章 38: You're going to drive me crazy.
For a few seconds, Leonar remained completely silent. His mind worked to process what he had just heard.
Eleonora had asked for something so… absurd, so out of the ordinary, that his brain struggled to come up with a coherent response.
"Are you sure you want me to bathe you?" Leonar repeated, almost as if he needed to confirm he hadn't misheard.
Eleonora, with her characteristic calm and unchanging gaze, gave a small nod.
"Yes, besides, you did mention I was dirty."
Leonar let out a nervous laugh and ran a hand over his forehead.
However, as he thought it through, it started to make a certain kind of sense.
Maybe, for someone like Eleonora, who didn't fully understand human customs, having someone else wash her body might feel like a relaxing massage.
Still, a part of his mind screamed that he should refuse immediately. It wasn't ethical—she didn't entirely understand the implications of what she was asking, and he didn't want to take advantage of her innocence.
But at the same time…
It was hard to ignore the other part of his mind, the one that wouldn't stop reminding him how incredibly attractive Eleonora was, how real her body felt, and how surreal the entire situation was.
Leonar swallowed hard, trying to suppress the thoughts beginning to invade his mind.
'Calm down,' he told himself. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he looked up at Eleonora.
"Alright… but only because you asked."
Eleonora tilted her head slightly, her curious gaze fixed on him.
"Why do you say it like that? You seem… nervous."
Leonar let out an awkward laugh.
"No, it's nothing. It's just… not something I do every day. And, well…" He scratched the back of his neck, looking away. "It's weird, okay? Really weird."
Without replying, Eleonora continued to stare at him, as if studying his every move.
Finally, she said,
"Are you going to start or not?"
Leonar took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that seemed intent on betraying him in that moment.
"Alright. But tell me… what do you want me to start with?"
"Everything."
Eleonora's answer was straightforward, as always. There wasn't the slightest hesitation in her tone, as though what she had just asked for was the most normal thing in the world.
Leonar closed his eyes for a moment, trying to process the word.
'Everything,' Leonar thought. 'Of course, she would say that.'
"Alright," Leonar murmured, more to himself than to her. He poured more soap into his hands and stepped closer. "I'll start with your face, okay? Close your eyes."
Eleonora obeyed without question, closing her eyes with complete trust in him. Leonar lifted his hands and began to gently wash her face, noticing how surprisingly chubby her cheeks were—something he hadn't realized before.
Unable to resist, he gave one of them a light pinch.
"What are you doing?" Eleonora asked, opening one eye.
"Just… confirming something," Leonar replied, trying to sound nonchalant. He pinched the other cheek this time. "Yep, definitely cheeks."
"And how are they supposed to feel?"
Leonar chuckled under his breath.
"Never mind. Close your eyes again."
As he carefully washed her face, Eleonora remained still, even tilting her head slightly as he passed his soapy fingers over her eyebrows.
It seemed like she was enjoying the experience, though her expression remained unreadable.
After finishing her face, Leonar swallowed hard as his gaze drifted down to the next area to wash.
Eleonora's chest, with its soft pink hue and astonishingly realistic appearance, tested his ability to keep his composure.
'Focus,' Leonar told himself.
"I'm going to move lower now," he announced, trying to sound professional.
"Okay," Eleonora replied calmly, her eyes still closed.
Leonar decided to approach this part with the mindset of a massage therapist.
It was the only way he could handle it without losing his composure.
His hands slid to Eleonora's chest, and as he began to wash it, he inevitably gave a slight squeeze, as if to confirm, yet again, how real it felt.
'This is ridiculous,' Leonar thought as his hands moved carefully but firmly. 'How many times do I need to confirm her body is human?'
Eleonora, on the other hand, continued to breathe steadily, seemingly indifferent to what he was doing.
Leonar, meanwhile, felt like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Do you want me to move to the lower part?" Leonar finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Everything," Eleonora repeated, opening her eyes and giving him a look that seemed to say, 'Didn't we already establish this?'
Leonar sighed, resigned.
"Alright. Please sit on that stool."
Eleonora glanced at him curiously but obeyed.
Her new position was… problematic.
'Damn it, they really don't have any common sense,' Leonar thought as he looked away for a moment, trying to regain some composure before continuing.
"I'm going to start with your legs," Leonar announced, pouring more soap into his hands.
Before he could begin, Eleonora spoke.
"Is this… something I'll have to do every time?"
Leonar chuckled softly.
"Well, people usually bathe themselves. But if you like it, I guess you could ask someone else to help."
"It's pleasant," Eleonora admitted, closing her eyes again.
Leonar carefully slid his palm along Eleonora's thigh. Her skin was soft, warm. He tried to focus on the task, maintaining slow yet firm movements as he washed every part of her leg.
When he reached her foot, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
'Should I really… go there?' Leonar wondered, his gaze shifting to the areas still untouched.
Eleonora's request to clean 'everything' left little room for misinterpretation.
Leonar swallowed hard, trying to silence the protests of his mind.
Before Leonar could dive deeper into his thoughts, Eleonora tilted her head slightly, noticing his hesitation.
"Is there a problem?" Eleonora asked calmly.
"No, nothing," Leonar responded quickly.
