Zeke immediately regretted tying up Freya's hair.
Because her long, curtain-like locks, which had half-covered her buttocks, were now fully exposed.
The plump cleft of his master's ample rear.
Two firm, bouncy mounds of flesh pressed tightly together, forming a lewd valley.
Staring at that valley made him feel like an explorer gripped by the urge to venture into unknown lands.
"All tied up?"
Freya glanced back over her shoulder.
"Y-Yes, cough, yes...!"
Zeke, who had been mesmerized by the sight of Freya's buttocks, replied in a shrill voice.
"It's all tied up."
Freya bobbed her head a few times to check.
"Yeah, you did a good job."
"Thank you."
A small smile crept across Zeke's lips at her praise.
But it vanished just as quickly.
Wobble, wobble. Sway, sway.
Freya's hips were performing a seductive dance as she slowly walked toward the bath.
She didn't used to walk like that...?
A woman's wide hips naturally caused her buttocks to sway side to side with each step.
But Freya's movements right now were far too blatant.
It looked like she was deliberately swinging her hips, teasing like a woman seducing a man.
Just my imagination?
But to Zeke, who remembered every little detail of Freya's habits, it felt like she was intentionally wiggling her ass.
Maybe...
She might be testing him.
Seeing if, after that outrageous incident, he was still capable of such behavior.
Zeke had been fighting off an erection since earlier.
His lower body had instinctively filled with blood at the sight of her alluring form, leaving him half-hard.
But he was barely holding back from going fully erect.
Even if he did get fully hard, he wouldn't lose control and pounce on her like before. That time, he'd been drunk, after all.
"I'll be over in that corner."
He pointed to the window at one side of the bathhouse.
It overlooked the garden behind the main building.
He'd meditate while gazing at the garden.
But Freya's words shook him to his core.
"Want to join me, Zeke?"
Zeke's pupils trembled violently.
"W-What are you saying?!"
Unlike the flustered Zeke, Freya spoke calmly.
"We've bathed together before."
She tilted her head as if wondering why he was making a fuss now.
"That was when I was a kid!"
The last time they'd bathed together was 15 years ago.
Once puberty hit and he started growing pubic hair, they'd begun bathing separately.
Out of embarrassment.
He'd been shy about showing his naked body to Freya, and about her seeing his.
"No matter how much older you get, you're still just a child to me."
"That's true, but..."
"Or perhaps."
Freya's eyes narrowed, creating a heavy atmosphere.
"You can't join because you see me as a woman?"
Thwack!
An arrow pierced Zeke's conscience.
He kept telling himself she was family, like a master, but that didn't mean his heart could change on command.
This confirmed it.
It was a test.
His master was giving him a chance.
A chance to repent and return to their old master-disciple relationship.
She seemed to want that too.
He couldn't disappoint her hopes.
"Of course not. Understood. I'll join you."
"G-Good."
Freya cleared her throat awkwardly.
Zeke began undressing.
He unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
He felt an intense gaze.
Looking toward it, he saw Freya watching from the bath.
"Master?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you staring a bit too much?"
"It's a master's duty to check her disciple's growth. So don't mind me and keep undressing."
It wasn't wrong.
But did that growth include his physical development down there?
The question crossed his mind, but Zeke squeezed his eyes shut and took off his shirt.
"...Gulp."
The master, watching her disciple's striptease, swallowed hard.
A beastly physique.
He hadn't heard the details yet, but Zeke's body was etched with sharp muscles and covered in scars. It resembled the body of a predator surviving in the harsh wilds.
She told herself it was her duty as a master to observe his growth, but as she watched Zeke undress, Freya felt a pang of guilt.
Yet she couldn't tear her eyes away.
Freya stared at Zeke with an expressionless face.
Unaware that her own cheeks were flushed bright red.
Zeke unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.
He took off his underwear in one go.
Thus revealing to his master the full extent of his impressive growth.
"H-Huh...!"
Freya gasped and her eyes widened.
What... what is that...?
It was bigger and uglier than she'd imagined.
There was an old saying that men raise pythons between their legs, and this one fit perfectly.
So... that thing had been inside her body back then?
Freya was horrified.
She had no memory of it, but logically, it was incomprehensible that something like that python had squeezed into a hole barely big enough for a finger and stirred up her insides.
Women's bodies were made for childbirth, so it wasn't impossible.
But that was way too big.
Zeke, towel draped over his crotch, timidly entered the bath.
He sat across from Freya.
The bath was the size of a room, so they were quite a distance apart.
"..."
"..."
Unsure what to say in this situation, they stayed silent.
Zeke closed his eyes and meditated.
Freya stole glances at Zeke's reflection in the large window beside the bath.
Finally, in the long silence, Freya spoke first.
"Why are you so far away? Come over here."
She patted the water beside her invitingly.
"This spot's comfortable."
"I said come."
"Really, this is fine."
"Fine. If you won't come, I'll go to you."
"Huh?"
Freya stood up.
Water trailed down the graceful curves of her body.
Petal fragments floating in the water clung perfectly to both her nipples.
They were covered, but... that somehow made it even lewder.
Her breasts jiggled with each step, and the petals eventually fell away, revealing her pink nipples.
He quickly looked away, but the glimpse was enough to turn Zeke's barely controlled erection rock-hard.
Luckily, with the bath salts and petals in the water, Freya couldn't see it.
As he turned his head from her approaching form, a soft, plush warmth suddenly pressed fully into his lap.
"M-M-Master?!"
Freya settled onto Zeke's knees.
She pushed her hips back deep, nestling her plump cleft right against his groin.
In the process, Zeke's cock slipped into the valley of her ass.
"You used to sit on me like this when you were little."
Freya reminisced, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
She breathed out hot puffs through her nose.
But overwhelmed by the intense sensation of her flesh enveloping his cock, Zeke noticed none of it.
"Now you've grown bigger than me, so our positions are reversed."
She spoke calmly, but Freya's mind was utter chaos.
I'm insane! Insane! Insane!
Kyahhh, what the hell am I doing right now?
She'd started this, but even she didn't know why she was going this far.
It was pure impulse.
She hadn't liked how firmly Zeke had denied seeing her as a woman.
She'd hoped for at least some hesitation, even if he wouldn't admit it.
...Was it really just drunken nonsense that day?
That dissatisfaction made her bold.
See me as a woman!
She pressed her body against him in protest.
Of course, trapping her disciple's cock between her cheeks hadn't been intentional—it was an accident.
This feels... weird...!
All of Freya's nerves focused on her ass.
She could vividly feel the length and girth clamped firmly between her cheeks.
And the heat.
It was hot.
Hotter than the bathwater.
It even twitched occasionally, which was creepy.
"Y-Yeah..."
Zeke barely clung to his sanity.
This is a test.
This is a trial.
I have to endure. Endure.
He tried to calm his raging erection somehow, but every time Freya shifted, it rubbed against her cleft, refusing to settle.
"Why... are you so tense?"
Unaware of her own tension, Freya leaned against him, feigning the composure of a mature woman.
"You don't see your master as a woman, right?"
Freya wriggled to find a comfortable position.
In the process, her ass rubbed against Zeke's crotch.
"Of course not. You're my master and nothing else."
To prove he harbored no impure thoughts, Zeke wrapped his arms around Freya's waist, pulling her body flush against his.
"Eek...!"
His thick arms suddenly embracing her sensitive midriff made Freya jolt and shiver.
"Master?"
"N-Nothing."
She replied primly and closed her eyes.
In the awkward, embarrassing situation, the master bathed with her disciple's cock wedged between her cheeks. Well, she couldn't exactly enjoy it.