It Seems That the Slave Girl Is Actually a Count's Daughter. - Episode 18: First Time

Episode 18: First Time 

When we arrived home, we took a short break before starting dinner preparations. While Pamela chopped the ingredients, I prepared the bath. I scrubbed the bathtub thoroughly with a brush and soap, rinsing away any dirt. That should do it. The scent now had a hint of jasmine. 

After finishing the bath preparations, I headed to the kitchen. There, Pamela noticed me and waved with a smile. She was wearing only an apron. 

Without a word, I grabbed Shiro, who was nearby. And I squeezed his neck. 

“Wait, Master! It’s not my fault!” 

I wasn’t seriously choking him. But his frantic reaction was different from his usual mischievous antics. It made me loosen my grip a little. This called for an explanation. As I stared at Shiro, Pamela approached. 

Her side br3asts peeked out from the apron. Her cheeks were slightly red, but she didn’t seem as embarrassed as before. It looked like she had overcome that feeling. Why, though? 

“El-sama, it wasn’t because Shiro-chan told me to. I just thought… the clothes you bought me might get dirty while making curry…” 

Pamela fidgeted. She was rubbing her hands together in front of her. How did it come to this? Was it because of the “wife” comment at the butcher shop earlier? 

“…Pamela, if your clothes get ruined, I’ll buy you as many as you need. But please wear something under the apron. And like I said before, what if you get hurt or burned?” 

I fought against the overwhelming urge to stare at her exposed curves. I am a gentleman. I am a gentleman. 

“Could it be… you don’t like it?” 

Pamela’s voice sounded sad. No, that’s not it at all. If anything, I love it. Damn it. This is all Shiro’s fault for planting unnecessary ideas in her head. My grip tightened. 

“Wait, Master, I can’t breathe…” 

“Oh, sorry, my bad. Pamela, I don’t dislike it, not at all. But I don’t want you to get hurt. Also… if you wear something that alluring, I might lose focus while cooking. So, could you wear clothes… for my safety?” 

If I made it about me, she would surely agree. But there was no doubt Pamela did this thinking it would make me happy. I should at least show some appreciation. 

I tossed Shiro aside and stepped closer to Pamela. 

“El-sama?” 

Pamela sounded confused as I placed my hands on her shoulders. Her sapphire-blue eyes stared at me. Then, I gently kissed her. 

It was just a brief touch, out of embarrassment. 

Even so, it seemed to be enough for Pamela. Her entire body flushed red like the evening sun. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly, her eyes widened. Whether from shock or joy, her pupils dilated. They reflected only my face. 

Without a word, Pamela wobbled and slowly headed upstairs. She was probably going to put on some clothes. But I was worried—was she in the right state of mind to dress herself properly? 

“Shiro, can you check on Pamela?” 

“Do it yourself. After going that far, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed now.” 

Still holding a grudge about the earlier choking, Shiro turned away. Fair enough. I hurried after Pamela. 

Just as I feared, she was completely out of it—wandering like a ghost while searching for clothes. I pulled some outfits from the closet and dresser and dressed her myself. In the process, I inevitably saw a lot… but it wasn’t intentional. I hadn’t realized Pamela had such little resistance to men. Just one kiss was enough to completely knock her out. Even I wasn’t that fragile. 

Pamela truly was a sheltered, innocent young lady. Maybe she had read romance novels. But experiencing it in reality was a whole different story. 

Seeing her in her natural state up close for the first time… was quite something. 

After finishing dinner preparations, we sat down to eat our curry. That was when Pamela finally snapped back to reality. 

“When did the curry get made?!” 

It seemed she had lost all memory of what happened around the kiss. That was for the best. I kept quiet about it, of course. I also made sure to silence Shiro. No loose ends.

After finishing the delicious curry, I quickly washed the dishes and headed straight for the bath. I quickly grabbed Shiro. He was trying to escape. I tucked him under my arm, and took him to the bathroom first. 

I poured warm water over Shiro and lathered him up with soap when Pamela entered. 

Good. She actually wrapped a towel around herself today. 

Without giving her a chance to object, I made her sit on the stool and washed her smooth, porcelain-like back. 

“El-sama, do you really think I’ll be able to use summoning magic?” 

Her voice was full of uncertainty. She hadn’t managed to learn summoning magic in just one day. Not only that, but there hadn’t been any noticeable progress at all. She was probably losing confidence because of it. But Pamela was misunderstanding something. 

“You’ll absolutely be able to use it. Listen, Pamela. The magic I’ve taught you so far isn’t easy. For an average person, learning even a single spell takes at least a month. If they have no talent, it can take over a year. But you’ve been able to use spells in just one day. That alone proves you’re exceptional.” 

Pamela looked up at me, her face brightening with joy. 

She started to turn her body toward me. But I firmly held her shoulders in place to stop her from rotating. Her lips puckered like a little waterfowl. Why does she always try to show me her body so easily? Who even taught her these seductive tricks? 

“That’s why you’ll definitely be able to use it. Summoning magic is a special type of magic that takes time to master. We have plenty of time, so let’s take it slow and steady.” 

Pamela gave a small nod. Hopefully, that reassured her a little. And I wasn’t just flattering her—she was undoubtedly an excellent mage. Once she grasped the trick, she’d be able to use summoning magic. 

“El-sama, allow me to wash your back.” 

“Ah, please do.” 

I made sure Pamela’s towel was securely wrapped before switching places with her. 

She carefully and gently washed my back. And then……..… she used her chest to wash it again today. 

She was getting better at it too—more efficient than yesterday. 

Was this really okay? What do you think, partner? 

Once again, I let Pamela and Shiro leave the bath first. I took my time cleaning up afterward before finally leaving the bathroom. 

After all, my *partner* had been begging for help.