Idle Money System

As she held the damp towel in her hands, Aerloria carefully removed Alexander's torn shirt, her face turning a deep shade of red with embarrassment.

Her slender fingers trembled as she gently slid the shredded fabric off his shoulders, revealing the cuts and bruises scattered across his skin.

To her astonishment, many of his injuries were already beginning to heal.

Even the stab wounds and deeper cuts seemed to be mending before her eyes.

This sight left her momentarily speechless, she had never witnessed such a remarkable healing ability in a human before.

Yet, knowing he was a warrior, she pushed her amazement aside, focusing on the task at hand.

With her hands still shaking slightly, Aerloria pressed the cool towel gently against his chest, her fingertips just barely grazing his skin.

The warmth radiating from his body only deepened the flush in her cheeks, and she found herself sneaking a closer glance at him.

As Aerloria continued, her fingertips traced over faint scars and healing wounds across his torso all the way to the other parts, each mark a trophy of the battles he had survived.

Her heart raced with every touch, feeling the subtle twitch of his muscles beneath her hands, as though his body remained vigilant even in sleep, only now beginning to relax under her careful attention.

Pausing, she dipped the cloth into the bucket of warm water, wringing it out as her hands trembled ever so slightly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She returned the towel to his shoulder, gently wiping away remnants of dried blood and dirt, following the lines of his collarbone down to his chest.

Each movement revealed more of his form, stirring her awe, and a hint of intimidation. Even in this vulnerable state, his presence was commanding.

Her cheeks burned as a stray thought crossed her mind.

She shook it away, mumbling, "Aerloria, focus. This is for Alex… don't think of anything else inappropriate." she said in a mosquito voice.

Yet, despite her resolve, she couldn't deny the quickening of her heart or the warmth that spread across her face.

Her sleeve brushed against his skin, sending a shiver up her arm, and she bit her lip, trying to steady her breathing, surprised by how deeply she felt this quiet, intimate moment.

With each stroke of the towel, she was careful to avoid pressing too hard, not wanting to disturb his rest, yet the closeness stirred something unexpected within her.

The mere proximity to him felt intense, almost electric.

As she worked her way lower, her fingers grazed a particularly nasty bruise along his ribcage, and she winced.

"You must have taken quite the hit," she whispered, almost as if confessing her thoughts aloud would ease her embarrassment.

But she knew he couldn't hear her, and in a strange way, that made it easier to pour her concern into every gentle touch.

Her gaze drifted upward again, studying his face in the dim light. In sleep, he looked almost peaceful, though his brow furrowed slightly.

She brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, her hand lingering a moment too long before she pulled it back, her cheeks aflame.

Continuing her work, she cleaned his arms, moving down each one with the same meticulous care, pausing at each small cut or scrape.

Every touch, every movement felt both intimate and hot, and she had to remind herself to breathe, to stay focused.

Yet, she couldn't ignore the strange fluttering in her chest, the sensation of being so close to someone who had risked so much to protect others.

By the time she finished, her face was as red as the morning sun, her pulse still racing.

"Now it's time for the bottom part," Aeloria said, feeling bashful, her voice as sheepish as it could be.

The woman's slender fingers trembled as she reached for his pants.

Her eyes darted nervously. As she slid her hand down, she gasped at the sight of Alex's family jewels, her breath catching in her throat.

Her movements became hesitant as she removed his pants, tossing them onto the bed. Alex stood naked before her.

"Why is it so big?" she whispered, covering her eyes with her arms.

But she couldn't resist peeking as she slid her finger slightly open. She slapped her cheeks, trying to regain her composure.

"Aeloria, focus," she admonished herself. "Stop having such weird thoughts." she finished.

Yet, when she leaned in, she couldn't help but flinch. Closing her eyes, she ran the wet towel from Alexander's navel down to his hips.

Aerloria kept her eyes squeezed shut, too embarrassed to look down at Alexander as she continued her task.

She knew that if she did, she'd be faced with more than she was prepared to see, a thought that made her entire body shiver.

A stray, forbidden thought crossed her mind, making her hot, "What would it feel like if it enter inside me?" she subconsciously spoke without any restraints.

She forced herself to push the thought away, feeling the heat rise across her cheeks and down her neck.

"This isn't right," she whispered, scolding herself.

After pulling back slightly as if to shake off the overwhelming sensations building up inside her. Continue your saga on empire

"I'm supposed to be helping him, not doing something dirty."

