It’s not like I’m a pervert, despite what a certain job that had just recently reach level 40 despite me avoiding equipping it said. Rather, I bathed with the little maids because Faeyna would often get too enthusiastic bathing me and then make a mess. It was better with the little girls exactly because I didn’t get excited. Rather, it felt a bit like I was preparing my mind and heart for the birth of my children. Of course, I still hadn’t found Raissa, and Eliana was busy in another country stabilizing it after I inadvertently stripped them of half their infrastructure.

So, every morning, I’d bathe with the little girls. I’d make bubbles to hide anything indecent, and they would bounce and play. Incidentally, they started looking forward to it and started demanding daily baths. The thing was, as partial fairies, they didn’t get dirty very easily, so there was no reason. I was usually the dirty one, and that had more to do with the dirty things I did with the girls the maids had started calling aunties.

I got up, making sure to keep my unmentionables from the prying eyes of the girls. They were extremely curious, so I had to be extra careful. As I opened the door, another headache appeared, saluting to me.

“My lord Master!” the lioness queen declared.

“I’m not your Master…” I said for the hundredth time.

“Another bath, Master?”

“We can bath you, Master!”

“I hate water!” The other lionesses shot a deathly look at the descender, who blushed. “B-but if it's Master…”

“It’s okay, the maids will handle it,” I responded, trying to edge my way around the lionesses.

“Master! I’ve come to understand that you have a particular taste for little girls.” The lioness queen declared.

“That’s not the conclusion I want you to understand!”

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“That’s why I’ve prepared a proper lionkin for my lord.” She pushed a girl out in front of her.

It was a little girl around eight, but she was a lionkin dressed in a bathing suit.

“What is this?” I cried out.

One of the lionesses poked the little girl staring at me with wide eyes. “Sister, say the line!”

“M-my lord! I-I am mentally prepared to give myself in service of you.” She spoke the rehearsed line nervously.

“I’m not interested.”

“My lord, you agreed to allow us to be your bodyguards, correct?”

“That’s certainly what Elaya and Lydia convinced me to do,” I muttered.

“There could be assassins in the pool! If you won’t allow us to bath with you, we must have at least one guard on the inside.”

“A guard?” I raised my eyebrow.

“I’ve trained her personally! In just another ten years, she was going to join the rest of the lionesses for that former man. She has talents in every area.” The lioness queen spoke proudly.

“Go on, sister, show him!” Another cat girl, I think she was third, poked her once again.

Sister wasn’t a title that the lionkin called each other either. By their similar appearance, I was pretty sure that was her sister.

“I’m fierce!” The girl made a pose, her nails coming out as she let out a cat roar. “Rawr.”

Compared to the roar the queen could deliver on her own, which was ear-splitting, there was mostly a squeak. I looked away, my face turning wooden. It was extremely adorable. I started to shake my head when her sister leaned forward.

“Switch to plan B!”

The little girl looked up at me tearfully. “Am I not wanted?”

My cheek twitched. “F-fine… I’ll take her.”

The lionesses cheered excitedly. I wasn’t a pervert. I just had a weakness for little girls. Wait… that’s not what I meant.