Charles stood in Nora's room, his heart pounding harder with each passing second.

The cool breeze from the open window eased the heat in his face, but not nearly enough.

Nora, standing before him, trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glinting with a mix of embarrassment and something Charles couldn't quite decipher.

His hands, still shaking, were on her underwear, and with a slow, almost agonizing motion, he began pulling it down.

The black fabric slid down her thighs, gradually revealing her vagina.

Charles's breath caught for a moment.

He hadn't expected Nora to go along with his comment, which had been more of a joke than a serious intent.

But now, with her allowing it, a persistent part of him couldn't back down.

Despite a small voice in his head urging him to stay calm, to not let his instincts take over, Nora's earlier provocation was winning out.

His rational side faded, replaced by a primal urge pushing him to act.

It was obvious what he had to do.

She'd brought him to her room to reward him, after all.

So, with a deliberately slow motion, he continued pulling down Nora's panties, taking in every detail.

Her vagina was slightly wet, and as the fabric slid further, Charles noticed thin, sticky strands of fluid stretching between the cloth and her skin.

The sight heightened his arousal, and his penis became fully erect.

He looked up at Nora's face, searching for a sign.

She was silent, her expression a mix of embarrassment and an effort to stay composed.

Her breathing was quick, uneven, as if she were trying to control it but failing.

Her cheeks were red, and her eyes avoided his, though they occasionally darted to meet his gaze.

The tension between them was almost tangible.

'How did we get here?' Charles thought, a mix of confusion and excitement swirling in his mind.

Trying to reason through the how or why felt pointless.

A large part of his mind screamed that it didn't matter, that he should just enjoy the moment.

Without thinking too much, he leaned forward, bringing his face closer to the area he'd just uncovered.

The scent was strong but not unpleasant, a mix of her skin and the fluids he'd noticed.

Before Nora could react, Charles gave a tentative lick, tasting the wet surface.

The flavor was salty but not bad, and the sensation of his tongue against her made Nora jump.

"Wait…!" she exclaimed, her tone blending surprise and nervousness.

Her body jolted, and instinctively, she placed a hand on Charles's shoulder.

"Hold on… just a second."

Charles stopped immediately, lifting his head to look at her.

The salty taste lingered on his tongue, and though his body screamed to continue, he respected her request.

"Sorry," he said, trying to sound calm. "I didn't mean to… you okay?"

Nora, still trembling, finished removing her panties, letting them fall to the floor.

Her face was red, and her breathing remained uneven.

"Yeah," she said nervously. "It's just… I wasn't expecting that. But… I'm gonna help you wash, okay? Let's go to the bathroom."

Charles nodded, though a part of him wanted to press on.

Before he could say anything, Nora grabbed a wooden bucket near the bathtub and, without warning, splashed a stream of cold water on him.

"Agh!" Charles yelped, shuddering from the shock.

The cold water soaked his naked body, slightly reducing his erection.

"Hey, warn me first!"

Nora laughed, though her laugh was still tinged with nervousness.

"Sorry!" she said, grabbing another bucket. "But you need to get clean!"

Before Charles could protest, she splashed him again, then again, and again.

Water splattered everywhere, but to Charles's surprise, the floor didn't pool.

The small holes in the bathroom's wooden floor drained the water quickly, which impressed him.

"Wow," he said, looking at the floor. "So that's what those holes are for."

Nora, done splashing him, turned her back to grab a bar of soap from a nearby shelf.

Charles couldn't help but notice her backside, now fully exposed.

It was firm, rounded, with smooth skin that glistened slightly from the room's humidity.

The curve of her hips and the faint definition of her muscles from training left him momentarily entranced.

His arousal, which had waned with the cold water, began to stir again, his penis hardening once more.

Nora turned back, holding the soap, and their eyes met.

For a second, her gaze dropped to his groin, and her cheeks flushed deeper.

Charles could tell she was wrestling with herself, as if a part of her wanted to touch him, to explore the part of him she'd heard so much about in her friends' stories.

The conversations she'd had with other clan girls—filled with details about the pleasure of touching, licking, or even biting certain parts of a man—echoed in her mind.

They'd always seemed exaggerated, almost ridiculous, but now, seeing him in front of her, she felt a curiosity that made her tremble.

"Turn around," Nora said, her tone trying to sound authoritative but coming out shakier than intended. "I'm gonna wash your back now…"

Charles obeyed, turning his back, though not before noticing how Nora's eyes kept flicking to his groin.

She started soaping his back, but her movements were clumsy, almost rough.

At one point, her nails scratched his skin slightly, and Charles winced.

"Hey, easy!" he said, glancing back at her. "You're gonna peel my skin off."

Nora, still nervous, huffed.

"That's what I'm trying not to do!" she said, her tone more frustrated with herself than with him. "Just… stay still, okay?"

Charles sighed, trying to relax as she continued soaping.

Her hands moved from his back to his neck, then his armpits, and finally his abdomen.

Each touch heightened the tension between them.

When she reached his abdomen, Nora hesitated, her hands trembling slightly.

She was very close to his groin, and Charles could sense her nervousness.

"Um…" Nora said, her tone betraying her discomfort. "That… area's sensitive, right? I mean, I've heard things, but…"

Charles raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. He tried to keep his tone light, though his heart was still racing.

"Well, yeah," he said, chuckling a bit. "It's sensitive, but you don't have to wash it if you don't want. You said you'd only do my back, right?"

Nora shook her head quickly, her cheeks blazing.

"No, it's fine," she said, sounding more determined than she likely felt. "I want to. I want to… repay you for saving my life today."

Charles frowned, confused.

"Saving your life?" he said. "Nora, we went to that cave because of me. You don't owe me anything."

She stared at him intently, catching him off guard with her intensity.

"But I followed you," she said firmly. "I chose to go with you, and now I'm here. So… I'm going all the way with this."

Charles blinked, his arousal surging at her words.

The phrase "all the way" echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he interpreted it as her wanting more than just washing him.

His head filled with images that made him swallow hard, his body reacting instinctively.

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