The Bathroom Scene

"Ah! What a nap."

After her quality nap, she was beckoned to the bathroom. Her fingers clutched the hem of the shirt and pulled it off and discarded the dirty piece of cloth on the floor. She then unzipped the borrowed jean - which was bought by Elijah during her comatose state. Pulled down the jeans before she kicked them away.

"This is life. What a bathroom."

Her eyes gazed around the massive majestic bathroom. The room was big, bigger than the Keira room she occupied last night. Above was the warm color of small lamps all over the ceiling.

Different from the stone decoration, the bathroom surprisingly had its own authenticity. The old owner probably loved the aesthetic because it was built with durable wood.

At her right corner was a shower room, next to it was a wooden-style sink. Opposite to it was a seating toilet bowl - again with the irony because someone like her loved squatting.

And in the middle of two stalls were a small jacuzzi and a Japanese-style bathtub. The bathtub was looking more like a small poll instead of the actual bathtub, which amazed her a lot.

It was beyond her imagination to see the expensive design. Before this, she'd never understood why some of the rich invested in their bathroom.

"Now I understand. It was worth the struggle." She admired it.

By herself, she walked inside the bathtub or pool, shutting her eyes in pleasure as she felt the burning sensation wrapped around her skinny knee. Gritting her teeth albeit, in excitement, she felt the warm water with her hand as her foot took one step ahead.

"Please relax- gasp." Elijah wheezed and stumbled.

The sound of the body colliding with the floor was prominent in the air, conscious Shadow who was still in a daze.

"Elijah?" Her eyelids fluttered and she turned around.

The refined head maid sprawled on the floor with hot red skin had stopped breathing. Both of her eyes were closed with her hands although the eyes peeked in between the fingers.

Her nostril inflated and deflated like a pervert, breathing in and out the strong pheromones emitted by her body.

"Fucking curse." Shadow sat down at lightning speed, the realization soon hit her head. "Oi!" Her cold voice called Elijah, her dead eyes jabbed into Elijah's consciousness.

Elijah jolted, scrambled from the ground, the sweet inviting pheromone clouded her brain and made her jumbled. To make it worse, her instinct and salivary glands responded to it against her will.

'What is this plothole, Wan? You're supposed to be the almighty The Unknown. My normal strength wasn't supposed to be applicable in this novel. My body should experience some restrictions. I should be able to expose my body freely. But what is this even? Am I incapable of being freed from this monstrosity?'

"Eyes looking here," Shadow pointed at her eyes, a cold voice smeared her back.

Elijah's eyes traveled to her visible body instead. Her wet beautiful shoulder called her to it. She felt like in a desert, scorching sun on top of her head, hot sand under her feet.

Right in front of her was a pond mirage. A dream place, a trap to quench her thirst.

"Hey!" Shadow snapped her fingers, calling her, colder than before.

Elijah's eyes were quickly planted on hers.

"This is annoying," Shadow pushed her bang to the back.

Elijah appeared to be struggling to focus solely on her face. From the distance, she saw her eyes quiver and threatened to look at something else.

The dignified head maid was now in her inner war, her fingers were itched to touch the refined body.

As for how small she was, underneath the shirt, it was full of surprise. Her toned arms, a perfect round of boobs, veins popping, slender body with solid muscles around - that salivated her the most - and… the scars.

Shadow's eyes shook, surprised. "Come here," Shadow looked calm yet inside her was full of conflict. But decided to let her be near her.

Like a docile dog, she ambled toward the body. Taking a deep breath, fingers curled tightly around the maid dress.

"Inside the pool with me," it wasn't a request.

Elijah stopped her legs. The strong pheromone from Shadow abused her nostril as she was near her. Her brain was fighting with her instinct, to stay sane instead of succumbing to her desire. This was serious, her job was on the line.

"Should I repeat?" The unmoving body resonated dryly inside the massive bathroom.

Elijah jolted, bowed her body, respecting her like the lord. It wasn't intentional and so unprofessional but she was helpless in her presence.

This mysterious newly appointed master of the house had shaken her foundation and humiliated her as the professional maid.

She climbed the rank by dedicating her whole body to the job. Not even once, she fell into any temptation nor her desire.

But the new master of her crumbled down her resort as soon as she exposed her body.

In shaky legs, she strengthened her resolve and continued. She took a detour just to enter the pool-like bathtub. Rinsing her legs with cold water she turned around and she caught her breath hitched inside her throat.

"Cough!" Elijah wheezed for the second.

