Ch.56Chapter 56

As I entrusted my body to the Professor and remained still, the tapping sound of the keyboard felt like white noise, making my mind feel hazy.

My body, hugging my side, slowly lost strength and somehow ended up on the Professor’s lap. Since hanging on was also tiring, lying down created some strange sensation that was both uncomfortable and comfortable.

Should I say that while the shape of the knee is uncomfortable, the softness and warmth are extremely nice?

I surrendered to this contradictory feeling that I didn’t want to leave and lay down. I closed my eyes gently and slowly tried to fall asleep.

Since the Professor’s work seemed like it would take a while, I figured I could take a nap.

“Ourr, let’s get up.”

The Professor carefully woke me up.

It felt like I had just blinked. Rather than having fallen asleep, it was more like I had just closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened my eyes wide and lifted my head, the Professor stroked my hair and smiled quietly.

As our gazes met while she looked down at me, the Professor raised the corners of her lips.

“Did you sleep well?”

“…Oh, how long did I sleep?”

When I tilted my head, the Professor looked at the laptop screen. After checking the time, she told me.

“I think you slept for a little over an hour. Since you seemed bored, I thought we should wash up, so I woke you.”

“I could have kept sleeping.”

“No, let’s wash up now, shall we?”

“Okay.”

I nodded.

I rubbed my eyes and got up. The Professor gently grabbed my shoulder and then poked my back.

“Huh?”

Startled by the sensation on my bare skin, I instinctively arched my back from the point where I was touched. Surprised, I turned to look at the Professor, who smiled while showing me the finger that had poked my back.

“Why did you stop halfway with the zipper?”

“It’s hard to pull it all the way up by myself.”

“Really? Since we’re going to wash up now, shall I pull it down?”

“Yes.”

I nodded since it didn’t matter either way. Then the Professor pulled down the zipper with a zipping sound. I felt a strange sense of openness.

I hadn’t minded before, but after the Professor poked my bare back once, I felt something like a breeze. It was probably just the cool air touching my skin.

I opened my mouth wide and yawned.

I wasn’t sleepy, but I wondered if I lacked oxygen from just waking up. As I tilted my head, I froze and blinked repeatedly before getting up at the Professor’s touch.

The Professor slipped her hands under my armpits and lifted me up.

Floating up into the air and then naturally standing up, I let out a small exclamation at that unique floating sensation.

“Ourr, take this off… will you wear this when you sleep too?”

“Umm, yes.”

I hesitated for a moment, but I figured it wouldn’t matter since the Professor would zip it up for me after we washed together.

When I nodded, the Professor gently took my hand and headed to the bathroom. Though I was a bit disheveled, I wasn’t half-asleep, but it felt like she was treating me like a child who had just woken up.

Entering the bathroom, I took off my clothes and set them aside.

The Professor also took off her clothes. After turning on the shower and waiting for the water to warm up, the Professor brought her thumb to my eye and tried to remove some eye crust.

“Are you sleepy?”

“No.”

I shook my head.

I tend to live without thinking much, but sometimes when I become aware, I feel like the Professor wants me to have human aspects.

Like developing habits of eating even when I’m not hungry and sleeping even when I’m not sleepy.

Honestly, I didn’t think it was bad. When I think about everyone going to eat delicious food and chatting in the cafeteria, there was no reason not to join them.

I would worry if money was an issue, but since I don’t need to worry about money, I thought it was good to participate when everyone was doing something together.

Sleeping was the same. Although there’s only the Professor at home, since she definitely needs to sleep at night, I knew it was better to choose to sleep beside her when I’m bored rather than forcibly waking her up.

“Yawn.”

I yawned once more.

The Professor held the shower head, checked the water temperature, and then sprinkled some water on me.

“How is it?”

“It’s warm.”

“Then shall we wash? Come here.”

At the Professor’s gesture, I approached slightly. With my back to the Professor, I gently closed my eyes, and water began to fall from the top of my head.

The stream of water that tapped my scalp started from my head and ran down my shoulders, chest, and legs. My body naturally relaxed with the feeling of warmth spreading throughout.

When my hair was completely wet, it felt heavier. As I barely managed to balance my body that seemed about to tilt, the Professor ran her hand through my wet hair.

