Slave Harem in the Labyrinth of the Other World (LN)

Yeah, that is exactly right.

Or at least that is the story that I heard in the past, back when I was still a little whelp. And since I have no idea how to make the specialized beauty products like shampoo or hair conditioners, it would probably be better to let our hair rest for a few days before washing it with soap again. Yup, this is what all the kids in Japan were taught ever since they are young, so theres no reason to stop following that logic now. Preparing to wash Roxannes entire body for her, I got a good amount of soap on both of my hands and rubbed them together to create as much fluffy foam as possible.

First I got it all over her back, and once they were taken care of I carefully moved to wash her tail, for which I also had to employ both of my hands, which I then used to ruffle the tails fur a bit before stroking it politely with my foamed-up fingers. It felt comfortably smooth, just like when you would wash a dogs tail. I never had a dog myself, but I imagined that this is how washing its tail up would feel.

After bubbling her whole body up and letting go of her tail, the time has come for me to move towards her head. I took a washcloth and used it to make even more foam than I used when I was going over the rest of her body. Then I placed it all on top of Roxannes head and began moving my hands in stirring motions, as if I wanted to combine the soapy foam and her hair together.

You okay there? Youre not feeling itchy or got the foam in your eyes?

No, I am all right. Thank you for worrying, master.

I washed not only the hair on her head, but her doggy ears as well. Even though I am touching it and playing with it every single day, cleaning it with soap was a brand-new experience with a whole new set of sensations related to it. Their front, back, their very base, I gently took care of it and scrubbed them with my fingers until there was no part of it left unwashed. As her ears were being washed, bubbles mixed with the droplets of water began to drip from their tips and hair down onto her body, but she did not see any of them, because she still had her eyes closed to prevent foam from getting into them.

Now that her entire body has been thoroughly scrubbed with bubbles, I could take a step back and enjoy the full picture of my work. I have to say, she looked like a human figure made from bubbles, which got a small chuckle out of me.

After washing her all over like that, it looks like she is wearing clothes made entirely out of foam that are similar to the ripped clothing from my times. Watching her stand before me in this white, bubbly getup is strangely alluring in its own right. Is it because parts of her body are clearly visible to me, while others remain obscured from my sight? And beneath all of that foam there is this gentle warmth of her body. I cant help but wonder if I press on it hard enough, will I be able to touch it directly? To touch her Roxanne

Ah! M-Master

I hugged her without even thinking about it. The need to do this was stronger than me, and I did not want to do anything to stop myself from doing it. I did this without thinking, but it can still be bad, so I have to come up with some kind of excuse, and quick!

Uhm, you know this way, we can wash each other up more effectively without using as much soap. In the country that I hail from, it is a traditional method of washing between men and women who are close to one another that allows them to deepen their relationship even further.

I fed her a bunch of conveniently arranged half-truths.

Members of the opposite sex really wash each other like that?

This is not entirely true, but right now I am willing to make every lie possible in order to enjoy this bubbly Roxanne for as long as I possibly can.

I see.

You see? Well thats great, because I am not ready to give up this soft, slimy sensation up just yet. I want to continue to touch her and enjoy the moist feeling of her skin rubbing against mine.

Thats right.

I declared in order to strongly affirmed the legitimacy of my words. Roxannes willingness and readiness to accept each and every one of my words as honest-to-good truths is both a little disappointing and kinda terrifying, but it cannot be helped. You know what they say, right? That it is very rude to be looking a gifted horse in the mouth? Well, my original intention was to simply have ourselves wash each other up normally, but as always, my greedy, pervy nature ended up causing me to ask for that much more. Then again, I should have guessed that it was going to end like that from the very beginning.

who are close to each other, huh?

Huh? Roxanne?

I dont know if I was starting to see things from all the heat and steam of the bath, but I could swear that Roxanne had a strange glint in her eyes just now. Could it be that my talk about how this is something that couples that are close to one another are doing awakened something inside her or caused some kinda switch to be flipped?

In that case can I wash masters body up as well?

She asked while taking off my towel and shyly wrapping her hands around my waist!

Her movements are a little bit awkward, but overall, they all feel pretty nice. She clings onto me moving ever so slowly while she is diligently trying to cover my entire body with soap. Even my most important part, so I leave it all to her and allow her to wash me however she sees fit.

Along with the bubbles that gradually cover my entire body, I can also feel her massive mountains touching my back, and from time to time, her fingers also happen to brush against my crotch, of which she takes full advantage, looking at me with moist eyes and asking provocative things like:

Am I doing it right?

Y-Yes, thank you. Being washed by you feels really good, Roxanne.

Fufu, I am glad to hear it.

Just as I did for her before, now Roxanne also washes every part pf my body: hair, neck, torso, arms, legs every last inch of my skin has been caressed by her soap-covered fingers, bringing me to the very height of satisfaction.

Look out, master. I will be washing the soap off of you now.

When she finished washing me, she drew the hot water into her palms and poured it onto my head, flushing all of the bubbles from my body and into the water. When I was finally clear of it all after a few such water showers, we just laid in the tub and enjoyed the sensation of the hot water that was wrapping itself all around us.

My skin feels so smooth and comfortable.

Roxanne says as she washes the soap off her arm and squints her eyes happily. It looks like she is satisfied with the results of the soapy bath, and if she is happy with it, then that makes me happy as well.

We would have quite a problem if it didnt feel that way. I guess that means that the soap experiment was a success after all.

After using so much of it, it somehow feel as if I have been reborn.

Im glad to hear that, but you were beautiful even without using it, so I do not think it is going to change all that much.

Oh, t-thank you very much

I wonder if that was the best thing that I could have said as a follow up to this entire situation? After all, there is no doubt in my mind that Roxanne was already stunningly beautiful ever since I have first laid my eyes upon her, but the soap made her shine even more, so should I have agreed with her? Or perhaps said something a little bit more daring? *Sigh* I guess I missed my chance, huh?But in the end, I guess things have worked themselves out pretty nicely even without that, so it is all fine.