A Gathering Of Bandits

Watson turned his head and saw Capella and Wendy. They were in white bathrobes, and under those bathrobes were the curves of an adolescent girl.

Wendy was still young and had yet to develop fully; she only had a youthful curve on her chest. A bath towel covered her body, and only her slender collarbones and pale arms were exposed. It was different with Capella—the bathrobe she wore was translucent, and the peaks on her chest could be seen clearly.

Watson opened his mouth; blood almost flowed from his nose.

Capella and Wendy had already reached the edge of the bath and sat down beside him as he watched them. The unique fragrance from a young girl's body was lovely. Water vapor condensed into droplets and slid down the skin of those two girls.

"Young Master, I'm here to scrub your back." Wendy held a towel in her hand and lowered her head with a blush on her face.