Sherry quickly undressed in the changing room and told me to hurry up too.
Master, lets go now.
Eh, yeah, sorry.
I took my armor and the clothes inside and went to the bathroom.
Of course, I didnt forget to put a towel around my waist because even though I was dealing with a little girl, I have manners.
Sherry, on the other hand, doesnt cover her body at all.
I think her breasts are a little puffy but Im not sure.
How old are you now, Sherry?
Im twelve years old. Is there a problem?
No problems yet. Its embarrassing to ask a child to wrap herself with a towel as if Im the one whos getting conscious of it.
I just waved my hand while saying No problem in response to Sherry whos looking up at me curiously.
Master, Im sorry. You must be tired.
Ah, its okay.
Thank you.
I lather up the soap and wash Sherrys hair.
After Sharon popularized it, it has become a slave girls honor to be washed by me, their master.
Im grateful on how Sharon disciplines the slave girls though.
Im afraid that if I teach her too much it will be viewed as if Im giving her special treatment and it will be seen as favoritism.
However, Sherrys work is remarkable so she deserves some special treatment.
Fumu.
Her silver hair can be said to be rare even in this world.
Its fun to touch and polish its radiance with soap bubbles.
Her silver thread-like hair can be said to be a kind of platinum blonde.
It looks different compared to Oracle-chans pure white soft hair.
The White Tower of Trials, where we had been holed up until recently, was a gorgeous dungeon where we saw a lot of marble, jewels, gold, and silver treasures but theres no silver comparable to Sherrys hair and eyes.
It's like taking in a rare breed of cat but I think touching beautiful hair is one of the best pleasures of a fantasy world.
Master, I think you washed my hair enough.
Ah, sorry.
If I wash it too much, the cuticles will fall off.
I dont know much about beauty but I think monster soap is a natural material so it shouldnt be so bad. I poured warm water over her head.
Thank you very much. Ill wash masters back this time.
Yes, please.
Sherry was too attentive.
It feels great to have your back washed. My company has a few brain cheats and this little girls head should be heavily loaded.
Im a little worried that shes overworking herself.
Thats why I dont want her to act too mature.
Hnn, thinking about it, why arent you using a towel?
I saw Sharon-oneesama washing master this way the other day and since you washed my hair by hand, I thought this would be more polite.
Sherry seemed to be scrubbing my back while frantically lathering soap with her little hands.
I dont really care if it is because of this girls soft skin or my rough back since it doesnt matter anyway.
The feeling of someone rubbing my back directly using their hands was a little ticklish but it felt good.
It should have been unbearable to have someone scrub your side but Sherrys adjusting her strength so it just felt good.
I appreciate that but arent you slowly going in front of me.
Im already facing her so shes definitely in front of me.
I dont think thats my back.
Should I stop?
Ill wash my front myself.
Understood. It looks like Im not good enough.
Sherry said that with an innocent smile on her mouth as she looked at my chest which is covered with bubbles.
Well, if you want to, you can do so but it would be bad if you get distracted and scrub lower.
Its fine, Sherry. Let me wash your back.
Yes, wash me all over please.
What was this girl saying?
She immediately apologized after seeing my reaction.
Im sorry. When I was still a little girl, my father used to wash me like this.
Is that so.no, its nothing bad. Ill wash you as you want.
I panicked a little when I saw Sherrys bluish silver eyes clouded.
I lathered up and washed Sherrys body.
I thought it would be visually disturbing for Sherry to be washed by her father but then, thinking about it, she probably meant when she was an infant.