Ethan's POV
The Aurora Frost Mountain Range, known for its endless peaks blanketed in eternal snow, was a majestic yet perilous expanse that harboured many natural wonders, including the elusive hot springs scattered throughout its various elevations.
These springs were highly coveted for their rare combination of soothing warmth amidst the frigid wilderness. Our Mistborn family had been fortunate enough to claim one of these treasures, integrating it into the castle itself. Over generations, these hot springs were magically enhanced, divided, and channelled into private bathing areas throughout the estate.
The section reserved for my mother and was especially lavish, a reflection of our family's esteed status in the region.
As I made my way toward the hot bath, my thoughts lingered on the recent conversation I had with Grandpa regarding my upcoming awakening ceremony, set to take place on my tenth birthday.
The anticipation of this event weighed heavily on my mind. In magical society, the awakening ceremony was a pivotal mont in a child's life, where their innate affinity for the elents or lack thereof would be revealed.
Though I carried a quiet confidence in my potential, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of anxiety at the prospect of failure. There existed an unsettling possibility that I might be labelled "Etherless", a term spoken in hushed tones within esteed mage families like ours.
To be etherless was to lack the natural affinity for any elental power, a condition seen as an irredeemable flaw and a source of great sha. Such individuals were ostracized, forced to navigate a world that viewed them as burdens or outcasts.
The stigma attached to being etherless was especially severe within families like ours, where magical talent was not just a asure of individual worth but also a key to maintaining the family's legacy and influence.
As I considered this, I couldn't help but envision the disapproving stares and whispers that would follow if I failed. Yet, despite my nerves, I resolved that no matter the outco, I would not allow my ambitions to falter.
I had the Arctic Sovereign Immortal Body Refinent Technique, a rare and invaluable asset that could allow to surpass even the most powerful and gifted mages through sheer physical prowess.
Moreover, I could explore the fabled Ascension Techniques of the Eastern Barbarian Tribes, which were said to grant humans strength rivalling even the most powerful magical races that had innate strong bodies. These thods, though shrouded in secrecy and danger, offered a glimr of hope should my affinity prove insufficient.
Lost in thought, I reached the entrance of the hot bath. As I stepped inside, the warmth and heavy mist enveloped instantly, providing a stark contrast to the biting cold of the castle corridors. Steam swirled and danced in the air, partially obscuring my vision, but I could still make out the faint glimrs of light reflecting off the water's surface.
However, as I ventured further into the room, my steps faltered. Through the haze, I caught sight of an unexpected figure. A woman was already there.
She stood partially subrged in the steaming water, her back to . Her long, silky blonde hair cascaded down her pale, flawless skin, catching the muted light in a way that seed almost ethereal.
The soft ripple of water around her created an aura of tranquillity that was soon shattered as my presence registered.
The woman let out a surprised squeal, spinning around in alarm. Her movents sent a small wave of water crashing against the edges of the bath.
My wide-eyed gaze copiously took in the curve of her figure but I didn't try to feign surprise or embarrassnt as that would be in contrast to a child's behaviour.
Though I was internally impressed and delighted to witness such a wonderful scenery, I was also depressed as it didn't arouse any excitent inside as I was still a child though with my past life mories I was not.
She attempted to shield herself, one arm pressed across her chest while her other hand moved to cover her lower body though she failed spectacularly as her peaking chest only made her more enticing.
Her expression was a mix of embarrassnt and indignation, her green eyes flashing as she demanded, "Who dares intrude?!".
I erged calmly and when she saw my visage, she heaved a sigh of relief and removed her hands from her chest and nether regions.
"So, it was young master, have you co for a bath?", she asked respectfully,
"Yes Clara, you see I had gone for my daily exercises and thought to relax myself in the hot water to calm my strained nerves from the icy winds.", I said in a bright voice though I didn't miss my chances and feasted on her figure with my eyes.
Her teardrop shaped big breasts were at least D-cup with round pink nipples, a slim waist and when I moved my eyes downwards I could see a tight slit peeking out from her light pubic hairs.
I was impressed that despite Clara being only nineteen to twenty years old she had already developed such big and juicy assets.
She approached and calmy offered with a smile,
"Young master let wash you", I smiled inwardly but put an unwilling expression and said sothing that made her laugh,
"I have beco older and I don't need to be washed by anyone in the shower". She put a slim finger on my nose and said with a smile,
"No Young Master, this is my duty and mistress would be unhappy if I allowed you to do that". I reluctantly agreed and she lifted and carried to the big hot pool in her bosom. I instinctively slled her bosom and contentedly put my face between her breasts. Clara blushed a little but when I looked up she was looking at with a smile.
Clara's POV
I was very happy today because I was carrying the young master towards the shower and opportunities like these were rare for the past 1 or 2 years. I love the young master very much as I had cared for him from the ti he was a baby and fulfilled all his needs when mistress was away for her work.
He had always been very attached to as I had accompanied him during the long and boring days. This peculiar emotion is very precious to as I didn't have anyone who was so attached and dependent on .
Ethan's POV
When we reached the hot pool she first stripped naked and put my clothes on the rack for its cleaning. Then she prepared a foam-filled bath with her water magic and the naturally produced soap used by our family. She lifted on her lap and started washing my body.
I simply hugged her and enjoyed my ti with this beauty as I didn't have such a privilege in my previous life. I didn't roam my hands so as to not arouse any suspicions as she cleaned .
She lightly smiled and only saw this as a child's attachnt. While she was cleaning my buttocks I was a little embarrassed as I was still an adult from inside.
"I will also wash you Clara", I said smilingly while looking up, she hesitated but agreed. I then moved to her back and started roaming my hands across her soft and porcelain back. She had an hourglass figure with neither being too fat nor too thin. I then moved my hands to her front and grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them a little and asked innocently,
"Do they feel heavy Clara as you work daily? You know boys don't have breasts so I was curious", I asked a childish question innocently though I was slyly smiling on the inside. She replied with an embarrassed expression as her breasts had not been touched much less squeezed by anyone but she replied nonetheless,
"No young master, let clean you first and you don't have to worry about as I would clean myself later on.", I didn't insist and let her lift and wash in the hot pool. An evil glint flashed in my eyes as I relaxed in the hot water and added Clara to my future plans.
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