After their bath together, Asmodeus carried the slightly damp Ciela like a princess. Her body leaned against him, her eyes closed, with both arms wrapped around his neck—like a lazy cat. She dangled from his muscular forearms, feeling a sense of comfort she had never experienced before.
'Ah, it feels so nice to be carried like this... he was so gentle in the bath I almost died.'
'This girl is so light. I should make sure she eats a bit more in the future. Yet look at her pretty face, how beautiful her dark skin shines in the moonlight...'
"Ciela, are you cold?"
"No~ I feel so warm from your chest, and your scent is covering my body, hehe."
With slow steps, he carried her across the soft carpet, feeling her buttocks press against his body with each stop while her lovely brown marshmallows jiggled softly like a firm pudding.
