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

"Miss Haruhime, Miss Haruhime!?"

Even pressing her nose with one hand couldn't stop the bleeding. In her hazy consciousness, Haruhime was about to wash Bell's back, which was stained red.

However, the more he washed, the more violently the nosebleed gushed out, staining the boy's back red no matter how much he washed. An endless cycle. The immoral nosebleed, exceeding the amount of divine blood from the god who had inscribed the 'blessing,' flowed down the boy's back like a waterfall. On this day, Hestia's "first time" with Bell was covered by Haruhime.

Bell's chaotic, slightly mournful cries had no effect; Haruhime continued to wash the red stains on her back that she couldn't wipe clean.

A scroll depicting hell.

"————Thump"

"Miss Haruhime!? Help, help me—!?"

Due to excitement and massive bleeding, Haruhime finally collapsed.

Bell cried out, his back stained bright red.

Hearing the boy's mournful cry, "What is it—!" came the sound of hurried footsteps, and the bathhouse door was suddenly flung open.

"Your Highness Bell, what's wrong—wailing!? Princess Haruhime has collapsed, and Your Highness Bell's back is also injured, bleeding an unbelievable amount of blood!? Was it an assassin's attack!?"

"We'll explain later, let's look at Miss Haruhime first—!?"

Without immediately explaining the extremely chaotic fate, the boy did his best and finally managed to move the dying Haruhime out.

The attempt to clean the back failed.

Bell was on guard.

"Miss Haruhime, she still looks strange... I'm afraid something else might happen...!"

What happened a few days ago was quite tragic, and it makes one feel fearful.

For example, having entered the bathhouse alone, he was prepared to handle any unforeseen circumstances. Bell's concentration was now like that of an adventurer navigating a labyrinth. Up to Guingamp, he could sense the presence of people in the women's bathhouse, just a wall away…!

However, contrary to Bale's high level of vigilance, the commotion of the previous days has not recurred.

Although Bell's efforts were in vain, he did breathe a sigh of relief.

After leaving the bathhouse, I put on my clothes and walked through the bathhouse's noren curtain with peace of mind.

———We still can't let our guard down.

"Lord Bell..."

"...!?"

As if timed perfectly, a sound came from behind the door of the women's bathhouse.

Bell, his shoulders trembling, immediately stood firm. Admitting his carelessness, he slowly turned around with the expression of an adventurer facing an unexpected and unusual situation.

"--Varied!?"

However, that expression was instantly shattered.

As for why, it seems that Haruhime, who was hiding in the shadows behind the door, was dressed in a kimono that had been soaked by someone—no, it was 'soaked clothes'!

"Miss Haruhime, what is this outfit...!?"

"Um... um, while changing clothes, I accidentally slipped and fell... straight into the bathtub."

Although he knew the story was a lie, Bell couldn't say anything more.

Faced with this shocking gesture, both eyes and words were taken away.

Haruhime was wearing a snow-white kimono, which was also as thin as underwear.

Because it was wet, the cloth clung to her smooth skin, outlining the curves of her body. Even her arms and navel were clearly visible. Since she had just bathed, Haruhime's blonde hair was also wet, with water droplets running down her neck to the valley between her breasts.

Bell swallowed unconsciously.

The boy finally understood the meaning of the words his grandfather, who raised him, had said when he was young: "Soaked clothes are the best."

Just as the metaphor suggests, Bell's face was as red as a ripe fruit.

"Haaaaaah...!"

On the other hand, Haruhime, who had changed into the dangerous outfit of wet clothes, was unable to completely suppress her shame and hid half of her body behind the door.

Because of Bell's blank gaze as she stared at her half-soaked self, she awkwardly opened her small lips.

"Well, if I leave the bathhouse and go back to my room, you'll definitely see me, Lord Bell... That's why I called out to you..."

Of course, this is not a coincidence.

Chun-hime held her breath and waited intently on the other side of the women's bath for the moment when Bell would finish bathing.

The kimono she was wearing was completely soaked, and she pricked up her ears, sneezing from time to time.

"Listen up, Haruhime. There's a term for a 'delicate, fresh woman' in the Far East, isn't there? Let's do it, put it into practice!"

This is the teaching of the third senior prostitute.

Having risen to the rank of "Tayu" in the red-light district, she leaned against a window overlooking the moon, puffing on her pipe, and taught Haruhime the secret to preventing regular customers from getting bored. Haruhime hadn't even specifically asked. "Just get them wet. Wear wet clothes. If you do that, the men will get excited and overjoyed. That's the ultimate meaning of 'moe' as the gods say. So when you're troubled, get them wet."

Objectively speaking, this is a mysterious opinion that seems both reasonable and unreasonable, tinged with prejudice. However, for Haruhime, who is about to be at a loss, it is tantamount to a divine revelation.

Put on wet clothes.

Use that soaking wet body to please the adults' eyes.

This is the next method of "serving" that Haruhime adopted.

