36. You have a great body.
Yesterday, Diarin had a deep conversation with Ceres late into the night.
As a result, she found a solution.
'You don't like other people touching you, do you?'
'Yes.'
'Then what if I and someone else touch it together?'
'?'
'So, if the sound was the same as my voice, you could tolerate it. Wouldn't it be the same with touch?'
The sound was so unbearable that it made Ceres lose his reason, but the touch was simply unpleasant.
If you don't like being managed, you can find another way, but if you don't like contact with others, you need to tone it down to some extent.
At a party, you have to shake hands, and if you want to dance, you have to hold hands with your partner.
There may be someone who taps you on the shoulder and passes you by.
She had to keep him from getting upset and exploding over every single thing.
He decided that management was a secondary issue and that she was just getting Skinel's help as part of his training to get used to being handled by others.
“Hello! Good morning!”
Skinel appeared lively.
Not knowing what would happen to her if she became a subject of Ceres' experiment.
Only Diarin made a solemn resolution.
"I heard you were going to start with morning care this morning, so I've been preparing really diligently! It's crucial to cleanse and soothe the swollen and oily skin overnight. My, how come you're so slick and oil-free even in the morning? You must be a natural at it!"
Even in the morning, Skinel's flowery speaking skills, full of misadventures, did not disappear.
“Do you think you’ll hate me a little less today?”
Skinel asked him quite naturally whether he hated her.
Ceres looked back at Diarin.
Diarin looked back at Ceres.
You have to answer, what if you see me?
But Ceres didn't seem to have any intention of answering.
Diarin had no choice but to turn to Skinel and speak for him.
"It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that he gets nervous when strangers touch him. So today, he said it would be okay if I held his hand and stayed with him, so I thought I'd give it a try."
“Oh, that’s a good idea. Young masters and ladies are often afraid of bathing, so they often have a nanny with them.”
Ceres was already a grown man, so she didn't think of it as something he hated out of fear.
But, well, she can do that since he is her lord.
Skinel had no great prejudices.
If you think, "Anything can be like that," then there is nothing that is not understandable.
If you are a young master who is very weak-hearted and timid and is receiving healing with the help of a priest, you may want to do everything with the priest.
Weak-hearted, timid.
Skinel smiled brightly, thinking that if Diarin heard that, she would turn into a stone pillar for about three seconds.
Kindness is the best medicine for a timid young master.
“Yes, then I’ll take you to the bathtub first.”
Ceres entered the bathtub while holding Diarin's hand.
Skinel, who had confirmed that Diarin was sitting on the chair next to the bathtub, approached him with a bottle of perfume.
"This is a relaxing and soothing scent. It's like something dissolved in water. I'll apply it lightly to your neck and shoulders. ...Is that okay?"
Skinel looked at Diarin as he asked Ceres.
The arrangement of who needs to be confirmed has already been completed.
In this mansion, only the priestess expresses opinions. She also makes decisions.
It was truly a perfect grasp of the situation.
Diarin smiled, lightly squeezing the hand she held with Ceres.
“Yes, then let’s start with the shoulders.”
Skinel, who had received permission from Diarin, carefully placed a hand on Ceres' shoulder.
Ceres stared intently at the hand he was holding with Diarin.
Diarin wrapped her other hand around the back of Ceres' hand, as if reassuring him that it was okay.
Even in Diarin's eyes, Ceres's body was clearly frozen with tension.
But it was bearable, as it remained frozen and did not move any further.
It was also thanks to Skinel's experienced hands.
“I’ve applied all the perfume. Please stay in the bath for a little longer before moving to the treatment bed.”
Skinel stopped chattering while she was managing.
Thanks to this, Ceres' patience held out a little longer.
Sometimes, his hand would tighten as if he was going to dig into the back of Diarin's hand, but he would calm down whenever Diarin would wrap her hand around it.
While Skinel made the care bed, Diarin observed Ceres's complexion.
He was in the bathtub, a slight blush on his cheeks.
The face, which at first glance seemed like a doll because it had no expression, looked lively.
“You look prettier already.”
Diarin said with praise that she had endured well.
Ceres didn't answer, just kept his lips tightly shut.
The blush on his cheeks seemed to have deepened a little, but she could have been mistaken.
“Yes, then I’ll move you to the management bed.”
