Looking at the lovely scene unfolding before him, Albert almost couldn't hold himself back.
Still, he forced himself to remain patient.
Rushing forward like a mindless beast would be too barbaric, especially since he had not yet developed a deep connection with Gwen.
Of course he wanted her badly... but he knew he needed to sink her feelings deeper before completely releasing his desires.
He didn't want to leave her with a bad first impression or treat her as nothing more than an object of lust.
Albert understood the importance of building a proper foundation.
He wanted their first true intimate encounter to feel special and meaningful, rooted in growing affection rather than pure physical hunger.
In a world where beauty standards were so harsh, he was certain that giving Gwen the love and attention she had long been denied would make it easy for her to fall for him.
He also had his own selfish desires.
As much as he wanted to indulge in pleasure, he also longed to be loved and cared for by a devoted, beautiful woman who belonged only to him.
At the very least, that was what he truly wanted right now... to make this lovely, obedient, and beautiful knight completely his.
After thinking it through, Albert turned his back toward Gwen and asked her to begin washing him.
Gwen slowly knelt behind him, wet a towel, and began gently scrubbing his back.
A quiet atmosphere filled the bathroom, yet both of them were far from calm.
Heat slowly spread through the air.
After what felt like both a long and short time, Albert raised a hand.
"That's enough for my back."
Just as Gwen was about to move around to wash his front, Albert stopped her.
"No need to come to the front. Just wash it from behind."
His true goal was obvious... he wanted to feel those soft, heavenly breasts pressed against his back while she washed him.
Gwen seemed to understand his intention.
With a shy expression, she lowered her towel slightly and gently pressed her body against his back.
Her arms reached around him from behind, the wet towel moving slowly across his abdomen.
Squish
Albert's heart jumped.
'Soft…! What is this feeling?'
The sensation was like marshmallows... soft yet pleasantly firm and strangely, deeply satisfying against his skin.
As he became engrossed in the heavenly feeling on his back, Gwen continued moving slowly, washing his front with the towel.
Heat filled the air.
Both of their faces grew red, and the sound of their quickening heartbeats seemed almost audible in the small bathroom.
Albert's excitement rose higher as he felt the soft, wet pressure moving against him.
He even tried to press back slightly, seeking the small, hardened points he could feel against his skin.
Meanwhile, his little brother protested angrily, swelling rapidly and creating a large tent beneath the towel covering his lower body.
Noticing the obvious bulge from behind, Gwen hugged him even more closely and asked in a soft voice,
"Young Master… it appears this place needs a wash as well…"
One of her hands gently rested on the tent.
Albert's heart pounded even faster.
Heat flooded his entire body, making it difficult to stay in control.
"Yes… please wash it thoroughly," he replied, his voice thick with lust.
Gwen smiled and slowly lowered both hands.
She traced them down from his chest, across his abdomen, and finally slipped beneath the towel without removing it.
Albert's body jolted slightly as a soft, cool sensation wrapped around his length.
"It's so hot…" Gwen muttered quietly.
Her hands began moving slowly... one stroking up and down his shaft while the other gently cupped and caressed the sensitive area below, treating it as carefully as a fragile jewel.
Albert trembled, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt both of her hands working beneath the towel.
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"Haa... Haa..."
Heavy breathing filled the bathroom, mixed with occasional sticky, wet sounds.
The silhouette of a woman pressed against a man's back while her hands moved under his towel created an intensely erotic scene.
Albert's quiet groans made it clear just how much pressure he was under.
After a while, Gwen increased the intensity of her movements, noticing that her Young Master was growing impatient.
Her grip tightened slightly while her other hand continued its gentle caress.
Eventually, Albert's body began to tremble.
"I'm coming…!" he mumbled softly.
Spurt!
Spurt!
The moment she heard him, Gwen quickly covered the tip with her hand, wanting to catch as much of his essence as possible so that none would be wasted.
For a moment that felt both short and endless, Albert's mind went blank.
When his consciousness finally returned, his breathing was still heavy.
"Oh damn… what was that? That was so intense…"
As his breathing gradually calmed, he slowly turned his head toward the woman behind him... the one responsible for all that pleasure. The sight that greeted him made his heart, which had just begun to settle, start racing all over again.
A completely naked Gwen was sitting on the floor.
She had just removed her hand, which was still covered in his essence, and was now bringing it to her small mouth.
Slowly, carefully, she licked away what remained, determined not to waste any of it.
The moment Albert saw that scene, excitement surged through him once more.
He stood up, rushed toward her, and pushed her down onto the floor.
Gwen looked slightly surprised, but she did not resist.
She let herself fall softly, then obediently closed her eyes, waiting for her Young Master to do whatever he wished with her body.
Just as the heat between them began to rise again—
Albert suddenly froze.
His body went limp, and he collapsed straight into Gwen's chest, completely unconscious.
Gwen's eyes snapped open in shock.
Albert's entire face was buried in her bosom, and he showed no sign of waking.
"Young Master!" she cried out, quickly sitting up and cradling his head, panic clear in her voice and actions.