Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 77: Bathhouse Etiquette

After thinking it over, Damien decided that since the changing was already done, that was good enough. He might have been a bit reckless at this point.

"Lorenzo, come here," Damien called to him.

Lorenzo approached with a curious expression, unsure of what was going on or what he was supposed to do.

"Lorenzo, you did a great job waiting," Damien praised him. After all, waiting had been Lorenzo’ task all along, Damien reasoned.

He patted Lorenzo’ head, just as he had done with the others.

"...Heh," Lorenzo looked a bit puzzled at first, but eventually smiled, so Damien considered it a success.

That was all four of them.

Who knew that getting undressed could be so exhausting?

It’s definitely easier to do this myself, Damien thought to himself.

"How was it, Theo? Sebas? I’ve finished my changing practice," Damien said proudly, standing completely naked before Theo and Sebas, who had been watching him from a little distance.

Theo was hunched over, laughing silently, while Sebas remained expressionless as usual, but Damien didn’t care. He felt like he had accomplished something.

"My apologies. I was at a loss for words due to the sheer absurdity of the scene," Sebas said.

"Absurdity!?" Damien cried out in disbelief.

Theo, upon hearing this, finally collapsed to the floor, pounding it as she laughed uncontrollably.

Sebas, ever composed, continued, "If I may offer my overall assessment... a failing grade, I’m afraid."

"S-Sebas, you could be a bit kinder with your words... hehe," Theo chuckled, trying to compose herself but clearly agreeing with Sebas.

Hearing they had failed, the four servants visibly drooped. Theo attempted to soften the blow, but it seemed she agreed with Sebas’s assessment of the results.

Before Damien could respond, Sebas spoke again.

"However, that assessment is based on the standards of the Dalehaven household. In this case, given that it was a private matter of your master’s clothing change, if Sir Damien is satisfied, then that is sufficient."

Damien looked at his servants, who were clearly far from perfect, still hanging their heads after hearing Sebas’s critique. Their earlier composed, professional expressions were long gone, replaced by disheartened looks.

But Damien knew he wasn’t perfect either, and maybe this was exactly what suited him right now.

Standing tall, Damien declared, "This is fine for us!"

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"Alright, so what do we do next?" Damien, now fully naked, stood with his hands on his hips in front of Sebas, striking a bold pose. He wasn’t even covering himself with a towel, so his private parts were awkwardly exposed, but at this point, he was beyond caring.

"In this household, the usual routine is a rinse, followed by a bath. Afterward, we do a full wash—both hair and body—then another soak in the bath to warm up, and finally, the process is complete," Sebas explained.

Damien nodded. "Got it, the bath process itself doesn’t seem out of the ordinary." What did stand out, though, was Sebas’s impeccable way of looking at Damien without seeming to look directly at the most revealing parts of him.

If only the servants had been trained to be as discreet. Damien had noticed that they kept stealing glances at his privates. Was it because it was smaller than usual? He felt like crying.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Damien focused on the bath. Just as he was about to head into the bathing room, Sebas continued speaking.

"However, that is merely the custom of this household. For Sir Damien household, it would be proper for Sir Damien, as a master, to give instructions or for the servants to make suggestions."

Ah, Damien thought. That made sense—after all, he was the master here, and they were his servants, at least in theory. Even if Sebas was providing guidance, it was still Damien’s role to decide how things should be done.

Damien felt grateful to Sebas. He’d learned so much, even about things he’d never imagined needing to know. Theo—who was observing from the side with a curious expression—seemed intrigued by the whole process as well.

"Well, alright then," Damien said, turning toward the four servants. "Since I need to establish how things work here, I’ll just keep it simple and say we’ll follow the same routine as Theo. No need to change anything, right?"

The four of them nodded, though Leonide looked like he was deep in thought. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Leonide? Is something bothering you?"

Leonide who is startled quickly shook his head. "N-No, it’s nothing. I think following the Dalehaven household’s routine is fine."

Damien wasn’t convinced. Leonide had clearly been thinking about something but had chosen to keep quiet. Maybe he was starting to have second thoughts about being a servant?

If he ever wanted to quit, Damien would support him. Sure, getting fired might be bad, but resigning of his own volition might save some dignity.

Sebas, noticing this, offered a gentle reminder, "Whitlock, if a vassal believes something might benefit their master, it is their duty to offer suggestions."

Leonide wasn’t on board with Sebas calling him a ’vassal’—he was just a servant, not a knight! This wasn’t negotiable.

Hearing Sebas’s words, Leonide suddenly straightened his body with determination in his eyes, saying. "Master Damien, since you must be tired from today’s events, I humbly suggest we incorporate a massage session after the bath."

Damien blinked in surprise. "Oh, no, you don’t have to do that," he answered without thinking.

His mind instantly flashed back to earlier that day, when the four of them had massaged his arms and legs. He hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that it was far too indulgent.

Leonide who is being rejected, seemed on the verge of tears, his determined expression quickly softening.

"Actually, yes! A massage sounds great! Super important, even!" Damien quickly backpedaled, trying to salvage the situation. "Brilliant idea, Leonide! You’re so clever! Well done!" He reached out to pat Leonide’s head reassuringly.

Leonide’s eyes brightened, and after a moment of being patted, he gave a small, content smile.