I visited Isis-san's castle as I had promised from before, where I was currently encountering a situation more critical than ever before.
　From the tip of my gaze, Isis-san, with her snow-white skin exposed, is approaching, floating in the air, and her heartbeat is getting loud enough to be heard.

　Isis-san is not wrapped in a towel or anything, she is apologetically holding a towel in front of her body, and only the important part of her body is just barely hidden.

''Ah, ai, Isis-san!
"...Yeah?　...What's going on?
What the hell are you doing?
"....what do you mean........with Kite.......in the bath.... ...in.

　Aaaaah!　Don't tilt your head!　The towel works!　Because I can see!
　I mean, when am I going to be watching this?　Why don't you take your eyes off the road?

　I manage to take my gaze off of Isis-san while telling my body desperately that I'm not going to do anything about it.
　Then, with my back to Isis-san, I hurriedly continue to speak in a hurry.

''Oh, I'll get it!
No.
Huh?　What?
If you don't get in there you'll get tired... of it.

　Huh?　
　I don't feel like I'm putting any effort into it at all.......but my body doesn't move even a twitch!　It's hard to imagine from the looks of it, but is it still absurdly powerful too?

　In any case, we can't get away with this.
　We've got to be prepared for this we've got to be mindful, mindful, strong-minded, calm... calm... calm... ...

　I hear the sound of Isis-san getting into the bathtub, with me trying to calm down while upset.



　Could you not make a s*xy voice, please?　I feel like I'm going to burn out my spirit in an instant already!

...feels good.
Yeah, well....

　Aww, what do I do!　He comes next to me like it's natural, his voice is kind of s*xy, and even though I try not to look at him, I can't help but look at him....
　White skin!　What's wrong with my shoulder?　Shh, shh, shh, shh, and a ponytail?

　Apparently, Isis-san is wearing her hair in a ponytail so that her hair doesn't get soaked in the bathtub, and her nape of her neck, which is usually hidden by her long hair, is visible, and her skin, which is upturned and slightly vermillion, is beautiful like a work of art.
　I felt like I was really going to lose my mind if I remained silent like this, so I muttered, hoping to find something to talk about.



　What am I talking about?　It's no good, she seems completely upset, and I feel like I've led her in a worse direction by trying to deflect the topic.
　Isis-san hears my words and opens her mouth with a slight tint to her cheeks and a slightly downcast look.


!

　He's coming to kill me.......he's coming to completely obliterate my reason!
　
　No, no!　

　Calm down, okay I won't lower my gaze. I'm not going to move my body around accidentally. Don't get any crazy ideas about it okay, okay, okay.

Kite.
What?
...Yeah?
'Oh, oh, aye, aye, aye, Mr. Isis!　Hand, hand, hand!

　But as if to mock my determination, my hand was withdrawn from the bathtub, and Isis-san gently held my hand.
　The heavenly softness against the two arms and the slightly hard part that protruded slightly within them.

I'm so... happy that... today... Kite came to me... and I'm really... happy.
....

　I can't get any of the words Mr. Isis is speaking into my head at all.
　My reasoning is on the verge of collapse, and all my nerves are focused on the flowery scent wafting from Ms. Isis and the soft cheek on her shoulder.
　My head is fuzzy like a rash, and the hand that isn't held by Ms. Isis begins to move unconsciously.

I was hoping... that you would come...
...What?

　The lonely voice that was announced stopped the hand that was about to move.

...I just...I was...worried.
Mr. Isis.
''So ... I'm really glad ... that you're here ... and ... that you're with Kite. ....warm.
....

　Ms. Isis, who is happily leaning towards me... I feel the anxiety of loneliness in her heart, and I pinch my own thigh as hard as I can with the hand that isn't held by Ms. Isis.
　Isis-san's fondness is so pure and beautiful. I want to be in touch with others, I want warmth....
　I don't act like Chris, I don't act like a calculating, s*xy person, I just come close to him, genuinely wanting to be near him. That's why I'm this nervous, I think.

　It's not good to dishonestly tarnish such a pure feeling then.......I don't want to do something that betrays the feelings of Ms. Isis.
　So for now, let's hold on for now.........................go for it, me!


























...So, um... how did you get into this situation?
I'm going to wash my back... and I'm going to wash it.
Yes, sir.

　How did that happen?　
　I don't know how far God has to go to test me to make me feel better I can only assume he's seriously trying to kill my reason.

(Not that I'm doing anything of the sort?)

　Shut up because it's distracting, Natural Goddess.

　I'm not sure if it's the right time to do this.
　I'm not sure if there is a sponge in this world, but there seems to be a similar material, and I use it to wash my body when I bathe.
　What is the name?　Me, Kusunoki-san and Yuzuki-san usually call it a sponge, so I've forgotten its official name.

　Anyway, Isis-san carefully rubs my back with the sponge.
　The hands are gentle, and sometimes Isis-san's long hair touches my skin in a subtle way that makes my heart pound every time.

...Oh I'm sorry I dropped it.
''~~!

　A sponge rolls in front of me in a flop, and Ms. Isis reaches behind me to pick it up... and it sticks to my back.
　The feeling of skin contact, a slightly lower body temperature, is comfortable to my burning body, and all at once the heat gathers in my body.

　Moreover, Isis-san seemed to have a bit of a hard time picking up the sponge, her body moved several times and her chest, which touched my back, rose and fell.
　Is this heaven or is this hell.......I'm already on the verge of overheating.

''I could pick up ... and ... front ... wash?''
D-d-don't you see that?

　
　When in close contact with an incredibly beautiful girl like Ms. Isis, no matter how hard I try to hold my reasoning together, some part of my body will naturally react.

　When I shook my head with all my might at Isis-san's words, Isis-san tilted her head a bit, but then she washed my back with hot water as it was.
　Yo, okay, I managed to get through.......I did my best. I worked super hard.

Well then.........change.
...What?
"....washing........and now.......it's Kite's turn.......
....

　...Come to think of it, I think you said it was a wash first.
　Huh?　Oh, my God.　Me, wash the back of Miss Isis?　Even now you're full of it?
　And, but maybe if I said no here I would look terribly sad, and I can't say no to this!

　Isis-san doesn't notice my stunned feelings, and she swaps places with me and sits down as if it's natural.
　I mean, Isis-san!　Hide me?　Because there's something small and pink in there!

...Kite?
"Stoop!　Don't turn around!　I'll wash you properly!
Yes.

　You have to hold on to your nosebleeds or something...
　Aaaaah!　My skin is soft, it's smooth, it's ridiculously beautiful... this is really an awesome struggle... it's mindless. Mindless washing.

.........hmm........

　So could you stop being so s*xy?　Because it's serious business!

　Dear Mom, Dad - I didn't think it was possible, I didn't think it was possible, I was going to take a bath with Isis-san. Isis-san's guard is loose, and really, I'm not just tired anymore - my head is about to short-circuit!