Seeing Anirudh's shy demeanor and hearing his words, Eleanor froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. She laughed so hard she doubled over, her chest heaving wildly, leaving Anirudh dazzled by the sight.
"You little brat, you're a grown man now and still want me to bathe you? Aren't you ashamed? Go on, wash yourself…" After her fit of laughter, Eleanor shot Anirudh a playful, teasing glance.
"No way, I want you to help me bathe…" Anirudh whined shamelessly, putting on a pitiful expression. Back when he was little, every time he made that face, Eleanor could never resist him and would always give in to his requests.
"Alright, alright, I will help you bathe… You go fill the tub; I'll change into something else…" Sure enough, once again, Eleanor found herself powerless against him.
Anirudh lit up with joy and darted into the bathroom to run the water. Eleanor shook her head lightly, muttering under her breath, "This kid, still as naughty as ever…" As she spoke, she slipped off her last piece of clothing and walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a low-cut purple nightgown to wear. Then she entered Anirudh's room, only to find him standing there, staring blankly.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you undressed?"
"I want you to undress me…" Anirudh played the rogue again. Since he'd already thrown shame out the window, he figured he might as well go all in. His shamelessness knew no bounds—back in the village, people even called him "Shameless Anirudh"!
Eleanor rolled her eyes again, but then she remembered how she used to undress him for baths when he was little. Without overthinking it, she walked straight over to him and began taking off his clothes.
Seeing Eleanor approach in her purple nightgown, Anirudh eagerly raised his arms, fully cooperating like a child waiting to be undressed.
Eleanor smiled and stepped in front of him, her delicate hands unbuttoning his shirt. At 5'7", Eleanor was tall, but Anirudh, at 5'11", still towered over her by half a head. Standing so close to her, breathing in her fragrance, Anirudh felt like his soul was soaring to the clouds. Especially now, with Eleanor in that low-cut nightgown, her full curves strained against the thin fabric, two distinct points poking through. When she sqartted to remove his pants, the snowy peaks of her chest came into view. His blood surged, and a certain part of him stood at attention, beyond his control.
Eleanor noticed the change too. Seeing the massive tent in his pants, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she gave him an exasperated look.
"You little punk, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm not thinking anything weird. I'm just wondering how you got so gorgeous," Anirudh replied earnestly.
"Hmph, as if I'd believe you. Take the rest off yourself and get in the tub…" Eleanor stood up, huffing softly, her face growing warm. Sure, she'd helped him undress plenty of times before, but he was just a kid back then. Now, at eighteen or nineteen, certain things had naturally… changed.
"Nooo, I want you to do it. You're the best to me—you won't say no, right?" Anirudh pleaded in a whiny, singsong voice, grabbing her arm.
Eleanor sighed. She was truly powerless against him…
"Fine, fine, I'll do it…" With a resigned sigh, she bent down again, grabbed the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down…
Her heart raced out of nowhere, her thighs clenching instinctively as a strange, unfamiliar feeling washed over her.
Quickly shaking off the ridiculous thought, she tugged the now-naked Anirudh toward the bathroom.
"Hurry up and get in. Let's finish this bath quick so I can take you out to eat…"
"Why not eat at home? I want your cooking," Anirudh said in an innocent tone, though anyone could see the smugness on his face. And why not? This was a man's pride—any guy with such an impressive "weapon" would feel cocky. Even a woman like Aurora had fallen for it!
"It's to introduce you to some girls. They've been dying to meet my handsome little brother…" Eleanor replied, guiding him into the jetted bathtub.
"Girls? Prettier than you?" Anirudh's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Oh, please, I'm past my prime. How could I compare to those young things…"
"Hmph, who says you're past your prime? In my heart, you're the most beautiful," Anirudh declared.
"You little charmer, still got that silver tongue…" Even though she knew he was buttering her up, Eleanor's heart fluttered. What woman doesn't love a compliment?
"Heh, this isn't flattery—it's straight from the heart," Anirudh grinned cheekily.
"Okay, hush now, don't get water in your mouth…" Eleanor cut him off, her hands already resting on his chest…