An A-Ranked Adventurer’s “Slow-living”

When I enter the bath, I scoop hot water from the bathtub and put it on my body.

Warm hot water gives off sticky sweat and wraps you in exhilaration.

I was hungry so I preferred to eat rice, but after eating I was always worried about sweat. But from this moment you will be released from discomfort.

When the whole body is flushed with hot water, the bath chair that was placed on the end is set up and the person sits down.

Actually, I want to jump into the bathtub at a glance, but today I sweat a lot, and the flora comes in, so be patient. I have to clean my body and then immerse.

Wet the towel with hot water and lather with soap.

The soap made by Flora is a specialty mixed with floral fragrances and smells very good when whipped.

If you try to use such a thing in a kingdom etc., it will be a considerable value, but you can use it all at Nordende where flowers are in full bloom all year round.

It's a little luxury only in this village.

"I'm sorry."

While enjoying the scent of the flowers filling the bath and washing her body with a whipped towel, Flora entered with a modest voice.

Naturally, this is a bath, so the flora is also naked, but I put a towel on my arm to hide my nipples and secrets.

However, because I can't see the important points, my imagination is inspired and I feel more erotic. I wonder if that's what I can do.

Flora closes the door carefully and approaches the bathtub and starts the hot water.

The bath itself seemed to be a sacred ceremony alone.

Although he looks at the gun by admiring such a scene, he returns to the task of shaking himself and washing his body.

In the quiet bath, only the sound of rubbing the body with a towel and the sound of the hot water of the flora echo quietly.

The front of the body has been washed, and the flora calls when the towel is turned back to wash the back.

"... Um, Aldo-san. Can I wash my back?"

"okay?"

"Yes, I want to do it!"

You can wash your back alone, but if you are the only one, it is a place where you will be left behind.

If you have Flora do it, you don't have to wash it and it's very easy.

"Well then, let's wash each other. Next, I'll wash the back of Flora."

"Good! I'll give you my back later!"

Flora smiled happily and sat down with another bath chair behind me.

"Then I left my back."

"I was entrusted!"

When I hand the whipped towel, Flora slowly gently rubs my back with a towel. Flora laughed at her back when she unexpectedly bounced her back when she was washing her back.

I was more comfortable to rub my back than I thought, and I was surprised.

"How is it?"

I was thrilled by Flora's voice heard in my ear.

"Yeah, it feels good, but I'm glad I put a little more effort into it."

It's nice to be able to rub your back gently, but you may not have enough power to wash your back.

"I see. I'll make it a little stronger."

When I ask, Flora rubs with a towel with more force than before.

"Is this enough?"

"It's okay to put some more effort into my back because my back is strong."

"understood"

When I say so, Flora will wash it with great power.

It's just the right amount of power and it's very comfortable, but I feel like a soft thing other than a towel has hit it a while ago.

What's hitting this mummy is my chest ...?

It seems that the towels on the arms are sitting on the thighs, so the softness is transmitted directly.

Perhaps, the person himself is trying to keep his strength while slipping with bubbles, so I think he is full of energy and does not notice.

Normal people will not hit unless you stick, but Flora's thing is bigger.

If she is worried about what to say or not, she asks if Flora has moved her.

"What's happen?"

"... No, I'm just hitting my chest ..."

To be honest, Flora dyed her cheeks red enough to be perceived even in dimly lit baths, as it was strange to fool here.

"I'm sorry. I'm not on purpose ..."

"Yeah, I know it's okay. I'm glad to hit that."

To say the least, I am happy and happy. To be honest, I want more.

"Um, then ... eh!"

Flora suddenly hugged me, thinking what a wonder.

The flora's chest hits the back, giving the impression of changing shape.

"Well, Flora?"

"... Aldo's back is very wide. I always wanted to hug him while washing."

Indeed, when I say so, I feel proud as a man. However, because of the foam on the back, every time the flora gazes, she feels the skin and breasts strongly.

Is it just such a strong feeling of adhesion just because of the bubbles?

