The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 4- Bathing with the Headmaid (R18)

"My lord, can you promise me one thing?" Suddenly, the quiet Karina broke the silence with her words.

"What is it?"...

"Should you ever set out on a perilous journey like the previous one in the days ahead, please take me along. I recognize your supreme power as a knight at the height of prowess. Still, just because you represent the kingdom's greatest hope, your demise would strike as an immense tragedy"...

"Haha, you're blowing it out of proportion. Across our world's entire history, how many level 10s have actually fallen? That curse hit me only due to my own negligence" He brushed it off casually, yet the inherited memories made clear the event was far from trivial. Actually, this very issue drove his desire to consult the duke.

"I'm not kidding around; this is earnest. I can't bear to witness you in such pain again. Have you any idea the agony I endured watching you writhe under that awful curse each night?"

Witnessing the anger and tears on the verge of flowing from her eyes, Reinhardt swiftly clamped his lips shut. The memories informed him that this assassin woman, dreaded throughout the seven nations and even among demons as Mad Blade Karina, cherished him deeply. The body's prior inhabitant had shown her warmth akin to a sibling... Wait, sibling? Clearly, the assassin harbored romantic sentiments toward him.

Had the original body owner been that oblivious? Regardless, he grasped her perspective fully.

"Very well, join my knight order for the upcoming crusade".

Karina gave a nod, her cheer returning in an instant.

"Incidentally, Lord Reinhardt, will you visit the bath prior to your audience with the Duke?"...

"Indeed"...

"I understand" With those words, she whispered to herself alone, "Ah, so that's the sort you fancy, huh".

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Once he completed all his tasks within the chamber, Reinhardt proceeded to the bath. Fitting for a duke's estate, the manor stretched vast with endless corridors and halls. The bathing area itself proved enormous, boasting lion-spout fixtures and refined designs all around. A modest waterfall even tumbled in one alcove.

Accustomed to a frugal existence in his former life, Reinhardt encountered his initial profound astonishment since arriving in this realm.

Mist enveloped the bath, showing that Anastasia had readied it beforehand. Enthused to savor the duke's extravagant routine, Reinhardt advanced toward the water, but a shadow caught his peripheral vision.

"My lord, I've readied fresh attire for you"

Anastasia stood there! Hadn't she departed after setting up the bath?

"My lord, having just roused from your extended slumber, you must feel weary. Permit me to cleanse your form"

The chief maid drew nearer, unveiling her entirely bare figure in plain sight.

"While this marks my first shared bath with you, my lord, I've tended to your body often during your ailment. Thus, please let me proceed with the usual washing" Anastasia declared.

Yet, Reinhardt scarcely heeded her speech. There before him loomed a nude enchantress, so alluring and stunning that she might ensnare a man's very spirit. Her stunning, curvaceous frame, revealing all, presented an unforgettable vision.

Strands of vapor drifted about her, tempering the atmosphere and lending a dreamlike radiance to her velvety, fair complexion. Her thick, curvaceous limbs stepped fluidly over the stone tiles, each stride deliberate and soft, hinting at her most private spots. Rivulets of moisture followed paths from her throat and upper arms, gleaming as they coursed downward. Her lengthy, soaked tresses, typically bound in a coil, now stuck to her spine and bosom, casting a mesmerizing allure.

Should Reinhardt train his gaze, he might catch her nipples emerging briefly with every motion. Those ample breasts, firm hips, and inviting stare proved overwhelming. Every shred of logic vanished from Reinhardt's thoughts, leaving him to simply nod in agreement.

In fluid motions, Anastasia stripped away his garments, her full bosom, now uncovered, pressing softly against his flesh.

 As she disrobed Reinhardt, Anastasia drew in a sharp breath.

"Your physique... my lord, you've altered dramatically" Serving as the duke's lead maid and particularly among those charged with Reinhardt's care from his sickbed days, she had sponged him down repeatedly.

The earlier Reinhardt boasted a form that humbled even seasoned combatants. His defined core and toned muscles offered a captivating display; yet, this version—this was flawless. Anastasia's eyes expanded in shock. Beholding Reinhardt at this moment resembled admiring a sculpture chiseled by heavenly hands; it was utterly impeccable.

Her fingers trailed gradually from his torso to his midsection, exploring each ridge and form. They halted before his trousers, her attention locked on the unmistakable protrusion.

"Oh my, how spirited it seems~"

Reinhardt's nether parts had stirred the very second he glimpsed Anastasia's bare form, and bolstered by his Divine Trait [Endless Ardor], it stood poised for engagement. Adroitly, the chief maid eased off his pants, bringing his aroused length into her direct view.

"Thank you, god" Reinhardt murmured a quick thanks. What prompted this sudden divine nod? The answer lay plain: the deity hadn't overlooked the prized boon sought by all males. His member measured grand, grand enough to honor the divine body's reputation.

"Such impressive size; my lord is truly favored~"

Anastasia beamed, offering a gentle tap to the 'Little Reinhardt.' Next, she led Reinhardt to a bench and crouched to lather him up. Her perky breasts wedged firmly between her legs, shifting forms reminiscent of kneaded dough.