Chapter 114: 114 | The Last Hurdle[1]

"Dante." Natasha called out from behind the shower glass, her toes curling from the thrill and her heart racing. "Can you bring me my towel? I left it by the door."

At this point, she had thrown logic out of the window and was solely focused on the mission.

'An ad lib?' Dante raised his eyebrows after hearing her voice. He looked down at his pants where a tent was already half-formed despite his best efforts to control himself. 'I honestly don't know how I'm going to last until tonight with all this teasing.'

But this was the last hurdle. After today, he could just go to Natasha whenever he had a "problem."

"...Sure." He got up while trying to immerse himself in the role of a student being seduced by his master.

Natasha heard his footsteps getting closer and her pulse spiked. Her nipples had started to stiffen from the tension of the situation, the cool air mixing with the heat still lingering on her skin.

'Here goes nothing.' She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with it, before opening the glass door slightly with one hand while covering her breasts with the other. "Hand it here."

Dante froze for a second before holding the towel out without saying a word.

Through the gap, he could see her bare arm, her shoulder glistening with water, and the curve of her neck where her wet hair clung to her skin. Her hand was pressed flat against her chest but it wasn't doing much. The soft flesh squeezed out between her fingers no matter how hard she pressed.

She looked up at him through the gap. Wet hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, amber eyes hazy from the steam, and her lips parted just enough to let out a slow, warm breath.

'Her hand isn't even close to covering those things.' Dante's brain stalled for a moment. He already knew how big they were from the feed but seeing them spill past her fingers in person was a completely different experience.

"Thank you." Natasha reached for the towel with her free hand. When their fingers brushed, neither of them moved for a second.

She pulled the towel through the gap and the door slid shut.

Dante turned around and walked back to the bed. He sat down, stared at the wall, and let out a long breath through his nose.

A minute later, the bathroom door opened.

Natasha stepped out in nothing but a towel. It was wrapped tight around her body and her boobs were practically spilling over the top, and the outline of her nipples was poking through the thin material.

The towel ended just below her ass, leaving her thick thighs and long legs completely on display, still wet from the bath. Her damp hair hung over one shoulder and drops of water ran down her neck, tracing a line straight down into her cleavage.

She spoke casually like she wasn't half naked. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom."

"It's nothing, Master—" Dante looked up and the words died in his mouth. "WHAT?"

"Ma... Master?" He stood up from the bed, looking like a man who had several urgent questions and no idea which one to ask first. "What are you—"

Natasha sensed the danger immediately. She

grabbed him and shoved his face right between her tits. They were soft, heavy, and still warm from the bath. The thin towel was the only thing separating his face from bare skin and he could feel everything.

"Thanks again. I'll go make your favourite breakfast." She blurted it out in one breath and let go before he could do anything.

She was out the door a second later.

Dante stood there with a dumb look on his face. Her scent was all over him and the feeling of her tits smothering his face was still fresh.

'Did this woman just stuff my face in her boobs to shut me up?' He dropped back onto the bed.

***

An hour later, both of them had breakfast. Dante kept his eyes on his plate the entire time, acting shy and awkward, while Natasha pretended nothing happened. But her eyes curved with satisfaction every time she caught him avoiding her gaze.

Then the teaching session went as usual. Natasha wore a white shirt tucked into a short black skirt with a long cardigan over it. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Dante had honestly expected something more revealing after the towel stunt but he wasn't complaining. His self-control had already taken enough damage for one morning. Besides, he had already assigned her a task to stop him from leaving after the lesson so the real show was still coming.

He sat through the lesson with a straight face while she taught him about elemental techniques. The topic was actually something he needed so he paid close attention.

But the image of her in that towel kept flashing through his mind at the worst times.

The moment the session ended, Dante stood up from his seat. "Master, I'm going to go spar with Felix and Freya."

"Not so fast." Natasha grabbed his wrist before he could take a step. "I need your help with something."

"...Help with what, Master?" Dante turned back and put on a confused expression.

"I sent the Phantom Force to search the Eden's Gate archives for scythe techniques but it will take some time." Natasha walked toward the shelves. "I want to check my personal collection first. There might be something useful."

"I can just wait, Master—"

"Haha." Natasha stopped walking. She slowly turned around with a dark expression. "What was that? Can you say it again?"

The look in her eyes made it very clear that "no" was not an option.

"...Nothing, Master." Dante put on a helpless face.

The hidden study room was massive, lined floor to ceiling with shelves packed with old books, scrolls, and manuals collected over centuries.

"The weapon technique section is on the upper shelves." Natasha pointed at the tall bookcase against the far wall. "I'll need the ladder."

She pulled out a wooden step ladder and positioned it against the shelf. Then she took off her cardigan and tossed it over the back of a chair, a small amused smile on her lips at an angle Dante couldn't see.

"Hold the ladder for me."

"Ah, okay." Dante walked over and gripped both sides of the ladder without thinking much of it.

Natasha started climbing. One step. Two steps. Three.

Her short skirt started riding up with each step. By the fourth, it had crept up past the back of her thighs and Dante's eyes went straight to what was underneath.

Purple lace. A thin pair of lace panties hugging her round ass tightly, the material so sheer he could see the skin underneath. The straps sat high on her hips and the lace disappeared between her cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

'Goddamn.' Dante stared openly from below, not even pretending to look away. 'Here I was wondering whether the bloodline I chose for her would be a good fit. Seems like I don't need to worry about that at all.'

A devious smile crept across his face as he licked his lips.