SOTBW - 99

Najane stood in front of the bathroom door with a worried expression. It had been a while since Maximón went in to take a bath, but he still hadn’t come out. Perhaps she should have gone in with him. It wasn’t right to let someone who couldn’t see go in alone. She pressed her ear to the door, worried he might trip over soap or something, but then quickly stepped back, feeling embarrassed by how perverted she must look.

Should she ask if he was okay? No, if he thinks she’s treating him like a child…

“Najane!”

At that moment, a voice filled with irritation echoed from inside the bathroom. Najane opened the door with a smile brighter than usual but was startled when she saw Maximón. He stood in front of the bathtub, still unable to remove his shirt, and turned his head at the sound of the door opening. He looked like a cat that had been playing with a grandmother’s yarn and had gotten tangled up in it.

Maximón’s furrowed brow clearly expressed his frustration. Najane calmly untangled the leather straps that had become wrapped around his fingers. The straps were long enough to stretch from the collar to his chest, making it impossible for someone who couldn’t see to undo them on their own.

Once the straps were all untied, the front of Maximón’s shirt opened in a V shape. It seemed he had been standing in the steam for a long time, as his white skin was shining with moisture. Najane sighed softly.

“You should have called earlier. The bathwater must have cooled down.”

“I thought I could do it on my own.”

Maximón’s voice was a little sulky as he lowered his head. At that, Najane almost burst out laughing. Although she didn’t want to admit it, Maximón was rather cute for someone who couldn’t see.

“I’ll help you with your sleeves too. Just a moment.”

“Thanks.”

Maximón didn’t reject her help. Najane quickly rolled up the long leather straps and threw them into a basket before pulling up Maximón’s shirt. After finally removing his top, Maximón let out a deep sigh. Now, the only thing left was to remove his pants.

Najane turned to leave the bathroom but paused to watch Maximón struggling with his belt. She felt a pang of sympathy for his fingers, desperately trying to undo the buckle.

“Do you need help?”

Najane asked carefully from the threshold of the bathroom.

Maximón awkwardly pulled his hands away from the belt and shrugged.

“I thought you had already gone out.”

“I was just a little worried. It’s like leaving a child by the water…”

“Then don’t just watch, hurry up and help me.”

“I was worried it might hurt your pride.”

“I don’t have such a thing.”

Maximón opened his arms as if urging her to hurry. Najane smiled faintly and moved closer to him. His muscles, wet with steam and sweat, glistened beautifully. She tried hard to ignore Maximón’s body, focusing instead on the task at hand—his nearly perfect physique.

She kept her focus on the buckle, but her eyes kept drifting to his tightly defined lower abdomen. No matter how she tried to look away, his body was undeniable. The fact that she woke up every morning in his arms was becoming all the more surreal.

As always, Maximón’s body was so firm, it was like a huge block of metal. When she was pinned under it, it felt as if she might suffocate, but an odd sense of satisfaction always washed over her.

Najane glanced at his upper body without realizing it, then quickly snapped back to her senses and worked on the belt. Now, the only thing left was the string attached to the seam of his pants. If she pulled it, Maximón would finally be able to take his bath. She thought she was done helping him, and without really thinking, she reached for the seam.

As she pressed her palm against the seam, Najane paused. Why hadn’t she realized it earlier? The moment she touched the belt, she felt something firm beneath the seam.

“...Uh, Sir… this is…”

Najane stammered, lifting her chin. She could feel something rigid beyond the seam. As she lowered his pants, it felt as though something familiar would spring up with a bounce. Her cheeks turned bright red in embarrassment. However, Maximón maintained a shameless expression.

“It’s natural.”

“Natural?”

“Yes, how could I hold back when you’re touching my body?”

“…Ah, should I pretend I didn’t notice?”

“Do you have to?”

Maximón chuckled and pulled Najane up. Najane, who had risen somewhat bewilderedly, faced Maximón. Maximón embraced her waist so she couldn’t escape and stroked her ear with his other hand. Even though his eyes were covered with bandages, he acted as skillfully as someone who could see.

“I always think this, but you’re too innocent. If you were in a situation like me, with your eyes covered…”

Before he could finish speaking, Najane covered his mouth.

“I don’t really want to know.”

“Wouldn’t it be good to know?”

“Why would it be?”

“Because I’m planning to do it soon.”

At Maximón’s words, Najane flinched and pulled her body back.

“What kind of perverted thoughts are you having?”

Najane knew that Maximón was someone who was capable of doing such a thing, so she recoiled in horror.

Then, Maximón smiled nonchalantly, as if it were nothing.

“Everyone has thoughts like that.”

“The thought of blindfolding someone and tying them to a bed?”

“I didn’t say I would tie them to a bed.”

“You said last time that you wanted to but wouldn’t.”

“Did I? I don’t remember.”

Maximón cleverly avoided answering. Of course, he sincerely wanted to tie Najane to the bed. He wanted to lock her in the bedroom so she couldn’t go anywhere. He wanted to tie her limbs so she wouldn’t be tempted by the outside air and run away, and so she would only look at him, but if he did that, she would be terrified and run far away forever.

