As I entrusted my body to the Professor and remained still, the tapping of keyboard keys sounded like white noise, making my mind feel hazy.
The body embracing my side slowly lost strength, and before I knew it, I ended up on the Professor's lap. Since hanging on had been tiring, I just lay down, experiencing a strange sensation that was both uncomfortable and comfortable.
Should I say that while the shape of the knee was uncomfortable, the softness and warmth were incredibly nice?
I surrendered to this contradictory feeling that I didn't want to leave and lay down. I gently closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Since the Professor's work seemed like it would take a while, I figured I could take a nap.
"Urr, let's get up."
The Professor carefully woke me.
It felt like I'd just blinked. Rather than having fallen asleep, it was more like I'd just closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened my eyes wide and lifted my head, the Professor brushed my hair aside and smiled quietly.
As our gazes met while looking down at me, the Professor's lips curled upward.
"Did you sleep well?"
"...Oh, how long did I sleep?"
When I tilted my head in confusion, the Professor looked at the laptop screen. After checking the time, they told me.
"It seems like you slept for a little over an hour. You looked bored, so I thought we should wash up and that's why I woke you."
"I could have kept sleeping."
"No, let's wash up first, shall we?"
"Okay."
I nodded.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up. The Professor lightly grabbed my shoulder and then poked my back.
"Huh?"
Startled by the sensation against my bare skin, I instinctively arched my back from the point where I was touched. Surprised, I turned to look at the Professor, who smiled while showing me the finger that had poked my back.
"Why did you stop halfway with the zipper?"
"It's hard to pull it all the way up by myself."
"Really? Since we're going to wash up now, shall I pull it down?"
"Yes."
I nodded, not minding either way. The Professor then pulled the zipper down with a zipping sound. I felt a strange sense of openness.
I hadn't minded before, but after the Professor poked my bare back once, I felt something like a breeze. It was probably just the cool air touching my skin.
I opened my mouth wide in a yawn.
I wasn't sleepy, just wondering if I lacked oxygen from having just woken up. As I tilted my head in confusion, I froze and blinked repeatedly before getting up at the Professor's touch.
The Professor slipped their hands under my armpits and lifted me up.
Floating up into the air before naturally standing, I let out a small exclamation at that unique floating sensation.
"Urr, take this off... will you wear this when sleeping too?"
"Umm, yes."
I hesitated briefly, but figured it wouldn't matter since after washing up with the Professor, they would zip it up for me anyway.
When I nodded, the Professor lightly took my hand and headed to the bathroom. Though I wasn't groggy, I was fully awake, yet it felt like they were treating me like someone who had just woken up.
Entering the bathroom, I took off my clothes and set them aside.
The Professor also undressed. While waiting for the shower water to warm up, the Professor brought their thumb to my eye, trying to remove some eye crust.
"Sleepy?"
"No."
I shook my head.
I tend to live without thinking much, but sometimes when I become aware, I feel like the Professor wants me to have human aspects.
Like developing habits of eating even when not hungry, and sleeping even when not tired.
Honestly, I didn't think it was bad. When I thought about everyone going out to eat delicious meals and chatting at restaurants, there was no reason not to join them.
I'd worry if money was an issue, but since I didn't need to worry about that, I thought it was good to participate when everyone did something together.
Sleeping was the same. Although only the Professor was at home, since they needed to sleep at night, I knew it was better to sleep beside them when bored rather than forcibly keeping them awake.
"Yaaawn."
I yawned once more.
The Professor held the shower head, checked the water temperature, and sprinkled some water on me.
"How is it?"
"It's warm."
"Then shall we wash? Come here."
I approached at the Professor's gesture. With my back to the Professor, I gently closed my eyes as water began to fall from the top of my head.
The stream of water that tapped against my scalp flowed from my head down to my shoulders, chest, and legs. My body naturally relaxed with the feeling of warmth spreading throughout.
My head felt heavier as my hair got wet. As I barely managed to steady my body that seemed about to tilt, the Professor ran their hand through my wet hair.
My body trembled at the gentle sensation of their hand combing through my hair, scratching from my scalp. As they continued to brush through it, the Professor whispered:
"Does it feel good?"
