episode_0081

Behind the glass sliding door, the luxurious bathroom was filled with white steam.

The central door to the bathroom slid open smoothly. Inside, the hot air that had risen was warmly embracing the platinum-haired woman as she gracefully walked in.

Eleanor paused for a moment, inhaling deeply the moist air that clung to her skin.

Beneath a white towel, a pair of hills subtly rose and fell, hinting at her presence. Lifting her smooth, white leg under the thick towel that reached her waist, Eleanor took a step onto the moist tiles.

Perhaps due to the convenient setting of the novel, despite being set in a Belle Époque era, the bathroom and plumbing were remarkably advanced.

Especially in Eleanor’s townhouse, the facilities were exceptional. Even through the eyes of someone other than Eleanor, one could not help but appreciate the sophisticated amenities.

Eleanor’s bathroom boasted a magnificent chandelier one might expect to find in a nobleman’s mansion. In one corner, a meticulously crafted pure white bidet resembled a piece of art.

Clean water flowed steadily from the plumbing, utilizing some form of ingenious mechanism to always provide hot water.

Sighing softly, Eleanor muttered to herself. She then made her way to the square wooden bathtub in the center of the bathroom.

Unlike usual, the bathroom was unusually quiet. The voices and laughter of the women who usually frequented this place were absent, replaced only by the sound of droplets falling from the ceiling to the floor.

Approaching the edge of the tub cautiously, Eleanor dipped her fingers into the rippling surface.

The water temperature was just right—neither too hot nor tepid. It was the kind of temperature that allowed one to unwind and relax after a long day.

Impressed even by the maids’ ability to cater to her every preference, Eleanor carefully unraveled the towel draped over her body, letting it fall to the ground.

Her curves, veiled by the thick towel, now embraced the warm, humid air as she stepped into the tub.

Though the bathroom was clearly empty, Eleanor still cradled her arm beneath her chest as she gently lowered her foot into the tub.

“Ahh… feels like heaven, truly.”

A soft, warm aura enveloped her entire body. As the full tub overflowed slightly with her entry, gentle waves caressed Eleanor’s body like a calm tide.

In her past life as Seo Ju-ha, she had shown little interest in soaking in such warm water.

Of course, she preferred warm water to cold. Yet, she had never indulged in anything beyond showers with scalding hot water.

Now, in her old apartment undergoing reconstruction, years had passed without a bathtub in sight. Let alone in her tiny 7-square-meter studio.

When was the last time she casually visited a bathhouse?

To ensure her wet hair wouldn’t weigh her down, Eleanor leaned comfortably against the platinum hair that the maids had tied into a pillow before entering the tub.

Ah… That’s right. I remember going to the bathhouse with Father once on Lunar New Year. Hm… It was back when there wasn’t even a hint of a beard on my chin…

“Phew.”

Soon, Eleanor’s laughter filled the quiet bathroom.

The little boy who had held his father’s hand and entered the men’s bath was now lying in the bathtub as a woman.

Beneath the transparent water, Eleanor gazed down at her own body.

The pale skin extending from her exposed collarbone, the petite and modest breasts perched atop it—undeniably not large, yet not small enough to ignore their presence.

Especially the proud, pink protuberance nestled in the center was remarkably beautiful in both size and color.

“Do you really see me as a woman?”

Without changing her expression, Eleanor stared down at her own body, pondering the question she had asked Ogenie in her bedroom earlier.

Of course, she hadn’t intended to ask if her body was female. Although Ogenie had taken the question at face value.

Even if she had entered a woman’s body, Eleanor still firmly believed she was a man. While she had resolved to live a woman’s life in place of Eleanor, it was merely a direction in life.

Not even her emotions.

She hadn’t allowed herself to accept her feelings.

While she had thought the emotions that surfaced when facing Yulian and Dmitri belonged to Eleanor, the fact that her feelings for Dmitri were entirely her own brought about significant repercussions.

“Am I a woman?”

A woman’s voice reverberated through the steam-filled, spacious bathroom.

Eleanor subtly shrugged her shoulders.

The flesh of her raised chest collided, creating a small valley between them.

No matter what anyone said, her body was that of a woman.

From her prominent chest to the round, pink nipples, and the two peaks above them.

Her slender waist, worrying about organ placement, and the straight cleft below—all spoke of a woman.

The thick flesh enveloping the precious area reserved for a man, the pink clitoris beneath the skin, still unfamiliar with a man, also portrayed this.

However, despite her body being like this, her thoughts… her emotions were undoubtedly believed to be those of a man…

But for me to desire a man…

Dmitri Verbritz, that man…

The fluttering heartbeats.

The excitement.

The sorrow.

These emotions belonged entirely to me, Eleanor.

The delicate woman’s hand cautiously moved towards her waist.

Between the parted cleft, the tip of her long finger gently touched the small protrusion unique to women.

“Ah… Huh…”

A strange sound escaped beyond her slightly parted lips. Sweet and fervent hot breath flowed out through Eleanor’s lips.

“To desire a man like this…”

“Huh…”

Despite not intending to succumb to the intense pleasure that came, she found herself closing her legs.

Conversely, beneath the emptiness below her waist, preparations began slowly to welcome the man.

“Desiring a man while in the bathtub might obscure the fact that you want him, don’t you think?”

Eleanor softly caressed her clitoris. Between the plump pink flesh, liquid emanated from within, preparing to receive the woman’s fluid.

The sticky and sweet substance wound around the delicate fingers that were just beginning to touch the unfolding pink petals.

Carefully withdrawing her hand from the liquid that tingled against her skin, Eleanor pondered whether the viscous substance, with a slightly different temperature, had originated within the bathtub or within herself. No, she didn’t want to know.

In the chilly air outside the bathtub, Eleanor quickly plunged her withdrawn hand back into the water.

As her hand descended once more down her leg, it lightly brushed past the base of her stiffened chest.

“Ah!”

Her intention was in the movement of her hand.

What unintentionally followed was a very sensual voice that burst beyond her lips.

In response to the rather loud, sensual moan echoing through the bathroom, Eleanor bit down hard on her lower lip. Amidst this, her most intimate place yearned ardently for something.

“Hah, huff.”

With her fingertips caressing the heavily erected nipple and the plump flesh beneath, Eleanor brought her hand down towards her own core.

Having lived in a male body, she had seen and heard enough. However, since she had never physically experienced a woman’s body, Eleanor’s touch was as rough and unrefined as when she first discovered a woman’s form.

Nevertheless, Eleanor’s body responded faithfully to her actions.

As her right hand grazed over the clitoris, a single tear rolled down her cheek beneath her sky-blue eyes.

When her empty left hand gently cupped the peak of her breast, softly touching the crimson-tinged mound, Eleanor abruptly closed her legs that had been wide open, craving something she felt lacking.

Upon inserting her finger into her precious opening, Eleanor found herself biting down hard on her lower lip at the name that had surfaced in her mind.

No… there, why is that man’s name… his face… his broad, sturdy chest coming to mind?

Yet, Eleanor had already surrendered even her mind to the female form.

“Ha, hah… D-Dmitri…”

Even as she involuntarily uttered the name, Eleanor couldn’t stop her moving hand amidst the rising waves of pleasure inching towards their climax.