## Chapter 24 – Washing Him # 1
Aser woke up at exactly 6 AM. Usually, she barely managed to get up right before breakfast, but yesterday, she couldn’t easily fall asleep due to her worries about Number 25. In fact, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she spent the night wide awake.
Still half-asleep and groggy from just waking up, Aser’s mind was still filled with thoughts of Number 25. She got out of bed, threw a robe over the white slip she wore to sleep, slipped into her slippers, and went straight to the inner medical ward to check on Number 25’s condition.
Number 25, who didn’t sleep much anyway, was already awake at that hour and greeted Aser, who entered the ward, with a bright smile.
Seeing that smile with her own eyes, the anxiety that had been tormenting her all night subsided.
Aser approached Number 25’s bedside and stroked his head. Number 25, now used to the touch, let his body relax into it and closed his eyes comfortably. His complexion was definitely better than yesterday.
His horn was still broken, but unlike yesterday, blood wasn’t seeping from the cross-section, staining the bandage.
“Are you feeling a bit better now?”
Number 25, not wanting to worry her, replied in a brighter and more energetic voice than usual.
“Yes, I feel much better now!”
The doctor said that if he slept for one more night, he could return to his daily life, so there was no need to stay here any longer. More than anything, Aser couldn’t calm down unless Number 25 was within her sight.
“Really? Then let’s go.”
Number 25 slowly rose from the bed and stepped onto the floor. His broken horn throbbed a little, but it didn’t cause any inconvenience to his daily life.
He rotated his shoulders and gently turned his neck clockwise, loosening his body that had been lying down all night. It had only been a day since he last moved, but his joints made a satisfying creaking sound.
“How’s your body? Can you move okay? Tell me if it hurts. I’ll give you a hug anytime.”
“N-No, thank you!”
Perhaps embarrassed by being carried to the medical ward by Aser yesterday, Number 25 blushed and waved his hands in denial.
“There’s no need to refuse. Come here.”
But Aser seemed to have already made up her mind, as she playfully smiled and pulled Number 25 into her arms before lightly lifting him in what is commonly known as a princess carry. Number 25 flailed his legs in the air, but knowing that it was a futile struggle once he was in Aser’s arms, he relaxed his body.
At a distance where they could feel each other’s breath, Number 25 meticulously observed her face for the first time.
Her eyes, seemingly languid and sleepy, yet sharp and powerful as they stretched sideways, her elegant jawline, her prominent nose, and her flawless skin.
Even for a woman, she had the kind of looks that would make people turn their heads on the street. And to think that such a person liked him, a plain, unattractive man who had lived his whole life as a slave, Number 25 still couldn’t believe it.
As he stared at Aser’s face for a while, her cheeks gradually turned red.
Worried that she might be sick, Number 25 asked in a concerned tone, and Aser, unusually avoiding his gaze, mumbled.
“No, even I would be embarrassed if you stared at me like that…”
Aser shifted her gaze back to Number 25’s eyes. Unlike before, there was a hint of desire in his eyes. Number 25 knew what that look meant. Aser brought her face close to Number 25’s lips and opened her mouth.
“Should I do something even more embarrassing, right here?”
Before Number 25 could answer, Aser stole a kiss from his lips. Dry lips, but sweeter than the morning dew. Already accustomed to kissing, Aser made a small sound and gently enveloped Number 25’s tongue.
Kissing while feeling Aser’s voluptuous breasts against his arm was a luxury.
After ending the sweet but short and light kiss, she carefully put Number 25 down on the ground and said as if urging him,
“Don’t make me worry about you anymore.”
Seeing Number 25 nod, Aser smiled and tried to leave the medical ward. Number 25 cautiously called out to Aser.
“Your Majesty…?”
Hearing the somewhat weak voice, Aser was filled with worry. Was she not supposed to hug or kiss the patient as she pleased? Aser began to fire off questions, her tone faster than usual.
“Why? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor right now?”
Number 25 shook his head and gently grabbed the end of Aser’s robe sleeve.
“It’s not that… Could you perhaps hold my hand?”
How many women could refuse such a request, looking up with such pitiful eyes? Of course, Aser was one of them.
Aser barely managed to hide her wildly beating heart and forced a relaxed expression, as she couldn’t possibly show a goofy grin in front of Number 25.
“Of course, I can do that much. You don’t have to ask for every little thing.”
The warmth of Aser’s hand, felt as soon as they held hands, made Number 25’s heart feel even more at ease.
He could now answer the question from that night sky. This was definitely the feeling of liking someone. It was a feeling so clear that even Number 25, who had lived his whole life without knowing that emotion, could recognize it.
Otherwise, there was no way he could feel such stability from another person.
