"What are you thinking about?"

After Lu gave my chest a firm rub, my face flushed slightly. I reached out and tapped her forehead hard.

"Just sit properly and soak quietly here."

I clicked my tongue at her. Lu reluctantly withdrew her hands and sat back upright in my arms.

Still, she leaned against my chest, deliberately adjusting her position to use it as a pillow for her head.

This made me a bit awkward, but after a moment’s thought, I didn’t stop her.

Well, it’s been so long—I’ll let her be a little spoiled this time.

"Alright, Lu, be patient. You know Demonfolk have long growth cycles, and as royal Demonfolk, yours is the longest. But don’t worry—you’re already a little beauty now. In time, you’ll grow into someone like me."

I gently hugged her, straightening her body. Leaning down, I softly nuzzled her cheek before speaking tenderly.

"Really?"

Lu turned her head, blinking up at me.

"Amelia, I’ve been stuck like this for ages… Can I really grow into a figure like yours?"

"Don’t worry," I smiled at her pitiful expression. "I remember clearly—many Demon Kings and Demon Emperors were just like you when young, but became stunning beauties as adults. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, Amelia," Lu pouted.

"Then that’s settled. Just wait patiently—your body will mature someday."

Looking at her innocent, adorable face, I ruffled her hair.

"Oh, I understand," Lu nodded with a dazed look.

"Alright, we’ve soaked long enough. Time to apply shower gel."

After hearing her reply, I patted her shoulder, signaling her to stand up and step out for lathering.

We can soak again later—let’s wash up first.

"Okay~"

Lu followed me out without objection, but insisted I apply the gel for her. Helpless, I complied.

Honestly, Lu’s skin was amazing.

I lathered shower gel on my hands and spread it over her body, touching her all over. The sensation was so smooth I couldn’t help lingering a little longer. Lu didn’t mind, giggling as if we were playing.

But then again, my own skin wasn’t bad—but touching others is more fun than touching yourself, right? Like groping breasts—even if you have them, you prefer grabbing others’… Ahem, better not dwell on that.