Mandatory Episode

Steam filled the bathroom, curling along the mirror and leaving the room warm and humid. Kazuma stood under the stream of water in the shower, his light blue hair damp and clinging to his forehead. The sound of water splashing against the tiles echoed softly, mingling with the scent of fresh shampoo. He worked the lather through his hair, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation.

Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open with a sharp creak. "Dear!" Masako called out, stepping into the room without hesitation. Her golden eyes gleamed with urgency, and in her hands was a small bottle of shampoo. "You forgot this!"

Kazuma froze, his heart skipping a beat as he peeked over his shoulder at the intruder. "Masako?" he exclaimed, quickly turning his back toward the door and shielding himself behind the shower curtain. "What are you doing?!"

Masako blinked, seemingly oblivious to his embarrassment at first. "I just noticed your shampoo bottle was still on the counter," she explained matter-of-factly, holding up the bottle. But as her golden eyes scanned the room and her mind caught up with the situation, her face turned bright red. "O-oh! You're in the shower!" she stammered, her blush deepening as she quickly looked away.

Kazuma sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yes, I'm in the shower, Masako. You could've waited until I was done," he said, though his tone was more resigned than annoyed.

Masako fidgeted for a moment, biting her lip as she placed the shampoo bottle on the counter. Her golden eyes flickered toward the shower curtain, then away again. Despite her initial embarrassment, her usual playful demeanor started to creep back. "Well… since I'm already here," she murmured, her voice soft and a little mischievous, "how about I join you?"

Kazuma's head whipped around, though he kept his body turned toward the wall. "What?! Masako, you can't just—"

Before he could finish, Masako reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion. Her chocolate brown skin seemed to glow in the steam-filled room, and her dark brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders. Kazuma quickly turned his face back to the wall, his cheeks burning bright red. "Masako, seriously!"

She ignored his protests, slipping out of her black pant slips and brown pantyhose, along with the rest of her clothes. Her golden necklace caught the light as it rested against her bare collarbone. Now completely undressed, she folded her clothes neatly on the counter before stepping toward the shower. "Dear, it's not a big deal," she said, her voice sweet but teasing. "We're married, remember?"

Kazuma sighed, knowing he'd already lost the battle. "That's not the point," he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Masako pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in, her slim and curvy figure framed by the cascading water. The heat of the shower enveloped her, mixing with the soft warmth of her skin. Without hesitation, she moved closer to Kazuma and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Her large, soft breasts pressed firmly against his back, and she rested her cheek on his damp shoulder.

"Masako!" Kazuma spluttered, his blush intensifying. "What are you doing?!"

"Hugging my husband," she replied simply, her golden eyes twinkling with amusement as she looked up at him. "You looked tense, dear. I thought I'd help you relax."

"You're unbelievable," he muttered, though there was no malice in his tone. He let out a long sigh, his light blue hair sticking to his forehead as he turned slightly to glance at her. "And you're soaked now. Are you happy?"

"Very," she said with a grin, pressing herself closer to him. Her hands slid up his chest, and she began to knead his shoulders gently. "You work so hard every day, dear. Let me take care of you for once."

Kazuma hesitated, his body stiffening slightly at her touch. But as her hands worked their way across his shoulders and back, he felt himself starting to relax. "You're really not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

"Nope," she said cheerfully, reaching for the soap. "Now, stand still. I'll wash your back for you."

Kazuma sighed in defeat but allowed her to take over. Masako lathered the soap in her hands before gently massaging it into his back. Her fingers moved with care, tracing over his muscles and kneading away the tension. The warmth of her touch, combined with the soothing heat of the shower, made Kazuma feel lighter with each passing moment.

"You know," he said softly, glancing over his shoulder at her, "you're way too good at this."

"Of course I am," she replied with a playful smirk. "I'm your wife. It's my job to take care of you."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You really don't know how to quit, do you?"

"Not when it comes to you, dear," she said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his shoulder. Her golden eyes softened as she rested her chin against his back. "You're always doing so much for me. I just want to return the favor."

Kazuma turned slightly, his light blue eyes meeting her gaze. For a moment, he said nothing, letting her words sink in. Then, with a small smile, he reached out and gently took her hand. "You don't have to do anything, sweetie. Just having you here is more than enough for me."

Masako's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, and she looked away, embarrassed but smiling. "You're too sweet, dear."

"And you're too adorable," he replied, giving her hand a light squeeze.

They stayed like that for a while, the sound of the water creating a soothing backdrop to their quiet moment of affection. Eventually, Masako stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him again and resting her cheek against his back. "You're lucky I love you, dear," she murmured with a small laugh.

"I know," Kazuma replied, his voice warm with affection. "And I'm lucky to have you."

The two stayed in the shower a little longer, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other's presence. Despite the initial flustered start, the moment became another cherished memory in their life together—one that Kazuma knew he'd never forget.