Chapter 115: Are You Not Actually Shameless?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My alarm rang loudly as it vibrated against the bedside table, breaking the quietness of the room.

I groaned softly and tried to turn toward it. My eyes were still heavy with sleep, and I rubbed them with the back of my hand, struggling to wake up.

Before I could reach for the alarm, Sylvia tightened her arms around my waist.

She shifted closer to me, pressing herself against my back as she buried her face against my shoulder.

A small smile pulled at my lips.

Even half-asleep, she still didn’t want to let me go.

I turned my head slightly and kissed her gently on the neck.

"It’s already morning, babe," I muttered against her warm skin.

"No. I want to hold you for some time," she murmured sleepily. Her voice was soft and rough from sleep.

She tightened her arms around me again, pulling me closer even though there was barely any space between us.

I laughed quietly.

"We will be late, babe, and you know Mom won’t be happy if she hears we went to school late," I said, trying to convince her.

Sylvia remained quiet for a few seconds, and then she sighed dramatically.

"Fine."

She reluctantly loosened her arms around me before sitting up.

A yawn escaped her as she ran a hand through her messy hair.

I smiled and climbed down from the bed.

The floor felt cool beneath my feet as I walked toward the bathroom. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

After a few minutes, Sylvia walked in behind me and closed the door.

I was already naked beneath the shower, my eyes closed as warm water streamed over my body.

The sound of the water hitting the floor filled the bathroom, making it difficult to hear anything else.

I didn’t realize Sylvia was standing beside me until she cleared her throat.

I almost jumped.

My eyes flew open, and I quickly turned toward her.

"Babe. Don’t scare me like that. And you should have knocked before coming in," I said, hugging myself instinctively to hide my nakedness.

Sylvia stared at me for a moment, and then she burst out laughing.

"Minnie, what are you doing?" she asked, her eyes moving over me as I desperately tried to cover myself.

She shook her head with an amused smile.

"Don’t tell me you’re hiding my possession from me. Come on, babe. I have already explored them all."

I immediately looked away.

Heat crept up my neck and spread across my cheeks.

Why did she always have to say things like that so casually?

Sylvia laughed again and shook her head before she began undressing.

A moment later, she stepped beneath the shower with me.

The warm water ran over both of us as steam slowly filled the bathroom.

She picked up a scrub, poured some body wash onto it, and turned toward me.

"Come here."

I looked at her hesitantly before I slowly moved closer.

Sylvia smiled. She gently turned me around so my back faced her before placing the scrub against my skin.

Her movements were slow and gentle.

The soft scent of the body wash filled the air as she rubbed it over my shoulders and down my back.

I swallowed hard.

Her touch was simple. She wasn’t doing anything unusual.

But somehow, my body reacted to every little thing she did.

I squeezed my fingers together and tried to ignore the strange feeling building inside me this early in the morning.

She continued scrubbing me gently, her fingers occasionally brushing against my skin.

I swallowed again.

But when I felt myself becoming too aware of her touch, I quickly pulled away.

My face and ears were already bright red, and I turned my face away from her, pretending to be interested in the shower wall.

Damn it.

What are you thinking of, Amelia?

Sylvia blinked when I suddenly moved away from her.

For a moment, she looked confused, and then a small smile appeared on her lips.

She understood immediately. She knew exactly what her touch always did to me.

"I-I can do it myself," I said quickly.

I took the scrub from her, trying hard not to meet her eyes.

Sylvia didn’t argue. She simply laughed under her breath, picked up another scrub, poured some body wash onto it, and began scrubbing herself.

Every now and then, I caught her glancing at me.

I pretended not to notice.

I scrubbed myself before stepping fully beneath the shower and rinsing my body.

The warm water washed away the soap, sliding down my skin before disappearing through the drain.

I poured shampoo onto my hair and worked it through my scalp, closing my eyes as I massaged it gently.

"Do you need help?" Sylvia asked calmly.

"No," I answered immediately.

Too immediately.

Actually, I needed her help.

But after what had just happened, I wasn’t sure I could handle another one of her gentle touches.

I continued washing my hair, then rinsed it thoroughly before applying conditioner.

After washing it out, I rinsed my entire body again.

I quickly turned around and grabbed a large black towel.

I wrapped it around my body before taking a smaller towel to dry my hair.

I could feel Sylvia’s eyes on me. I knew she was watching me, but I refused to look at her.

I walked toward the bathroom door, opened it, and stepped out.

Before closing it behind me, I glanced back for just a second, and then I shut the door.

I stood there for a moment, breathing slightly heavier than usual.

My heart was beating faster than it should have.

I pressed my lips together and let out a slow breath.

Damn it, Amelia.

Why is my body so responsive even to her casual touches?

I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away, and walked toward my dressing table.

~~~~~ Third-person POV ~~~~~

Sylvia watched as Amelia hurried toward the door.

The way she had escaped the bathroom made Sylvia laugh softly.

She watched the door close behind her and shook her head.

"My baby needs something dangerous this morning."

A playful smile appeared on her lips as she turned back toward the shower and continued taking her bath.

After some time, she rinsed her entire body and picked up a towel.

She wrapped it around herself before taking another towel to dry her hair.

She hummed a quiet tune as she walked toward the door.

The bathroom was still warm from the shower, and steam clung to the mirror.

Sylvia pulled the door open and walked out before closing it behind her.

Amelia had already finished dressing. She stood in front of the mirror, carefully straightening her hair.

"Hey, babe. You’re already done," Sylvia said as she walked toward her.

"Mmm," Amelia answered without looking at her.

She placed the straightener on the table and began putting on her makeup.

Sylvia watched her for a moment before speaking.

"Babe, I want to wear your uniform today," she said quietly.

Amelia didn’t even look surprised.

"I know you will be lazy to go get your uniform, so I had one of the servants send your uniform here."

She pointed toward the wardrobe. "Go there. You will see it."

Sylvia smiled. She walked toward the wardrobe and opened it.

Her eyes immediately landed on the neatly pressed uniform.

She turned toward Amelia with a pleased smile.

"My wife is always the best."

She quickly took the uniform out and walked back toward the room.

She placed it carefully on the bed.

Amelia stood up and walked into the wardrobe to get her sneakers.

Sylvia sat down, plugged in the hair dryer, and started drying her hair.

The warm air blew through her hair, making the strands move around her face.

When she was sure her hair was completely dry, she unplugged the hair dryer.

She plugged in the hair straightener and began straightening and coiling her hair.

She worked slowly, making sure each section looked neat.

After some minutes, she pulled the straightener away and gently combed through her hair.

Her hair fell freely over her shoulders.

She smiled at her reflection before reaching for the lotion.

She poured a small amount into her palm and rubbed it between her hands before applying it to her body.

The soft scent of the lotion lingered around her as she rubbed it into her skin until it felt smooth.

After some minutes, she stood up and walked toward the bed.

She untied her towel, and it slipped from her body and fell to the floor. ℯ

"Hey!" Amelia immediately called out and covered her eyes. "Sylvia!"

She kept her hands firmly over her face.

"Do you have your panties?"

"No. I don’t need one," Sylvia replied with a smile. She stood there completely unbothered as she looked at Amelia.

"Why?"

Sylvia tilted her head slightly.

"Oh. So it will be easy for you to fuck me if I need your fingers in me." She said it shamelessly, without even a hint of embarrassment.

Amelia froze, and she slowly removed her hands from her face.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Sylvia in complete surprise.

For a moment, she couldn’t even find the right words, and then her cheeks became bright red.

"Are you not actually shameless?"