Her face flushed to the max because when she turned around, Shadow's back view entered her vision, and shit… her back was one of the most perfect views she'd ever witnessed. Tone muscles and eagle-like scar.

"What are you waiting for?" The new lord asked without looking.

Elijah's eyes wandered for a second as her confident feet brought her to the sculpture-like body. Was not in her right mind, she raised her hand.

One-step, two-step, three-step, four-step, five-step, six-step… It took her six steps to crouch down and touch the rough skin.

"Hu- uh…" She moaned when the warm skin contacted her cold fingertips. Her mouth produced excessive saliva, her eyes were basically eating out the body. "... beautiful…"

The scar looked painful yet alluring, inviting her to touch it, to feel it, to kiss it... She gulped down her dirty thoughts.

On the new lord's back was an enormous scar of a flying angry eagle. The scar was so detailed it felt like it was printed instead of carved in.

Below it, the 'F' letter caught her attention. Her finger slid down and traced around it.

"Must be painful." She said dreamily, the overwhelmed feeling took over her body, and became an admirer instead of the honorable maid.

Shadow scoffed, letting her do whatever she wanted.

"Are you done yet?" Asked her, leaning on her hand at the side.

Elijah was tongue-tied.

Yet, Shadow was met with a silent and soft-touch at her back. "Huh…" she sighed.

Extending her free hand to the back, she grabbed the arm of the lost soul and pulled back to the front.

"Kya!" Elijah plopped on her thighs, water splashed everywhere. The fabric of the maid's attire touched Shadow's bare skin. Her arms wrapped around Shadow's neck. "Mas… master…" Her face reddened brighter than before.

A small smile stretched on her lips. "Cutie." She flicked her fingers softly on Elijah's forehead.

"Mas… master…" Elijah struggled on her, but Shadow's was faster. Both of her hands wrapped around Elijah's slim waist, maintaining their position as it is.

"Where are you going, my kitten?" Her sudden rough voice froze the maid, her face was reddening even harder than before.

"Mas…" she lost in Shadow's beautiful eyes. It was so inviting, luring her in. Unconsciously, she raised her hand, the fingers roamed around the eyes. "Beautiful," she swallowed her saliva.

Her eyes gotta be one of the most beautiful shades of all time. Her right eye was dark red while the other one was light orange.

It was contrasty, yet perfectly fine as it is. She leaned forward, her hot lips came closer before they landed precisely on her right eyelid. Succumbed into temptation.

Shadow sighed again, tightening her hands.

Then, Elijah pulled away, her dazed eyes traveled down to her perfect neck, her shoulder, and to her scar. "What happened?" She asked, her fingers traced on the scar.

"Lion claw. An alpha."

Truth to her words, when Elijah trailed down and scooted her butt a little on her thigh, the huge straight line allegedly a claw trailed diagonally from the left shoulder to her right thigh.

"Must be painful." But another scar on top of one of the lines of the claw looked hideous and old yet attractive.

Shadow scoffed, "the most painful scar amongst many." Told her sincerely.

"Oh no," Elijah visibly frowned, blinking hazily to the scar, her fingers stayed longer there. "How have you survived all of this? And you're working out."

Shadow looked genuinely shook, all widened eyes and stuff. Her lips curved up even higher. She tugged Elijah's wet hair behind her ear, the eyes warmly stared at Elijah's hazy eyes.

This was her first time listening to the sincere concern. Even in real life, whoever saw her naked body, her scars, not even once they took interest in it.

Everyone was busy slaking their own pleasure.

Hot kisses, hot touches, heat bodies, yet not even once, 'How is your body?', 'Your scar looks painful, are you okay?' or better yet, 'Tell me when you are in pain.'

"You seem decent," confessed Shadow, smiling sheepishly.

"I am?" Elijah's eyes shook, quite surprised.

The lake of her eyes mesmerized Shadow.

It was perfect.

The hazel eyes looked at her full of wonder in lieu of a beast in heat.

"Yes," she nodded. "Not even once I lied to you today."

"But are you a liar?" She said playfully.

"I lie occasionally daily. Was not a stranger."

A soft giggled resonated in Shadow's heart. Melodic laughter melted her iron wall albeit not fully.

"What makes you be so on guard, My lord?" Elijah asked mellowly.

Tried from admiring Shadow's scar, she bent her body and plopped her head on her bare shoulder. Her nostril then flaring, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her neck.

"Because life is unfair," Shadow rubbed her rear head. "Life is never kind to me. Not even once." It sounded personal to the ears.

'And it is personal.'