Finally, Ziyou took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady herself.
She took a towel from the nearby rack and first dipped it into the hot water of the tub to soak it.
Then she gently wrung it out, placing the towel against Rasa's back with both hands.
She began to wipe slowly from beneath Rasa's neck, the towel moving softly over his skin, each stroke carrying a light friction.
Her fingers gripped the edges of the towel tightly as her arms moved in a rhythmic sway.
Starting from one side of Rasa's spine, she wiped in a slow, spiral motion, moving from the shoulders down to the small of his back.
During this, Ziyou's breasts—which were literally as large as an adult human's head—rubbed against Rasa's back with every movement of her hands.
The wondrous sensation brought by the contact and friction between Rasa's back skin and her own chest...
Made Ziyou's mind start to wander into lewd territory.
In the process of wiping, Ziyou's perky, snow-white buttocks tilted up slightly to allow her to exert better force.
Rasa kept his eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the comfortable sensation of his body being cleaned, and praised her softly:
"Mmh, not bad. Keep it up just like that."
Hearing Rasa's praise, the tension on Ziyou's face relaxed slightly.
As she worked, Ziyou's purple eyes remained fixed on Rasa's lean, powerful back.
Her ears turned a deep crimson from shyness, looking like ripe cherries.
As time slowly passed, her breathing became increasingly irregular, and hot air puffed from her delicate, straight nose.
This heat sprayed across Rasa's back like a warm mist.
Her long legs pressed together tightly as she tried to suppress the rising desire in her lower body, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on her silk-smooth skin.
At the same time, Ziyou's white-jade toes curled slightly against the bottom of the tub.
Her heart struggled between nervousness and an inexplicable surge of excitement and anticipation, as if countless ants were crawling through her soul.
Rasa opened his eyes slightly and continued:
"You're wiping quite well. You're better at serving people than I imagined. Is there a more comfortable method?"
At Rasa's words, Ziyou's face—which she had barely managed to keep cool—instantly became scalding again.
She bit her lower lip, thinking for a moment.
Then she soaked the towel again, wrung it dry with both hands, and folded it into a small square.
After doing this, Ziyou placed the towel back onto Rasa's back.
She began to use the corner of the folded square to gently press into Rasa's muscles.
Starting from the shoulder blades, she pressed slowly and rhythmically.
Each press made Rasa's muscles dip slightly before they quickly snapped back.
Because she was using force with her hands during this process...
The muscles in Ziyou's snow-white, slender arms—which were much longer than a normal woman's—tensed up, showcasing elegant lines like a fine sculpture.
Her massive twin peaks swayed gently with the movement of her arms, forming beautiful arcs.
The incredible elasticity of those full breasts and the magnitude of their bounce...
Even Shuang Uchiha, who was a woman herself and currently washing Rasa's hair, couldn't help but steal several glances.
During this, Ziyou's nipples inevitably made intimate contact with Rasa's back.
The nipples rubbed against his skin, bringing a strange, visceral stimulation to Ziyou's body and mind.
Because of this erotic stimulation, Ziyou's pussy grew even wetter.
Clear love juice began to leak from her pink garden, dissolving into the steaming hot water of the tub.
Half a minute later.
Ziyou's body leaned forward slowly, her full chest pressing completely against Rasa's back.
She struggled to control her ragged breathing and whispered into Rasa's ear:
"If I do it like this... will My Lord be more comfortable?"
After saying this, Ziyou waited silently for Rasa's reply.
Her heart was filled with fear mixed with a trace of anticipation, her eyes flickering with a complex light like stars in a night sky.
A smile spread across Rasa's face, as if he had thought of something amusing, and he said softly:
"Very comfortable."
"Now, come to the front and wash the front of my body. Shuang, you go ahead and wash your own body for a bit."
Shuang Uchiha, who had been gently lathering Rasa's head and massaging his scalp, raised a thin eyebrow at the command.
A seductive, interested smile appeared on her beautiful face as she stepped back a few paces to give them space.