My body shivered at the gentle sensation of her hand combing from my scalp. As she continued to comb through, the Professor whispered:

“Does it feel good?”

“Yesss.”

My voice naturally stretched out. It was because it felt so good.

As I always feel, I thought that when I become this languid or feel this good, it naturally makes me sleepy.

“Ourr, your hair is so long that washing it is quite a task.”

I felt a bit sorry about that. But since it wasn’t originally my body, I couldn’t use it as I pleased, so I couldn’t really compromise on that.

Honestly, if this were my body, I would have cut it to a bob right away. Long hair is easy to tangle and heavy, so it’s uncomfortable, but if I cut it just to the shoulders, it would be neat and light.

Since it was difficult to say anything, I just kept my mouth shut and surrendered my body. The Professor put down the shower head and squeezed plenty of shampoo into both hands. The shampoo in her hands made my head feel cold.

From touching the water and being rubbed by the Professor’s hands, the cold sensation soon disappeared, and I felt like bubbles were softly covering my head.

My head swayed with every movement of the Professor’s hands.

“Eeeh.”

I made a small sound. The Professor chuckled and finished shampooing my hair.

When she moved her hand to my back, my soapy hair got caught.

“Ourr, shall I rinse?”

As I was quietly touching and looking at the color of my hair, the Professor turned on the shower again and told me.

“Ah, I closed my eyes.”

When I squeezed my eyes shut, the Professor acknowledged and grabbed the shower head, spraying water from my head with a whooshing sound. As the bubbles washed down, they covered my face. There were so many bubbles that they started to cover even my ears.

I wiped my ears with my hands and gasped for breath.

“Blub blub.”

“Sorry, are you okay?”

“Ah, I’m fine… bleh, bleh, soap got in my mouth. Aack…!”

My mouth tasted so bitter. It was a taste that made me want to writhe, but the Professor held me tightly, so I couldn’t make a fuss.

As I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to spit out the bitter taste in my mouth, the Professor stopped and quickly sprayed water.

“Let’s at least rinse your mouth.”

I nodded and took water into my mouth. After gargling with a gurgling sound to clean my mouth, I spat it out. But there was still some bitter taste left, so my face wrinkled.

Sniffling, I cleared away the bubbles and hair covering my ears, and finally felt clean.

“Are we still not done?”

“No, I haven’t finished rinsing your hair yet. Wait a little longer.”

The Professor hung the running shower head up and positioned me where the water was pouring.

It felt like standing in the rain. As the Professor thoroughly rinsed my hair and then squeezed it out, there was a splashing sound of water. It sounded similar to water dripping when wringing out a rag, which startled me.

“Shall we use body wash now?”

“Yes.”

I nodded. Again, the Professor squeezed out body wash and washed my body. The shower towel scratched every corner of my body, giving me a refreshing feeling.

I felt that way when she wiped my back or shoulders, but when it brushed past my chest, it felt ticklish.

My body seemed to twitch, making the corners of my mouth twist.

“…Ugh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing…”

It was just a brush as she was trying to wash thoroughly, so there was nothing to say.

Since it was just a momentary tickle, I was going to let it pass, but this time my waist twisted as her hand moved not to my chest but toward my groin.

I narrowed my legs and moaned, leaning against the Professor.

“What’s wrong, our Ourr. Does it hurt…?”

“Ah, no… it just feels strange…”

My voice trailed off.

It was the sensation I felt earlier. It was more raw and vivid than before. Beyond being startled, Sera’s words came to mind, making me wonder if this was what she meant, and my mouth tingled.

The feeling that stimulation might be given but wasn’t made my body tickle. Frowning and moaning, I slowly let go of the Professor.

I clenched my fist and firmly grasped the shower towel from the Professor’s hand.

“Do you want to do it yourself, Ourr?”

I silently nodded. I lightly pressed it against my chest. When I did it myself, it didn’t feel the same as when the Professor did it, and I tilted my head, wondering what the difference was.

It’s not always good to entrust your body to someone else. Having made that judgment, I quietly created bubbles on my body.

And at the end, I carefully touched myself. When I finally touched between my thighs, perhaps because stimulation had been given once before, this was the only place where I felt a tingling sensation even when I did it myself.

Do Demon Gods not have sexual desire?

I might not know about sexual desire, but I did feel a ticklish sensation.