White carried the items in the black bag into the bathroom. The square-shaped room felt so narrow compared to her cave. The walls were made of concrete and light teal tiles, reminiscent of seaweed's color. She took the items out of the bag, lining them up in front of her.
The dragon girl tilted her head in confusion. She wondered what these glass and plastic bottles and solid bars were for. And to top it all off, there wasn't a drop of water in sight, just a spherical fixture mounted on the wall, slightly above her head.
Most dragons had their own methods of cleaning themselves, which meant they rarely bathed. White was no exception, although she enjoyed the feeling of her body being drenched in water, which is why she used to go to the river once a month. She couldn't understand why humans didn't just bathe in the river instead of using a waterless room like this.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, she began to remove her clothes piece by piece until she was completely naked. She wandered around, inspecting the room like a child seeing something for the first time. She hesitated to touch anything and certainly wasn't about to ask for help.
Thud.
The sound of footsteps on the tiled floor startled her. She looked over her shoulder and found Randon, fully nude, already standing in the bathroom with her. His muscular physique caught her eye once again.
"Why did you come in here?" White asked, her voice sharp. The young man simply smiled mischievously at her, his gaze laden with implications.
"I figured that a traditionalist dragon, who has lived in the forest for over eighty years, probably wouldn't understand human technology."
"What are you talking about?"
"You don't know how to live like a human, and I told you I would teach you. That includes how to bathe like a human."
"Y-you mean... you're going to bathe me again?" White blushed, her cheeks turning crimson. Randon nodded, smiling as he slowly approached her.
"It's fine. We're just going to take a bath."
"What if I refuse?"
"You signed a contract stating that you would obey me in everything. You have no right to refuse."
"...." White fell silent for a moment before closing her eyes in slow resignation.
"Do whatever you want."
"Alright then, watch closely," Randon said with a smile. He walked over to the glass knob on the wall, reaching out to turn it slightly. Water began to flow from the showerhead above.
"Ah!" White yelped as the water splashed into her eyes, catching her off guard.
"The glass knob controls the water flow. The stronger you turn it, the more water comes out. You can also adjust it to be hot or cold by turning the dial," Randon explained, demonstrating as he spoke. Beside the knob was a dial, similar to a clock, with red and blue markers. When he turned the dial to the red zone, the water became warmer.
"Ah... it feels so good," White moaned as the comfortably warm water ran over her enticing figure, soaking her white hair. Warm droplets trickled down her body, from her face to her collarbones, chest, stomach, and further down her legs, adding an alluring touch.
"Feeling refreshed?"
"Yes... It feels so different from the river water."
"Next up is soap," Randon said, picking up a pink bar. When it mixed with water, it started to lather, releasing a fragrant scent of various flowers that filled the air. His hands began to glide over the lather-covered bar before touching White's body.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
"Cleaning you."
"You... You don't have to do it for me! You bathe, and I'll follow along myself."
"Sorry, little dragon, but this is my wish," Randon whispered in her ear before running his hands all over her perfect body. Her clean, soapy skin became even more sensitive as the foam spread, making every touch more electrifying.
She thought back to the first time Randon had touched her. Back then, it had felt light and fleeting, almost ethereal.
Randon's hands slid from her thighs up to her stomach and finally to her ample breasts. He grabbed the soft, oversized flesh playfully, using his fingers to tease her nipples until they stood erect.
"Ah! I still can't get used to it when you play with my breasts."
"That's because they're your sensitive spots, and I love them," Randon said, squeezing her breasts as he spoke.
"I really do love your breasts, White."
"Y-you idiot! If you keep playing around, how are we supposed to get clean? Hurry up and finish already!"
"If I leave, how will you finish bathing? I haven't even taught you how to shampoo your hair yet," Randon teased the dragon girl, who let out an exasperated sigh. He then knelt down, pressing her back against the wall.
"What are you doing?" White asked, her voice trembling. Randon didn't answer. He extended his tongue, bringing his face closer to her entrance, giving it a gentle lick. White's body jolted.
"W-what are you licking that for? It's dirty there."
"Nothing about my little dragon is dirty. I'll clean down here while you take care of the top. I'll tell you how to wash your hair."
"O-okay," White whimpered softly, her voice wavering as Randon continued to lick her sensitive area while also rubbing her clit like it was a toy, making it nearly impossible for her to stay on her feet.
"Pick up the bottle labeled 'shampoo.' Squeeze a small amount into your hand, rub it into your hair, and work it through until it lathers. When you have a lot of foam, rinse it off with water, then do the same with the conditioner," Randon instructed.