[R18] King's Domination-Chapter 16: Iris’s Sexy Foam Bath Service (Part 1)

The room I was led to resembled a luxurious bathhouse.

"This is the bathing chamber. According to our customs, it is recommended to cleanse your body daily," Iris said.

"An excellent custom indeed," I replied.

As expected of a wealthy man's bathhouse, the room was paved with waterproof stone tiles, equipped with a tub and a small stool. Everything necessary was present.

"Then I shall take over from here. Lord Morris, please observe from there," I said.

"Hmm. Very well, Iris, enter," Morris commanded.

"Yes, Master," Iris responded.

At Morris's order, Iris entered the room slowly, her cheeks flushed red.

Since walking through the corridors in just her underwear wasn't an option, she wore the robe she had on earlier. But her cheeks were as red as if she were feverish.

"Take it off," Morris said.

"...Yes, Master," Iris replied softly.

She slowly lowered her robe.

Her beautiful figure was revealed.

She wore the black underwear I had chosen for her earlier. There was something deeply stirring about it.

(A heavy robe hiding sexy underwear beneath... I might be awakening to a strange fetish.)

I wondered if Morris felt the same, as he stared intently at Iris's exposed form.

"I'll undress as well. Iris, would you assist me?" I asked.

"Iris, help him," Morris ordered.

"...Yes, Master," she said.

Iris began to carefully remove my clothes.

Morris's gaze was fixed on us.

Perhaps because of this, Iris's expression was stiff, and her arms trembled slightly.

Yet her movements were disciplined, carefully peeling off each layer of clothing. She must assist Morris with his attire daily, as her hands moved with familiarity.

"Ugh..." Iris let out a small sound.

Her hands paused. Only my trunks remained.

In this world, men's underwear was apparently more like a fundoshi.

"What's wrong Iris? Your hands seemed to have stopped," I teased, a bit mischievously.

"Yes," she murmured.

Resigned, Iris knelt on the floor and, with hesitant fingers, grasped my trunks and pulled them down.

"Ah!?" she gasped softly.

My little member, let's call it Excalibur in this otherworld context, sprang free right before her eyes.

Thanks to Iris's alluring underwear and delicate presence, I was already in top form. Perhaps it was the influence of my "Seiou" job.

Iris's face turned bright red, and she averted her gaze.

Her innocent reaction suggested she truly hadn't known any other man besides Morris.

"Iris, my state is thanks to your charm. It's quite lively," I said.

"...Yes. I-It's impressive," she replied.

Kneeling, she looked up at me with shy eyes, offering such a refined compliment.

As expected of a wealthy man's sex slave, her responses were elegant yet provocative.

"Now, let me explain the brothel reform plan," I began.

Standing naked with my Excalibur at full attention, I started my explanation.

It was somewhat absurd, as Morris was the only one fully clothed. I probably should've kept my clothes on for this discussion, but it was too late now.

"First, let me outline the current state of the brothel. Before entering, customers are required to bathe, but many resist, leading to poor hygiene," I said.

"Hmm. Bathing is a hassle and costly for commoners," Morris noted.

"In such cases, the brothel girls wipe down customers with wet towels, but it's labor-intensive and barely effective, which is a problem," I continued.

"Additionally, the disparity in their treatment is a significant issue. The highest-paid girls earn 20,000 Cols, while the lowest earn only around 5,000 Cols."

"That's quite a gap," Morris remarked.

"For the 5,000-Cols girls, after taxes and venue fees, they're left with just 1,000 Cols," I added.

Iris gasped at this.

As a merchant's slave, she likely lived far better than those girls.

"The pricing is also often negotiated, so weaker girls are often undervalued," I explained.

Iris fell silent, perhaps imagining herself in their place under different circumstances.

"My proposed solution will improve their lives significantly, and for that, Iris, I need your cooperation," I said.

"...If that's the case, I'll do my best to help," she replied.

Looking directly into my eyes, her tone was firm. For the first time, Iris, who always followed Morris's wishes, seemed to express her own will.

"To address both issues at once, we'll introduce a system where customers eagerly cleanse themselves and pay higher prices," I said.

"But Lord Seiou, is such a convenient idea feasible?" Morris asked skeptically.

"First, we set a price range of 15,000 to 30,000 Cols, with no negotiations. The brothel sets the price unilaterally, preventing weaker girls from being undervalued," I explained.

"But won't higher prices drive customers away?" Morris countered.

"I'll teach them techniques from my otherworld knowledge to add more value. Specifically, we'll use this," I said.

I channeled magic into my right hand.

[Item Creation: Body Soap]

"Oh!" Morris exclaimed.

"Is this... magic!?" Iris gasped.

Both were astonished as the item appeared before them. Even Morris, a wealthy merchant, seemed to be witnessing magic for the first time.

Compared to the grand abilities of other visitors, my "sex-exclusive" power was rather trivial, but it had its own uses.

Then I activated another spell.

[Sex Magic: Hot Water]

A stream of perfectly warm water poured from my left hand.

"Huh!" Morris marveled.

"So much hot water!" Iris exclaimed.

Ignoring their reactions, I filled the tub with perfectly warm water. For a proper bath, warm water was essential.

"Iris, please add the body soap to the tub and make foam," I instructed.

"Yes, understood," she replied.

Iris poured the body soap into the water and stirred. At first, her movements were hesitant, but her slender fingers soon worked swiftly, soon filling the tub with foam.

"Such amazing foam. And it smells wonderful!" Iris exclaimed.

The bathing chamber filled with the scent of roses. As expected of body soap used in high-end establishments in my world.

"Is this alright?" Iris asked.

The tub was now brimming with foam.

"It's perfect. Now, let's begin. Iris, please remove your underwear," I said.

"...My underwear?" she hesitated.

Even the skimpy, string-like underwear she wore seemed to offer some comfort to her compared to being fully naked. She showed slight resistance.

"It'll get wet otherwise," I explained.

Some places might wash customers while wearing underwear, but we'd stick to the standard approach right now.

"Iris, take it off," Morris ordered. freeweɓnøvel.com

"...Y-Yes, Master," she replied softly.