Axel lifted Teruria in a princess carry, leaving the towel and the tub behind.
His steps headed straight for the bed without the slightest deviation, and he carefully let the little witch down in the middle of it.
Her red face, limp limbs, and skin glistening under the candlelight added to the two mountains flattened by their massive mass. Just a single look at her current disheveled appearance was enough to make any man hard!
"S-Sir... Hexel..." Teruria whispered in an unease-filled voice.
"No need for sir," Axel replied quickly, placing his pants and underpants straight into his inventory. "After all, I don't think you'd care for honorifics with what we're going to do next."
"...!"
Teruria's eyes honed straight to the stiff shaft that Axel showed off.
"S-So that's a man's...!" She gasped before whispering in worry. "W-Will it really... fit?"
