If the natives of this world could hear Gareth's thoughts, they would be so angry that they would want to roast him alive. Even the most trained and talented individuals would take about a week to feel the mana in the atmosphere.
Something that he was able to do in a little over a night. Luckily, he didn't know about this. If he didn't, he might begin to think he was some kind of main character in a trashy web novel.
He got up and stretched his limbs, releasing the tension in his limbs. He was wondering what to do when suddenly, a knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts.
Knock Knock Knock!
Curiously, he went to the door and opened it to find Hazel standing there. He was a bit surprised, but he greeted her with a smile.
"Oh! Hazel. Good afternoon. I haven't seen you all morning. Is there something you want?" He asked with a gentle smile on his face.
Seeing him address her so warmly, the usually silent and stoic Hazel let out a small smile before responding to him.
"Good afternoon, Sir Gareth. The countess requests your presence."
"Oh! Is that so?" He muttered while glancing at his sweaty self. He wasn't exactly in the best condition to meet her right now.
Following his gaze, Hazel also noticed his sweaty appearance, and a frown appeared on her face. He indeed couldn't meet her in this state.
Suddenly, a mischievous smirk played on his lips before he asked.
"Hey, Hazel, if it isn't urgent, could you quickly give me a bath?" He asked with a seemingly innocent smile. Hearing his question, Hazel's face flushed a deep crimson as she began stuttering.
"H-Huh? W-What do you mean?" She asked while avoiding his gaze.
"Didn't the head maid say that you and Miria would be responsible for my bath from now on?" He asked, his tone laced with 'genuine' confusion.
Before she could come up with a response, he had already dragged her inside the room and closed the door behind her.
"Now now, we have to hurry. We can't keep the countess waiting, can we?" That was how Hazel, whose mind was still trying to process his words, was dragged into the bathroom.
Gareth quickly took off his clothes, stripping down to his underwear. Staring at Hazel, who was still shocked. He spoke gently but firmly.
"Come on, Hazel. Do you want to bathe with your clothes on?" He asked, subtly nudging her to take her clothes off.
Still taken by the suddenness of the whole situation, she removed her clothes absentmindedly until she, too, was in her underwear.
This time, she was in white, lacy underwear that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her breasts were as big as ever and looked as if they were about to spill out of her bra.
Staring at her big, bountiful boobs, Gareth's dick quickly got hard and threatened to burst through his underwear. Hazel finally snapped out of her daze and began blushing when she saw Gareth's rock-hard dick.
No longer questioning the situation, she quickly fetched the soap and sponge. Because she was alone, she had to wash both his front and back.
Quickly lathering the sponge, she began slowly washing his body. Initially, she was still shy and was avoiding his gaze, but after a minute, she quickly focused and concentrated on her work.
However, when she got to his lower body, her blush came back, this time even redder than before. Her hand hovered over his dick, and was about to move to his thigh when Gareth suddenly pressed it on his dick.
"I haven't been able to wash it since yesterday. Could you please help me?" He asked, though his hand was already helping her take off his underwear. In one swift motion, his underwear was off, and he was now completely nude.
Seeing his huge dick, Hazel let out a gasp in surprise, staring at the monstrosity in wonder. He was rock hard, and she estimated that he was at least nine inches in length.
Gareth smirked at her reaction and, while still holding her hand, guided it towards his dick. Holding his dick, she could feel how girthy it was. She could feel the veins that coiled around it like serpents. She could feel the heat that was radiating off it.
While she was mesmerized by it, Gareth leaned closer, his husky voice now close to her ear.
"Help me wash it, Hazel." His pleading tone was now less pleading and more demanding.
She looked up at him, and seeing the look in his eyes, unconsciously started stroking his dick. Gareth let out a low grunt, clearly feeling the pleasure of her actions.
Seeing his pleasure, a strange feeling washed over Hazel. She felt... pleased. Pleased that her actions were causing pleasure for this man.
Without Adrian prompting her, she began stroking faster, using the soap as lube. Both of them were now completely entranced by the atmosphere, completely forgoing any inhibitions.
Gareth's hand settled on her plump ass, squeezing it from time to time. Feeling him squeeze her butt, small jolts of pleasure coursed through Hazel, causing her to increase the speed of her handjob.
After a few minutes, Gareth was grunting more frequently as his pleasure was increasing. However, because of the meeting with the countess, he had to finish quickly. When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"I'm about to cum." With his words, Hazel increased the speed of her handjob, her actions finally sending Gareth over the edge.
Mngh!
With a final grunt, Gareth finally let out thick ropes of cum that shot through the shower. Some landed on Hazel's hand and body, staining her with his semen.
After thrusting his hips a few more times, his orgasm finally subsided, leaving his dick now semi-hard. Seeing the semen on her hand, Hazel finally seemed to snap out of her lustful state.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. She was so embarrassed that she wanted the ground to swallow her. Luckily, Gareth gave her an easy escape.
As soon as he finished cumming, he quickly rinsed the soap off his body and exited the shower.
"We've wasted too much time. It isn't wise to keep the countess waiting any longer." With that, he quickly left the bathroom.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will try to release more chapters to make up for not uploading previously.