Hearing Rasa's request, Ziyou's body froze instantly, as if she had been hit by a paralysis spell.
She had already predicted what might happen next.
The thought of that possibility made her heart, which was already racing, pound even harder.
Her explosive chest heaved violently with her breaths, and her nipples became even more turgid and erect.
The love juice flowing from her peach-blossom source gushed out uncontrollably, like a flood breaking through a dam.
But after only a moment's hesitation, Ziyou moved slowly to the front of Rasa.
Having come this far, she absolutely could not stop now.
Ziyou stood before Rasa.
She didn't dare look him in the eye.
She only stole a quick glance at him before immediately looking away.
It was as if Rasa were some terrifying primeval beast.
She took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she slowly reached toward Rasa's front with the towel.
Through the fabric, Ziyou's hands touched Rasa's skin and began to wipe slowly.
Starting from the neck, she worked her way down to his abdomen.
During this, no matter how hard she tried to control her eyes, she couldn't help but notice the massive cock swaying slightly beneath the water.
Seeing that enormous rod, which she had never seen anything like before...
Ziyou's breath hitched instantly.
Her heart was a mess of nerves and an indescribable, surging excitement, like a fawn leaping wildly in her chest.
Her mind couldn't stop imagining.
What would it feel like if Rasa's massive cock entered her own garden—the one that had never been touched by anyone?
At that thought, her sense of shame intensified.
Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, like overripe apples.
Although she had signed a Summoning Contract that was essentially a master-slave pact...
It had only been half a day since they met! To progress to this stage so quickly—it was too fast!
Ziyou focused on these thoughts while diligently cleaning Rasa's front.
Her movements were gentle and meticulous, as if she were handling a priceless treasure.
She knew that since she was doing this, she had to do it perfectly.
If she angered Rasa by being half-hearted, it would be a disaster.
As she finished wiping every part of Rasa's torso, her hands moved lower, gripping the towel as they slid down.
As she approached Rasa's cock, her hands suddenly stopped.
A look of intense struggle appeared on Ziyou's beautiful face; she was fighting her final internal battle.
Seeing this from a distance while washing her own long hair, Shuang Uchiha's smile grew even more seductive.
She felt a surge of arousal watching the scene.
Her eyes gleamed with triumph, as if to say:
"Look at this. The Evil God who once made me suffer so much is now bowing and breaking before Rasa, piece by piece."
Rasa opened his eyes slightly, a questioning look in them, and asked calmly:
"Mmh? Why have you stopped?"
Ziyou's hands hovered over Rasa's lower abdomen, her body trembling.
She bit her lip, her eyes full of bashfulness, her ethereal voice shaking:
"Lord Rasa... this... this is truly too shameful."
Her hands remained frozen in place, unsure whether to move forward or pull back.
Her heart was in a knot, her brow furrowed.
She was terrified of disobeying Rasa, yet she found it impossible to cross her final line of modesty.
Rasa closed his eyes again and said thoughtfully:
"If you're unwilling, then forget it. Though... I was quite interested in testing the absolute limits of your regeneration."
Ziyou's body jolted at Rasa's words.
Fear and conflict flashed in her eyes. Her white hands clenched into fists, her teeth digging into her lip as she struggled.
A moment later, she spoke.
"Lord Rasa, please do not do that! This concubine will clean you!"
Her voice trembled with a plea for mercy.
Rasa's lips curled into a smug smile. He nodded.
"That's more like it. Don't use the towel. Use your hands, and remember to keep your eyes open the whole time."
Ziyou took a shaky breath, forcing her eyes to stay wide open.
She dropped the towel onto the edge of the tub, her gaze turning determined as she steeled herself.
A heartbeat later, Ziyou's hands touched Rasa's cock.
She started cautiously, her fingers wrapping gently around the massive rod.
The moment she touched him, her hands began to shake uncontrollably.
Her face flushed a deep purple-red, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, as if she were holding a piece of scalding iron.