Determined not to overthink it, he moved one of his hands to Eleonora's groin area.
As soon as his fingers made contact, the peculiar warmth and texture of her skin confirmed the obvious.
Eleonora flinched slightly, a reaction Leonar couldn't ignore.
"What's wrong?" Leonar asked, alarmed by her response.
Eleonora, her expression hovering between surprise and calm, shook her head.
"Nothing. Continue," she said in her usual tranquil tone, though a faint blush spread across her cheeks.
It wasn't common to see her show such obvious emotions, and that made Leonar hesitate for another moment.
"If you say so…" he muttered, resuming his task.
His fingers began moving in gentle circles, trying to make it as clinical as possible, like a medical routine. But Eleonora's reaction made it nearly impossible.
As his movements grew more precise, her breathing shifted.
Eleonora closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, her expression relaxing slightly.
"Is this okay?" Leonar asked, attempting to keep his tone neutral, though his heart pounded loudly in his chest.
"Yes," Eleonora replied with her usual composure, but her voice carried a subtle tremor, as if she were holding something back.
Her breathing became heavier, and Leonar couldn't help but notice how her chest rose and fell more prominently. Without realizing it, his hand moved more attentively, and the brush of his fingers over a specific spot elicited a visible reaction.
Eleonora's brow furrowed slightly, and her lips parted as a soft moan escaped them.
Leonar froze immediately.
"Are you sure everything's fine?" Leonar insisted, trying to figure out if her reaction was discomfort or something else.
Eleonora opened her eyes and looked at him directly, her pupils gleaming with something Leonar couldn't quite decipher.
"Continue," she commanded firmly, leaving no room for argument.
As if on reflex, she placed one of her hands over his, guiding it back to the spot where he had stopped.
Leonar sighed and focused again.
However, every passing second heightened his awareness of the situation. Eleonora's expressions were now more pronounced: her eyebrows arched slightly, her lips pressed together occasionally, and small sounds escaped her mouth.
When his fingers grazed a particularly sensitive spot, Eleonora let out a louder gasp, and Leonar paused again.
"What?" Eleonora asked, opening her eyes halfway, a hint of impatience in her tone.
"Nothing… it's just that…" Leonar averted his gaze, scratching the back of his neck. "This is weird, okay? Really weird."
"Why is it weird?" Eleonora questioned, tilting her head with curiosity. "You're just cleaning my body, aren't you?"
"Yes, but…" Leonar paused, searching for the right words. "It's… complicated."
Eleonora observed him for a moment before closing her eyes again.
"If you say so, then just keep going. I'm enjoying this."
Leonar was at a loss for words at such a direct statement. Finally, he chose to continue, letting his hands do the work while he tried to keep calm.
However, when one of his fingers accidentally slipped further inside, Leonar was struck by an intense warmth and unexpected wetness.
Eleonora let out a short, shaky gasp, her breathing visibly quickening.
"Is this okay?" Leonar asked, unsure whether to apologize or proceed.
"Yes," Eleonora replied, but her voice sounded different now—more uneven. "Continue… clean everything."
Leonar cursed inwardly, knowing he shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he was. But the situation was undeniably arousing. His fingers moved with greater confidence, sliding in and out at a slow, steady pace.
Eleonora braced one hand on the edge of the tub, her body slightly tense as her face contorted into a mix of concentration and pleasure.
"I'm going to… make a thorough cleaning," Leonar muttered, trying to lighten the tension with a joke. But Eleonora didn't seem to notice, entirely absorbed in the sensations he was creating.
As he continued, Leonar started to feel a slight ache in his fingers. But before he could stop, Eleonora let out a louder moan.
A warm, viscous liquid slid over his fingers, taking him by surprise.
"What…?" Leonar began, pulling his hand back and staring at the evidence on his fingers.
Eleonora, still catching her breath, opened her eyes and looked at him with mild confusion.
"What happened? Why did that liquid come out?"
Leonar stared at her, incredulous.
"Are you kidding me, or do you really not know what just happened?"
Eleonora furrowed her brow slightly, as if trying to recall something.
"I only know the basics about some Earth organisms. But… I don't understand this."
Leonar let out a nervous laugh, rubbing his forehead.
"Seriously? Then how do you know so much about the human body?"
"I explored your memories," Eleonora answered matter-of-factly.
Leonar gaped at her.
"What?"
"What? Isn't it obvious?" Eleonora replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "If I can hear your thoughts when we're fused, isn't it logical that I can also see your memories?"
"That doesn't make sense," Leonar retorted, crossing his arms.
"To you? Maybe not," Eleonora said with a faint, teasing smile as she stood up from the tub. "But it does to me. Now, finish rinsing this… soap off me."
Leonar sighed, grabbing the handheld showerhead.
"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?"
"It's fun," Eleonora replied, turning her back to him, giving him a full view of her backside. "But you still haven't finished washing my other leg. And here."
Leonar let out a nervous laugh as he lathered up more soap.
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EimonQ It took me longer than I expected to polish this chapter, and I hesitated on whether to make it longer, but well.... if you're liking the story and you want to get back the 2 updates per day, feel free to throw some power stones and the update rate will increase!
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