The Seed Thief

Vol. 1 Chapter 3.7

'My God. This is...'

In front of him, a woman's flesh, dimly visible through the damp fabric, was swaying back and forth. It was, of course, Lulu's chest. With each movement, the wet cloth clung to her bosom, repeatedly sticking and falling off, showcasing its motion.

Being commanded to stay still and continuously witnessing that sight, Ervandas felt like he had become the lowliest pervert in the world. Was that thin fabric cursed by some dark magic? The movements, teasingly revealing her chest yet withholding it, were threatening to blow his sanity to the farthest reaches of the sky.

Ervandas desperately scraped his remaining reason, pondering how to overcome this crisis. Soon, he noticed at least his mouth had yet been suppressed.

"Master."

He called Lulu in an eerily low voice than usual, trying to hide his trembling. Even so, his mouth obediently uttered 'Master' instead of 'You witch' as it should have.

"What's wrong? Did bubbles get into your eyes?"

"It's not that......."

He had to beg her to please come down his body because he could see her breasts. But he felt too ashamed to utter the word 'breast.' No, he had to somehow resolve this situation. Ervandas mustered up the courage to speak up, carefully choosing his words.

"Your clothes......are wet......."

It's visible, so please, move away. Just as Ervandas struggled to utter those difficult words, Lulu nodded understandingly.

"Okay, since they're already wet, I should take them off."

"......?"

Ervandas's jaw dropped at Lulu's nonchalant reply. Why did she jump to that conclusion?

Lulu moved faster than his rationality could catch up. She quickly took off the thin nightgown she was wearing without hesitation. It was wet, just as Er said, so there was no point in wearing it.

As Lulu brazenly undressed, exposing her naked body under the sun, Ervandas felt his breath hitch in his throat.

Lulu had a slender, lean body overall. Outstretched limbs, an elongated, pale white neck, and prominent collarbones. However, amidst such a body, one aspect drew an entirely different, voluptuous curve.

"Ah......."

A voice filled with pure admiration escaped his lips. The ample breasts, which seemed to overflow even if grasped by his large hands, were swaying within breathing distance.

Amidst her porcelain skin, the pink peak stood firmer than usual, perhaps due to the cold stream water.

Ervandas's gaze fixated on that peak, unable to tear away. Water trickled down from Lulu's hair, cascading along her collarbones, and tantalizingly pooled at the tip of the pink peak.

Gulp.

Ervandas swallowed hard at the droplet that threatened to fall, his mouth parched. Suddenly, unfamiliar craving tormented him. He felt like he needed to drink something immediately.

But he didn't even glance at the clear water flowing beside him. What he wanted now was.......

"Then shall I wash again?"

Still unaware of his situation, Lulu reached for Ervandas's hair again. The breasts were concealed by the thin fabric until a moment ago, were now exposed closer to his face.

A bit more. Just a little bit more. If he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, he would be within reach of the water he wanted to drink the most. His lips parted slightly, unaware of his own action.