"Yesss."
My voice naturally stretched out. It was because it felt so good.
As I always felt, I thought that when I became this languid or felt this good, it naturally made me sleepy.
"Urr, your hair is so long that washing it is quite a task."
I felt a bit sorry about that. But since this wasn't originally my body, I couldn't use it as I pleased, so it was difficult to compromise on that.
Honestly, if this were my body, I would have cut it into a bob right away. Long hair is easy to tangle and heavy, making it uncomfortable, but if I cut it just to the shoulders, it would be neat and light.
Since it was difficult to say anything, I just kept quiet and surrendered my body. The Professor put down the shower head and squeezed plenty of shampoo into both hands. The shampoo in their hands made my head feel cold.
Perhaps because it touched the water and was rubbed by the Professor's hands, the cold sensation soon disappeared, and I felt as if bubbles were softly covering my head.
My head swayed with each movement of the Professor's hands.
"Uhhh."
I made a small sound. The Professor chuckled and finished shampooing my hair.
When they moved their hand to my back, my bubble-covered hair was caught with a swish.
"Urr, shall I rinse?"
As I was quietly fiddling with my hair, looking at its color, the Professor turned on the shower again and told me.
"Ah, I closed my eyes."
When I squeezed my eyes shut, the Professor grabbed the shower head and sprayed water from my head with a whoosh. As the bubbles washed down, they covered my face. There were so many bubbles that they even covered my ears.
I wiped my ears with my hands and gasped for breath.
"Blub blub."
"Sorry, are you okay?"
"Ah, I'm fine... bleh, bleh, soap got in my mouth. Aack...!"
My mouth tasted terribly bitter. It was a taste that made me want to writhe, but the Professor held me tight, so I couldn't make a fuss.
As I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to spit out the bitter taste in my mouth, the Professor stopped and quickly sprayed water.
"Let's at least rinse your mouth."
I nodded and took water into my mouth. After gargling with a gurgling sound to clean my mouth, I spat it out. But some bitter taste remained, making my face scrunch up.
Sniffling, I cleared away the bubbles and hair covering my ears, finally feeling clean.
"Not done yet?"
"No, I haven't finished rinsing your hair. Wait a little longer."
The Professor hung the running shower head up and positioned me where the water was pouring.
It felt like standing in the rain. As the Professor diligently rinsed my hair and then wrung it out, there was a splashing sound of water. It sounded similar to water dripping when wringing out a rag, which startled me.
"Shall we use body wash now?"
"Yes."
I nodded. Again, the Professor squeezed out body wash and washed my body. The shower towel scrubbed every corner of my body, giving me a refreshing feeling.
I felt that sensation when they scrubbed my back and shoulders, but when they brushed past my chest, it felt ticklish.
My body seemed to twitch, making the corners of my mouth twist.
"...Ugh."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing..."
They were just trying to wash thoroughly and brushed past, so there was nothing to say.
It was just a momentary tickle, so I tried to let it pass, but this time my waist twisted as their hand moved not toward my chest but between my thighs.
I narrowed my legs and moaned, leaning against the Professor.
"What's wrong, our Urr? Does it hurt...?"
"Ah, no... it just feels strange..."
My voice trailed off.
It was the sensation I felt earlier. It was more raw and vivid than before. Beyond being startled, Sera's words came to mind, making me wonder if this was what she meant, and my mouth tingled.
The feeling of being almost stimulated but not quite made my body tingle. Frowning and moaning, I slowly released the Professor.
I clenched my fist and took the shower towel from the Professor's hand, gripping it tightly.
"Do you want to do it yourself, Urr?"
I silently nodded. I lightly pressed it against my chest. When I did it myself, it didn't feel the same as when the Professor did it, which made me tilt my head in confusion.
It's not always good to entrust your body to someone else. Having made that judgment, I quietly created bubbles on my body.
And finally, I carefully touched myself. Perhaps because I had been stimulated once before, when I touched between my thighs at the end, there was a tingling sensation even when I did it myself.
Do Demon Gods not have sexual desire?
I might not know about sexual desire, but I definitely felt a ticklish sensation.