Once she had him in her grip.
Ziyou tried to steady her breathing, tentatively moving her hands up and down his length.
Every stroke made her heart race with a mix of terror and thrill.
Her pussy grew even more drenched by this bold act, her breathing turning shallow and fast.
During this, her gaze remained locked on her own hands as they manipulated Rasa's giant cock.
Her movements were clumsy and unpracticed, but she was trying her hardest.
Her fingers squeezed his shaft tightly, occasionally adjusting her grip as she found the rhythm.
Rasa felt the unpolished, raw movements of Ziyou's hands, a look of pure pleasure on his face.
He actually preferred her lack of skill.
It proved that this was her first time doing such a thing, which gave him an immense sense of satisfaction and dominance.
"Don't use both hands. One is enough. Use the other hand for whatever you like."
Ziyou shuddered at the command. Her eyes darted around in a panic before she looked up.
Seeing Rasa's look of total bliss, her face burned even hotter, almost looking as if it could bleed.
She looked back down, shifting from a two-handed grip to a single hand on his cock.
The free hand began to roam, gently stroking the root of Rasa's thighs.
Her slender, porcelain fingers traced slow circles over his sensitive skin.
Every circle sent a jolt of electricity through Rasa, making his skin prickle.
After a dozen circles.
Her hand moved upward, tracing the hard lines of his abdominal muscles, feeling the defined ridges of his core.
Ziyou's breathing grew more desperate. Beyond the bashfulness, her purple eyes now held a glazed, lost look, as if she were sinking into a depth she couldn't escape.
Feeling her movements become more practiced, Rasa nodded in approval:
"You learn faster than I expected. Good. Keep it going."
At Rasa's praise, a small, involuntary smile of joy touched Ziyou's lips, her eyes sparkling.
Her pace became faster and more forceful, her breasts swaying violently with the motion of her hand.
Those heavy, rounded globes seemed to dance to her rhythm, rising and falling with her frantic breaths.
Her thighs were clamped shut, trying to hold back the pressure building within her.
As the handjob accelerated.
Ziyou's lips parted as she gasped for air, her pink tongue flicking out to moisten her lips.
The love juice between her legs increased again, the warm fluid sliding down the inside of her thighs.
Rasa watched her frantic efforts and her obviously aroused body, deciding it was time for the next step.
He adjusted his position, sitting flat and stable in the tub.
Then he commanded: "Now, sit on it yourself."
Ziyou's eyes widened, full of shock and hesitation.
She trembled, looking truly frightened for a moment.
But in the end, she bit her lip, placed her hands on Rasa's shoulders, and slowly lifted her hips.
Ziyou's peach-blossom source was completely soaked, her "cave" quivering with anticipation.
She slowly lowered her body, inch by inch, taking the scorching rod into her pussy.
"AH!"
The moment he entered, Ziyou let out a sharp cry of pain, her face twisting in agony.
Fresh blood leaked from her garden, quickly thinning and vanishing into the hot bathwater.
Her body spasmed as she endured the initial trauma of being deflowered.
Her breasts shook as she lowered herself, her engorged nipples trembling in the water, speaking of her inner craving despite the pain.
After holding still for a dozen seconds.
Ziyou's body finally adapted to the pain of losing her virginity.
Her hips began to move in a slow, rhythmic bob.
Every time she sank down, Rasa's cock buried itself deeper into her internal passage.
More love juice and traces of blood were squeezed out by the motion, drifting into the water in beautiful, erotic ripples.
During the act, her internal walls constricted and pulsed around him.
A massive wave of pleasure crashed over Ziyou's nerves.
Her breathing became a series of short, desperate gasps. Sweat matted her hair, and her snow-white body shook as she drowned in the joy.
The initial pain of her breaking was gone.
She had survived being torn into thousands of pieces; the pain of losing her maidenhead was trivial by comparison.
Shuang Uchiha watched the two of them with wide, excited eyes. Her own body reached a peak of arousal.
