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“This just won’t do! The master is currently bathing!” Your eyes widen as you reach for Lewin’s parka, “I think you should wait-“ He ignores you, dramatically tossing the double doors open.
“AHHH! Pervert! Belial, how did this sicko get in.”
You shield your face at the sight; Mephisto is dramatically complaining in the bath. Lewin completely disregards the panicking demon, approaching him to grasp his face and thrust a phone in front of him. Turning away, you ignore Lewin’s questions, feeling too embarrassed by the situation. However, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you glance back to see Lewin in the bath, holding Mephisto by the jaw. What the fuck?
Suddenly, Mephisto is perched on the edge of the tub, his crossed legs the only barrier between him and full exposure. You cover your face in disbelief, wondering how Lewin managed to drag you into this. Stupid shitty, wannabe best friend. You can barely catch the conversation between Mephisto and Lewin. How are you supposed to concentrate on what should be a serious matter when you’re standing in Mephisto’s lavish bathroom, the king casually lounging nude nearby?
Your wannabe best friend and Bon vanish. "Uh..." Did Mephisto forget to send you with them? Can he only transport two people at a time? “Why am I still here?” you ask, turning away as Mephisto’s butler hands him a kimono to change into. “I apologize, Miss ____ , but I can’t send you to such a disgusting place. They will have a truly rancid smell when they return. I’ll place them in the tub; I assume you’d rather not be in there with them.” He straightens himself out, lounging on the sofa as he pats it, inviting you to join him. “You can actually get Lewin to take baths?” Your eyes widen at this revelation. “Could I hire you to drop him in a bath every day? I’m lucky if I can get that idiot to shower once a week.”
Mephisto leans forward, stretching his arm over the back of the sofa, the tips of his claws lightly grazing your hair. “You get him to shower? Surely, a woman as beautiful as you deserves better than someone who refuses to bathe daily.” Of course, Mephisto already knows the answer, but the less you’re aware of what he knows about you, the better. Balial approaches with two glasses of wine, handing one to you. He takes a sip of his wine before passing it back to Balial, opting instead to place his hand on your thigh. The warmth of his touch sharply contrasts the coolness of the wine glass in your grip.
"I must admit, the idea of someone as alluring as yourself being involved with a man who lacks even the most basic hygiene is quite distressing," Mephisto continues, his voice low and smooth like honey laced with venom. "One would think that a woman of your caliber to have more discerning tastes."
You try to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks, but Mephisto's proximity has you feeling increasingly flustered. His fingers trace idle patterns on your thigh, a tantalizing gesture that leaves you breathless.
Your heart races as Mephisto's touch sends shivers down your spine. His green eyes glint mischievously as he leans in closer. "You deserve someone who appreciates your beauty in all its forms," Mephisto murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. You struggle to maintain your composure as his fingers continue to graze your thigh.
"Someone like me, perhaps," Mephisto whispers, his words sending a jolt through your body. The mischievous glint in his eyes intensifies as he leans even closer, his lips almost brushing against your earlobe. You can feel the heat radiating off him, a striking contrast to the cool elegance of his demeanor.
With a playful chuckle, Mephisto leans back slightly, his enigmatic smile widening. "Oh, my dear ____," he says, his tone dripping with honeyed charm, "I do enjoy watching you squirm under my gaze." His fingers trail lightly along your skin, leaving tingling sensations in their wake. "But it seems your best friend is ready to return.”
Lewin is the complete opposite of Mephisto, standing in the tub, utterly unconcerned about who might see him. While he complains about his dislike for baths and what they came across in the lab that Mephisto sent them to, you quickly cover your face; the last thing you want to see is your wannabe best friend nude. “Damn it, Lewin, nobody wants to see your dick.” You sigh and stand up. "Fill me in later; I need to get home.”
As you hurry out the door, trying to escape the awkwardness of the situation, Mephisto calls out to you. "Oh, ____," he murmurs seductively, his voice echoing through the corridors as you walk away. "We’ll continue this conversation another time, won't we?"