Undressing had been straightforward enough, but when Kiyoko Aura stood before Byakuya with nothing on, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious.
Her gaze drifted slightly to the side, too embarrassed to meet his eyes directly.
Byakuya, of course, wasn't about to stare at Kiyoko either. Considering her feelings, he immediately looked away.
Just as the atmosphere grew awkward, Natsumi's voice broke through it. "Amaha-niichan, Kiyoko-nee, aren't you going to wash your hair first? Why are you both spacing out?"
Her words snapped both Byakuya and Kiyoko back to the present, leaving them no time to dwell on their embarrassment.
Byakuya sat down on the bath stool, preparing to wash his hair.
That's when he suddenly felt something soft and substantial pressing against his back.
Without question, it was Kiyoko, who had leaned against him from behind.
"Kiyoko...?"
Byakuya asked, startled.
"Don't say anything. I'll wash your hair for you."
Kiyoko said softly.
"..."
Byakuya opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Washing his hair was one thing, but did she have to press against him like this?
The pressure was... considerable.
In truth, there was no avoiding it—Kiyoko was simply too well-endowed.
If she wanted to wash his hair properly with both hands, there was no way to avoid contact.
Unless she kept her arms unnaturally extended to maintain distance, but that would be uncomfortable for her.
So...
...
Byakuya endured the invisible pressure as Kiyoko helped him wash his hair.
She even scrubbed his back while she was at it.
"There. Now it's your turn to help me."
Kiyoko handed the showerhead to Byakuya.
And sat down in front of him.
"Alright..."
At this point, Byakuya could only steel himself and proceed.
Washing her hair wasn't too bad—nothing particularly embarrassing about that.
But when it came to scrubbing her back, things got a bit awkward.
After all, he had to apply body wash first rather than just scrubbing directly with a towel.
As Byakuya spread the body wash evenly across Kiyoko's back with his hands, she didn't make any unusual sounds, but her cheeks had visibly reddened.
Whether it was from the steam in the bathroom or something else entirely was anyone's guess...
Once the body wash was applied and rinsed off, he gently wiped her back with a towel.
Then it was Natsumi's turn...
"Me too, me too! Amaha-niichan, please wash my hair!"
Natsumi, wearing her school-issued swimsuit, sat down on the stool in front of Byakuya.
"Of course."
Byakuya smiled gently and patiently washed Natsumi's hair and scrubbed her back.
...
The warm water in the bathtub had long since been ready.
Now they could get in.
Fortunately, Kiyoko's bathtub was large enough to accommodate two adults and one child—though it was a bit of a squeeze.
Byakuya and Kiyoko sat facing each other in the tub, with Natsumi between them.
The water provided a certain degree of concealment.
Because of this, Kiyoko's expression had returned to its usual calm, showing no trace of embarrassment.
However, from Byakuya's vantage point, the way things were half-visible beneath the water's surface was far more... dangerous.
"..."
Byakuya could only force his attention elsewhere, ignoring the view below the waterline...