Maid's Bath Service (1)

The sound of the door opening made Derek turn toward it without thinking.

It had been years since bathing was the one time he could have entirely to himself.

Someone who shouldn't have been there came into Derek's field of vision.

A maid's headband, so familiar.

Even through the thick steam, her pretty face was flushed red.

Up to that point, she looked very familiar, but below the neck…… was quite different.

A bathrobe, barely draped over her.

Beneath it, no matter how he looked, she seemed to be wearing nothing at all.

More than anything, her words tickled Derek's ears, making it impossible to tell whether this was a dream or reality.

“Y-Young Master. I-I-I came…… to assist you with your bath……”...