Holding hands and sharing laughter with trivial conversations, Aser, who had arrived at the castle, subtly asked Number 25 if he wanted to spend more time together before parting ways.
“Number 25, if you’re okay with it, shall we take a bath together now?”
Surprised by the unexpected suggestion, Number 25 asked back in astonishment.
“Huh!?”
“What are you so surprised about? We’ve already seen most of each other yesterday. It shouldn’t matter much if we bathe together, right?”
That was true. Number 25 didn’t mind bathing with Aser. In fact, he welcomed it. However, what Number 25 was concerned about wasn’t that reason. Number 25 lowered his head and said the reason in an increasingly small voice.
“Well… Even if Your Majesty is okay with it, I’m still embarrassed to show my body to other people…”
“What? Is that all?”
At this hour, there shouldn’t be anyone in the large bathhouse. Even if there were, Aser could just kick them out with her authority. Aser grabbed Number 25’s hand and headed straight to the bathhouse.
Aser arrived at the changing room and casually took off her pajamas and robe, placing them in the laundry basket next to her. Aser’s naked body possessed a beauty that one could never get used to, no matter how many times they saw it. Number 25 was once again captivated by her perfect figure, as if he were looking at a sculpture.
Confirming that Number 25 was still not undressed, Aser approached him, and the two breasts that swayed wildly with each step were too strong of a stimulus for Number 25.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and take off your clothes.”
Aser, grabbing Number 25’s clothes, was smiling with a strangely expectant look in her eyes.
Unable to resist Aser’s urging, Number 25 took off all his clothes and stood awkwardly in front of her. Aser began to examine Number 25’s body in detail, as if observing it. Although she said she was examining it in detail, her interest was focused on only one area.
Before he knew it, Number 25’s dick had become stiff and erect, almost touching his navel.
Aser touched the tip of his pink glans and said in an intriguing tone.
“Hmm, is that small thing usually so small, but when it gets angry, it gets this big? The male body is so fascinating.”
“I-If you touch it like that…”
Number 25 looked around and checked his surroundings.
“Right, someone might come in here. Then shall we continue with what we were doing… inside?”
Number 25’s dick moved as if to answer in his place. It was a sign of acceptance, and after enjoying a brief dalliance in the changing room, the two headed straight to the bath.
However, there was already someone in the bathhouse, which they thought would be empty.
Long white wavy hair that reached just above her buttocks, and wide hips. With just those two characteristics, they could identify who the other person was.
Charlotte was tilting her head back, staring blankly at the ceiling, not doing anything, and lost in thought as she was hit by the hot water falling from above.
When Aser called her name in a loud voice so that her voice wouldn’t be drowned out by the sound of the pouring water, Charlotte slowly turned her head and looked in the direction of the sound. Perhaps she was thinking about something else so much that she didn’t even recognize Aser’s voice, which she always heard, Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly.
“Your Majesty…? You’re up early today. Oh, Number 25 too…”
Charlotte’s gaze briefly turned towards Number 25’s half-broken horn. There was guilt in that gaze, but it seemed that no one in that place noticed it.
Aser, looking quite angry, left Number 25 alone in a corner of the bathhouse for a moment and strode towards Charlotte.
“Number 25’s horn was broken yesterday, and it was a complete mess, but where were you without saying a word?”
Charlotte only managed to open her mouth after turning the valve to the side with a click to turn off the water.
“I’m sorry. I had something to do for a moment.”
Charlotte’s figure, with steam rising from her body and water dripping down, somehow felt smaller than usual. Aser also sensed something was wrong and was about to ask her what was going on, but Charlotte took a step towards the changing room, maintaining her silence before that.
Charlotte, standing right in front of the changing room, stopped for a moment and bowed to Aser as she spoke.
“Then I’ll be going first. I hope you two have a good time together today too…”
Aser, watching Charlotte’s departing figure, muttered to herself in question.
“Charlotte, what’s wrong with her? I’ve never seen her like that before?”
Although she was a little concerned, Charlotte’s inner thoughts were an area that even Aser couldn’t fully understand. Well, she could always ask her the reason later, and right now, she wanted to focus on bathing with Number 25.
“Number 25, come here.”
At Aser’s words, Number 25 ran to her side like a puppy. Aser hugged Number 25 from behind and began to touch his body here and there with gentle hands.
Taking a bath together was just a simple excuse, Aser simply wanted to touch Number 25’s body as she pleased. Gently biting Number 25’s ear, Aser sent him a seductive look.
“The water has already drained from the bath, and no one comes here in the morning. So let’s continue with what we were doing back then…?”
Like a thief who doesn’t know when dawn will break after learning to steal late in life, Aser was already completely immersed in the pleasure that Number 25’s body gave her.
