Chapter 77 : Secret (12)

If it’s a chest, Ayla has one too.

It probably wouldn’t be considered small, even when compared to Luna’s.

Though, since I’ve never directly compared them, I can’t make an accurate judgment.

However, the sensation of touching one’s own body is different from touching another person’s body.

The strange pleasure Ayla felt when her hand was placed on Luna’s belly was because that hand was on Luna’s body, not Ayla’s own.

Ayla isn’t completely uninterested in sexual things. She is human, after all.

As she aged, it was natural for her to start showing interest in the opposite sex.

The world is vast and full of people, so maybe there are some who don’t feel that way, but at least everyone Ayla had met so far felt that way.

“Do you have someone you like?”

When Ayla asked him that, he blushed.

If he hadn’t, he would have simply shaken his head with a neutral expression.

But the fact that his face turned red meant that he’d already heard the question and had some kind of fantasy playing in his mind.

In fact, Ayla already knew who he liked.

She couldn’t help but know. He wasn’t that good at hiding his emotions.

Whenever he saw Ayla, his face would turn red.

When she held his hand, his large body would flinch.

When he crossed his arms, he’d look away, as if troubled, but wouldn’t refuse.

Or could it be that it was because Ayla was such an attractive woman?

It feels a bit awkward to say it herself, but by the time she realized it, Ayla had become a beautiful woman.

“Really?”

Of course, her certainty didn’t just come from that self-confidence alone.

Ayla had feelings for him as well. She just kept them hidden until the very end.

The men who looked at her with desire weren’t the only ones.

Ayla’s status was somewhat known, so there weren’t many who dared to approach her, and those far away didn’t approach because they feared her master.

Those who first picked a fight with her had already been cut down by her sword.

Still, strangely, Ayla’s feelings were directed toward the man who liked her.

Why was that? She once spent the whole night contemplating that question after sending him back to his room.

She’d known him since childhood. That was Ayla’s conclusion.

It was probably because of that.

He hadn’t liked Ayla from the beginning.

At first, his gaze toward Ayla was one of admiration. It was more like the gaze of someone looking up to a hero rather than love.

Perhaps Ayla had felt a bit proud from that gaze. It was the first time in her life she’d achieved something that made her feel proud.

Maybe that was why. She liked his innocence, and at first, she spent time with him.

She liked the way he eagerly learned everything Ayla taught him.

It felt good watching him grow quickly and surpass her.

That gaze of admiration slowly turned into the gaze of someone who had fallen in love, though neither of them realized it at the time.

And perhaps, Ayla felt the same way.

The layers of time they had built together. That was probably the reason Ayla fell for him.

“Really, no one you like?”

Maybe that’s why she had asked him so teasingly.

If he had answered, it would have made things awkward for both of them.

Ayla would have fallen in love with him if she had heard that answer.

Afterward, she wouldn’t have been able to refuse him.

She understood that well.

She didn’t want to just live quietly because she didn’t want to die.

Her master was a baron. He gave Ayla as much convenience as possible and overlooked the fact that what was happening between her and the man could have caused a scandal if the baron had known.

He even overlooked the fact that Ayla and he were secretly together.

Maybe he had done it just to survive and hadn’t wanted it to happen.

So, maybe he hadn’t planned to force it on anyone else.

“No, I don’t.”

He answered like that.

What if she had heard that answer? Would Ayla have answered, “Me too”? Would she have jumped into his arms? Would she have lost her innocence?

What would have happened afterward?

All she could think of was that waiting would only bring tragedy.

But now, thinking back, she should have accepted that tragedy willingly.

“Ayla.”

Luna called Ayla, who was slumped on the couch, lost in thought.

Ayla turned her gaze.

Her eyes met Luna’s purple eyes.

“The preparation is complete.”

It’s different from him.

When he looked at Ayla, his expression was always on the verge of crumbling, unlike Luna’s.

When their eyes met, he would always smile, unlike Luna.

Even though Luna’s gaze was from above Ayla’s, it didn’t feel oppressive, and it felt like she always looked at Ayla from the same place.

“…”

No.

There is a little similarity.

