Chapter 20: Bath

"Theodore, aren't you going to take off my clothes?"

What are you saying? Pull down your pants. Am I supposed to do this? I just want to leave this room right now, but unfortunately, I'll do it for the money.

I directed my steps towards the Young Master and he stopped when he was two steps away. It was easy when I dressed him in the morning, but now, after the atmosphere just now, I started to feel a little strange. When I sat down slowly, my hands went to his belt. After undoing the belt, the next thing was to unbutton it. After doing that, I started to pull down his pants.

After I got rid of the pants, the young master started to walk towards the bathroom in his underwear. I followed him into the bathroom.

... ... ... 

When I entered the bathroom, Young Master had wrapped a towel around his waist and removed his underwear. When he stepped into the tub, he closed his eyes and leaned back, relaxed by the warm water.

I gently took off my gloves and put them in my pocket. I felt nothing when I touched him this morning. I wonder what you feel now. Shame? Shamelessness? Perversion? Pleasure? Vanity? Or something darker?

Normally I don't enjoy touching anyone, because unexpected emotions can flood my mind. But why do I want to know now, especially what the Young Master is feeling? I shouldn't care. I still want to know what he felt when he was putting me to the test all morning.

I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt as I slowly approached the tub, taking my place on the stool on the edge as I approached the tub. 

As I slowly approached the tub, I rolled up my shirt sleeves, took the stool on the side and sat down beside it. When I picked up the fiber I had prepared, I realized that I hadn't put a container to soak it in. I looked around, but when I couldn't find anything suitable, I turned my eyes back to the Young Master. His eyes were closed; I gently soaked the fiber in the tub without him noticing.

After lathering it well with soap, I lifted the washcloth and gently held his arm as he leaned against the edge of the tub. I waited anxiously for feelings to flood my mind, but... again, nothing happened.

Not a single emotion from the Young Master, really? Can he be completely indifferent with a man by his side? Doesn't he feel anything? Not even a single crumb was falling into my mind.

Or... was the Young Master really an emotionless person? I can't believe he was really emotionless.

"Theodore, when are you going to start washing me?"

I was awakened by the Young Master's voice. As my thoughts drifted away, I began to wash his arm, gently squeezing the fiber in my hand. They called me a 'doll', but the doll here was not me, but the Young Master himself. The most important thing that made a person human was his emotions. But he was as numb as a stone.

Or am I exaggerating?

When I think about it, we're both young men. He had no reason to be ashamed of me. But it still surprised me that in a situation like this he was completely numb. It felt strange that there was no ulterior motive or unnecessary overreaction.

"Are you in pain?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

He slowly opened his green eyes and looked at me for a moment, then continued speaking.

"Doesn't it hurt because of your allergies?"

Ah! That's right, my allergy lie. I had forgotten about it. What should I do? Pretend it hurts? But that would be too phony.

"It doesn't hurt, sir. It's fine for now."

"Okay, then."

He closed his eyes again and settled himself in the tub with a look of relief. But strangely, I couldn't get any real sense of peace from him.

I felt as if I was playing house with the Young Master while I was bathing him, and his lack of reaction, the fact that he was as still as a doll, only reinforced this feeling. It was a strange feeling to be so close to him and to have the opportunity to examine him with his eyes closed. His eyelashes, eyebrows and even the fine hairs that appeared on his face, even though he had just shaved, were silver.

When I looked closely at her face, I realized that her skin, which at first glance seemed smooth, was actually not flawless. Her nose was neither too straight nor too crooked, it was just the right shape. But the most striking thing was her pink lips. They shone like a flower on her snow-white skin. After examining the Young Master so closely, I could tell that he was more beautiful than handsome, even more beautiful than a woman.

After washing his two arms, I moved on to his upper torso. His nipples were pink, as were his lips. But the moment I touched her body, I felt how hard and strong she was. She had a body like a rock. The marks of years of training were evident in every muscle. His defined abs, strong thighs and calves were sculpted with great care.

After washing the young master's legs, I handed him his towel and we left the bathroom. When we got to the closet, I handed the young master a pair of underwear and turned around. I gave him his pajamas from a distance. I helped him button his shirt. The last thing left to do was to comb the young master's hair.

The young master sat in front of his dresser and I took my place behind him. When I took his comb and started combing his hair, his soft hair was easily combed. Her hair was as soft as silk. Although it was thin, it was quite dense and full.

"Theodore, that's enough for today."

When we locked eyes in the mirror opposite me, I saw a faint gleam of satisfaction in his green eyes. But I couldn't feel a single emotion from his skin that I touched. It was the first time I had ever met a person so carefree, so calm.

There was no one I could ask about this strange situation. Asking the Young Master was out of the question. He would have accused me of madness and fired me. I had even risked being punched to get this job today; now I couldn't lose it by saying I couldn't feel someone's feelings. Besides, his calmness was working in my favor. If we had to be this close all the time, it was better for me not to feel anything.

"Yes, sir."

I bowed slightly to pay my respects and left the room quietly. Today was a really tiring day. I wanted to go to my room and sleep right away.

A rumbling sound?

My stomach, I apologize for making you hungry today. After sleeping, I have to eat first.