Looking at the circular bath that had a radius of about ten meters, I couldn't help but admire the luxurious royal family residence. Of course, my own castle also had a bath nearly as big. However, due to my father's mantra of "Never exploit the working people," there were no more servants in our castle other than a few volunteer maids. Consequently, their chores were only limited to the space within which our family of four lived. This meant that a large part of our castle was underused, including the giant bath, which was never maintained and only used occasionally. The much smaller bath we used on a daily basis was frequently monopolized by my father and stepmother. They could literally stay in the tub all day with their laughter echoing throughout half the castle. If it wasn't for a new naive maid who once asked my lecherous old man, "Sir, what are you doing with the lady in the bath all day? You're so loud and sound so happy…” He might still be unabashed today!

After dipping my toe to test the temperature of the water, I submerged my entire body into the warm bath water after finding it to my liking. The sensation was truly comforting. Immersed, I felt all my day's exhaustion evaporate as my pores opened up to the hot steam. I looked around the bath and spotted an open liquor cabinet across it. I presumed this was where Uncle Hammer kept his liquor. He always liked having a drink or two during his baths, but the cabinet was now empty - perhaps Margaret had taken the bottles away?

Speaking of past events, I remembered how I, my sister, and Margaret used to bathe together when I was little. Back then, I was too young to appreciate the feminine charm and was frequently tormented by the devilish Margaret, who frequently dunked me under the water. Due to this, I developed a temporary aversion for baths. But thinking about it now… Margaret’s petite physique was pretty… interesting to remember.

Just thinking about it made Little Atu comrades enthusiastically respond to my nostalgia, and I couldn't help but let my fantasies carry me away. I haven't progressed for a complete five years, it was time to become a true "sage"! Of course, one's progress depends on self-efforts, but I also had to consider the process of history. Once I was decided, I didn't hesitate. Imagining Margaret’s physique, I thought, after all, I’m in the bath and no one could possibly know!

Just as I was about to execute a "rising dragon fist", a voice rang behind me, "Atu, what bad things are you thinking of doing in my bathroom?" It was the voice of Margaret. I jumped, releasing my grip and quickly stood up from the bath. "No…I was just having a bath…" I saw Margaret wrapped in a white towel, a playful smile on her face. As she examined me and her gaze dropped to my lower half, her pale face flushed slightly. She shyly lowered her head, "And you say it’s nothing…" I immediately understood what she meant and jumped back into the water, trying to explain. “No - Margaret, I didn't do it on purpose... I can explain..."

She giggled, “It's fine... I’ve seen little Atu countless times when we were kids…" "But...but... that was when we were kids…" "What's the difference between then and now?" Whether it was because of the steam temperature or something else, a slight blush was appearing on her snow-white skin. She placed one hand over her heart and said:"No matter if it was in the past or present...in my heart, you have always been my Atu, my little brother, and that has never changed."

"Sis....you...."

Feeling the ambiguous atmosphere in the air, I lowered my head in confusion.

"Seeing Atu react to my body....I am actually quite pleased..."

The young girl said to me with a look of contentment on her face:

"Because this indicates that my body is attractive to Atu...and that Atu sees me as a woman..."

At that moment, I was stupefied.

Because the young girl's flawless figure rendered me unable to think about anything else.

When I regained my senses, the girl had already stepped into the bathtub, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck from behind.

I tried, in a panic, to free myself from her embrace.

"Margaret sis....."

"Atu....Don't speak.... And don't turn around...."

With her lips pressed close to my ear, the girl hindered my actions.

"Because....if I see Atu's face....I may not have the courage to say what I am about to say...."

The soft body of the girl clung to mine, trembling slightly.

When I realized what the girl was about to say, I lightly uttered a "mm-hmm", implicitly accepting her actions.

"Hoo....Hoo..."

The girl was panting softly, her warm breaths beating continuously on my face, as if gathering strength.

Finally, the girl spoke up, her voice trembling:

"Atu, I like you....in the way that women do...."

"I have....always been....fond of you...."