Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"Staring at Bell with such intense gaze is forbidden."

"Eh?!?"

The attempt to spy on his beloved failed.

"I don't know why Lady Hestia stopped me... It seems I'll have to find another way to cheer Lord Bell up..."

The day after the Lord God issued His command.

Haruhime, who had been working hard as a maid since early morning, thought optimistically.

Chunji swept the room with a duster while swaying her fox ears from side to side.

"As expected, if I want to make that person happy, I have to 'serve' him..."

The girl, who had just uttered the word "serve" without realizing the obscene, no, dangerous, connotation it carried, was deeply troubled.

Although they lack common sense and have unbalanced knowledge, they still have a clear line in mind regarding "that kind of behavior".

Forget kissing; even explicit advances are out. Licking, smelling, sucking, and light biting are all forbidden. Let alone letting anyone see her in a state of ecstasy. If Bell saw her, Haruhime was confident she would die of sheer embarrassment. Or, who knows, after her skin turned bright red, she might regress to a child's wailing, desperately clinging to the boy, clinging to him like glue, trying to forget everything, and suddenly escalating into a one-night stand. The result would be a complete madness.

Unleashing the fox's instincts! That day! Haruhime became a beast!!

In order to pet the rabbits—!!

"Aaaaaah...!?"

Overly realistic fantasies made Chunji blush, just like in her own fantasies.

If she makes a mistake and Chunji gets pregnant with Bell's child, it will be terrible.

That would be terrible.

No, it's definitely not that bad.

That was incredibly blissful.

Together with Bell, she lovingly stroked her growing belly, gazing at him and smiling, radiating boundless happiness. At that time, the name she called "husband" would change from "Lord Bell" to "husband." And the gentle voice calling her name would undoubtedly become "you." If that were the case, she would be overjoyed. Ah, husband, Haruhime is so happy—

"~ ...

And so, with a speed that would put even rapid-fire magic to shame, Haruhime, who was trying to defeat him, was instantly defeated. Ahhhhhhh!! She was once again plunged into a blush.

Then he started frantically waving the duster, as if trying to dispel his foolish fantasies and brush away the innocent dust. Lily, watching from the front of the room, saw this strange behavior and looked over with a highly suspicious gaze. "He's definitely indulging in some lewd fantasies," Lily concluded. And she was pretty much right.

"In short, we need to use a method different from boudoir secret techniques to make Lord Bell…!"

Haruhime, who definitely didn't want to do "that kind of thing," finally managed to straighten her chaotic breathing.

Then, as she calmed down, her lifeline, as expected, was the teachings of the former prostitute from her memories.

"Men, they'll be happy doing anything if they're being all lovey-dovey in the bathroom! *burp*"

"The bathroom, is it!?"

"Ah, in the gods' words, it's some kind of secret technique (play) or something. As long as I do this, those lower-body creatures won't care about anything! Even someone as skinny as me can do it, right?! Breasts and all that are just decorations, right?! Waaaaaah—hiccup!"

While Haruhime was having a drink, the second senior prostitute, drunk and incoherent, said something like that.

It seems that on that day, a customer said to her, "Little harlot and the breastless god (Loki) are both the most desperate of the desperate, hehehe." Although Haruhime didn't quite understand the meaning, she seemed quite hurt.

After frantically smoothing the back of the prostitute—who, incidentally, was a short, elf—who had gone from anger to wailing, she sniffled and came to her conclusion.

"Anyway, just give him a good pat on the back! Haruhime is much fuller (fatter) than me, so if I wash her whole body, all those idiots will be overjoyed!!"

Although these words seemed to contain some resentment and bitterness, the prostitute gave Chun-hee this advice.

"Washing my back...in the bathroom...using my whole body..."

As Chunji kept repeating these things, her face turned red again.

"Recently, Miss Haruhime's condition seems a bit strange..."

In the bathtub filled with hot water, droplets of water dripped from Belle's chin, creating ripples.

It was nighttime.

After finishing his exploration of the dungeon and having dinner, Bell went to take a bath in the men's bathhouse at the base.

The elaborate cypress bath, built following the advice of fate, was somewhat wasteful, but was used by only one person.

Because Welf said that forging work would be carried out after the meal.

Hot water is still continuously flowing into the vents, and the entire bathroom is filled with steam.

"It seems like they've been watching this way the whole time... The atmosphere is different than usual... It's... very erotic. Something... happened...?"

Although Hestia had recently issued a ban on Haruhime's voyeurism, Bell kept tilting his head in thought. His cheeks also turned red due to factors other than the hot water.

The country boy, who had no experience of being stared at by an exceptionally beautiful girl, shook his face as if trying to dissipate the heat concentrated on his cheeks, and left the bath.

All that's left is to wash my hair and stop soaking here for today," Bell thought, leaning her now fully warmed-up body against the cypress bathroom chair.

With the increased income of the [family], they could afford to buy soap as much as they wanted. Bell luxuriously lathered up the soap and was washing his hair when—clunk, clunk.

With a soft sound, the wooden door opened.

"Welf?"

Without a shred of suspicion, Bell called out the name of his fellow blacksmith, turning around.

"...No, it's Haruhime."

"Wait a minute!?"

From the steam filling the bathroom, he could vaguely make out the silhouette of a fox-man, and Bell turned his head back to the front at supersonic speed.

"Weishenme!? Why is it Haruhime-san!? Weishenme!?"

"Um... I'd like to treat Lord Bell to a bath..."

"So that's why WEISHENME had such a whimsical idea!?"

As the figure of the girl gradually became clearer from the depths of the steam, Bell shouted while keeping his eyes closed.

