WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 169: Washing Reon’s Body! (R-18)

Cloudia’s voice turned playful, laced with mischief.

"So what are you going to do to make it up to me, hmm?" she asked, smirking, eyes twinkling with teasing expectation.

Reon was slightly taken aback by her sudden question.

"Tell me then—what do you want?" he asked with a small chuckle.

Cloudia placed a finger on her lips, pretending to ponder.

"Hmm, what do I want...? Ah! I know! For now... let me wash you."

Reon raised a brow.

"Huh? I already washed myself, though."

"No, you didn’t!" she said, crossing her arms. "You can’t reach your back properly, right?"

Reon smirked.

"Alright then—but be prepared. I’ll wash you too."

Cloudia’s eyes widened, and her voice faltered.

"E-Ehh? B-But—"

"No excuses," Reon interrupted, a playful glint in his eye.

Cloudia gave in with a slight pout.

"Understood, Master..."

Splash!

She stepped into the pond, the cool water running over her skin as her soaked clothes clung to her figure.

Then, she waded back out onto the grassy bank where Reon was already standing.

But the moment she looked up—her eyes widened.

"M-M-Master! W-Why are you completely naked?!" she stammered, covering her face with her fingers—though she peeked through them with flushed cheeks.

Reon looked unfazed.

"What? I told you I had to clean off all the blood from the battle. Of course I’d be naked."

"Y-Yeah, but at least cover your lower half!" Cloudia mumbled, clearly flustered.

He chuckled, then pulled out a towel from his spatial ring and wrapped it around his waist before sitting on a large tree root near the edge of the pond.

"Master, do you have any soap?" Cloudia asked as she stepped behind him.

"Yeah, here," he said, handing her a rough-looking bar.

She frowned.

"Ehh? This soap is so cheap, Master. It’s bad for your skin."

"Well, this was the best I could find. I couldn’t find anything better."

Indeed, in this world, quality soaps were luxuries, often exclusive to high-ranking cultivators and nobles.

Reon hadn’t found anything decent in Xue Taiyang’s spatial ring, so he’d picked this up from a traveling merchant.

"It’s alright. I’ll use mine," Cloudia said, smiling softly.

From her Magical Pocket, she took out a small towel and a beautifully carved soap that gave off a delicate, calming fragrance.

She wet the towel, worked up a lather, and gently placed a hand on Reon’s back.

As she began scrubbing in small, circular motions, her damp body lightly pressed against his.

Occasionally, the soft brush of her chest grazed his back, sending subtle shivers down his spine.

Reon’s expression twitched.

’Why is she washing my back so sensually...?’ he wondered. ’Is she doing this on purpose?’

He exhaled deeply.

’She must be eager... Well, not like I’m any different.’

After a pause, he glanced back slightly and said in a low voice,

"Cloudia... come wash my front too."

Cloudia froze, her eyes wide and cheeks burning crimson.

"E-E-Ehh?!"

But her hands never stopped moving.

Deep inside, she had no intention of refusing—not when she had wanted this too.

Cloudia slowly stepped to the front, her movements shy but deliberate.

The gentle rush of water behind her, the soft rustle of leaves, and the intimate silence between them only deepened the tension.

She began with his hands—delicately lifting one, she ran the warm, soapy towel across his fingers, his palm, and then up his forearm.

She rinsed his arms with water, then knelt down to tend to his legs, her fingers brushing over the muscles with soft determination.

Once she was done, she stood and moved closer—now facing his bare chest.

Her breath caught slightly as she pressed the towel to his skin, gently wiping in slow, careful circles across his firm chest."

The soap left a faint floral scent, mixing with the freshness of the pond and the heat rising between them.

But just as she paused, clearly unsure how to proceed further—

Reon leaned in slightly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

"That’s enough, Cloudia. You’re forgetting the most important part of cleaning."

His voice was low and playful, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Cloudia’s entire face turned red—bright as a ripened tomato.

She looked away, clutching the towel tightly.

"I-I know, Master... P-Please wait patiently," she whispered, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and excitement.

"L-Let’s... wash your face next. It still needs cleaning," Cloudia murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Reon chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched her flustered expression.

"Alright," he replied, leaning back slightly to give her room.

With quiet care, she massaged the soap into his hair, her fingers threading through his long black strands like silk. Then she washed the hair with water.

Then, with a slow pour of water, she rinsed the lather away.

Cloudia dipped the towel in the pond again, gently wrung it out, and lifted it to his face.

