As I stood up and moved toward the door, Lilia quickly snatched up her discarded clothes from the floor, holding them tightly against her chest to cover herself.
When I opened the door, the innkeeper stood there with two small wooden basins filled with warm water and fresh wiping cloths.
She took one look at my bare chest, glanced over at the intensely blushing Lilia in the corner, and a knowing smirk spread across her face.
"Ah... I deeply apologize if I've interrupted a rather intimate moment, sir," the innkeeper purred, clearly drawing her own wild conclusions about what was happening in the room.
"It's fine. Thanks for bringing them up," I replied casually, taking the heavy wooden basins from her hands and promptly shutting the door in her face.
I set the basins down near the center of the room. "This works out perfectly—you can wash yourself off before putting on your clothes."
As I turned to address her, the clothes Lilia was holding suddenly slipped from her trembling fingers, exposing her bare chest once more.
Ignoring her panicked gasp, I stripped off my remaining clothes without a second thought. My body was covered in dried Ogre blood, grime, and sweat. I couldn't stand the sticky, foul-smelling mess on my skin for another second.
I sat down on the wooden floor beside one of the water basins. "What are you waiting for? Come sit down and clean up so you can change."
Just as I dipped a cloth into the warm water, feeling the immediate relief against my aching muscles, a pair of soft, hesitant hands touched my back.
Lilia had quietly kneeled behind me, gently wiping the warm, damp cloth across my shoulder blades to scrub away the dried blood.
I stiffened, startled by her initiative. My original instruction had been for her to wash herself, not act as my personal bath attendant.
I opened my mouth to stop her, but then I paused, deciding to let her continue. Accepting this level of service would reinforce her acceptance of her new reality—and her current place beside me.
Lilia cleaned my back with meticulous care, her touch surprisingly gentle as she worked away the battle grime. Eventually, her hands slowed as she reached my sides.
"M-Master... your front..." Lilia whispered nervously from behind me, her voice quivering. "Should I... wash that too?"
I remained silent, staring at the far wall. In truth, my mind was racing. In my previous life, I was just an ordinary guy who had never even been on a proper date, let alone shared a private room with a woman.
Being tended to like this by a former high princess was a surreal, heart-pounding experience. In the quiet room, I could almost swear my heavy heartbeat was syncing with the rapid, frantic pulse I felt in her fingertips.
Suppressing my rising embarrassment, I slowly turned around to face her.
The moment I turned, Lilia let out a sharp gasp, her eyes widening in absolute shock before she frantically slapped both hands over her mouth.
Her gaze was locked squarely onto my lap. Unsurprisingly, my "little friend" down there had taken full advantage of the situation, standing at complete attention despite my best efforts to stay composed.
Naturally, it was a completely normal male reaction. Given the intense circumstances and the breathtaking woman sitting inches away from me, if my body hadn't reacted, the health of my manhood would be the real thing in question.
Lilia's face flushed a brilliant crimson, the burning red color spreading all the way to the tips of her delicate ears.
"I-I'll continue..." she stammered through her fingers, forcing herself to lower her hands.
She dipped her cloth into the warm water, her small, trembling hands guiding it down toward my chest and stomach.
Sitting face-to-face with her like this, intense heat began to rise from deep within my chest—far hotter than the warm water in the basin.
Up close, her beauty was almost hypnotic. Her porcelain skin was flawless, her silver hair gleamed like polished metal under the dim lantern light, and her soft, pink lips parted slightly with every shallow breath she took.
Every feature of her face was crafted with such breathtaking perfection that I struggled to find the words to describe it.
Lost in sheer admiration, I hardly noticed as her hands moved lower, carefully washing along my thighs and waist.
After a moment of agonizing hesitation, Lilia guided her soft, warm hand directly toward my crotch, gently wrapping the damp cloth around my fully erect cock.
She began to clean me with excruciating thoroughness, her fingers lightly brushing against my most sensitive areas as she worked.
"Nngh..." A low, involuntary groan escaped my throat as a wave of intense pleasure shot straight up my spine.
'Dammit... at this rate, I'm going to lose control before we even finish.'
Determined not to let her have total dominance over the mood, I reached into the second basin, retrieved a fresh, damp cloth, and lightly trailed it across the delicate curve of Lilia's exposed neck.
"M-Master!? Ahhnn!"
Lilia let out a sharp, deeply erotic gasp, her entire body arching as a sudden shiver ran down her spine.
The melodious sound echoed softly against the wooden walls of the small room, instantly sending my blood temperature through the roof.
'Crap... that backfired. This is getting way too dangerous.'
Instead of pulling away, the unexpected sensation caused Lilia to freeze in place.
Her fingers instinctively tightened around my rigid length, her warm palm squeezing down firmly on my aching cock as she looked up at me with wide, tear-filled, and intensely flushed blue eyes.