Faced with the unusual situation of having a private moment with a woman in the bathroom, Belle wanted to escape immediately, but she was washing her hair! There was no escape! She had been overwhelmingly careless!!

"I...I'm already taking a shower!?"

"But, it's hard to wash your back, isn't it? Please let Haruhime wash your back..."

"Aaaaaah!" Bell cried out in his heart.

Already seated on the bathroom chair, Bell was unable to move. Haunted by the fear that even the slightest movement of his face would reveal Haruhime's naked body, Bell had no other choice. In fact, the utterly inexperienced boy's mind and body stiffened. The most Bell could manage was to grab the towel tucked under his arm and wrap it around his waist.

Unable to make a proper judgment, tossed about by the pounding, violent throbbing in my heart.

「… … ?」

Bell wondered why Haruhime hadn't come to his side for so long.

Although her breath was right behind him, for some reason, Haruhime was still swaying in the steam.

Feeling strange emotions that outweighed her shame, Bell, after much agonizing, cautiously turned around to look...

"...Miss Haruhime, why are you blindfolded?"

"That's because...if my daughter sees Lord Bell's body, she will lose consciousness...!"

Just as the words suggest, Haruhime covered her eyes with a ribbon, trying her best not to see Bell's naked body.

Furthermore, her attire was not completely naked, nor was it a provocative outfit with a large towel wrapped around her body; rather, she was wearing a white bathrobe.

Her attire resembled Far Eastern work clothes, though her thighs were noticeably short, making her outfit about the same size as our goddess's (Hestia's) clothes. It seems the worst-case scenario didn't occur.

Chunji's steps, blindfolded, looked dangerous. Her ears swayed as she staggered closer, seemingly trying to locate her by sound. It was quite comical.

Bell breathed a huge sigh of relief—no, he expelled the poison gas in one breath—and hung his head for a long time.

(Even if I can't see anything, as long as I can wash Lord Bell's back and make him happy...!)

On the other hand, Haruhime is very serious.

Forget about bathing with Bell; even seeing his body, honed through countless trials as an adventurer despite being a boy, was beyond her capabilities. Frustrated, the only method of 'serving' she could come up with after her despair was this: to scrub Bell's back with her current equipment. She had to get it all out.

After stumbling and falling, Haruhime arrived behind Bell.

"Now...we'll clean your back."

"Ah, yes, please..."

Chunji first needed to make sure that Bell's back was right in front of her.

Because her eyes were covered, her vision was completely dark. Chunji tentatively reached out her hand, touching her back, her face instantly turning red.

Exhausted and responding weakly, Bell tensed up again after Haruhime gently touched his back muscles.

While controlling her racing heart, Chunji began her 'service'.

Holding the thick, long, and furry tail to his chest, he lathered up the soap he had brought and began to rub Bell's back.

"—Eh? Haru, Haruhime-san, what are you doing!?"

"Yes, yes? I'm using my tail to wash Lord Bell's back..."

"Why use a tail?"

"You have to wash your whole body; that's how I learned it in the red-light district..."

Blindfolded, Haruhime didn't notice Bell's speechless expression and continued 'serving' him with her head tilted to the side. Then, she used her strength to skillfully scrub the boy's back with her outstretched tail.

Bell couldn't hold back any longer.

Haruhime used a part of her soft body (literally) to stroke and wash her back. The pressure was just right, an indescribably wonderful sensation.

Bell turned his face back to the front, his body stiffening.

He couldn't look directly at Haruhime behind him.

The boy realized for the first time that the fox's fur, wet with foam, was already a weapon.

Then Haruhime started using her free hands to wash Bell's back.

This side is also equipped with soapy foam, making it slippery.

A soft tail brushed against his armpits and sides, while slippery hands not only caressed his back, but also his shoulders and arms. This was the legendary three-point attack, the legendary three-point kill.

While the girl was frantically washing herself, her ample bosom, hidden deep within her yukata, would occasionally bump against Bell's back.

Before this humiliating act, which was nothing short of torture for the boy, Bell nearly vomited blood and fainted.

(Lord Bell's back is so stiff... It seems like just washing it isn't enough, shouldn't we give it a massage...? I have no experience in that area...)

Then, completely oblivious to what the young man was thinking, Haruhime began to contemplate the next stage, which would surely elicit screams from Bell if he knew. As Aisha put it, she was a natural-born "lecherous vixen," not only because she was blindfolded, but also because she was objectively unaware of her own state.

It was just that I wanted to make Bell happy.

He was eager to comfort the boy.

She just wanted to repay his kindness.

but.

(Oh dear... But right now, I'm touching Lord Bell's back muscles with my hand...)

At that moment, Chun Ji noticed.

Because of the 'reality' that I hadn't noticed while blindfolded.

Haruhime, facing a male body that would make one faint just by looking at it, is committing acts that go beyond what one could possibly see directly.

(Right now, I'm touching Lord Bell's back muscles, Lord Bell's shoulder blades, arms, pelvis... that person's ribs, that person's neck... and that person's collarbone...?)

The moment Haruhime noticed the blindfolded play, this irreversible situation—*pfft*.

"Whoa!? Haru, Haruhime-san...? Something warm is flowing down my back..."

"Nosebleed!?!"

As Haruhime frankly stated, red drops of blood were attached to Bell's back.

Haruhime coughed up bright red blood from her nose.

A flurry of activity ensued.

There was some worrying bleeding.

"Ugh, I finally got it clean... If I don't hurry up and clean it properly...! Haruhime's filth will get Lord Bell dirty...!"