"Mr. Aldo, I'm glad you hit my chest ..."

Flora, looking into this with a mischievous smile somewhere, notices my crotch standing upright.

"It's already big ..."

"I'm sorry, but maybe it was a bit erotic."

"Eh, eh !?"

Flora surprised by me.

It might be a little mischief for Flora, but it's tempting for a man.

Just taking a bath with Flora is barely possible, but if you hit your chest like that, it would be like this.

Rather, it is strange that this is not the case.

However, I guess he didn't realize that. That's why it's like Flora.

"Continue to wash for a while-oh !?"

If you try to encourage your continuation of your back, inexplicable pleasure is transmitted from your crotch, and a miserable voice leaks.

Feeling that you don't seem to have ever felt.

Unintentionally looking at her lower abdomen, Flora's hand was touching the cock.

And thanks to the foam on his hands, he doesn't feel any pain even without the patience.

"I will continue washing."

Flora told her in a thin voice and began to stroke her cock with her hands wrapped in foam.

No, I understand that it can be said to wash the body, but it seems a little different.

I thought of such a plunge, but I was scattered in front of the pleasure like electric shock transmitted from my crotch.

Flora's fingering is like stroking a delicate thing, but now it's wrapped in foam and the stimulus is transmitted many times.

"Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt. Or, it's too comfortable and I'm surprised."

"Aldo-san's body has jumped so much from just before."

I keep being tossed by the smooth friction that is different from just being touched.

Usually, this is something that touches the chest as well as a counterattack, but this posture embraced from behind can not do anything.

"It's Aldo's very hard."

Now, as Flora says, my crotch is swollen.

Because of the lubricating oil called foam, the flora will understand that well.

Flora smiles happily and rubs the tip of her.

"Oh, it just doesn't work or it feels so good!"

The most sensitive part is rubbed, and my body involuntarily turns back.

"It feels good! I'll stroke you a little more!"

I'm glad to see the unusual reaction, and Flora keeps rubbing the tip without being afraid. Each time, the pleasure of squealing runs in the mind and leaks voice.

"Huh, huh ... Flora, no more ..."

"I'm sorry, Aldo-san responded so cutely ..."

He gave up on the stimulus that was too pleasant and stopped rubbing the tip to see if he really understood the flora.

Yeah, I knew. Flora was in bully mode.

But if I think that I can only see this aspect, it's nice and cute.

"I'll make you feel good to apologize."

Flora says so and slowly raises and lowers her hands.

A stimulus that wraps around and is different from the strong stimulus.

The patience juice leaks out of the crotch and makes a squeaking sound entangled with Flora's finger.

The sound of the mixture of foam and patience is more obscene than usual.

Use the left hand on the flora, and squeeze it with both hands from the root.

My cock was about to reach its limits, apparently with a hand trying to ejaculate. Intense ejaculation rises from the back.

"Flora, it's already bad ..."

"Ah, isn't it gonna be bigger?"

When the hardened part expands further, Flora says so and rubs it fast with both hands,

"Mr. Aldo, please ejaculate."

A white impulse pryed open Suzuguchi, as if to be quietly whispered at the ear.

“Ah! Flora!”

Bululululul! Bulle Lulu!

The cock exaggerated to the limit trembles as if bouncing and ejects semen almost right above.

"Well, Aldo's flying so fast ...!"

Flora was saying something, but I couldn't understand what he said in the pleasure of running electricity.

However, I knew that I was culminating, and the meat stick wrapped in both hands of Flora continued to spit out Bürnbul and semen.

Eventually, the long ejaculation subsides and calms breathing.

Your semen sticks on the wall of the bathhouse, and you can feel the terribleness of ejaculation just before.

When Flora slowly releases her hands,

"Are you comfortable?"

"... I was too comfortable and thought I could get back."

"Ufufu, do you want to do it again?"

"Don't do it! You'll be stunned if you do it now!

Flora was smiling mischievously, so I stood up and turned around on Flora's back.