Once they entered the bath, the warm milk rose past Cain's abdomen.
The depth was just right. He could feel the weight of the liquid around him, but it was not deep enough to make moving difficult.
Cain looked up at the milk flowing down from above and thought, 'This should be Streusen's ability, right? If this really came from milking cows, never mind the waste. Just collecting this much would be exhausting.'
As he was thinking that, his right hand subconsciously swept beneath the surface and caught Uta's little foot as she stretched it toward him.
The next second, milk sprayed directly into his face.
Uta cupped her hands together and kept squeezing splashes toward him, shouting,
"CAIN! WHAT ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE FOR? YOU'RE TOO FAR AWAY!"
Cain wiped the liquid from his face, looked at the drops of milk falling from his hair, then looked at Uta laughing happily.
A strange feeling rose in his heart, and he mocked himself inwardly.
'Does this count as getting colored?'
"Honestly, Cain, you're great in every way, but sometimes you're way too calm."
Uta leaned over a floating board, tilting her head as she looked at him.
"You're bathing together with me, and you really don't feel anything at all?"
Hearing that question and seeing her cheeks flushed from the heat, the string of reason in Cain's heart loosened a little.
After all, ever since the two of them confirmed their relationship, Cain had always been led around by Uta when it came to romance.
Whether it was those bold romantic lines or sudden bursts of intimacy, Uta had always been the one taking the lead.
Outside, he was calm and decisive, but in front of Uta, he always seemed like the weaker side, passively reacting.
That feeling of being suppressed made him especially want to strike back just once.
Cain did not let go. Instead, he followed the motion and steadily held Uta's foot in his palm.
Her foot looked pale beneath the milk, and because of the warmth of the bath, her toes and the tips of her feet were faintly pink.
Cain exhaled lightly, making Uta's foot tingle.
"Ah… what are you doing?"
Uta had not expected Cain to suddenly counterattack, and her movements stiffened.
"Didn't you ask whether I felt anything?"
Cain stared at that soft, pink little foot with a teasing look in his eyes.
"What if I say I do? Besides, didn't you bring this right to me? Wow, why is it so red?"
"Don't look… th-that's because of the heat!"
Uta stubbornly shouted and tried to pull her foot back.
But pushing and pulling in the water made it impossible to use much strength, and all she managed to do was send ripples across the bath.
Cain refused to let her go. His palm slid along the top of her foot until it reached the sole.
"Don't… haha! Cain! That tickles!"
Uta finally could not hold back anymore. Laughing, she leaned backward against the soft wall of the bath.
She swung her other foot and kicked toward Cain, splashing up a large spray of milk.
"Jerk! Take this!"
Soon, the two of them were fooling around, and the bath was filled with laughter and the sound of splashing water.
It was not until Uta helplessly smashed the floating board onto Cain's head that she finally saved her long-suffering foot.
She wiped the milk from her face and looked at Cain's miserable appearance, the corner of her mouth curling into a mischievous smile.
Suddenly, she feinted with her body, pretending as if she were about to pull off the bath towel she was using for protection.
"You wanted to feel something, right? Then I'll let you feel enough!"
Cain's pupils shrank in shock.
Almost by reflex, he raised a hand to cover his eyes and dodged backward in a fluster.
"Uta! You…"
However, Uta was only teasing him.
Taking advantage of Cain falling into confusion, she seized the chance, kicked her foot against the pool wall beneath the water, and used the force to launch herself forward.
With a thud, white waves splashed up.
Uta crashed precisely into Cain's arms.
Caught off guard, Cain toppled into the bath.
The warm liquid instantly wrapped around his whole body, and that lingering sense of weakness quickly spread through him.
He barely managed to brace his hands against the tiles at the bottom of the bath.
He was about to force his way out of the water through sheer will, but before he could exert himself, he felt a firm pressure on both shoulders.
Using the momentum from her charge, Uta pinned him down hard.
All he could hear was her amused voice passing through the water and entering his ears.
"Your Fruit lets you breathe underwater, doesn't it? Then stay down there a little longer!"
"Brrrblrblrblr!"
Cain made a series of muffled sounds beneath the bath, and a large number of bubbles rose through the milky surface.
"Huh? Cain, what are you saying?"
Uta looked down at the water, completely unable to understand what he was shouting underneath.
At that moment, she held the upper hand completely, both hands busy keeping Cain pinned down.
But she had forgotten something.
That powerful kick against the wall just now, combined with her wide movements as she pressed down on Cain, had already caused the bath towel that had not been wrapped securely in the first place to loosen under the water.
The white fabric slowly drifted away through the milk.
Cain groped around blindly beneath the surface, originally intending to find something to support himself with so he could get up. Instead, his fingertips happened to touch a light, floating piece of fabric.
Cain instantly understood what it was.
He waved it desperately beneath the water, trying to warn the girl above him.
'Your thing fell off!'
But from Uta's perspective, she had just been feeling proud of completely suppressing Cain when she suddenly felt the force beneath her hands weaken. Immediately afterward, she felt a chill in front of her.
She instinctively looked down.
Cain was holding her bath towel beneath the surface and waving it with great force.
"AH—!"
A scream sharp enough to cut through the bathhouse rang out.
Uta's mind instantly froze.
Because of her preconceived impression, Cain's struggles just now did not look like an attempt to get up at all. Instead, it looked as though he had deliberately "ambushed" her underwater and taken advantage of her carelessness to pull off her towel.
Shame and excitement filled her entire body at once.
That feeling of wanting and not wanting at the same time left her unable to make a proper judgment.
All she could do was panic, snatch the towel back from Cain's hand, turn away sharply, and hurriedly wrap herself up again.
Cain finally seized the chance and burst out of the milk bath. While breathing in fresh air in great gulps, he wiped the liquid from his face.
He was still completely bewildered when he saw Uta with her back turned to him, quietly saying,
"Pervert."
Cain looked blank.
"Huh?"
"I said Cain is a pervert! Even if I'm willing to let you look, you can't be so impatient that you just reach out and pull it off! If you act like that, I'll get embarrassed too."
As Uta spoke, she turned around and tugged the towel higher around herself.
The tips of her ears were faintly red, and she looked shy.
The towel, soaked full of milk, clung tightly to her body and outlined her figure.
Her pale skin was damp with warm steam, and a faint blush spread from her cheeks to her shoulders.
Her eyes lowered, her lashes trembling lightly, even her breathing carrying a tight, shy tension.
This was completely a dangerous wet-body temptation.
How was Cain supposed to withstand this?
But after thinking about what Uta had just said, Cain lowered his head awkwardly, flustered as he looked away.
"Don't look away. Just like that…"
Uta's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Her fingers gripped the towel tighter, her knuckles putting in a little strength.
After a moment, they slowly loosened again, and the towel slipped out of control, gently falling into the bath.
The sound of it sliding down was exceptionally clear.
Uta then extended her hand and spoke again.
"Please… look at me properly…"
Perhaps the temperature in the bathhouse was too high, or perhaps this action was simply too bold, but Uta's cheeks and neck were completely flushed, the redness spreading from behind her ears all the way to her collarbones.
She raised her eyes and looked over, only to see two streaks of red shoot from Cain's nose like rocket flames, lifting Cain into the air and slamming him straight into the ceiling.
That was not fire at all.
It was Cain's nosebleed spraying like crazy!
Bright red blood dripped into the bath, instantly dyeing the white water a faint shade of pink.
Just as Cain had once said—
Red plus white equaled his pink.