraphina's side. He passed her one with a smile, then dropped the stack on the bed—another act that pulled tricks on Seraphina's emotions.

A few seconds or perhaps minutes were spent on drying the hair and faces.

The crux of their current problem was that neither could go naked. Hunter was doing his best to not be like a horny demon, and Seraphina was too shy and nervous. There was even disgust in her heart as she thought about it. All because it'd be a prelude to much more close contact.

That put her on the edge of tentativeness.

"It's awkward, isn't it?" Hunter spat a self-deprecating sigh, "I thought I had matured enough to seamlessly help you deal with your past… but it looks like I'm only mature enough to step into your room. I don't want to leave you, though. Not alone as others are outside. No… I just don't want you to be alone."

He sold himself short, and it even appeared he was ready to just turn around and go back. Yet, Hunter went at odds with this appearance. Even if nothing were to happen now, he would spend a good night with Seraphina. It didn't have to be sex; just two of them would be fine. It could be talk, a room of silence, or anything else.

"I'll turn around, so just go to the bathroom," Hunter sighed again before turning around, ensuring that nothing more troublesome would come over Seraphina.

He didn't know why she hadn't gone to the bathroom yet, though.

Was she that nervous? Hunter grew worried and more self-deprecating.

That was when Seraphina embraced him from behind. Since Hunter only wore pants and briefs, his chest was bare, and so he could tell that she had pushed her naked chest against his skin. Her soft nipples bent as she leaned onto him. He then could feel her reddened cheek pressing onto him.

"Hunter… you never showed me any photo my older sister has sent you," Seraphina whispered as she had forgotten to thank Hunter aloud for his consideration. She did it so many times in her heart that the echo of her gratitude had yet to vanish within her.

Hunter grew embarrassed and worried, "That's because…"

"She must have sent you some nice photos," Seraphina's tone was clear. She meant teasing photos. And she was right. The moment Hunter got his hands on the tablet, Charlotte added him to her friends and began chatting with him. Those talks were mainly about Seraphina, but she hadn't forgotten to enter his heart by sending her selfie with a tease of her cleavage.

From that day onward, she had been sending various photos of herself, sometimes even dragging the boss into the frame to have fun with Hunter. She was always excited and happy. She was living her life to the fullest, it seemed.

It meant that Charlotte wasn't traumatized by the demon of lust. That was what Seraphina was referring to.

"I'm always a step behind… so many steps short…" Seraphina's whispers gently scratched Hunter's back, "But I won't let her snatch my position in your heart. I don't want that. I don't want to lose in love. I love you more than her! She must be attracted to you and your potential, but I fell in love with you on all counts!"

At that point, Seraphina's hands tangled around Hunter's chest. She squeezed him from behind so much that Hunter felt like he could make a shape of her bare tits, see her bashful and resolved expression, and read her heart. It drove him crazy.

It was so rewarding.

So sweet.

So hot.

So lovely.

"I want to embrace you, Sera," Hunter said, holding himself in check to not make any rash movement. He wanted to turn around and pass his feelings as well. He wanted to move those hands and nest her in him!

Seraphina took some time to reply.

She did with a faint nod. Her hands were untangled, and she took a step back, waiting for him.

She didn't wait long as Hunter turned around as though he wanted to make a round kick or something.

His eyes widened, and he gasped as Seraphina stood in front of him naked, her bath robes at her feet. She was blushing from head to toe, standing still bashfully like a maiden whose existence was meant to be held precious and to be loved. She kept her thighs glued, legs a little bent, and her hands joined as she fidgeted with her fingers while squirming nervously but with a smile before the man she loved. There was no hint of her usual wildness; if anything, she was really like a lovely kitten purring to be petted.

Hunter stretched his hands and then took her into his embrace, cuddling with her as gently as he could.

"I love you, Seraphina," Hunter whispered into her ear, making it even redder. "Thank you for being a proof that my path is proper and the best."

As a human, Hunter could take a few steps forward and then revert to his old self, as well as take a few steps back to become someone different. That was the nature of humans.

But as maids could make him feel like he had regressed, Seraphina's feelings were real proof that he stomped and bore himself in the proper way true to his heart.

"You're so cute."

"…stop it…"

"Alright, you're so adorable."

"…am I?"

"Yeah, very, very adorable."