In middle school experiments, the teacher used a refrigerator to harden it, and we used it up quickly for play, so I don’t know how long it needs to dry.
After dinner, I took what felt more like butter than soap and used a hand towel to wash Roxane.
I stood Roxane naked in the bathtub.
Roxane has a good figure.
She is tall and slim, with long, slender limbs.
Her chest is equipped with a violent apparatus, and she has a well-defined figure.
The line from her waist to her thighs is gentle, and she has a narrow waist and a tail.
"Um, you first, Master."
"No, it’s an experiment."
Roxane, who was saying something inappropriate, was quickly silenced.
What does she think I made the soap for?
To wash Roxane.
Just for that.
I want to wash Roxane as soon as possible. I want to cover her in bubbles.
I must firmly reject anything else.
I firmly rejected Roxane’s offer.
"Yes, I understand."
It seems Roxane understood.
But thinking about it, this is a human experiment.
I don’t even know if the soap is really made.
It might be too alkaline and not suitable for the skin.
I don’t want her to end up like the white rabbit of Inaba.
I rubbed the hand towel, which I had wet with water, to create bubbles.
I tried it on my own hands first.
The bubbles formed quite well.
It’s pretty good. Not as good as the body wash I had at home, but that’s inevitable.
My hands didn’t sting or anything.
It seems I made a decent soap.
I tried applying the bubbles to my arm.
There doesn’t seem to be any problem.
"Then, extend your hand."
"Yes."
I held Roxane’s left hand, which she extended.
I made her soft hand bubble up.
I inserted my fingers between Roxane’s fingers.
I moved them up and down in a piston-like motion.
It feels good.
It’s smooth and feels nice.
"Since it’s the first time and it’s an experiment, let me know if anything feels off."
"I understand."
After washing her hands, I spread the bubbles up her arm.
After enjoying the softness of her upper arm, I moved to her armpit.
I inserted my palm and rubbed it up and down several times.
I used the hand towel only to create bubbles, and I washed Roxane with my hands.
Next, I hurried to the long-awaited mountain base.
As swift as the wind.
The violent mountain stood quietly.
As gentle as the forest.
I dyed it white as if it were snow-capped.
I invaded it as fiercely as fire.
Each time I washed, it seemed to vibrate, and the bubbles trembled.
Is this just my imagination?
This is amazing.
It’s not my imagination.
While washing, I gently shook it, and the top became quite a sight.
It moved like a mountain.
I washed it slowly and thoroughly.
I covered her stomach and neck with bubbles and moved to her back.
"Since it’s the first time today, I’ll wash your back, head, and tail, but not tomorrow."
"Is that so?"
"I heard soap is bad for fur."
"Is that so?"
"Probably."
I think I heard that somewhere before.
Since they use special shampoo, it’s probably not wrong.
It’s probably better not to wash it every day.
I applied plenty of bubbles to the fur on her back.
I kneaded it with both hands, making a soft, fluffy motion.
After her back, I washed her tail.
I held her tail fur with both hands and rubbed it gently.
It was soft and smooth, and it felt good.
I also washed her lower body without hesitation, using my hands.
After covering her whole body in bubbles, I moved to her head.
I applied the bubbles from the hand towel and mixed them in, creating a foamy mess.
I washed her dog ears thoroughly, not just her hair.
Since I touch them so much, I should wash them with gratitude.
I rubbed her ears, the front and back, the base, and the indented parts, making sure not to miss any spots.
When I shook her ears, bubbles dripped from her hair onto her face.
Roxane closed her eyes.
I confirmed that Roxane’s eyes were closed and enjoyed her whole body while washing her head.
As a bonus, I washed her forehead and cheeks.
A completely bubble-covered person was created.
The white bubbles on her body looked strangely alluring.
Maybe it’s because parts of her skin were visible.
It looked sexy, like a torn piece of clothing.
Or maybe it’s because it’s just bubbles.
When I pressed with my hands, I could touch her skin since it wasn’t clothing.
"Um, that..."
I can’t help it.
I ended up hugging her.
This is an irresistible force.
"This way, you can wash efficiently with less soap. It’s a traditional way of washing between close men and women in my hometown."
I spouted a bunch of lies.
Since this is the moment, I thoroughly enjoyed the bubbly Roxane.
The smoothness of her skin and the slipperiness of the soap combined to create a very pleasant sensation.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is."
I affirmed strongly.