Although Bell, standing there red-faced and dumbfounded, couldn't help but wonder, "What am I doing...?", Haruhime decided to believe in the teachings of the brothel owner to the end, thinking, "This is all for Lord Bell...!"

It's about time someone had to stop her.

(Um, um... what should I do next...?)

After leaving the door, Haruhime, now completely exposed to Bell, struggled desperately with shame and looked utterly disheveled.

Having witnessed Haruhime become a woman dripping with water, Bell was also unable to move, but he couldn't stay in that state forever.

(Ah, then there are ways to make adults happy, like giving them a lap pillow, cleaning their ears, etc.)

This moment.

A sudden inspiration struck Chunji!

"Wet clothes" and "lap pillow".

Combining the two will double the joy!

The fox-girl, whose mind was flashing like lightning, immediately grabbed the boy's hand.

"Um, Lord Bell... shall we go to the room now?"

The private room of the Hestia Familia's leader, Bell Crane, is a single room located in the base.

Unlike Haruhime's room, which she shares with Mikoto in a double room, no one will disturb her.

In other words, one can 'serve' as one pleases.

A perfect theory. A perfect theory.

Chunji laid out a cushion in the center of the room to give the boy a lap pillow.

"What do you think, Lord Bell?"

"How... how should I put it... how did WEISHENME become like this... or should I just say I absolutely can't sleep...?"

Right now, Bell, who was speaking awkwardly with his face practically steaming, was staring intently at the wall of the room.

The back of her head, facing Chun Ji, had white hair that swayed like rabbit ears.

Haruhime, who intended to please Bell, happily felt the weight pressing down on her thighs.

This can also be described as kind.

Feeling the powerful surge of energy in her chest, she smiled and lovingly combed her white hair.

This made Chunji very happy, and she even wanted it to last forever.

“Why did it turn out like this…?”

On the other hand, the boy, whose face was still flushed, muttered to himself, but there was no one here who would criticize him without considering the atmosphere, saying it was all his fault.

Faced with Haruhime's sorrowful plea, Bell, as the representative of humanity who cannot say no, could not refuse.

(Mmm...so soft...)

Chunji's thighs were like freshly made rice cakes.

Moreover, it has tension, so it can still bear the weight well before it completely sinks.

Bell blushed just from burying one side of her face in it, not to mention the indescribable sensuality of the sensation of only a patch of wet, uncovered thigh. The warm surface of the thigh, with its cool, refreshing water, was a contradictory sensation. This sensation continuously stimulated Bell's neck.

In terms of disturbing the hearts of the opposite sex, Chun Ji's flash of inspiration was exceptionally effective.

"Then, let's do it."

Then Chunji leaned forward.

The item that was taken out was a makeshift wooden ear pick.

Since the "wet clothes" and "lap pillow" have already been done, it's only natural to boldly push forward with the remaining "ear cleaning." At least in Haruhime's mind, who wants to please the boy, this is the ultimate "service."

Without Bell noticing that Haruhime had taken a soft breath, Haruhime slowly inserted the ear pick into the boy's ear.

"Waaah...?"

"Does it hurt?"

"No, no... it's itchy... it feels so strange..."

The front of the spoon swept across the inside of the right ear.

The creaking sound of sweeping echoed directly in Bell's mind. He couldn't resist. A sensation that could be described as pleasure traveled down Bell's neck.

(What should I do... It feels so good...)

Chun Ji's ear-picking was very gentle.

It will absolutely not hurt the inside of the ear. Just like reassuring a child, it will stroke their hair from time to time.

Although it's a prostitute's specialty, Haruhime's skill in ear-picking was unparalleled. In fact, it was her highest level of technique. Haruhime displayed the qualities of a sunny, virtuous wife and mother. Before falling into prostitution, the young girl dreamed of dedicating herself to someone who could become her partner.

"call--"

"Hush——"

After his earwax was cleaned thoroughly in the soft, cotton-like heaven, Chun Ji even gently blew on it. Bell, who had been literally tense all over, collapsed into a deep, exhausted state after a while.

(It's so comfortable, it's making my brain go haywire... But, but this is it...)

it is finally over.

Bell was relieved. However...

"Now... please face this way this time."

"Eh?"

"Do the other ear too, please turn your face towards Haruhime."

"Eh?"

A virtuous wife and wise fox would never allow something to end with just one ear remaining.

Bell, unsteady on her feet, looked up with an expression as if she were witnessing the end of the world, and was turned around by someone. This time, her right cheek landed on Haruhime's lap, while her left ear was being gently cleaned.

(Hmm—!?)

Then, Bell saw that.

Because her face was turned towards Haruhime, her beautiful belly and navel, visible through her clothes, caught his eye!

Half-wet, glistening skin; for some reason, her chubby belly looks erotic; and then there's her navel!

Bell finally experienced the true destructive power of the combination of "wet clothes" and "lap pillow"!

The image of my grandfather shouting "Let me do it!" in my mind—that's the romance of a man of that caliber, no, that's the breathtaking view—right here.

Then, just as Belle's ears turned bright red, as if she were about to lose her soul—

"Oh no!"

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