Ceres got up from the bathtub under Skinel's guidance.
His body, still not fully trained, had restraint in its movements.
Even the movement of getting up from the bathtub was quick and measured.
Whoa!
Ceres stood tall in the middle of the bathtub, cutting through the water.
The bathrobe he was wearing blew open, revealing his bare skin.
“...”
Oh my god.
What am I looking at now?
She saw it last time, but seeing it again this time was still a dizzying sight.
Diarin muttered, barely holding on to her dizzying mind.
O God who fills the heavens and crosses the earth, your name that is everywhere and abides at any moment, beautifies this world...
The prayer rolled reflexively through her mouth.
Beautifully...
Beautifully...
But it didn't go any further than that.
If it were a body she had never seen before, she would have been just embarrassed, but since she had already seen it once, her mind was turned even more.
It's not enough to just say that Ceres' body is good.
Muscles that are thoroughly honed in real life, without an ounce of fat.
Skin that glows white from not seeing the sun.
She soaked it in it.
“This way... Huh.”
Skinel, who was turning around in bed, stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Ceres.
Yes, I'm not the only one who's weird.
Diarin was comforted by Skinel's reaction, which was not much different from her own.
“Oh, my, my. What a, what a, what a body you have...”
Still, Skinel was very generous.
She could praise even while shaking.
Diarin couldn't move, as if she would lose consciousness if she opened her mouth.
The mere fact that she could speak gave her the air of an expert.
But speaking was the limit.
Ceres' body was both beautiful and dangerous.
A body that could cause a heart attack if seen carelessly, and a body that could cause serious harm if carelessly revealed to the elderly.
Skinel's life was in danger on many levels, including the fact that the owner of that body had actually killed several people.
“Hey, hey, come this way.”
At Skinel's words, Ceres stumbled out of the bathtub.
The wind caused the front hem of the gown, which was hanging precariously, to open wider.
“Huh!”
Skinel took a sharp breath.
She almost suffocated while holding her breath, but she managed to survive.
But her racing heartbeat reached her throat and choked out the words that had been flowing smoothly.
Skinel's heartbeat was so loud that even Diarin could hear it.
It was a loud noise that was piercing to Ceres' ears.
“Be quiet.”
Finally, Ceres's nerves began to get on edge.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Skinel, who had no idea that he was pointing out her heartbeat, quickly apologized and shut her mouth.
But the anxiety of having been pointed out by a customer added to the feeling, and the pounding of her heart became even louder.
Ceres' eyebrows drew a truly unpleasant curve.
Diarin cried out, grabbing Ceres' arms with both hands.
“Mr. Ceres.”
Ceres looked back at Diarin with a sinister gaze.
What are you going to do? Do something about that noise. You're noisy too. Be quiet.
A multitude of demands poured out from Ceres' eyes.
There was nothing Diarin could do right now.
The divine power had been flowing in slightly since earlier.
It was true that the two people's heartbeats were so loud that even divine powers had difficulty calming the annoyance.
It was a very tense sound, so it was natural that Ceres would be more annoyed.
How do I settle this?
The more she thinks about being nervous, the more nervous she becomes.
“Tch, lie down on the bed...”
Skinel was nervous, but she did what she had to do.
Diarin first grabbed Ceres' arm and dragged him towards the bed.
The moment she took a step, Ceres' breathing became ragged.
"...Ha."
Once the nerves started to get on his nerves, he started to reject everything else with sensitivity, and he hated everything: scents, clothes that clung to his body, and the slippery floor.
“...Mr. Ceres?”
That was the moment they almost exploded.
Diarin, sensing an ominous aura, turned towards Ceres.
But, just as she had stepped on it, there was a drop of water mixed with perfume that had fallen from Ceres' body.
“Wow!”
Slippery, Diarin's foot slipped.
Her body swayed.
In a word, she was falling down.
It wasn't her intention.
If this was done deliberately to divert Ceres's attention elsewhere, it would have been the most foolish calculation.
To Ceres, who already hates stimulation and sudden things, and who is already excited and in a dangerous state, what a sudden action.
But her feet had already slipped, and Diarin didn't have the physical ability to do a somersault while holding onto Ceres's arm and land gently on the floor.
So she fell in the same direction she slipped.
And between the floor and Diarin, there was Ceres.
"Oh my!"