It hurts a little to see Roxane’s honest reaction, but it can’t be helped.
Everything depends on the first time.
I originally planned to wash her normally and be done with it, but if I make such a request afterward, I’ll be seen as a pervert.
If I establish this as normal from the beginning, she won’t resist next time.
"Then, I’ll wash your body, Master."
Roxane tentatively put her hands on my back.
It seems the first time was crucial.
I let Roxane wash me.
The mountains in the bubbles bounced around.
Using her already excessive and violent bulges.
Impressive.
"Thank you. It feels good to be washed by Roxane."
"Um, if this is okay..."
Roxane washed various parts of me.
No, hair and hair.
"Then, I’ll rinse it off."
After she washed me, I fetched water from a bucket and slowly poured it over my head.
I washed off the bubbles from my whole body.
I alternated pouring water and washing.
"It feels smooth and good."
After washing off the soap, Roxane rubbed her own arm.
She narrowed her eyes happily, looking satisfied.
"Is there any problem?"
"Yes, it’s fine. It feels like I’ve been reborn."
"You were already beautiful, so I don’t think it changed much."
"Ah, thank you."
Wait.
Should I have complimented her by saying she became even more beautiful?
It might be a bit much to praise her that much.
Factually, she was already beautiful and remains so, so this is fine.
The next morning, I entered the Cullatar labyrinth with a refreshed body, thanks to the soap.
The refreshment is due to the soap, not anything else.
If it’s not, it’s not.
When you feel good, something good might happen.
But then, I was hit by a Slow Rabbit’s body attack.
Damn.
When you feel good, you should be even more cautious than usual.
The plating was properly done, so the impact should have been somewhat reduced.
In a fit of anger, I hit it with my wand and chanted the fifth Firestorm.
It was good that I cast the fourth one before.
Embers flew, and the monster fell.
The Slow Rabbit that charged at me disappeared in smoke.
Serves it right.
I aimed and shot.
Then, the smoke cleared, and a small object remained, neither rabbit fur nor rabbit meat.
Hmm, I’ve never seen this before.
"Master, we did it. It’s a Monster Card."
Before I could identify it, Roxane jumped at it.
Oh, this is a Monster Card.
Monster Card - Rabbit
It’s definitely a Monster Card.
It’s a card of the same size as the Intelligence Card.
Like the Intelligence Cards of the thieves, nothing is written on it.
"Is this it?"
"Yes, I’ve never seen it before."
"How did you know it was a Monster Card?"
"I’ve heard about it."
Well, if you’ve heard about it, you can recognize it.
It looks like some kind of card.
"That’s true."
"I thought I would see one eventually since you’re clearing out monsters, but I’m grateful to see it so soon."
For those who enter the labyrinth, it might be a goal.
Despite hunting quite a few monsters, I’ve never seen one, so it’s a fairly rare drop.
It should sell for a decent price.
However, I don’t intend to sell this Monster Card now.
It should be attached to an equipment’s empty skill slot.
For that, I need to find a blacksmith.
To fuse a Monster Card with equipment, a blacksmith’s skill is required, and only dwarves can become blacksmiths.
The opportunity came soon after.
When we finished exploring the Cullatar labyrinth, the magic crystal was yellow.
A yellow magic crystal.
It seems it can be sold for 100,000 nals.
This should provide the minimum funds.
Not as much as Roxane’s price, but it’s enough.
"I want to go to the town of Bael this afternoon."
I made plans during breakfast.
First, I need to go to the slave merchant and talk.
"Do you have some business?"
"Well, I have some business at the guild."
For Roxane, the slave merchant’s guild is not a good place.
"At the guild?"
"One of the reasons is to make a will. Roxane has done a great job. If I die, I want to free Roxane."
The owner can make a will about what to do with their slaves when they die.
Without a special will, they are apparently sacrificed to die with the owner.
I can’t let Roxane suffer such a fate.
It might be useful as a deterrent to prevent slaves from rebelling, but it’s not necessary for Roxane.
"Thank you. But, is it okay to talk about such things?"
"Hmm, I don’t know. If Roxane needs to be present for the will, she will eventually know, so it’s fine to talk about it. If Roxane doesn’t need to be present, I can secretly change the will, so it won’t change her attitude. So, I don’t think it’s a big problem to talk about it."
I don’t know if Roxane needs to be present for the will, so it’s better to bring her today.
"I see, that makes sense. Of course, I won’t change my attitude."
