Anime Bathrobe Novels & Stories

Could I bear the thought of being the one who let them down? Lost in my internal debate, I barely noticed as the palace maids dressed me. They had chosen an elegant robe for me, one that was fit for a royal occasion. It was made of the finest silk, a shimmering azure that seemed to capture the essence of the deep ocean. Intricate embroidery adorned the edges, forming delicate patterns of sea creatures and exotic flora. The robe flowed gracefully, its hem brushing the marble floor of the closet.

I entered inside the bathroom and did my morning routine, washed my hair and then took a warm shower. I towel dried myself and then I realized something. I don't have clothes here and I didn't even borrowed them from Amelia and his hoodie is already in the basket of dirty clothes. Rooh why are you stupid?!!!! When I didn't found anything to wear I found a bathrobe in the cabinet and, today I didn't even wore my undergarments inside because can't repeat them again and again. The bathrobe was reaching till my ankles which I'm thankful for and I wrapped my hairs in the towel.

Laughter gets stuck in my throat, watching him dance in the doorframe, but ultimately I can't stop myself from laughing at him. My bathrobe looks ridiculous on him! He reminds me of a child stubbornly trying to wear their favorite clothes after hitting a growth spurt. The sleeves are hugging his biceps in the most suggestive way possible, and the length of the bathrobe makes it look like he is wearing a skirt. It barely even hides his neither regions! "You look ridiculous!" I tell him between laughs. "Please take it off before you tear it to shreds," "But it's comfortable!" Ariel whines. "And the fabric is very soft,"

Maybe getting naked in front of a blind man is less embarrassing than being alone with strangers. We started with an onsen bath and my guest was feeling shy still wrapped up in his robe. “Steffan, this is an onsen. You cannot soak with your robe. I promise I won’t look,” I reassured him. But of course, I can’t help but look. Not when the robe slowly slid off his strong, muscular back. Every fibre of his back muscles tightens then relaxes as he slowly took off the robe.

I might take the robe, perhaps borrow it until I have time to send it back. Before I could move, I saw him dive underwater. The moment he disappeared under the surface, I turned straight to the rock. I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed the robe, discarded my shabby rags, and threw the robe across my naked body. As soon as it fell into my hands, I ran my fingers over it. It felt insanely soft. The crimson robe was as smooth as silk and as airy as cotton, and had little embroidered seams stitched over it. The cloth was slightly gleaming. What a nice robe, and it fitted me well. It was as though a gift from heaven.

The robe would have been perfect—understated yet exquisite, exactly the sort of thing Alexander would appreciate. "Surely you could make an exception for the Beta's daughter?" Mother pressed. "I sincerely apologize," the manager replied firmly. "The client specifically requested it be held until collection." After trying several more options, I settled on a dazzling white ceremonial robe with protective runes. It wasn't subtle, but it would certainly draw attention. "White is traditionally worn by newly marked mates," the manager cautioned gently. "Perfect," I smiled, examining my reflection. "Let them think what they will."

His words had made her enter and close the door behind. How would she give a young man a bath? She has only ever bathed the elderly and young children. "Pull off your shoes and socks and come closer." Again, he spoke. All she could see of him was his back when she looked at him. He anticipated that she would remove his robe from his body. After taking off her shoes and socks, Rory Anne realized that the young master dislikes people who are slow. As she drew nearer to him, she gently removed the robe from his body. She choked back her spit when she caught a glimpse of his bare back. His back was far too spotless.

Farrah’s eyes flicked briefly to my calf, which was still wrapped in the bloody towel from the tavern, and I could see the concern etched plainly on her face. Even so, she helped me into the tub after I bashfully removed the last of my clothes. I hissed at the scalding temperature of the water but couldn’t deny that it felt good against my taut muscles. Lying back, I closed my eyes as she scrubbed my skin clean and then lathered my hair with shampoo. It was a luxurious experience that ended with a vigorous pat down with a huge, fluffy towel. When I was sufficiently dry, she pulled a long silk robe embroidered with white and red roses out of her basket. It was gorgeous and slid over my skin l

He smirks. “Something like that.” I duck behind the screen and pull on the bathing suit. It’s a one-piece, but it’s so scandalous that it might as well be two. The fabric is woven in tight knots that form patterns over my skin. Some places are webbed with lace and sheer gauze, others are open to my skin. One strap is intentionally off the shoulder, and the colors are the same deep blue and teal that seem to be the theme. I put the robe on over the bathing suit, and I have to admit, it really works. I look like some sort of wanton mermaid or siren, ready to call to sailors and wreck their ships. With my make-up and hair, I look like someone who would do it with delight.

Eagerly, I untie the bow and shake the box open. I’m absolutely stunned by what I see. Slowly, I unpack the box, marveling at the incredible softness of the little silk pajama shorts and matching camisole, each embroidered with the most delicate lily details along their edges. Then, I gasp when beneath it I find the most luxurious robe I’ve ever seen – cut short, but trimmed at the neck and the cuffs with soft white fur.