The Most Mortifying Bathtime

There was nothing more mortifying in the world than being caught by your own mother while being overpowered by your older sister, and in the bathroom, no less!

The moment Delilah’s surprised gaze fell upon them, Stella yearned to bury herself alive.

Even at the risk of incurring her sister’s wrath, she absolutely refused to let her mother witness her in such a vulnerable state.

Stella swiftly shoved Mylian aside, then scrambled to her feet and dove into the bathtub with a single, swift motion.

Splash!

Water sprayed, creating ripples across the surface. Stella, having retrieved her bath towel, presented only her back to Delilah.

“Hehe… Stella, Mylian, your relationship has truly become so close!”

Delilah wasn’t angry; instead, she cupped her hands over her face, her joyful demeanor making one wonder if she might break into a dance.

“No, Lady Delilah! It wasn’t what you think just now! I was merely, for a moment…!”

Mylian finally recovered from her state of lost self-awareness, her face flushing crimson as she recalled her actions toward Stella.

How could I have pinned down the Stella I despise the most?

Mylian was filled with remorse. She had only wanted to teach Stella a lesson, but why had it escalated into such a thrilling scene?

“Oh, Mylian, you don’t need to explain anything. I know you’re willing to make amends with your sister, and that’s truly wonderful news.”

Delilah seemed unfazed as she strode forward, her two ample bosoms swaying, demanding attention. Before Mylian could even resist, her face was enveloped by two round shadows, and her body was then uncontrollably scooped up!

“Today, you’ll bathe with your sister and me,” Delilah declared, carrying Mylian into the tub. Mylian struggled a few times, but it was futile.

“No! Lady Delilah! I’ve already washed!” Mylian desperately wanted to escape, but Delilah’s hands were too strong, leaving her immobile.

“Your body isn’t clean yet, Mylian. You need to wash again, and it would be best if Stella helped too. After all, some places are hard to reach without assistance.”

Delilah finally placed Mylian in the tub. Stella watched Mylian, who was both mortified and helpless in her mother’s embrace, and felt a surge of regained dignity and relief.

Good, Mother’s arrival interrupted Mylian’s darkened state.

Stella let out a long breath, clutching her chest, but then Delilah spoke to her again.

“Stella, come here and help Mother with something.”

At this moment, Delilah’s left arm was around Mylian, and her right arm naturally beckoned Stella.

“Of course, Mother.”

Stella had no reason to refuse. As she sat beside Delilah, Mylian instinctively glanced over, but her gaze was no longer as fierce as before; she was now her normal sister.

“I’m not sure what you two little rascals were playing earlier, but since your relationship has become so good, as sisters, you must help each other.”

Delilah simultaneously stroked both sisters’ heads. Mylian and Stella exchanged a glance, both harboring a sense of foreboding.

“You must scrub each other’s backs clean, alright? Come, Stella, you start by scrubbing your sister.”

“Huh! I won’t!”

Upon hearing that Stella would scrub her back, Mylian instantly flailed like a drowning bird. Unfortunately, Delilah held her back, and Mylian dared not defy her—this was the powerful suppression of a gentle older sister.

“Mylian, don’t run. You should cherish having your sister wash you.”

“But… I don’t want to.”

Mylian’s tone was significantly weakened. The sight of her bullying Stella, witnessed by Delilah, was embarrassing enough for a lifetime. She simply couldn’t muster the strength to resist Delilah’s request now.

“Don’t be shy anymore. Turn around quickly, Stella is waiting for her sister too.”

Delilah spoke softly. Mylian had no choice but to once again set aside her dignity, turning around to let Stella do as she pleased.

“Just hurry up and do it, Stella!”

Mylian’s resolute tone was like someone facing execution, which amused Delilah.

“Haha, Stella, quickly scrub your sister’s back.”

Delilah handed a cotton towel to Stella. Stella looked at the towel, hesitating for a moment. She couldn’t imagine what her sister Mylian would think if she actually scrubbed her.

My life is over.

Holding onto the worst possible thought, Stella dipped the cotton towel into the readily available warm water and placed it over her sister’s exposed shoulder.

“Mmm…” Mylian’s facial features tightened slightly, her jawline becoming more pronounced. She was likely gritting her teeth.

It’s over.

Alarm bells rang in Stella’s mind. Even without a visible affection meter, she could clearly sense Mylian’s shift in mood.

“Stella, keep going. You’re not just splashing hot water on your sister; you need to fully uncover her to wash.”

Delilah reminded Stella to remove Mylian’s bath towel, which only made Stella more difficult.

I have to personally untie my sister’s bath towel? Isn’t this just adding insult to injury?

Stella had given up all hope for the day. Her hand trembled as she reached for the knot of the bath towel, gently untying it.

Whoosh.

The bath towel fell like a curtain at the end of a play, revealing a grand expanse of white skin shimmering under the lights. Stella feasted her eyes on her sister’s beautiful back.

“Mmm…” Mylian let out a sound of enduring humiliation.

Why has it come to this? It’s just a bath.

Stella suppressed the sadness in her heart. The cotton towel finally began to glide across Mylian’s back. Where the water trailed, the skin grew brighter, and the warm temperature brought out a lovely rosy hue.

“Stella, you need to scrub more rhythmically. Your sister’s back isn’t your canvas. You need to wipe it clean little by little, from top to bottom, like this.”

Delilah acted as a full-time instructor. Stella could only follow her mother’s instructions, which undoubtedly prolonged Mylian’s time enduring the shame.

Stella, I’ll make you pay for this!

Finally, after the cotton towel completely left her back, Mylian was liberated.

“Alright, Stella, see? Now that’s clean. Next, it’s your sister’s turn to scrub you. Turn around and sit in my lap.”

Delilah opened her arms, and without allowing Stella to protest, she fiercely embraced her daughter with her ample bosom, pampering her entirely.

“Guh… Mother, I can’t breathe.”

“Then just turn your face. It’s been a while since I’ve hugged my good daughter.”

Delilah’s embrace was still too overwhelming. Stella could only manage to twist her head, her face feeling as if it rested on a large pillow. However, with half her vision remaining, she suddenly realized something.

She would witness, in full, how her sister Mylian would scrub her.