I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

I probably even worked disrespectfully for a bath god or something in my last life? Otherwise, why do we get stuck in distress in the bathroom every time again......

A bath should be a laundry of the mind and a place that is supposed to be more soothing. It's no place to make mistakes, to race spiritual chicken, or to squeeze so much reason that your head is about to boil.

Behind me, currently sitting in a wooden chair, Mr. Lilywood is in 'almost naked' condition. The only person hiding Mr. Lilywood's body is his leaf hair...... is that it? What is it? I didn't see it in person, but hiding the important part with my hair is unnecessary...

Or in the first place, do breasts like Mr. Lilywood's melon really just hide with his hair? Or even if my chest is hidden, when I get my hair on that size chest, I can see it round below...

"Mr. Kite."

"Excuse me!!

'... Huh? Why are you suddenly apologizing?

"Oh, yes, no! Nothing!

Calm down, don't get upset. Weird imagination would strangle me that much. Empty your mind, just heartless...... yeah? Is that it?

Why, 'trees are growing' next to me?

"Uh, Mr. Lilywood? If my eyes aren't going crazy, is there some kind of tree growing?

"Yes, the fruit of this tree is soft and suitable for washing your body."

"I see."

... Hechima? No, are you deflected...

When I heard Mr. Lilywood's explanation and touched the fruit living in the growing tree, I felt punipuni and soft elasticity.

The surface is a little rough, but that's why it feels like a sponge and seems easy to use.

"Okay, I'll wash your back."

"Nice to meet you"

'I don't have much experience, so let me know if there's anything you can't get to'

When Mr. Lilywood tells him so calmly, the fruit he touched earlier on his back is pressed against him and slowly rubbed with a gentle hand.

Uh-huh. It's a lot of elasticity and feels pretty good. It feels foamy, and this plant is pretty good...

With that in mind, I entrust myself to the comfort of being rubbed against my back...... for some reason the elasticity that hits my back 'increased'.

Is that it? Is he using another sponge? I feel a little subdued softness. But that's weird, huh? This one's barely moving, is it? No, it's moving up and down once, but not as much as the other sponge. And then something like 'if I did it, it would be bigger' than the first sponge......

"... Um, Mr. Lilywood?

'Yes? Was there an itch somewhere?

"Oh, no, I'm not... sorry if I made a mistake. But the... Could it be 'breast hit'?

'Yeah, I'm sorry. I can't resize my body like Chromeeina or Chartier...'

……

I tasted the feeling of blood rising on my head at once in that word, which was said to be clam.

Huh? I mean, uh, the... this subdued elasticity, with the hair of the leaves... Ri, Mr. Lilywood's...

'Eh, the container that flushes my back... there was. Excuse me.'

In an attempt to take the wooden barrel, which had been placed a little further away, Mr. Lilywood reached out and the feeling of grubbing was pressed against his back.

Ahhh!? It's hitting!? Something so soft and elastic lump is crushed on my back!?

"Then I'll flush it."

"... Hi"

"... Mr. Kite?

"Dijoub Death"

Nothing! Be nothing! Don't think about it!! What hit my back was probably 'soft volleyball' or something like that! Definitely not a chest!!

Sometimes assumptions exert tremendous power. Just say it, keep deceiving your own thoughts! We're done when we're clearly conscious. Part of my body is going to be in trouble.

This, when this is the case, it's me, imagine something scary. Think of it. Object of fear!

- My dear boy.

... Okay, I'm getting a little calm. No, very rude, but the first scary person that came to mind was Mr. Eden, who was switched on.

But I felt like it caught my blood because of you, and help...

'Now we're done back there. Next, I'll wash the front.

"Ma, good before!?

"Don't be so reluctant"

"No, no, not reluctantly... ah"

'... Huh?

Words like a death sentence that sounded like an arrow tip that I thought calmed down a little. I hastily refused, but Mr. Lilywood moved before me in a soft-flowing motion.

Apparently he hid his chest with his hair and wrapped a towel around his lower body, never spreading a shocking sight like the first one... but it sucked more than that in itself.

I'm a man, too. In a situation like this, no matter how calm you try, some parts of your body react without a nasty one.

Of course I hide it in a towel. But it was also clear from the top of the towel that part of it claimed to be self-assertive, and Mr. Lilywood's gaze was focused on that very dangerous part.

"... ah, yes, no, that, this..."

……

"Oh, you know, Mr. Lilywood?

'... you're really, really excited. I thought it was a social dictionary......'

"Huh?"

'No, it's nothing. Excuse me. Mr. Kite, will you be washed yourself before?

"Ah, yes! I'll wash myself!

'Okay. Now I'm back in the hot tub one foot away'

I don't know, Mr. Lilywood nodded with a convincing look for some reason, then smiled lightly before moving to my rear.

And unlike what I said earlier, I told him that I would leave washing the front to myself, and he went back to the hot spring.

I had no idea what Mr. Lilywood intended, and as I was a little confused, I took the fruit that would be the sponge Mr. Lilywood left behind and slowly began to wash my body.

'... I see. Is this the feeling of embarrassment... hehe, apparently I'm a woman too'

I hear such a small grunt, and I think the head that almost subsided was about to boil again, that I had no choice.

Dear Mother, Father - Mr. Lilywood, the guard was really loose and I remained thrilled. That's because we think of ourselves as a tree, and maybe it's something Mr. Lilywood doesn't have a choice in his race in a way. However, the last word Mr. Lilywood whined about felt so - feminine.