My Taboo Harem System

Chapter 125: Wash Me Up

"Do you want to wash me up?" Maria asked, her cheeks flushing almost immediately after the words left her lips.

Denzel remained as relaxed as ever. Instead of answering right away, he took another step closer, naturally closing the already short distance between them as though he wanted to savor the moment a little longer before speaking.

"You say that like it’s such a bad thing. I mean, it’s not like it’s something I haven’t already seen. You’re my lover anyway, so this shouldn’t exactly be new territory... or does it make you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all."

The reply came so quickly that it surprised even her. There wasn’t the slightest hesitation in her voice.

As if wanting her actions to support her answer, she leaned into him until the soft fullness of her ample breasts pressed comfortably against his chest. The warmth between their bodies instantly deepened, leaving barely any space separating them.

His gaze drifted downward for a brief moment before returning to her face.

"You really do know how to tempt your baby boy ."

A faint smile tugged at his lips as one of his hands rose to gently cup her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her flushed cheek.

Her face grew even warmer beneath his touch. The redness staining her cheeks only deepened as she shamelessly allowed herself to melt into the comfort of his affection, no longer bothering to hide how much she enjoyed being this close to him.

’What can I even say...? I just... enjoy being here.’

"Oh? Is that so?" Denzel replied, his eyes slowly roaming over her as though taking in every little detail she was unconsciously offering him.

That look alone made her heart skip.

She knew Denzel far too well.

He had always loved grabbing her ass.

Even before his hand moved, she could already feel herself growing nervous, instinctively wondering whether she should press herself against him even more.

’Isn’t this already enough? I’m already squeezing my breasts against his body...’

Before she could finish the thought, his hand slid down without the slightest hesitation before firmly grabbing her ass, kneading it shamelessly as though that alone was the answer he had been waiting for.

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, her body reacting on its own beneath his touch.

Mmmmmm~

"Do you like that, mum?" Denzel asked, his hand continuing to knead her ass with slow, unhurried confidence.

"Y-Yes... I do."

The admission came out as little more than a shaky whisper. Her legs trembled beneath her, the sensations from his touch making it increasingly difficult to remain standing.

Needing something to steady herself, she slowly raised a hand and rested it against his shoulder, her fingers curling lightly into his shirt as she leaned on him for support before her balance gave out completely.

"Yes... I really do."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Denzel’s lips.

"Oh? Then that’s good."

Only then did he gradually withdraw his hand.

The sudden absence of his touch drew a soft, involuntary gasp from Maria’s lips, her body instinctively missing the warmth that had been there only moments before.

"Then that means there won’t be a problem, right?" he asked, his voice calm and reassuring. "You’ll come with me, and I’ll wash you up myself. That won’t make you uncomfortable... right?"

Maria didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, silence settled between them as she lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. Her cheeks continued to burn, the warmth spreading all the way to the tips of her ears as she quietly gathered the courage to respond.

’At this point... what reason do I even have to refuse...?’

"...Okay."

The word escaped her lips in a voice barely above a whisper, but it carried no hesitation.

Denzel’s smile widened ever so slightly.

"Good. Then let’s head to the bathroom."

Maria gave a timid nod. Without another word, she slipped her hand into his, her fingers wrapping gently around his as she allowed him to lead her forward without resistance.

Denzel walked ahead while Maria followed closely behind him, their hands remaining intertwined.

Even so, his gaze occasionally wandered to the gentle sway of her plush hips with each step she took, unable to completely tear his eyes away.

Before long, they arrived at the bathroom door.

Denzel stepped inside first, gently guiding Maria in after him. The moment they were both inside, a faintly mischievous smile crossed his face as he reached back and quietly closed the door behind them, shutting them away in complete privacy.

As soon as Denzel shut the door behind them, he turned back to face Maria.

"The water’s already prepared."

She gave a small nod, her eyes naturally drifting toward the wooden bucket that had already been filled.

The bathroom itself wasn’t particularly spacious. It was simple and modest, furnished with little more than the bare necessities.

A small window near the wall had been left slightly open, allowing the cool moonlight to spill quietly into the room. Its silvery glow blended gently with the warm light of a lone candle resting in a holder atop a small wooden cabinet nearby.

The candle’s flame flickered every so often, making the shadows sway lazily across the walls.

Together, the moonlight and candlelight softly outlined Maria’s figure, tracing the graceful line of her neck beneath her long hair, the gentle curves of her breasts and hips, and the elegant silhouette of her body.

A faint smile tugged at Denzel’s lips.

"Alright, mum. Let’s get started."

"...Okay."

Taking a slow breath, Denzel wasted no more time. He pulled his shirt over his head before slipping out of his trousers, leaving himself in only his undergarments.

"I’m leaving these on," he said casually. "I’d rather not end up soaking all my clothes."

"I-I see..."

Maria’s voice came out barely above a whisper. She kept her eyes lowered, her cheeks warming even further.

A small smile appeared on Denzel’s face as he gently motioned toward her.

"Turn around for me."

Maria hesitated.

Only for a moment.

Her fingers instinctively tightened around the fabric of her dress before she slowly nodded to herself.

"...Okay."

Without another word, she gradually turned around until her back was facing him.

Denzel stepped forward, stopping just behind her. His attention shifted to the wooden bucket, where a washing towel had already been left soaking in the warm water.

He reached inside, lifted the towel out, and wrung it carefully between both hands until the excess water dripped back into the bucket, leaving the cloth comfortably damp instead of dripping wet.

His gaze lifted toward her back.

"Try not to make too much noise."

The words had barely left his mouth before the hand holding the damp towel came down with a firm smack against her ass, immediately followed by a squeeze.