Reincarnated With the Seduction System

Chapter 188: Bathing With Isabella (R-18)

As they ate, Adrian and Isabella savored each moment, sharing not only the taste of the food but the deep warmth of their connection.

Each bite was accompanied by gentle laughter, soft glances, and tender touches, as though they were the only two in the world.

Adrian noticed the way Isabella's eyes lit up with every new flavor, her expression filled with joy and gratitude that made his heart ache in the best way.

"Here, Mom," he murmured, holding a piece of salmon towards her with a gentle smile. She accepted it with a slight blush, her eyes not leaving his as she took the bite.

The moment felt almost sacred, a quiet yet powerful expression of their love and care.

Isabella, in turn, picked up a small piece of tofu from her soup, carefully offering it to him.

Adrian leaned forward, his gaze tender as he accepted her gesture, their hands brushing briefly as she held the bowl steady.

The quiet intimacy between them felt like a language all its own, shared in glances, touches, and small gestures that made the world around them fade away.

They continued like this, exchanging bites and laughs, each interaction drawing them closer. When they finally finished, Isabella set down her chopsticks and reached across the table, taking his hands in hers.

"Adrian," she said softly, her gaze warm and steady, "thank you for such a wonderful breakfast. I was so scared of losing you. Now with you back, I feel very happy. Don't leave me ever again okay?"

Adrian squeezed her hands, his eyes softening as he held her gaze. "I'm just grateful I could do something for you. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Mom. I will always be by your side don't worry. Besides, Goddess of Fate is my sponsor now, so you don't have to worry about my safety anymore."

A comfortable silence settled between them, their hearts in sync. Then Isabella's expression shifted, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Adrian," she murmured, "why don't we take a bath together? ."

 He smiled and nodded, the prospect of this peaceful, intimate moment with her feeling like exactly what they both needed. "I'd love that."

Hand in hand, they left the dining hall and made their way to the private bath in the Isabella's room.

The room was  luxurious, with warm marble accents, steam rising from the crystalline water, and an aroma of calming herbs filling the air.

In the luxurious bathing chamber, the soft glow of candlelight flickered against the marbled walls, casting a warm, serene atmosphere.

The air was thick with the scent of calming herbs—lavender, chamomile, and a hint of rose—inviting a sense of relaxation that immediately put both Adrian and Isabella at ease.

Steam rose gently from the crystalline waters of the bath, beckoning them to sink into its warmth.

As they entered, Isabella turned to face her son, her eyes gleaming with both affection and a playful gleam.

The bond between them had grown even stronger after their intimate conversation during breakfast, and now, here in this private oasis, they sought the comfort of each other once again.

Isabella took a step closer, her slender fingers tracing the outline of Adrian’s chest as she began to unbutton his shirt, one slow, deliberate movement at a time.

The sound of each button sliding free echoed in the quiet room, heightening the tension between them.

Her touch was delicate, filled with tenderness as she finally slipped the shirt from his broad shoulders, revealing his toned, muscular frame.

She smiled softly, leaning in to press her lips against his collarbone, a kiss as light as a feather. “Let me take care of you as a thank you for wonderful breakfast,” she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Adrian’s breath hitched slightly at the intimacy in her words, but he remained still, watching as Isabella began to undress herself next.

Slowly, she allowed her robe to slip off her shoulders, revealing the smooth, flawless skin underneath.

Her full breasts, soft and inviting, swayed slightly as she moved, and Adrian couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire rising within him. He gulped at the erotic sight of his mother.

Once she was fully undressed, she led him toward the little area for cleaning their body before entering the bath.

Isabella, gently guided Adrian to the small washing area off to the side of the room. There, a simple wooden stool stood, and she motioned for him to sit.

He complied, lowering himself onto the stool, the tension in his body beginning to melt away as he anticipated the care Isabella was about to give him.

Isabella knelt behind him, her hands moving gracefully as she poured warm water over his broad shoulders, the liquid cascading down his back in soothing waves.

She reached for a bar of soap, rubbing it between her hands until it foamed, and then began to work it over his skin, starting with his neck and moving slowly down to his shoulders and arms.

Her touch was gentle but firm, each motion filled with tenderness.

As she lathered the soap, her fingers danced over the muscles of his back, kneading the knots with practiced ease.

Adrian closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh of contentment as Isabella’s hands moved with deliberate care.

The intimacy between them was palpable, not just in the physical closeness but in the unspoken trust they shared.

But Isabella wasn’t finished yet.

With a soft, playful smile, she pressed her body closer, letting her full breasts brush against his back as she leaned in.

Adrian tensed slightly at the sensation, but the warmth of her touch, combined with the soapy lather, quickly melted his restraint.

She moved slowly, deliberately, using her breasts to lather the soap across his back.

The friction of her soft skin against his sent a shiver through him, but it was not one of discomfort—quite the opposite. The feeling was both soothing and electrifying.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered again, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with affection and desire.

Adrian exhaled, his body surrendering fully to her touch as she continued to wash him with a mix of playful sensuality and tender care.

Her breasts moved against him, slick with soap, while her hands worked on the more stubborn knots in his muscles.

Each glide of her skin against his back felt like a gentle caress, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

As she leaned in closer, her breath warm against the back of his neck, Adrian could feel the teasing softness of her lips brushing his skin.

It wasn’t a kiss exactly, but the sensation sent his pulse racing nonetheless.

The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the heat of their shared intimacy, the steam rising in delicate wisps around them, cocooning them in this private world of theirs.

Once Isabella was satisfied with her work, she reached around him, her breasts pressing against his back as she grabbed a basin of water.

With slow, deliberate movements, she rinsed the soap from his skin, the warm water trickling down his body in gentle streams.

Adrian sat still, letting her care for him, every touch from her fingers and body filled with a quiet reverence that spoke more than words ever could.