I think I spent more than an hour in the shower that morning, submerging myself in the tub even after the water turned lukewarm, and then became cold.
I kept glancing toward the spot where I thought Natha was relieving himself earlier, and it got me all red and flustered. It was so embarrassing hearing someone jerking off to me, even more embarrassing than the fact that he helped me jerk off before.
Just the memory of seeing my discharge all over his fingers was...
God! Stop thinking about it!
In the end, Natha knocked on the door to ask about my condition, and I almost hit the side of the tub from getting startled. I managed to come out unscathed, but had to face another problem.
Namely changing in front of the Demon Lord who casually lounged at the armchair beneath the window, which had the perfect view of the bed and the closet. Granted, he was reading papers and not looking at me at all, but...
