Strip

Ritsuka peeled off his clothes one-by-one. First to leave was the orange scarf, safely placed on the cobblestone flooor. He then unbuckled his belt and rolled his black tunic off. He was a little nervous pulling his pants down, casting glances into the shadows behind him and to his side before doing it. Left in his grey boxers, he gulped.

I am alone, right?

He couldn't hear the critters of the night, only the stars and their never ending silence. The palace had guests and attendants, but they wouldn't come here...right?

He made his sure his clothes were in a neat and very accessible pile, and finally threw his boxers down.

Ritsuka looked down with bated breath.

His cock was fucking puny.

Barely an inch long and basically sleeping on his equally unimpressive ballsack. He was not what many people expected, that was for sure. He had conquered six Singularities, gaining quite the repuation, but was packing none of the heat.

Ritsuka clenched his fist. He could feel himself shrivelling up. If anyone saw him right now, he wouldn't even be able to make the grower excuse because there wasn't much to grow from in the first place.

Ritsuka took slow steps, his left foot hovering over the fragile surface, before letting his body fall in. The warmth was agonizingly pleasant, like he was being hugged at all sides.

He sighed. "This is it..."

His penis was small but at least this bath was phenomenal. This made everything worth it.

"Ahh~"

His head was above the water, his mouth busy making bubbles. He wasn't a child but he couldn't help himself either. It was as though this bath had magical properties. Given the era he was in, Ritsuka wouldn't have been surprised if it did. Magecraft, magic, and miracles were much more common here.

There was a sound. Ritsuka brought himself up and turned. There was a bit of panic, but then again, he could be hearing things.