While watching the training of the young, inexperienced soldiers, when he got bored, he imagined Najane sitting on the bed in shackles. If Najane allowed it, he would make the shackles from the strongest ore in the world, but decorate them as beautifully as the imperial crown.

Time passed quickly when he imagined kissing her white instep, where thin blood vessels were visible, and sucking and licking her small toes.

Blood rushed to his already stiff cock. Maximón pulled on the string at his waist, even though he knew Najane was watching. As his pants fell to the floor, Najane hurriedly turned her head. She slowly stepped back, thinking she should leave for the bathroom, but strangely, she couldn’t move. His erect cock, rising with a menacing force, swayed leisurely like a pestle turning in a waterwheel.

Najane unconsciously looked at it with expectant eyes, then flinched and quickly turned her head. A sense of embarrassment belatedly washed over her. Wait, what am I expecting right now…? Najane’s ears flushed with shame.

“Shall I guess what you’re looking at right now?”

At Maximón’s playful words, Najane shrank back like a child caught doing something bad. Even though Maximón’s eyes were covered with bandages, he acted as if he could see his surroundings. Najane replied as nonchalantly as possible.

“…I didn’t…see anything in particular.”

“You’re consistently terrible at lying.”

“And you, Lord Commander, are consistently shameless.”

At Najane’s curt retort, he chuckled quietly. He was teasing Najane. Najane knew that too, but she couldn’t leave the bathroom comfortably. She was worried about whether Maximón could get into the bathtub by himself.

But Maximón got into the bathtub very easily, considering he was supposed to be blind. It was hard to believe that he was the same person who had struggled to untie his shirt strings.

As Maximón sat in the bathtub, the hot water overflowed. Maximón brushed back his hair with both hands and said to Najane, leaning his arm on the tub.

“Take off your clothes and come in.”

“Pardon?”

“You like this, don’t you?”

Maximón pointed into the bathtub with his finger.

Najane’s lower lip trembled in embarrassment.

“Y-yes? Wh-what an embarrassing thing to say…”

“‘Indecent’?”

He tilted his head with a mischievous expression.

“I was talking about a bath. What were you thinking? I was just suggesting a bath because the water is still warm.”

“…You’ve taken a liking to teasing me.”

Najane muttered as if she were upset, and Maximón chuckled.

“Come in quickly. You’re not thinking of leaving a poor, blind man alone, are you?”

“Poor? Who would dare think of the Commander as pitiful? They’d probably think it’s just retribution.”

“Hmm, I can’t deny that.”

Maximón didn’t seem to care much that his eyes had changed strangely. It was impossible to tell if he was being nonchalant or pretending to be, but on the one hand, it was fortunate that Maximón wasn’t agitated. If he had been anxious, Najane would have been consumed by anxiety and wouldn’t have been able to do anything. By now, the people of the Knights Order must be suffering from all sorts of worries, thinking about what will happen in the future…

Najane, letting out a sigh, closed the bathroom door that she had left slightly open. As soon as she heard the door closing, Maximón perked up his ears. He could hear the sound of clothes being thrown off by the door. Maximón leaned back against the bathtub and wore a faint smile.

Normally, the two of them taking a bath together was unthinkable. That was because maids and servants were always waiting nearby to attend to them and add hot water heated with hot stones to prevent the water from cooling down. He didn’t care about them at all, but Najane was quite conscious of people’s gazes.

The sound of wet footsteps grew closer. Maximón sharpened his senses. Soon after, Najane carefully settled herself on his submerged thighs. Her firm, rounded buttocks gently settled on Maximón’s center. It was a very deliberate action.

Maximón swallowed his laughter and slowly caressed Najane’s thighs, relying only on his sense of touch. Then, Najane grabbed Maximón’s hand with her thumb and forefinger, as if removing a bug, and pushed it away outside the bathtub.

“No.”

Najane’s tone was quite blunt.

“Don’t touch my body without my permission.”

The teasing from earlier was the cause.

Maximón immediately realized the reason and obediently withdrew his hand.

“If you don’t want me to.”

He hid both hands behind his back and stuck out his chin as if asking for a kiss.

“A kiss?”

Najane firmly pressed Maximón’s lips with her palm as if it were out of the question. But Maximón, unconcerned, gently put Najane’s finger in his mouth. Inside his mouth, which had swallowed her index finger, his tongue moved like a snake. Najane, startled, pulled her hand back, and the water that had risen to her chest gently sloshed. Maximón licked his lips with his tongue, as if regretful.

“Touch me.”

“…Pardon? Wh-what do you mean, touch what…”

Najane, who had come in to tease Maximón but was instead being teased, stammered and asked back. The cock she was carefully sitting on was stiff and swollen, as if it would spring up at any moment. Maximón took out the arm he had hidden behind his back and pulled Najane’s body towards him. As their chests touched, the cock underneath them pushed up against her buttocks as if it had reached its limit.