"I understand. In general terms, that is."
Actually, I don’t expect Roxane to stab me in the back.
Or rather, I would welcome it.
"I don’t think slaves need to be present for the will."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, and..."
Roxane lowered her voice.
"Hmm?"
"If you trust me, please don’t make a will."
Suddenly, Roxane said something.
I didn’t understand what she meant.
Don’t make a will?
"Why?"
"I will protect you. I won’t let you be defeated before me."
Roxane declared firmly.
I stopped chewing the grilled rabbit meat and stared at Roxane.
She didn’t look like she was joking.
She seemed serious.
"Well, of course I rely on you, Roxane, but—"
"If I can’t protect you and survive, it would be a disgrace as a warrior."
"I understand that, but it’s a different matter from the will."
"This slave will protect you until the end, and I trust that."
Is that how it works?
It seems a bit illogical.
"Well, I’m glad to hear that, but heart attack, you know."
"Heart attack?"
"It’s a heart disease. There’s a possibility of sudden death."
It seems heart attacks are unknown here.
"It’s fine. It’s not something to worry about."
"Um... seriously?"
"Yes."
Serious, indeed.
Looking at Roxane’s expression, it doesn’t seem like a joke.
It feels like a knight swearing loyalty to their lord.
Given the level of civilization, there might be something similar.
"If Roxane says so, I’ll do it."
"Thank you."
"But why?"
"I think you are a very wonderful person. Young, strong, and capable. You will likely accomplish great things. Yet, you were kind to me. I must repay this kindness."
In Japan’s Edo period, it would be like a lord and a loyal retainer.
Roxane probably has a longing for such a relationship.
If so, accepting it might not be a bad thing.
"Understood. However, I must say, I won’t accomplish anything."
"I don’t think so."
"I’m here to avoid accomplishing anything."
If I, who am not from this world, act recklessly, it might cause chaos in this world.
I must avoid that.
I must strictly refrain from overconfidence and rash actions.
Like an isolated flame that burns out without spreading, I should disappear without causing any trouble.
"I don’t understand."
"You don’t have to. Just think of it that way."
"I understand."
I forced Roxane to accept it, even though she was puzzled.
"However, I will go to the Bael guild. It’s time to consider expanding the party. I plan to ask if there are any good warriors. If a will isn’t necessary, Roxane doesn’t need to come. From the eighth floor, up to four monsters can appear. It’s tough with just two of us. I need to draw my sword, so I can’t always respond. It would be more reassuring to have another front-liner besides Roxane."
The atmosphere became a bit awkward, but I talked about the original purpose.
It feels a bit awkward to bring it up right after Roxane said she doesn’t need a will.
I might have been a bit talkative out of guilt.
No, I haven’t decided that the next party member must be a woman.
If it’s a dwarf who can become a blacksmith and a front-liner, it could be a bearded old man.
Roxane and a bearded old man on both sides. That would be a dream.
Waking up with a beautiful woman on each side.
Getting washed by Roxane from both front and back in the bath.
Damn, that would be great.
However, I don’t have a lot of funds.
A slave with Roxane’s conditions would be expensive.
Beautiful, with a good personality, and very useful in the labyrinth.
I shouldn’t compromise on the party members, but an old man would be fine for the next one.
"That’s good. Indeed, it might be tough with just two of us to go further."
Roxane seems to be positive.
Think about it.
Anything can happen in the labyrinth.
We might need to sacrifice someone to prevent the whole party from being wiped out.
In such a situation, an old man would be useful.
If there’s an old man, it’s clear who should be sacrificed.
I can make a decision instantly.
That moment might allow me or Roxane to escape.
Thank you, old man. I owe you.
I won’t forget the noble spirit of the old man.
I will live on, fueled by the sacrifice of the old man.
No more old men.
"Do you still think so?"
"Yes, is it okay if I go with you?"
"I want to hear Roxane’s opinion. I don’t know many things, so any advice would be helpful."
I also want to see how Roxane reacts if I choose a woman.
If she opposes it, I won’t force it.
"I understand. I will go with you."
"Thank you."
But thinking about an old man being in the same party as Roxane, I feel inexplicably angry.
If he looks at her chest, he’s dead.
He can’t look at Roxane, can’t talk to her, and can’t even breathe the same air.
Such discipline is necessary.
If we live together, there’s a possibility of seeing Roxane in her elegant negligee.