[>] anything more than assisting someone in need. it doesn't help much, but it gets him to apply the body wash and step closer without issue.

...
and, though it takes a minute, he *does* even manage to start washing her back without melting down or prodding where he shouldn't without permission.

HIM? cute? he's content with himself, but a paragon of beauty like herself... ah, goodness, he can barely keep it together.

" that... i. mn... "

his face is hot against her digits, as red as their attire and then some.

" that's... v-very merciful of you. thank you. "

" s–sorry, " he stammers. " i haven't... done this before. "

but he's here now! in many ways an improvement, which he rewards himself for by stepping into the stream with a thankful nod.

at the very least, he's not completely fallen apart —— yet. a face running hot, sure, but that's not unusual.

her presence is very overwhelming. she's an important lady!! and her ass is huge... and he... has to ditch his scarf... darby never had a chance.

but, eventually, inevitably, there's the shuffle and removal of fabrics — and he's right by her side before long. a shy wave is about all he can muster.

...ah! um- if she's willing to have him, sure. he just wouldn't want to impose in the middle of her relaxing, but if she'll have him...

...give him just a second to strip.

ha...! caught red-handed... and red-faced, and--

well.
as long as she's fine with him staring, he may as well sneak a little closer. it's not like he's any less obvious from a distance.

... mind? why on earth would he?

he's happy to leave her to her business, though his eyes might linger a little longer than he'd admit.

... thank goodness.

... hah. i know all too well about those types. my dad used to be one of them. probably still is. i've HEARD there's angels stalking about, too, but i've never seen any.

n-not that it concerns me much when the denizens of hell are much prettier.

"Goodness. . . I've met my share of shapeshifters, but not many shift their proportions willingly. . .

Are you trying to swoon me?~"

He was only teasing. . . but of the many exotic creatures the professor has bedded, demons are not on that list. . . yet.

... usually it's, um, not about devils in specific.
this is kind of a... convenient first. as it s-so happens.

[ not that he minds. or really cares about the semantics. frankly, it's just nice to see a pretty face in his immediate area. ]

"I personally prefer a more supple rear. . .

but I certainly won't say no to nice chest-pillows too."

". . . I can't remember last time I met woman with chest larger than mine." 💧

well, if she's going to be impatient about it, she could just as easily pull her fingers right back out, can't she?

...but she doesn't. poor thing just can't stand the idea of not having more. she can respect that.

"mm, needy thing too... don't worry. i've got you."

starting in and out now...

Kishinami could barely keep his mind straight as his eyes completely stare forward at the wonderful assets that had been present to him. “Oh sweet heavens…I can’t.” His mind was telling him no- but his body, well…