Call Me Master**

Some people might not like the idea of rose petals and other romantic things, but it's undeniable that they set a certain mood in a certain scene.

The soft candlelights were chosen with love and care, releasing an intoxicating aroma that paired well with the dim lights.

“Mmm… this is nice, isn’t it?” Ryan said as he sat in the bathtub. The steaming hot water was relaxing, and it soothed the sore muscles on his back.

Right in front of him was Joan, her beautiful pink hair tied into a bun on top of her head, exposing her nape toward him. This was quite different from her usual appearance, and it made Ryan see a side of her that he had never seen before.

The two of them sat together, enjoying their time.

Joan was blushing as she hugged her pale knees to her chest demurely.

It was her first time doing something like this—and so she nodded.

“Y-yes. Thank you for doing this with me, Ryan.”