Her expression is different from his. But just like him, when Ayla’s hand touched her body, Luna would suddenly become embarrassed.

Ayla remembered the sound Luna made when her foot touched her body earlier. A sound suppressed by embarrassment, a sound she was holding back.

The sensation at the tips of her toes was soft.

It felt so pleasant that Ayla almost wanted to tease her more.

“Let’s go inside.”

Ayla stood up from the couch.

After all, she was only wearing a thin nightgown, so it wouldn’t matter if she took it off when she entered the bathroom.

The same went for her underwear. She didn’t plan on having Luna take it off for her just yet.

Luna slowly begins to take off her clothes.

Since she was told to take off her maid outfit before entering the bathroom.

Of course, Luna also enters wearing a dress similar to what Ayla is wearing now.

When the steam from the luxurious bathtub filled with hot water fills the bathroom, the thin fabric slowly clings to Luna’s body.

At first, her body looked a bit dull due to the dress hanging loosely like a curtain below her chest, but by the time the bath was over, her figure had transformed into a sleek silhouette.

Ayla always took her time admiring that body.

“…….”

Anyone would call her a pervert.

Even Ayla herself couldn’t bring herself to deny it.

But does it really matter?

After all, it’s not like anyone is watching.

No one saw Ayla pressing her foot against Luna’s chest earlier, teasing her by moving her toes.

And Luna wouldn’t be able to speak about anything that happened in here.

“Luna.”

“Yes, Lady Ayla.”

“You haven’t properly washed yet, have you?”

“……That’s correct, Lady Ayla.”

“In that case, wouldn’t it be somewhat inefficient to go all the way to your room just to wash?”

Luna had a puzzled expression, as if she didn’t fully understand what Ayla was saying.

“Rather than wasting time, wouldn’t it be easier to just wash here and leave?”

“Lady Ayla?”

Luna’s voice trembled.

She had said before that she could dance naked for Ayla, that she could even kneel bare before her.

Yet now, when Ayla was actually stepping into the bath with her, Luna’s voice shook, and her face flushed red.

She claimed she wasn’t embarrassed to be completely naked, but she was embarrassed to wear just a thin piece of fabric.

At first, Ayla couldn’t quite figure out what kind of person Luna was.

But as she learned more, one thing at a time, Luna turned out to be much easier to understand than expected.

“Take off your clothes.”

Ayla said.

“You won’t be able to keep wearing them anyway since they’re already wet.”

“Lady Ayla.”

“Or… are you saying you don’t want to?”

“That’s not it….”

Luna hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting around.

Her face was still red.

“I… I haven’t washed yet, as you know. I was sweating in the morning and haven’t cleaned myself.”

“So, you mean that your body is dirty, and that’s why you’re reluctant to enter the same bathtub with me?”

“That’s right, Lady Ayla.”

Having formed a logical excuse, Luna regained a bit of composure.

Ayla turned her body toward Luna and slowly stepped closer.

Luna’s gaze instinctively shifted toward the ceiling as Ayla, wearing nothing, approached her.

Ayla saw that reaction and chuckled.

“In that case, there’s another solution. You just need to wash yourself lightly first, right?”

Ayla reached out and placed her hand on Luna’s stomach.

Just a little lower, and it would be a dangerous place.

It was the same spot she had touched earlier.

Luna’s body was burning as if she had a fever.

And the reason was solely because of Ayla.

Pressing down firmly on Luna’s lower abdomen, Ayla spoke.

“I can make sure you’re thoroughly washed so the bathwater doesn’t get dirty.”

“Lady Ayla, I…”

“You’re my doll.”

Ayla moved even closer.

Their chests were almost, but not quite, touching.

Enjoying the sensation of Luna’s body beneath her hand, Ayla slowly stroked her stomach.

“And I cherish my doll in my own way. I don’t like it getting dirty. And I don’t like it being touched by others, either.”

“…….”

“What will you do?”

“……I will enter the bathtub with you.”

Luna seemed to sense some kind of danger.

Was she afraid of the sounds she might make under Ayla’s touch?

Getting into the bathtub didn’t mean nothing was going to happen.

Ayla let out a soft laugh.