Her breath hitched as she reached down, sliding her hand between her own thighs, a soft hum escaping her throat.
"Mmh... ah..."
The sound of splashing water and their combined moans filled the silent bathroom, a celebration of their shared depravity.
Rasa suddenly remembered something. He reached up and felt the top of his head, finding a thick layer of white foam.
Seeing the suds on his palm, Rasa blinked and shook his head:
"I almost forgot. I haven't finished washing the foam out of my hair. Wash my hair while you move. Multitasking is a virtue."
Ziyou's face was flushed a deep, dark red from the physical pleasure. She nodded breathlessly and reached for the shampoo bottle on the side.
The bottle felt heavy in her weakened hands, but she gripped it firmly.
Meanwhile, her hips continued to grind and pump.
Her garden clamped tightly around his cock, every squeeze sending a jolt of electricity through her system.
Her breaths came in ragged pants, and sweat dripped from her brow.
Her heavy breasts bounced against Rasa's chest with every thrust, the friction of her nipples against his skin adding to the ecstasy.
She leaned her body forward, wanting to be as close to Rasa as possible, to drown in his heat and scent.
Because her lower half was rising and falling so frantically.
Ziyou's movements were shaky as she poured shampoo into her hand and began to massage Rasa's head.
Her fingers worked through his scalp, the scent of the soap filling the air.
The thinning foam on Rasa's head grew thick and rich once more.
He closed his eyes, savoring the dual pleasure of the head massage and the pussy grinding. His tone was one of pure relaxation:
"Mmh, this is excellent. Getting a hair wash and a fuck at the same time... I've never tried this before."
Ziyou's face burned with a new wave of bashfulness, a hue like a sunset—vivid and striking.
Her hands never stopped, working methodically through his hair.
She squeezed more soap into her palm, the fragrance light and clean.
She worked it into a rich lather and spread it through Rasa's hair.
Her fingers were like nimble spirits, darting through his locks with speed and agility.
Starting from the front, she used her fingertips to press firmly into his scalp, massaging in circular motions.
The circles were perfectly regular and the pressure was just right—enough to give him pleasure without being too rough.
As she massaged, more and more bubbles formed, and her hands moved toward the crown of his head.
Sometimes her hands would split to massage the sides, other times they would join to work from the top down to the nape of his neck.
Even though it was her first time washing a man's hair.
Her movements were fluid and natural, without a single pause or stumble, as if she had done this for a lifetime.
Throughout the process, Ziyou's hips maintained their rhythmic, pounding cadence.
Her tight internal passage gripped Rasa's rod like a vice.
Every contraction felt like a storm of pleasure, wave after wave crashing against her nerves.
Her lower body was a disaster zone of arousal; love juice flowed like an endless river, mixing with the tub water to create a vast, erotic ocean.
By now, Ziyou's eyes were glazed with pure bliss. Her initial reluctance had vanished entirely.
She was completely lost in a level of ecstasy she had never known, focusing with a new intensity on doing a perfect job for Rasa.
Whether it was the "head" above or the "head" below, she tended to both with her entire soul, as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world.
Minutes later, she finished cleaning his hair.
Ziyou tilted Rasa's head back slightly, using warm water to carefully rinse the suds away.
Because of this novel, exhilarating experience.
In less than ten minutes, Rasa felt the end coming.
His body shuddered involuntarily, a low growl tearing from his throat as he erupted deep inside Ziyou.
Ziyou felt Rasa's hot seed blast into her core. Her body jerked violently, a high-pitched moan escaping her: "Ah... Rasa...!"
Her eyes snapped shut, her face a mask of post-climax flush, beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.
Her chest heaved frantically, reflecting her inner shock and joy.
Her hands remained frozen in his hair, her fingers trembling. Her mind went completely blank as her body continued to drown in the sudden, violent pleasure.
A short distance away, Shuang Uchiha was so stimulated by the sight that she climaxed at the exact same moment.