She added more soap, then carefully wiped his face—her eyes focused, lips slightly parted as she worked with quiet concentration.

Her hands trembled just a little as she touched his cheekbones, jawline, and brow.

Then, with a final rinse of clean water cupped in her palms, she gently poured it over his face, letting it cascade down like a soft cleansing rain.

She hesitated then, still standing close. Her eyes flickered between Reon’s and his lips, waiting—unsure what to do next.

Reon opened one eye, his tone playful, but deep and velvety.

"Cloudia... you missed a spot."

"Huh?" she blinked.

"My lips. They’re still not clean."

He leaned in slightly, smirking.

"Clean them... with your lips."

Her breath hitched. Color surged into her cheeks like a rising tide.

"Y-Yes, Master..." she replied softly, her voice trembling with shy excitement.

She stepped closer. The wet fabric of her clothes clung to her body, pressing lightly against his bare skin.

Her gaze searched his eyes for a heartbeat longer—then she leaned in, and their lips met.

"Mmmh~!"

Her lips were warm and tender as they moved gently against his.

"Mmnfffh~!"

Then came the deepening—her tongue brushed his.

Reon responded instinctively, one arm wrapping around her waist, drawing her closer.

Their kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling. Tongues twined, exploring.

The taste of her was intoxicating—sweet, warm, and gentle like spring rain.

"Mmh... Cloudia..." he murmured between kisses, "your tongue is so sweet... I could taste it every day and never get tired of it."

She blushed harder, her hands lightly gripping his shoulders, but didn’t pull away.

After several long, breathless minutes, Cloudia slowly pulled away, her tongue slipping from his with a soft, lingering sigh, a thin trail of saliva connecting their parted lips.

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed with warmth and emotion, her cheeks still flushed a deep crimson.

But then—her gaze drifted downward.

There, barely held in place by the damp towel draped across Reon’s lower body, was something pressing firmly beneath the fabric...

The bulge strained the towel so much, it looked like it might slip off at any moment.

Her eyes widened as she whispered, "T-that’s...!"

Reon followed her gaze and smirked, completely unbothered, his voice calm and teasing.

"Mm. Yeah. Looks like it’s time to wash the last part."

His tone was laced with playful mischief.

Cloudia’s entire face turned a deeper shade of red—but instead of looking away, she bit her lip, then smiled softly, her eyes shimmering with a mix of shyness and boldness.

"Yes... Master,"

Cloudia slowly knelt down before him, her hands trembling as she reached for the damp towel loosely draped across Reon’s waist.

Steam rose gently from the surface of the pond, blurring the edges of the world around them.

For a moment, everything else disappeared—there was only the sound of her breath, the ripple of water, and the quiet beating of two hearts.

She hesitated for a second, her fingers brushing against the towel, feeling the heat of his skin beneath.

Then, with a deep breath, she drew it away. freēwēbnovel.com

"Kyaaa!"

Her eyes widened from what she saw, not in fear or embarrassment, but in awe.

She saw Reon’s dick is in full boner—like a dragon emerging from its lair.

’T-T-This... a d-dick... Master’s d-dick. It’s so big and... thick...!’ she thought, her cheeks glowing crimson.

She was astonished to see a dick for the first time in her life and more so... it’s her loving Master’s.

A mixture of reverence and curiosity sparkled in her gaze.

Smooch!

Instead of looking away, she leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss just above it’s tip.

Reon’s breath caught.

His usual calm cracked slightly as the warmth of her lips spread through his dick.

Then, she wrapped both hands around it—yet even together, her small fingers couldn’t cover more than half its length.

With a slow, steady breath, she extended her tongue and gave it a long, gentle lick—from the base all the way to the tip.

"Mmn!!"

"Mmh!!"

Then, she slowly began to tease the tip with her tongue, while her hands stroked it with tender care—each motion filled with curiosity and a growing, daring confidence.

"Ahhh~!"

A soft moan escaped Reon’s mouth.

’She’s... surprisingly skilled. Where did she... even learn that?’ Reon wondered to himself, a flicker of astonishment in his thoughts.

’The book said... like this, then that... just like that,’ Cloudia thought to herself.

"D-Do you feel good, Master?" Cloudia asked softly, lifting her gaze to meet his.

Reon’s breath was unsteady.

"Y-You’re doing great, Cloudia... just like that."

A quiet smile bloomed on her lips.

"N-Next, Put it inside your mouth... and suck it... while stroking with your hand down there,"

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