The two maids stepped inside and bowed slightly to him in greeting. Gareth nodded at the two of them before casting a questioning glance at the head maid.
"These two will get you ready in the meantime. We can't have you meeting the Countess looking like… that," she said, looking at him from head to toe. Turning her gaze toward the maids, she continued,
"Give him a thorough bath and make sure he comes out looking spotless. Also, do something with his hair. It looks too wild."
With that, she turned on her heels and departed, leaving the three of them alone in the room.
As soon as the door clicked shut, the two maids immediately focused their gazes on him, causing him to involuntarily shiver.
"Let's get started, Sir Gareth," one of them said, moving closer to rid him of his upper garments.
"Yes, we can't keep the Countess waiting," the other responded, moving deftly to unbuckle his trousers.
Seeing the sudden shift in their attitudes, Gareth was slightly taken aback and couldn't react in time.
Before he knew it, he was being caressed by two pretty maids. His body shivered slightly as it was the first time he was feeling a woman's touch—at least, the first time in this new world.
Before he could lose control of himself, he decided to ask them some questions to distract himself.
"So, uh, what are your names? Since we're going to be seeing each other for a while, I should at least learn that," he said, his voice a bit hoarse as he felt the breath of one of them near his groin.
The two maids stopped simultaneously, pondering his words before hesitantly speaking.
"I am Miria," the one unbuttoning his shirt said.
"My name is Hazel," the woman unbuckling his trousers said.
Seeing as they weren't ignoring him anymore, Gareth wanted to take this opportunity to ask more questions, but before he could, the two maids were back in action.
Before he knew it, he was undressed. Save for his undergarments, he had nothing on him. The two maids' eyes widened slightly as they gazed at his physique, subtly marveling at his rugged build. However, they quickly regained their composure and ushered him into the bathroom.
Gareth didn't know what to expect when he heard they were going to bathe him, but he certainly wasn't expecting what happened next. As soon as they entered the bathroom, the two women began undressing as well.
Gareth's eyes widened in shock, and before he knew it, all three of them were standing in their undergarments. The two women wore cream-colored bras with lace-trimmed edges that secured their breasts snugly.
Miria had slightly smaller breasts than Hazel, but that didn't mean she was small at all. In fact, Hazel's could be said to be a bit too big considering her smaller frame.
Gareth wondered how she was able to get any work done with those jugs on her chest. Seeing him staring at their chests, the two maids blushed slightly before Miria cleared her throat, drawing his attention back.
"Let's get started," she said, stepping into the bathroom.
The other two followed quietly. Though the situation was surprising, Gareth wasn't a man without experience. He quickly regained his wits and stepped into the stone-tiled bathroom. He looked up and was surprised to see what resembled a showerhead.
Not what he was expecting in this medieval world, but hey—who was he to judge? He didn't know how it worked, probably some sort of medieval plumbing magic, but he wasn't curious enough to ask.
Hazel soon followed, and before long, all three of them were underneath the showerhead. He noticed a knob on the wall, and sure enough, it was the control for the shower. With a slight turn from Miria, the sound of water could be heard, and a second later, warm water began spraying gently from the showerhead.
The water fell softly onto their bodies, the pressure not too high. Hazel retrieved a bowl filled with what Gareth realized was soap, along with two sponges. After handing one to Miria, she moved behind Gareth and started scrubbing his back with the freshly lathered sponge.
Miria did the same from the front, and soon he was sandwiched between two women in their underwear, scrubbing his body. Their touch was delicate, as if they were afraid of applying too much pressure on his skin.
The stimulation was too much, and before he knew it, his body reacted. Miria, who was scrubbing his front, obviously noticed, and a faint rose-colored blush appeared on her cheeks. However, she didn't bring it up and chose to ignore it.
Gareth noticed her reaction, and a faint smirk appeared on his lips as he watched her try to hide it. However, he didn't act further on it. The situation was still too fragile, and he didn't even know his own standing in this place.
Without figuring that out, he couldn't make any reckless moves. And the only person who could provide him with that information was the master of this manor—the mysterious Countess.
Ignoring his body's reaction, however, was proving increasingly difficult. He needed something to take his mind off it. He focused on the sensation of water flowing down his skin. The water, though warm initially, gradually became cool, bringing back a modicum of mental clarity.
Fortunately for him, the bath ended soon after. Miria and Hazel, now wet as well, stepped out of the bathroom and retrieved towels. After drying him thoroughly, Gareth once again felt their delicate fingers through the woolen fabric.
He wondered what was next, but was surprised when they didn't say anything and simply stared at him with faint blushes on their cheeks.
"Um, can you give us some privacy, please?" Miria asked. Hazel didn't say anything, whether out of shyness or simple reserve, Gareth couldn't tell.
He realized what they meant immediately. They likely wanted to freshen up after the impromptu bath.
"Of course. I'll step outside now," he said with a warm smile meant to portray his lack of hostility. He wanted them to know he meant no harm—that he was just a normal man.