The Incubus System Chapter 1086. Bathing The Angel II

The Incubus System Chapter 1086. Bathing The Angel II

“And you’re still adorable when you’re flustered,” I shot back, grinning as her blush deepened once more.

Once her hair was thoroughly washed, I guided her back under the spray, rinsing the shampoo out. Droplets clung to her feathers, catching the light and making her look even more ethereal—if that was even possible.

“Alright, next step,” I said, reaching for the soap. “I’ll show you how to use this, and then you’re on your own.”

Her eyes snapped open, narrowing slightly. “What do you mean, ‘on my own’?”

“I mean,” I said, holding the soap out to her, “you can handle the rest. I’ve already done the hard part.”

She stared at the soap as if it were some foreign object, her wings twitching slightly. “You’re serious?” she asked, her voice flat.

"Yup," I said, smirking. "Unless, of course, you want me to help you with that too."

Her face turned scarlet, and for a moment, I thought she was going to hurl the soap at me. Instead, she hesitated, clutching the bar in her hand like it might give her the courage to tell me off. But then, much to my surprise, she nodded.

“Just do it,” she muttered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

I blinked, caught off guard. “You sure?” I asked, my tone gentler this time. “I mean, I was joking, but if you’re okay with it…”

She nodded again, though her blush deepened. “Yes,” she said, still not meeting my eyes. “Just… do it. But don’t make it weird.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “No promises,” I teased, stepping closer. She shot me a glare, but it lacked any real heat. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Grabbing the soap, I lathered it in my hands until it foamed. The citrusy scent mixed with the steam, filling the air with a refreshing aroma. Slowly, I began to run my hands over her shoulders, spreading the suds across her skin. Her golden feathers twitched slightly as I worked, and I could feel the tension in her muscles beneath my fingertips.

“You’re so tense,” I murmured, my voice low as I moved down to her arms, gently guiding her to lift them so I could wash every inch. “Relax. I’m not gonna bite… unless you ask.”

“Ethan,” she said warningly, though her voice came out softer than she probably intended.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” I said, grinning. But I dialed back the teasing, focusing instead on the task at hand. My hands moved to her back, tracing the elegant curve of her spine as I worked the soap into her skin. Her wings shifted slightly, the soft feathers brushing against me as I worked around them.

My hands slid lower, across the small of her back and down to her hips. She let out a small sound—a quiet, involuntary moan that made me pause. “You okay?” I asked, leaning closer to her ear.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, though the redness in her cheeks told a different story.

I smirked, leaning in just a bit more. “You know,” I whispered, my breath warm against her ear, “I wouldn’t mind going for another round. You’re already here, I’m already here…”

She turned her head sharply, ready to scold me, but her words died the moment her gaze dropped. Her eyes landed squarely on my cock, and whatever she was about to say vanished into thin air. Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she quickly turned her head away, looking in the opposite direction as if the tiles on the wall were suddenly the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

I followed her gaze downward, glancing at myself. I wasn’t even erect—just casually hanging out, so to speak. But apparently, that was enough to fluster her.

“You’ve seen it before,” I pointed out, amused. “I mean, we literally—”

“Don’t!” she interrupted, her voice high-pitched and hurried. “Don’t say it!”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up, my chest shaking as I straightened up. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender. “No need to freak out. Just saying, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that did absolutely nothing to cover herself. "You’re completely shameless."

“I know. That's why we are here,” I said, leaning back slightly. “You, naked in my shower, letting me help you bathe. Admit it—you trust me.”

Her gaze flicked to mine, and for a moment, she seemed to consider arguing. But then she sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I do,” she admitted softly. “But that doesn’t mean you get to tease me endlessly.”

“Oh, come on,” I said with a grin. “It’s part of my charm.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t protest further as I continued. My hands moved to her legs, kneeling slightly to work the soap into her calves and thighs. She shifted slightly under my touch, her wings twitching again as if they were mirroring her unease.

“You’re doing great,” I said, my tone softening. “Almost done.”

She nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line as I finished. Once I was satisfied, I stood up, letting the water rinse the soap away. The warm spray cascaded over both of us, washing away the suds and leaving her skin glistening in the light.

“There,” I said, stepping back to give her some space. “All clean. See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She turned to look at me, her expression somewhere between exasperation and gratitude. “It was… fine,” she said grudgingly.

I chuckled, running a hand through my hair as I reached for the shampoo. “Your rave reviews warm my heart,” I teased. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s my turn.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she quickly looked away, focusing intently on the wall again. “I’ll just… wait here,” she mumbled, her wings curling slightly around her like a protective barrier.

I laughed, shaking my head as I lathered up. “Suit yourself,” I said, though I couldn’t help but glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She was sitting at the edge of the bathtub now, her wings tucked tightly against her back, her golden hair damp and clinging to her skin. She looked like she was trying to act nonchalant, but her eyes kept flicking my way, betraying her curiosity.