“!”
Yesterday, Diarin had a deep conversation with Ceres late into the night.
As a result, she found a solution.
'You don't like other people touching you, do you?'
'Yes.'
'Then what if I and someone else touch it together?'
'?'
'So, if the sound was the same as my voice, you could tolerate it. Wouldn't it be the same with touch?'
The sound was so unbearable that it made Ceres lose his reason, but the touch was simply unpleasant.
If you don't like being managed, you can find another way, but if you don't like contact with others, you need to tone it down to some extent.
At a party, you have to shake hands, and if you want to dance, you have to hold hands with your partner.
There may be someone who taps you on the shoulder and passes you by.
She had to keep him from getting upset and exploding over every single thing.
He decided that management was a secondary issue and that she was just getting Skinel's help as part of his training to get used to being handled by others.
“Hello! Good morning!”
Skinel appeared lively.
Not knowing what would happen to her if she became a subject of Ceres' experiment.
Only Diarin made a solemn resolution.
"I heard you were going to start with morning care this morning, so I've been preparing really diligently! It's crucial to cleanse and soothe the swollen and oily skin overnight. My, how come you're so slick and oil-free even in the morning? You must be a natural at it!"
Even in the morning, Skinel's flowery speaking skills, full of misadventures, did not disappear.
“Do you think you’ll hate me a little less today?”
Skinel asked him quite naturally whether he hated her.
Ceres looked back at Diarin.
Diarin looked back at Ceres.
You have to answer, what if you see me?
But Ceres didn't seem to have any intention of answering.
Diarin had no choice but to turn to Skinel and speak for him.
"It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that he gets nervous when strangers touch him. So today, he said it would be okay if I held his hand and stayed with him, so I thought I'd give it a try."
“Oh, that’s a good idea. Young masters and ladies are often afraid of bathing, so they often have a nanny with them.”
Ceres was already a grown man, so she didn't think of it as something he hated out of fear.
But, well, she can do that since he is her lord.
Skinel had no great prejudices.
If you think, "Anything can be like that," then there is nothing that is not understandable.
If you are a young master who is very weak-hearted and timid and is receiving healing with the help of a priest, you may want to do everything with the priest.
Weak-hearted, timid.
Skinel smiled brightly, thinking that if Diarin heard that, she would turn into a stone pillar for about three seconds.
Kindness is the best medicine for a timid young master.
“Yes, then I’ll take you to the bathtub first.”
Ceres entered the bathtub while holding Diarin's hand.
Skinel, who had confirmed that Diarin was sitting on the chair next to the bathtub, approached him with a bottle of perfume.
"This is a relaxing and soothing scent. It's like something dissolved in water. I'll apply it lightly to your neck and shoulders. ...Is that okay?"
Skinel looked at Diarin as he asked Ceres.
The arrangement of who needs to be confirmed has already been completed.
In this mansion, only the priestess expresses opinions. She also makes decisions.
It was truly a perfect grasp of the situation.
Diarin smiled, lightly squeezing the hand she held with Ceres.
“Yes, then let’s start with the shoulders.”
Skinel, who had received permission from Diarin, carefully placed a hand on Ceres' shoulder.
Ceres stared intently at the hand he was holding with Diarin.
Diarin wrapped her other hand around the back of Ceres' hand, as if reassuring him that it was okay.
Even in Diarin's eyes, Ceres's body was clearly frozen with tension.
But it was bearable, as it remained frozen and did not move any further.
It was also thanks to Skinel's experienced hands.
“I’ve applied all the perfume. Please stay in the bath for a little longer before moving to the treatment bed.”
Skinel stopped chattering while she was managing.
Thanks to this, Ceres' patience held out a little longer.
Sometimes, his hand would tighten as if he was going to dig into the back of Diarin's hand, but he would calm down whenever Diarin would wrap her hand around it.
While Skinel made the care bed, Diarin observed Ceres's complexion.
He was in the bathtub, a slight blush on his cheeks.
The face, which at first glance seemed like a doll because it had no expression, looked lively.
“You look prettier already.”
Diarin said with praise that she had endured well.
Ceres didn't answer, just kept his lips tightly shut.
The blush on his cheeks seemed to have deepened a little, but she could have been mistaken.
“Yes, then I’ll move you to the management bed.”
