Chapter 247: Personal Maid (2)

Aria didn't seem to notice… or she did, but she simply continued her task with the same calm focus, her high ponytail swaying as she carefully peeled the shirt from his shoulders.

The motion made her chest rise and fall, the generous weight of her breasts shifting again, as the towel barely containing them.

And Jake's throat went dry at the alluring sight.

Even with most of her body still covered, the sight of those soft, heavy mounds swaying so close to him was frankly obscene in how casually she presented them.

He stayed still and let her finish, though his hands twitched with the urge to reach out and test just how soft that exposed skin really was.

The warm bathroom light caught on the upper curves, highlighting every gentle bounce as she straightened and folded his discarded clothes.

'…Yeah. Definitely enticing.'

He cleared his throat, voice a little lower than before.

"Ehem... You're very thorough, Aria."

She glanced up at him, expression still perfectly serious, though a faint pink touched her cheeks.

"Of course, Master. It is my duty to attend to you properly."

Soon, Aria finished undoing the last of his clothes.

His trousers and the rest followed soon after, leaving his muscular frame completely bare.

Broad shoulders, a firm chest still faintly marked from the afternoon's sparring, and a hard, clearly aroused cock hanging heavy between his legs.

The heat of the room and the earlier sight of her cleavage had done nothing to calm him.

Aria's gaze flicked down once before returning to his face.

Her expression never changed.

She simply folded the last of his clothing, set it aside, and gestured toward a low wooden stool that had been placed near the tub.

"Please sit, Master. I will start with your back."

Her voice stayed even, professional.

Jake smiled and followed her instructions, lowering himself onto the wooden stool beside the bathtub.

Aria stepped behind him and picked up a warm, damp towel.

After checking its temperature, she gently placed it against his back and began wiping away the sweat from his afternoon of sparring.

Feeling that gentle hand and warm towel, Jake let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ahh… That's nice."

The warmth of the towel, combined with Aria's careful movements, gradually eased the tension in his aching muscles.

'As expected of a personal maid…'

Aria worked methodically, paying particular attention to the areas around his shoulders and back that had grown sore from repeatedly blocking Samu'dra's powerful attacks.

"Does this pressure feel comfortable, Master?"

"Yeah, just right~"

"I'm glad to hear that."

Her answer was as composed as ever, but Jake noticed that she seemed a little more enthusiastic after receiving his approval.

He couldn't help smiling.

'She's really trying her best, isn't she?'

For all her serious demeanor, there was something rather endearing about how earnestly she approached every task.

It was as though making sure he was comfortable had become a personal challenge she was determined to complete perfectly.

Jake leaned forward slightly, relaxing as he left the rest to her.

Then she gently lifted his arm and began washing it with meticulous care, treating every inch of his skin as though it were a priceless treasure.

Whether she was cleaning his hands, rubbing his forearms, or checking for any lingering soreness from his sparring session, she approached every task with the same quiet dedication.

Once she finished, Aria picked up a small wooden dipper and scooped up some warm water.

"Master, I'll rinse you now. Please close your eyes for a moment."

Jake obediently did as she asked.

Then a gentle stream of warm water flowed over his head and shoulders, washing away the remaining soap before trickling down his chest and back.

Aria carefully poured another dipper over him, making sure the water wasn't too hot.

After making sure he'd been thoroughly rinsed, Aria set the dipper aside and reached for a clean towel.

She gently patted his shoulders dry before offering him her hand.

"Your bath is ready, Master."

Looking at Aria's attentive and devoted manner, Jake couldn't help but feel like a king being served by his personal maid.

Jake couldn't help but grow curious.

'...Did Grace teach her this?'

Knowing Aria's usual serious and composed personality, he found it hard to believe she would suddenly start calling him "Master" on her own, let alone know so much about the role of a lewd maid.

Unless, of course, a certain little devil had been whispering all sorts of strange ideas into her ears.

He glanced at Aria again, who was still standing obediently beside him with a towel in her hands, waiting for his next instruction.

His gaze lingered for a moment before he shook his head with an amused smile.

'And here I thought she was the innocent one. Damn, she's gotten pretty lewd, too.'

With a chuckle, Jake took her hand and stood, following her toward the bathtub.

Warm steam drifted from the water's surface, filling the bathroom with a soothing mist. Aria guided him to the tub and stood beside him, ready to assist.

"Please watch your step."

Jake chuckled at her excessive attentiveness.

"At this rate, I might forget how to take care of myself."

"That would be quite troublesome," Aria replied with complete seriousness. "I would have to take care of you even more."

Jake paused, then laughed.

'Was that a joke? Or did she just say that because she genuinely meant it?'

Judging by her perfectly calm expression, he couldn't tell.

But as he looked at the beautiful maid waiting patiently beside him, he decided there were worse things in life than being spoiled a little.

Jake carefully stepped into the bathtub, letting the warm water envelop his feet before slowly lowering himself into it.

The moment he sank into the water, his shoulders relaxed, and a long sigh of relief escaped his lips.

"Ahhh… This is the life."

He leaned back against the edge of the tub, allowing the warmth to seep into his tired muscles.

After spending hours sparring with Samu'dra, every part of his body felt sore.

Now, with the soothing water surrounding him, it was as though all the tension was slowly melting away.

Slowly his eyelids grew heavy as he let his head rest against the rim.

'I'm going to melt at this rate…'

Just as he was about to drift off, he felt Aria's gentle fingers touch his hair.

"Master, allow me to wash your hair as well."

Jake barely had the energy to respond.

He simply nodded and closed his eyes.

Then Aria carefully wet his hair with warm water before applying shampoo.

Her slender fingers worked their way across his scalp, gently massaging it in slow, circular motions.

"Mmm…"

A satisfied sound escaped Jake's lips before he could stop himself.

Her massage felt so good that he could practically feel the last traces of fatigue leaving his body.

She moved her fingers from his temples to the back of his head, paying special attention to the spots where the tension had gathered.

'Good grief… She's even better at this than I expected.'

Jake had initially thought Aria was simply being diligent, but her technique was surprisingly skilled.

Every movement felt deliberate, and she adjusted her pressure whenever she sensed his muscles relaxing beneath her touch.

Seeing how comfortable he looked, Aria continued with quiet determination, gently working the shampoo into his hair.

"Is the pressure all right, Master?"

"Perfect…" Jake murmured. "Don't stop Aria..."

"Understood."

Her answer was as calm as ever, but Jake could almost imagine her feeling pleased with herself.

And he had to admit, after a day like this, being pampered by such a beautiful and attentive maid was an experience he could easily get used to.

Aria's fingers continued their slow, careful work through Jake's hair, but her gaze had already drifted lower.

The warm water of the tub was clear enough that the rising shape of his huge cock was impossible to miss.

It stood fully hard now, the flushed head and thick shaft breaking the surface of the water, twitching faintly with every shift of his body as she massaged his scalp.

"..."

She paused for only a heartbeat.

Her expression remained composed, though a faint pink rose across her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

Without a word, she finished rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair, then set the dipper aside.

One wet hand rested lightly on the edge of the tub while the other stayed near his shoulder, as if she were simply waiting for further instruction.

"Master," she said, voice still calm and even. "You appear to be… quite tense down there."

Her eyes flicked down once more, lingering only a moment on the rigid length standing proud above the water before returning to his face.

She tilted her head slightly, the high ponytail of blue hair shifting with the motion.

"Would you like me to assist with that as well?"