Chapter 15. To the Bathtub

Chapter 15: 15. To the Bathtub

15. To the bathtub

My chest was expanding and retracting faster, lungs gasping for a little more air.

As we cooled off, I heard my phone vibrating. Then it clicked,it could be Helen.

I dragged my weak body over to where the phone sat and sluggishly stretched out my hand to reach it.

I picked it up and saw two missed calls and a voicemail.

The message said she was on her way to the house with her friend.

Oh, that’s right, she had mentioned bringing a friend over so we could introduce ourselves.

"I’ll be there in an hour," I texted back, not wanting to cause any distraction.

Well, now I have to make sure Venice is better before leaving.

I dropped the phone and turned my attention back to her.

I looked over her body and took in the sight, sweat-slicked skin, the scent of her arousal still filling the entire room.

I guessed I should shower here and meet Helen looking presentable and smelling clean, so she wouldn’t suspect anything.

"Hey, Venice, let’s go shower," I said.

"I’m tired. Carry me," she mumbled, face still buried in the couch. I could just make out the words.

Just as I thought about it, I was interrupted by the system.

{Congratulations on gaining new points and unlocking a new magic ability}

Magic ability? What even is that? I looked curiously, interested by yet another message.

[View your stats below.]

I lowered my gaze to where my stats appeared and noticed the changes.

[Name: Denver Gore]

[Strength: 17]

[Constitution: 15] {This is how compatible your body is with mana. 10 is the limit of an ordinary human. At least 50 is required to awaken a magic ability}

[Agility: 12]

[Charm: 16]

Immediately I felt a small surge through my body, like someone had given me a fresh burst of life.

I placed my hand on the table and pushed myself up a little.

The heavy weight of my body had reduced drastically; I felt lighter than before.

That was faster than I expected. The system’s refresh hit quicker than I anticipated.

I moved over to Venice. She was still lying there. My eyes traced from the back of her head down to her naked ass facing me.

I smiled and spanked it lightly. The way it jiggled and moved was impossible to ignore. Whenever my hand touched it, the soft flesh sank in a little before bouncing back.

I spanked it a second time, this time with purpose.

"Venny," I called, using one of the names from when we were still dating.

"What?" She raised her head and looked at me, surprised.

I needed her immediate attention, and honestly that was the best move I could think of.

As she lifted herself a little, I slid my hands underneath her body and scooped her up in a bridal carry, heading for the bathroom.

"Jeez, am I that light?" she said, surprised at how easily I lifted her.

Well, the new strength points really helped,everything felt lighter in my hands.

"Let me take care of you," I said, reassuring her.

"You already did that," she replied, trying to hide her face from my sight.

I walked carefully so I wouldn’t jostle her. She smiled, clearly enjoying the ride.

"Well, it isn’t complete. You still haven’t cleaned up."

As we stood before the bathroom door, she stretched out her hand and reached for the knob.

I looked around. The scent of her creams and soaps filled the room. My eyes drifted over the space,nothing much had changed, though she had collected a better assortment of products.

The bathroom had a shower section enclosed in transparent glass, and right beside it a large bathtub that looked even bigger than I remembered.

I knew she wouldn’t be able to stand inside the shower while I bathed her, so I gently set her in the tub.

I turned on the tap and began filling it with water, adding a little soap to make a bubble bath. I knew how much she enjoyed that.

When we were dating, this was one of the places she would relax.

After a stressful day she would call me to prepare her bubble bath.

She’d pick up food on the way home, then bury herself in the tub for minutes, sometimes hours.

Afterward she’d put on her nightie, eat, and we’d head to the bedroom for more activities before drifting off to sleep.

Because she was already inside, things didn’t go exactly as planned this time.

I brought over the towel she had hung above the shower glass and stepped in.

We faced each other. I took the soap and began rubbing it over her skin.

"Your hands feel like a massage," she said.

"I just want you to be alright," I answered calmly.

"I missed this," she muttered tiredly.

I didn’t reply. I still had somewhere to be and didn’t want to seem rushed, so I simply focused on doing it properly.