Project GB is an official initiative by Re:Library.

“Now then, young lady, allow me to wash your hair.”
“H-Huh?!”

While Susie was busy analyzing the growth of her own embarrassment, Anne-Marie had rolled up her sleeves, finished preparing for the bathwork, and gently lifted Susie’s head from the tub onto the edge of the bath. Suddenly, having her head grabbed, Susie once again made a ridiculous sound.

“Ah—w-wait! I can—I can do it myself…”
“Please be still, young lady. Close your eyes; otherwise the soap will sting.”

Without giving Susie a chance to resist, Anne-Marie ran the shower over her hair and lathered up the shampoo.

“Relax, and let yourself be comfortable.” With those words, Anne-Marie gently washed Susie’s hair, tending to her with care. “You’ve been in the mountains for a week, neglecting your hair, haven’t you? I’ll take proper care of it, so please be patient.”

(Oh, right… I haven’t done any hair care in a whole week… Miss Anne-Marie’s hands feel so nice… Maybe I should just leave it to her…)

“Mmh… I-I’ll be… in your… care…”
“Yes, leave it to me.”

Reclining in the tub, her hair spread over the rim, Susie relaxed under Anne-Marie’s massaging fingers. It felt far more pleasant than she expected, and before she knew it, she was entrusting herself entirely to her.

“Haaah… mmnh…”

The pleasure made her let out a breathy moan.

“Um! Miss Anne-Marie!”

Embarrassed by the voice that escaped her, Susie quickly tried to cover it up by starting a conversation.

“Young lady, it’s simply Anne-Marie. You don’t need to use any honorifics. Please just call me Anne-Marie.”
“Eh… b-but, you’re much older than me… calling you without honorifics feels… a little rude…”

“You’re very kind, young lady… But even Madam calls Lady Elrose by name, does she not? It’s only natural for a master to call a servant by name. I am your servant.”
“…Still, it just feels… wrong. Besides, ‘servant,’ I’m not someone so important that I deserve that…”

“Young lady… You do not seem to understand your position… Very well. Then let me phrase it as my request. So long as I am the one caring for you, please call me simply Anne-Marie.”
“A r-request…?”
“Yes, a request. Being called by name directly by you, young lady, allows me to feel the weight and proof that I truly serve you. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to ask… but would you grant me this favor?”
“That’s not presumptuous at all… Um… A-Anne-Marie…? It still feels… weird…”
“Fufu… Thank you, young lady. In time, you’ll grow used to it.”

As they spoke, Susie felt her wariness toward Anne-Marie slowly dissolve. Well, that wariness had come from the fact that Anne-Marie had been suddenly stripped of her clothes at first… But Anne-Marie’s massage was simply too good. For Susie, ‘feels good’ equaled justice.

(So bathing together really does bring people closer, huh…)

Or so she thought, even though she was the only one naked.

Before long, Anne-Marie moved from washing her hair to her face, massaging her cheeks and neck with cream, sending Susie’s pleasure meter soaring. Her shoulders and arms were soon tended to as well. All resistance to being washed faded away, and before she realized it, Anne-Marie’s hands were even washing her body, including the delicate places.

And so, even if strange little noises escaped her lips… well, there was no helping it.

***

Susie, wrapped in a bath towel, sat before a mirror as Anne-Marie blow-dried her hair.
Susie’s cheeks, reflected in the glass, were far too red to be explained by a bath alone.

(I—I made weird noises… I really did… What do I do… She must think I’m some strange, dangerous person… But—but the way she touched me there… like that…! Ugh! Miss Anne-Marie’s expression didn’t change at all, though… Maybe she just ignored it? She’s so mature… Uuuwaaaah…)

Even as Susie tormented herself over the sultry noises she had let slip, Anne-Marie continued brushing her hair. Entrusting herself to that, Susie once again felt her consciousness melting away under the thought, ‘This feels so nice…’

(This is dangerous… I could grow addicted to Miss Anne-Marie’s massages… Even just the brushing feels so good… At this rate, I’ll really end up like some spoiled young lady… This is bad…)

Eventually, when her hair was dry, Anne-Marie began helping her dress, starting with Susie’s underwear. Susie insisted that she could put on her underwear herself, but her resistance was futile. Anne-Marie’s efficiency won out, and once again, Susie was dressed by her hand.

Susie felt like she had lost something important… but then she saw her reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but gasp.

“Th-this… this is…!!”

Compared to before, it was about a 1.5 times improvement.

Susie’s gaze darted between her chest, the mirror, and Anne-Marie. She repeated this a few times, and then—”Whoooaa!! Th-there’s cleavage!! N-no, I did have cleavage before, but these mountains, sticking out like this…!”

This was the power of lift and gather.

“People will think I’ve won in life! And haven’t I?”

Yes, Susie felt that victory was hers. Though what she had won over was unclear.

In truth, the real victor was Anne-Marie… but Susie was too busy admiring her own reflection. She struck various poses, delighted by the assertive peaks of her bosom as never before.

Anne-Marie, watching warmly, also looked satisfied.

“From now on, I’ll arrange you like this every day.”

Susie turned her head around at those words, meeting Anne-Marie’s gaze.

She stepped forward, reaching out her hand—”Mi…”
“Anne-Marie, young lady.”
“A-Anne-Marie…”

Susie took Anne-Marie’s hand.

“Please… take care of me… Anne-Marie.”
“With pleasure, young lady.”

Smiling beautifully, Anne-Marie squeezed her hand in return.

And thus, Susie was completely ensnared. Quite the easily won-over heroine.