Chapter 4; What? I have to become celibate??

"What is going on in here??'' Dya cried out! ''Why are you both still naked? It is time for dinner!''

I jumped up and Dya gazed upon my still naked body. She started to blush and hid her eyes with her hands, peeking through her fingers so she could figure out what was going on. I walked over to her, startling her even more!

''No, put on some clothes. This is too soon, we aren't even married yet! How do I have to explain my parents this when they get home from the expedition!!"

Dya was now in a complete panic and her silken garment was becoming translucent due to the steam of the bathhouse. She tried to hide her now visible ladyparts with her hands, rendering her unable of hiding her eyes.

She became even more flustered than before. And I gave up on reasoning with her. On the table was a pile of towels. I grabbed the largest one and wrapped it around my waist. Making myself a bit more presentable for the Princess.

I walked over to Dya and turned her toward Hysta, who was still in a state of shock. Hysta was staring into nothingness while she was resting her hands on her lap.

Unable to speak, Dya tenderly guided her naked form out of the swimming pool and sat her down on a table. She checked if she was still showing signs of awareness. But it appeared that she had become completely catatonic.

Not knowing what to do, the princess called a guard. After a few seconds a guardsman appeared and Dyamaetreia showed her regal self again.

''Guard! Bring me clothes for Hysta. She needs a medical bed and smelling salts! I will return to the dining hall; dinner has to be served. A Princess is never late. Make it swift!"

The guard nodded and glared at me for a second. I looked him in the eyes: he had ruby red eyes and a coal black beard. He did not appear to be a mean spirited man, maybe he was concerned or feeling helpless?

I did not have the time to mind the thoughts of the guard, as he ran out as fast as his armor allowed him to. A servant guided me to the changing rooms and gave me tailormade clothes.

They were extremely well made, padded green cloth with purple spiral patterns on the collar. It felt like linnen and the linings felt like cotton. It was very comfortable. Not a excessive luxury, due to the raw feeling my skin still had after the rough scrubbing Hysta had given me.

While I put on my pants, which were of the same high quality fabric, it came to me that Hysta did not gave my manhood the scrubbing.

The thought of her manhandling my private parts with a hooked brush or the sandpaper sponge made me feel rather unpleasant.. It was not a good topic for dinner. And my stomach was growling like a tiger in heat.

I left the changing room through the other exit, into the hall. I looked around and saw Dender standing by himself. He looked at me intensely.

''You had a good time in the bath, my young hero?''

I could feel the sarcasm dripping from his lips. I was not in the mood for a guy like him, and he knew it.

''I have to give it to you.. boy.. the Heroes before you cried like baby's when they had their scrubbing. I am quite impressed with you, but also a bit dissappointed. Hearing the Heroes cry is my favourite sound in the world and you robbed me of my guilty pleasure, hehe.''

He smirked at me and left the hallway smiling. Before he went around the corner, he looked at me.

''Your girlfriend is waiting for you in the dining hall. Don't make her wait, hero.''

He winked at me and I glared at him. We broke eye contact when he turned the corner. I could hear him whistle for a while before I left for the dining hall.

Dender is such an asshole. Had I not been sore all over and hungry, I would have put him in his place on the spot. But for everything there is a time and a place. And now it is time for dinner.