Sisters’ Shared Bath

With a heavy heart, Selina endured until evening. After a distracted dinner, she sat on her bed, staring blankly at the night sky outside. The sun had set, and a radiant silver moon hung high above…

The Elven Forest, a pristine sanctuary untouched by pollution, boasted the continent’s most stunning starry skies. Yet, Selina had no heart to admire it.

Cuibis stood nearby, watching her princess sit motionless since the afternoon, concern growing.

“Your Highness, you…”

“Don’t talk. I want some quiet…”

Cuibis’s attempt to inquire was cut off by Selina’s plea for silence.

Her Highness had sat there all afternoon, deflecting every question about her troubles with the same excuse.

“But, Your Highness, the bathwater is ready, scented with your favorite petals. Sister Velansel said Her Highness Felicia has been waiting for some time…”

Cuibis’s words were clear: urging Selina to bathe. She couldn’t fathom why her princess seemed to dread bathing with Felicia. They were sisters, and Selina had bathed with her before. Why the resistance now?

Cuibis held a bath basket with towels and a bath dress, everything prepared for the princess to undress.

Selina, back to Cuibis, gazed at the night sky, her face bitter. Tonight would be tough. Not only did she have to bathe with Felicia, but afterward, she’d stand bare before Karina, her blood mother, to receive a Sacred Mark.

Recalling Felicia’s pained expression during her own marking, Selina’s petite frame shuddered.

That wasn’t protection—it was torture.

She desperately wanted to avoid what lay ahead.

Seeing no response, Cuibis sighed, patting Selina’s shoulder.

“Your Highness, some things can’t be delayed. No matter how long you stall, you’ll have to face them.”

Cuibis meant bathing was a simple, pleasant task—surely a princess couldn’t skip hygiene?

Her unintended words struck Selina like a wake-up call, suppressing her feminine hesitation with Kant’s lingering male resolve. His inner voice roared.

You’re an adult! Why fear everything? It’s just a bath with Felicia—what’s the big deal? Plus, bathing with a girl means I’m the one getting the better deal! As for the Sacred Mark? Mere physical pain—nothing to fuss over!

Fueled by bravado and self-encouragement, Selina’s fear vanished. She leapt from the bed, her expression as resolute as a warrior facing sacrifice.

Grabbing Cuibis’s arm, she declared with a commanding aura, “Let’s go! Show me how tough tonight really is!”

Ten minutes later, in the royal bathhouse.

Amid misty steam, Selina and a bare Felicia soaked in the wide, warm bath, surrounded by floating white lily petals and Selina’s favorite rubber duck.

Though the warm water relaxed her muscles, Selina sat rigid at the pool’s edge, eyes fixed forward, not daring to move. Beside her was her sister, whose bare skin and curves—coveted by countless boys—were within arm’s reach.

Such beauty and softness were so close, and given their sisterly bond, Felicia likely wouldn’t mind a touch, right?

Whether Felicia minded, Selina didn’t know. But she was certain that if she turned and reached out, her fragile nasal capillaries would burst, flooding with blood.

She had to admit, her past self—a nearly 50-year-old virgin grand mage—had no resistance to beauty. She’d adjusted to her own body over five years, but Felicia’s figure, glimpsed as they entered the bath, with those lush, perfect curves…

No good—a warm rush in her nose. Selina hurriedly covered it, fearing a nosebleed.

Pathetic. Getting a nosebleed from looking at my sister? I must be the first freak to do so.

She mocked herself inwardly.

Thankfully, no blood stained her hand when she checked. But as she relaxed, a soft ripple of water tightened her nerves again.

A touch on her shoulder followed, and her already flushed face burned hotter. She wanted to dunk her head underwater to hide.

From Felicia’s view, Selina had been unnatural since entering the bath. Hoping to bond, Felicia was dismayed as Selina kept her distance, edging away whenever she drew near.

When Selina suddenly covered her mouth and nose, Felicia, worried, closed the gap. Up close, she saw Selina’s face was alarmingly red, almost bleeding.

“Sister, are you feeling unwell?”

Without thinking, Felicia grabbed Selina’s arm, feeling her stiffen instantly.

“N-No…”

Selina struggled to free her arm, now trapped in Felicia’s embrace. The soft pressure against her skin overwhelmed her, muddling her mind into a haze.

She turned her head frantically, hiding her shy, flustered eyes, but Felicia was unusually assertive today. Her other hand forced Selina’s face back, their gazes locking.

Selina’s embarrassment was fully exposed. Her chaotic thoughts spiraled as Felicia saw her shame. After a brief silence, Felicia chuckled.

Her clear, melodious laugh echoed in the bathhouse, soothing and delightful.

Selina looked up, meeting Felicia’s warm, gentle eyes.

“Sister, are you shy seeing my body?”

Her teasing, warm tone—a first for Felicia—turned Selina’s face apple-red.

“I-I…”

She stammered, unable to form a sentence, her broken words betraying her panic.

She felt like a child caught with a forbidden toy by her parents, her shame explosive.

“No need to be shy. We’re both girls. What I have, you’ll have too. No need to envy my figure—our Selina will grow just as alluring~”

As she spoke, Felicia’s arms deftly encircled Selina’s waist. In the misty steam, the taller blonde elf enveloped her smaller sister completely.

Already flustered, Selina’s mind crashed under the teasing, her body freezing. She became a steaming mess, limp in her sister’s arms.

Delighted by her sister’s adorable reaction, Felicia leaned down, planting a delicate kiss on Selina’s forehead.

That kiss sent a jolt through Selina, draining her strength. Her mind blanked, her face flushed, and her body melted into Felicia’s embrace, pliable as water.