"Let me take your measurements first..."
Loren pulled out a soft measuring tape, shaking those strange thoughts from his mind, and focused on getting the measurements.
Veronica obediently spread her arms, letting Loren wrap the tape around her chest. Inevitably, it brushed against her a few times during the process.
"Mmm... it feels a bit weird..."
"..."
Loren stayed silent. He could indeed feel that the peaks of Veronica's mounds had stiffened a bit more.
She was a bit too sensitive...
Eventually, Loren decided to speed things up. He finished the measurements as quickly as possible, then tossed aside the tape.
"Finally done..."
"It was just taking measurements. No need to act like that..."
Veronica didn't say anything. Instead, she grabbed Loren's hand and pulled him toward the bathtub.
"Take a bath with me... Master..."
"Wait..."
With Veronica acting like this, Loren felt quite awkward.
"Hurry up! Soaking in the bath feels amazing..."
As she spoke, Veronica started trying to pull off Loren's clothes. He quickly grabbed her hand but eventually gave in:
"I'll do it myself..."
"Okay!"
Once Loren agreed, Veronica cheerfully returned to the bathtub, keeping her eyes fixed on him.
Being stared at like that made even Loren's movements a bit hesitant.
"See! Right there! It swelled up from the blood flow! Just like a leech.
"That's why I thought it was a parasite back then..."
"Please, just stop talking..."
Loren covered his face in embarrassment and dunked half his head into the bathwater.
In a way, what Veronica blurted out was even more absurd than what Mirrorheart would say.
Just as Loren was wallowing in awkwardness, Veronica suddenly grabbed Little Bull.
"Whoa! What are you doing?"
"Since we have the chance, I want to see what this thing really is."
Veronica's big eyes stared at Loren with innocent curiosity, making him wonder if she'd been contaminated by Mirrorheart.
"Then I'll really have to discipline you..."
With his weak point captured, Loren held nothing back. He flipped over in the bathwater and pinned Veronica down, launching a counterattack that struck the critical spot for maximum effectiveness.
Just as Loren had guessed earlier, Veronica was indeed a glass cannon. Before he even started to really lay into her, she was already taken out by that super-effective critical hit.
"Stop... Master..."
Even though the real fight hadn't even officially begun, Veronica's breathing was already failing to keep up with her playful protests, her face flushed red from it.
"..."
Loren finally stopped. He watched Veronica take deep breaths, slowly recovering.
When she raised her hand, it was trembling.
"My body feels so weak... Can you carry me out?"
"Fine..."
Loren sighed helplessly. How was Veronica even more fragile than Scarlett?
Even Scarlett could at least hold on until the actual battle started.
Loren helped dry Veronica off. Even this process was a challenge for her, so much so that he had to dry her legs several times.
...
Veronica wrapped herself in a blanket, watching Loren sit at the edge of the bed making clothes for her. She suddenly sighed with emotion:
"Master, I suddenly feel so happy."
With that, Veronica threw off the blanket and hugged Loren from behind.
Feeling the softness pressed against him, Loren froze for a moment, then continued making the clothes without making any further moves.
Given Veronica's level of sensitivity, if Loren actually did anything serious, they'd need to change the bedsheets.
In the end, he just patted her head.
It wasn't like he could just pick up any witch and put her to use. This would take some gradual training.
Also, whenever he faced Veronica, Loren felt a strange sensation.
She was the most mature-looking among all the witches, exuding a full housewifely charm.
But talking to her felt like he was luring a child, giving him an inexplicable sense of guilt.
After all, Veronica didn't understand anything. Whatever Loren said, she did.
It got to the point where some strange thoughts would pop into Loren's mind—like smearing cream on top of them...
But even without the cream, if he gave the order, she'd still do it...
Loren shook his head, flinging those bizarre ideas away, and blamed Mirrorheart for planting them.
It was all Mirrorheart's fault. He'd been contaminated by her.
...
The day passed just like that. At night, since she was sleeping in an unfamiliar place, Veronica felt a bit uneasy, so she held Loren tightly.
The next day, Veronica woke up very early. When Loren opened his eyes, he found her studying his body again.
"..."
By now, Loren had come to accept it.
"Go wash up first. I'll comb your hair for you in a bit."
Loren stroked Veronica's hair. It was a bit messy—she didn't know how to take care of it, just throwing it into a messy bun or a simple ponytail.
It was a shame for such beautiful hair.
"Oh."
Veronica obediently left Loren's side and began washing up with the new toiletries.
"Can you put on some clothes first..."
"Oh."
Veronica brushed her teeth halfway, then spit out the foam and returned to Loren's side.
She kept swaying the whole time she was brushing her teeth. It was a bit much for Loren.
To be honest, Loren had pretty strong willpower, and he wasn't really a lustful person.
But that was only true as long as she didn't keep swaying in front of him...
"Oh, right, Master! Help me put on my stockings!"
Veronica went over to the pile of clothes they'd bought yesterday and, with pinpoint accuracy, found the stockings Loren had helped her pick out. She'd specifically insisted on getting them when they were shopping.
"Can't you do it yourself?"
"I don't know how..."
Veronica's gaze was so sincere that Loren couldn't bring himself to refuse.
Then she sat down beside Loren, handed him the stockings, and draped her legs over his.
Her thighs were full and plump, even though she normally didn't eat anything special. In the end, Loren could only chalk it up to the natural physique of witches.
Loren grabbed Veronica's foot first, slipped the stocking over it, and lined up her toes with the tip.
Her toenails were neatly trimmed, so there was no worry about snagging.
Loren pulled the stocking up slowly. It fit tightly against her skin. To prevent wrinkles, he slipped his arm inside to stretch the fabric open, his hand brushing along Veronica's leg in the process.
Her skin was silky smooth, especially her feet—soft and tender...
"Stand up for a second."
The stockings had reached her thighs, so Veronica needed to stand up.
It was only then that something clicked in Loren's mind—a full, unobstructed view, which reminded him of one of the Four Divine Beasts.
"Ahem..."
Loren stopped what he was doing and coughed awkwardly.
"Let's wait a bit. Let's have breakfast first. I'll give you something new to try..."
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