Whoosh—
The water sprayed from the showerhead, hitting Alistair's body, washing away the "body wash" while cooling him down.
"Phew... nothing beats a cold shower after a workout."
Alistair set the suspicious bottle of "body wash" aside and squeezed out some actual 2-in-1 shampoo and soap to scrub himself properly.
After that first climax inside her, Alistair had gone for several more rounds. He was thoroughly satisfied, but Akari was so exhausted she could barely lift a finger. She remained soaking in the tub; even with the aid of Alistair's Horse Talisman, she was mentally drained from the sheer overstimulation. Alistair's healing had fixed her body, but the psychological fatigue of such intense pleasure left her in a state of lethargic bliss—a contradiction that made her feel even dazier.
Alistair, realizing he might have overdone it with the "kindness" of healing her just to go again, didn't know what else to do. During the act, he had absorbed the energy generated by her "Lust." This power didn't just strengthen his body; it nourished his spirit, leaving him radiant and energetic while she was a puddle.
"Mrs. Fujito, this... 'cream' or whatever this sweet stuff is... where did you buy it?" Alistair asked, holding the bottle under the running water.
"It's a new type of cream. A friend of mine developed it privately," Akari said, leaning her cheek on her hand and smiling at him from the tub. "I have about three jars. Some of her other friends have it too. You can't buy it in stores. How was it? Delicious, right?"
"Yeah, it was incredible. Mind if I take some?" Alistair knew for a fact this "cream" was the work of Shima Izuki, but he played along.
"Sure. I have an unopened jar in my bedroom. You can take it to make desserts... or just eat it plain." Akari half-closed her eyes, savoring the cool water.
"Got it." Alistair turned off the shower, dried himself, and walked out.
Wait... what's this? Handprints?
As Alistair closed the door and reached for his clothes, he noticed several damp prints on the frosted glass of the sliding door.
"Are these... finger marks?" Alistair leaned down to inspect them.
The marks were already fading, being just water on glass, but Alistair noticed something off. He touched a smudge with his fingertip; as he pulled away, a thin, translucent thread of moisture stretched between his finger and the glass.
It's sticky... and a bit slippery. Don't tell me...
Alistair smirked. Besides him and Akari, only Shizuku was in the house. This could only be her work. Based on the height, she had been leaning against the door while watching—or listening. Was Shizuku really that wet just from eavesdropping?
Alistair knelt on one knee to check the floor. The marks on the door weren't more than five minutes old. He didn't have to look hard. There was a visible puddle of "liquid" nearby, with smaller droplets scattered around it.
She actually finished herself off right here?
Alistair was speechless. The marks on the door were subtle, but the puddle on the floor was unmistakable. Doesn't she clean up after herself?
Fortunately, Akari was still in the bath. Alistair grabbed a mop and quickly wiped the floor to prevent a "family dispute." Tch, I'm such a nice guy.
...
Alistair walked into the master bedroom. The decor was simple—no stickers or flashy wallpaper like Shizuku's room. In the center was a massive bed, large enough for three people.
On a side table, he found a large, unlabeled container resembling a milk powder tin, along with a black bracelet.
This must be it.
He picked up the "Special Cream." It was a "blank" jar with no branding. He then examined the bracelet—Akari's "Mystery" item. It was man-made and of low value, but it contained a significant amount of Lust energy. Alistair promptly drained it.
"Phew... fifty-five percent. At this rate, I'll hit the threshold for Transcendence within a year."
Uncle Takai had described the Transcendence threshold as a massive barrier that required a long accumulation of power. Once crossed, Alistair would enter the mainstream power level of the Fantasy World.
Alistair didn't worry about the accumulation. He was fueled by Lust. As long as he had his girlfriends, breaking through was just a matter of time.
He put the bracelet back and headed upstairs with the jar.
"Senior Shizuku! I bought some strawberry milk. Want some?" Alistair called out, opening her door.
"Ah, Alistair... you're back..." Shizuku's tone was shaky, her eyes darting nervously.
"Yeah. I picked up a new brand of strawberry milk. Try it." Alistair acted perfectly natural, handing her a can he had pulled from his inventory.
A new brand? Shizuku looked at the can. It had no logo, just the words "Strawberry Milk" in bold letters. Her heart hammered. Was I dreaming? Did I hallucinate Mom and Alistair in the bathroom?
The convenience store was a ten-minute walk. A round trip plus shopping would take thirty minutes. She had only been upstairs for twenty. Alistair wasn't even out of breath. Was I just fantasizing? She felt a mix of shame and a secret, budding excitement.
"Is something wrong?" Alistair asked innocently.
"No! Nothing!" Shizuku quickly popped the tab and took a large gulp. A few drops of pink milk escaped her lips and ran down her chin, which, combined with her flushed face, looked incredibly erotic.
"Whoa... this is delicious! It has such a unique aroma." Shizuku's eyes widened. She felt her mood instantly lift.
"Glad you like it." Alistair smiled. Of course it was good; he had spiked it with the "Special Cream." Whatever Shima Izuki made was top-tier for stimulating desire.
"It's thicker than usual... and it feels... warm?" Shizuku tugged at her collar, a sudden wave of heat washing over her.