"My lord, can you promise me one thing?" Karina who was silent, suddenly spoke out loud.
"What is it?"…
"In the future, if you ever plan on going on a dangerous crusade like the last time, you will bring me with you. As a knight who has reached the pinnacle of strength, I know that you are strong. However, precisely because you are the hope of the kingdom, that losing you would be that much of a big loss"…
"Haha, you are exaggerating. In the history of our world, how many level 10s have ever died? I was only cursed because I was careless" Although he spoke it lightly, from the memories, he knew the matter was anything but light. In fact, it was also for this reason that he wanted to meet with the duke.
"This is not a joke, I'm serious. I don't want to see you that hurt ever again. Do you know how painful it was for me to see you suffer from that horrendous curse every night?"
Seeing the rage and tears threatening to spill from the corner of her eyes, Reinhardt hurriedly shut his mouth. From the memories, he knew that this female assassin who was feared in the seven nations and even by the demons as the Mad Blade Karina, had a soft spot for him. Even the previous owner of the body treated her kindly, like a sister…? Hm? Why sister? The female assassin clearly had feelings for him.
Was the previous owner of the body that dunce? Anywho, he understood where she was coming from.
"Alright, you can join my knight order on our next crusade".
Karina nodded and her mood became happy once again.
"By the way Lord Reinhardt, are you going to the bath before meeting the Duke?"…
"That's right"…
"I see" After saying that she muttered in a voice only she could hear "So that is your type huh".
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After finishing everything he needed to do in his room, Reinhardt headed for the bath. As one would expect of a Duke household, the mansion was huge with numerous halls and passageways. Even the bath was huge with lion headed faucets and tasteful architecture everywhere. There was even a small waterfall at the corner of the bath.
Reinhardt who lived a moderate lifestyle in his previous life, experienced his first great shock after coming to this world.
Steam covered the bath indicating that the bath had already been prepared by Anastasia. Reinhardt headed for the bath, excited to experience the lavish lifestyle of a duke when from the corner of his eyes he saw a silhouette.
"My lord, I have prepared a new set of clothes for you"
Anastasia's voice had cut through his awe. Immediately, he spun around, expecting her to be by the doorway, already leaving. But she was there, in the middle of the steam, and as she stepped closer, the view of her full nude body finally came into clear, devastating view.
"My lord, since you have just woken up from your long sleep, you must be tired. Please allow me to wash your body"
Wisps of steam rose around her, softening the air and creating an ethereal glow against her creamy, smooth skin. Her thick, shapely legs moved gracefully across the tiled floor, each step purposeful yet delicate, a hypnotic rhythm that offered fleeting, tantalizing glimpses of the plump lips between her thighs.
Beads of water traced paths down her neck and shoulders, catching the light as they slid over the proud swell of her breasts and down the plane of her stomach. Her long, damp hair, now freed from its usual bun, clung like dark tendrils to her back and the sides of her breasts, making her seem both innocent and utterly wanton.
"Although it is my first time entering the bath with my lord, I have washed your body many times when you were ill. So allow me to wash your body as usual my lord" Anastasia spoke.
Her words were a formality, a script she used just to get closer to him. The Reinhardt of then had been a comatose son of a duke, a patient. The man standing before her now was awake, aware, and painfully aroused.
His focus wasn't on her words but on the way her nipples, hard and a deep rosy color, peeked through the curtain of her hair every time she moved.
Those round breasts, those perfectly round buttocks, those dark, seductive eyes that held a fire he'd never noticed before, it was too much to take in this setup and time. All he could do was nod, subconsciously.
With practiced movement, Anastasia began undressing him. As she leaned in to pull the garment over his head, her plump, bare breasts pressed against his back. The contact was electric; a bolt of pure sensation traveled through his body.
The soft, heavy weight behind them, the teasing brush of her stiff nipples against his skin, it was an exquisite, welcoming torture.
GASP!! The moment she undressed Reinhardt, Anastasia gasped loudly.
"Your body… my lord, you have changed so much." As the head maid of the duke household and especially as one of the maids who was tasked with taking care of Reinhardt ever since he was bedridden, she had wiped his body with a cloth many times.
The Reinhardt from the past possessed a body that could put even the battle hardened warriors to shame. However, this— this was simply perfect. It was like looking at a marble crafted by the gods themselves.
Anastasia's eyes widened as they drowned him in, her hands following the path of her gaze. They slowly slid down from the defined slabs of his pectorals to the hard, rippled valleys of his abdomen.
Her touch was reverent and lasting, feeling every inch and shape of it as if wanting to claim his body for herself.
Then it stopped in front of his pants, her eyes focused on his bulge that was hard to miss.
"My, it is so lively~"
It was an understatement. Thanks to the Divine Trait [Endless Ardor] thrumming through his veins, he was already painfully hard, a state that had begun the moment the steam had parted to reveal her.
Deftly, the head maid removed his pants and released his thing that now stood awakened, fully upright, proud and divine in front of her sight.
"Thank you, god" Reinhardt offered his prayer. Why would he suddenly remember the god? The reason for that was simple, the god didn't forget the other gift every man wanted. His thing was big, big enough to not put the name of divine body to shame.
Anastasia's smile widened, her eyes dark with desire. "It's so big, my lord has really been blessed~"
She gave his shaft a familiar, almost proprietarial pat that made his whole body jolt. Then she pulled Reinhardt towards a stool and bent down to scrub him. Her bouncy boobs got sandwiched between her thighs, causing them to change shapes like molds of dough.