Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 129: Taking A Bath Together

Arielle could not refuse Ronan’s request. Her face was as red as a tomato, and her heart was thumping. She closed her eyes in embarrassment as the man untied her dress one by one.

There was no longer a dress attached to her body, making Arielle feel the heat around her body. Now there was only a flimsy fabric serving as her panties left, covering her modesty.

Her breath hitched as suddenly she felt her body float. Ronan had carried her in his strong arms. She immediately grabbed Ronan’s shoulders so she wouldn’t fall from the man’s arms. When Ronan looked down, he smiled to find Arielle was no longer closing her eyes.

He brought Arielle to the hot tub and placed her on his lap. His eyebrows rose to prevent himself from getting hard when a part of Arielle’s body touched his lower body. Ronan grabbed Arielle’s hair tie and let the girl’s white hair fall on the surface of the water.

Ronan took the water in his palm and massaged the nape of the girl, making Arielle close her eyes.

"Your Majesty-"

"My name is Ronan. Get used to calling me using my name."

Arielle grabbed the man’s hand to stop the massage.

"But you are a king. It’s inappropriate to call your name casually."

"Last night, you screamed my name sweetly. Why is it now back to being more formal?" Ronan grabbed Arielle’s nape and pressed his forehead against the girl’s forehead. Their noses touched each other, and the man’s eyes couldn’t stop staring at Arielle’s beautiful lips.

"Aren’t we lovers?" the man asked in a whisper.

Ronan’s question just now tickled Arielle making the girl smile. "But...."

"If it makes you uncomfortable, then do it when it’s just the two of us, but I really want to hear you call me by my name."

Arielle was silent for a moment. "Are all lovers like us?"

Ronan brought Arielle’s face closer and took a long sip of those lips. "A pair of lovers put themselves on the same level, Arielle. Give and take regardless of status. When we become lovers, it means I, a man, love you as a woman. Not me as a king who loves you as a princess."

Arielle nodded, understanding what the man was saying. Love would not look at status. Love arose between two beings who love each other. Like Arielle, a woman who loved Ronan as a man without his title or his background.

"I understand now," answered Arielle in a whisper because the man’s face was so close to hers.

"Then can you help me clean my body?" asked the man with downcast eyes looking at Arielle’s lips.

Arielle cupped the man’s face and gave Ronan a long kiss. "Yes, Ronan."

Ronan was ready to open his mouth to start a passionate french kiss with her, but when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t what he got. He actually felt Arielle leave his lap. The man opened his eyes quickly. Arielle had shifted her seat to reach the shampoo bottle behind her.

The girl sat by the pool, exposing her beautiful body. Ronan struggled to swallow his saliva wanting to run his hand on Arielle’s body.

She was no longer shy about showing her naked body to him, making Ronan smile. That was a sign that Arielle was getting more comfortable with him so that the girl no longer felt awkward or embarrassed.

"When I was little, I took a few baths in the lake with the village people when Tania invited me to visit the village."

"On the lake? With the villagers? Including the men?"

"No. It’s a women’s area only. Only girls with their mothers are allowed in. Usually when summer ended, if the lake didn’t evaporate and left a lot of water, we would swim and soak in it. It’s fun, and Tania will help the other women rub their hair."

Arielle poured the thick liquid shampoo over her hand. She looked at Ronan then smiled. As if understanding what the girl wanted, Ronan approached by sitting with his back to the girl.

Ronan grabbed Arielle’s legs and placed them on his shoulders. Arielle laughed in amusement as the man bit her inner thigh.

"Stop... I can’t clean your hair properly if you keep moving around a lot," Arielle said as she pushed her feet away from the man’s tight grip but in vain.

Arielle started to touch the king’s hair slowly. She ran her fingers through the black hair. Slowly the foam started to form, and Arielle massaged Ronan’s scalp gently, making the man sigh.

"I learned to swim while there, but my swimming skills haven’t progressed at all. I can make myself float on the water, but every time I move my legs and arms, it feels like my body is getting heavier and makes me panic."

Ronan chuckled, enjoying the story the girl was telling him. He imagined little Arielle learning to swim. Arielle gently rinsed Ronan’s hair with the warm pool water as she continued her story.

"After we are satisfied playing in the water, the women there will have a grilled fish party with a bonfire. On that day, the village was reserved for women only, and only when it was late, the men could return to their respective homes. I stayed at one of the houses of Tania’s friends. On the next day, Tania and I returned to the capital. It was a very pleasant experience for me," continued Arielle.

"Sounds fun," said Ronan making Arielle smile proudly.

"Then what about you? Are you a good swimmer?" she asked him.

Ronan wiped his face with water when he felt the foam of shampoo trickle down his forehead and nose.

"I’m a good swimmer. I have a friend named Lazarus. If Kael mastered combat on land, Lazarus is a man who has combat skills on the water. He was a good swimmer in our school, but I once beat him. You know how cold the North is. I asked a priest to melt a frozen lake, even so, the water was still very cold. Yet in such conditions, I am still the winner," replied the man proudly.

The man looked up and smiled, waiting for Arielle’s appreciation.

"Wow, you’re so cool! Then where is that guy named Lazarus now?" asked Arielle curiously.

According to Namina, a priest apprentice who accompanied her during her last visit to Frostmount Village, Lazarus was one of the four pillars along with Kael and William. Arielle had met both of them except Lazarus.

"Lazarus will never stay silent on land. He watches over the northern seas. His life is spent only in the seas. Only once a year will he visit the palace."

"When is it?"

"In a few more days," answered Ronan with a big smile.

In a few more days? For what event? When Arielle asked, Ronan just smiled broadly, full of mystery. The man rested his head with his wet hair in Arielle’s lap.

Arielle covered her exposed chest as the man turned around. Without saying a word Ronan just stared into Arielle’s eyes, making the girl’s face blush. Arielle decided to lower her gaze to the man’s lips to avoid his stare.

Unlike usual, Arielle wanted to touch those lips first. Ronan, who saw the downcast eyes, smirked a little.

"If you want to kiss me, do it."