Ceres got up from the bathtub under Skinel's guidance.
His body, still not fully trained, had restraint in its movements.
Even the movement of getting up from the bathtub was quick and measured.
Whoa!
Ceres stood tall in the middle of the bathtub, cutting through the water.
The bathrobe he was wearing blew open, revealing his bare skin.
“...”
Oh my god.
What am I looking at now?
She saw it last time, but seeing it again this time was still a dizzying sight.
Diarin muttered, barely holding on to her dizzying mind.
O God who fills the heavens and crosses the earth, your name that is everywhere and abides at any moment, beautifies this world...
The prayer rolled reflexively through her mouth.
Beautifully...
Beautifully...
But it didn't go any further than that.
If it were a body she had never seen before, she would have been just embarrassed, but since she had already seen it once, her mind was turned even more.
It's not enough to just say that Ceres' body is good.
Muscles that are thoroughly honed in real life, without an ounce of fat.
Skin that glows white from not seeing the sun.
She soaked it in it.
“This way... Huh.”
Skinel, who was turning around in bed, stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Ceres.
Yes, I'm not the only one who's weird.
Diarin was comforted by Skinel's reaction, which was not much different from her own.
“Oh, my, my. What a, what a, what a body you have...”
Still, Skinel was very generous.
She could praise even while shaking.
Diarin couldn't move, as if she would lose consciousness if she opened her mouth.
The mere fact that she could speak gave her the air of an expert.
But speaking was the limit.
Ceres' body was both beautiful and dangerous.
A body that could cause a heart attack if seen carelessly, and a body that could cause serious harm if carelessly revealed to the elderly.
Skinel's life was in danger on many levels, including the fact that the owner of that body had actually killed several people.
“Hey, hey, come this way.”
At Skinel's words, Ceres stumbled out of the bathtub.
The wind caused the front hem of the gown, which was hanging precariously, to open wider.
“Huh!”
Skinel took a sharp breath.
She almost suffocated while holding her breath, but she managed to survive.
But her racing heartbeat reached her throat and choked out the words that had been flowing smoothly.
Skinel's heartbeat was so loud that even Diarin could hear it.
It was a loud noise that was piercing to Ceres' ears.
“Be quiet.”
Finally, Ceres's nerves began to get on edge.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Skinel, who had no idea that he was pointing out her heartbeat, quickly apologized and shut her mouth.
But the anxiety of having been pointed out by a customer added to the feeling, and the pounding of her heart became even louder.
Ceres' eyebrows drew a truly unpleasant curve.
Diarin cried out, grabbing Ceres' arms with both hands.
“Mr. Ceres.”
Ceres looked back at Diarin with a sinister gaze.
What are you going to do? Do something about that noise. You're noisy too. Be quiet.
A multitude of demands poured out from Ceres' eyes.
There was nothing Diarin could do right now.
The divine power had been flowing in slightly since earlier.
It was true that the two people's heartbeats were so loud that even divine powers had difficulty calming the annoyance.
It was a very tense sound, so it was natural that Ceres would be more annoyed.
How do I settle this?
The more she thinks about being nervous, the more nervous she becomes.
“Tch, lie down on the bed...”
Skinel was nervous, but she did what she had to do.
Diarin first grabbed Ceres' arm and dragged him towards the bed.
The moment she took a step, Ceres' breathing became ragged.
"...Ha."
Once the nerves started to get on his nerves, he started to reject everything else with sensitivity, and he hated everything: scents, clothes that clung to his body, and the slippery floor.
“...Mr. Ceres?”
That was the moment they almost exploded.
Diarin, sensing an ominous aura, turned towards Ceres.
But, just as she had stepped on it, there was a drop of water mixed with perfume that had fallen from Ceres' body.
“Wow!”
Slippery, Diarin's foot slipped.
Her body swayed.
In a word, she was falling down.
It wasn't her intention.
If this was done deliberately to divert Ceres's attention elsewhere, it would have been the most foolish calculation.
To Ceres, who already hates stimulation and sudden things, and who is already excited and in a dangerous state, what a sudden action.
But her feet had already slipped, and Diarin didn't have the physical ability to do a somersault while holding onto Ceres's arm and land gently on the floor.
So she fell in the same direction she slipped.
And between the floor and Diarin, there was Ceres.
"Oh my!"
“!”
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