She took a deep breath, reminding herself that she was there to clean his wounds, nothing more.

But lost in her own nervous thoughts, she didn't realize her hand had wandered until she felt it rest somewhere unexpected.

As she brushed the towel against the towering 'hot rod,' she wondered what it was, peering sideways with a closed eye.

She let go of the towel, holding it firmly in her hands. It was so big and thick, trembling and growing in size under her touch, making her frown.

"This is not the wrist or the thigh at all, what is this?" she said in confusion, caressing it up and down.

Alexander, who was asleep, felt a jolt of electricity and let out a muffled moan. Aeloria heard him and opened her eyes.

Looking at Alexander, still asleep, she sighed in disappointment she had really though he was awake. Then she looked at her hands and was horrified.

"This, this, what did I do!" she exclaimed, as if struck by lightning.

She was actually holding it, and worse, she was pulling it up and down, feeling awe-stricken by what she had done.

"What a sin, what a sin," she murmured, frozen still for a moment.

Aeloria let go and stood up, pacing in circles walking back and forth, her hand was on her chin, her gaze fixed on the floor.

She was in a daze, clearly not in her right mind, her face nervously flitting around as she circled.

She stopped for a moment and saw that it was already standing up, like a sword raised, making her freeze in place.

She then glanced towards Alex's troubled face, that showed he was clearly uncomfortable.

She knew he must be feeling uncomfortable, knowing that it needed to be relieved.

Aeloria had been exposed to a lot of grown-up stuff since she caused this, and she felt she had to be the one to end it.

"Alex, forgive me for this," Aeloria said with a resolute face.

She walked towards the bed and sat between his legs, gazing down at the bulging rod filled with vitality.

Her two hands wrapped around it, feeling the touch. Her face turned hot from the stimulation, making her go crazy.

[Yessssss!]

The system prompted, watching this scene with popcorn that was made of hologram.

After that, Aeloria did her best, even though she was clumsy.

After a while, she achieved her goal, making it calm down. But in return, the white liquid sprayed her face.

Smelling the weird scent and feeling the sticky situation on her face, and some droplets of it on her thighs, she calmed down and hurriedly cleaned Alexander.

She was very careful, afraid that his family jewel would stand up full of vitality again.

Her breathing was heavy, and the room was silent as her eyes were dazed while doing her job.

When everything was clean, she also wiped away the liquid on her, feeling relieved.

She took a deep breath, glancing once more at his resting form before carefully folding the damp towel.

Aeloria then brought some clothes and helped Alexander put them on, ensuring she did it smoothly, fearful of triggering a reaction.

When she put perfectly helped him wore some pants, she sighed in relief that nothing happened.

If it did happen, she would die of embarrassment. The hardest part was the guilt, knowing that what she was doing was wrong.

After standing up and seeing Alexander's relieved face, she couldn't help but smile at his relaxed expression.

She slowly walked towards him, leaning in close to his face, her eyes filled with affection. She gazed at his lips, her mind filled with curious thoughts.

"If I give him a little kiss, he won't get angry, right?" she whispered in a low voice.

"We've already done so much, but did not finish the formal ceremony- so, this isn't too improper, right?" Aerloria whispered to herself, her heart racing as she leaned closer, her lips hovering just above Alexander's.

But in that delicate moment, the door slid open.

"Aerloria! I just found some bandages! I thought we'd run out, but luckily, I'd stashed a few for futu—" Grandma May stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her.

Aerloria froze, her face that is inches away from Alexander's, she then felt her cheeks burn hotter than ever.

Caught red-handed, she pulled back immediately, horrified, barely able to meet Grandma May's stunned gaze.

"A-ah! Grandma May, it's not what you think, I—uh—we—I just wanted to…" Aerloria stammered.

Her words tumbling over themselves as her mind raced, scrambling to find some explanation, any explanation. But nothing coherent came to her.

"Hahaha, Aerloria, there's no need to be so shy. This is perfectly natural!" Grandma May said, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she pursed her lips.

"Oh, don't worry little girl," she added with a warm, knowing smile, "I'm sorry for interrupting. You can carry on with your plan. Consider this our little secret." She gave a conspiratorial wink, clearly delighted by the scene.

"Grandma May! It's… it's really not what you think!" Aerloria protested, her voice high with embarrassment, but Grandma May only chuckled as she left the room.

Flustered and desperate, Aerloria dashed out of the room, her heart pounding as she left, hoping to explain herself—though she wasn't sure she could even find the words.