"Whew! Once I get back this afternoon, I definitely need to find Arisa for a proper release."
In the bathroom, Alistair splashed cold water on his face. He relied on the power of Lust to advance his strength, and being young, his desires were naturally intense. To make matters worse, Akari and Shizuku had changed into casual loungewear after coming home, making it nearly impossible for him to calm his nerves.
He thought about actively releasing a high-potency dose of [Pheromones], but the black bracelet on Akari's wrist stopped him. These items were likely the handiwork of Shima Izuki. That woman was cunning and powerful; Alistair didn't dare act recklessly for fear of a hidden countermeasure.
If Akari weren't around, Alistair could have easily claimed Shizuku. Unfortunately, Akari was home. As a PE teacher, she rarely had morning classes; eighty percent of her schedule was in the afternoon, along with her responsibilities overseeing the track and field club.
Alistair didn't know if she had class today. If she did, he could use the time gap to have some fun with the daughter before heading to the prestigious academy.
"No, cold water on the face isn't enough. I need a shower."
Feeling his body temperature rise and his "little brother" demanding to be the boss, Alistair decided a cold shower was the only remedy.
Shuaaaaa—
Icy water sprayed from the showerhead, drenching Alistair and making him feel significantly better.
"That's the stuff. I don't know why so many 'reincarnated' protagonists have special scriptures to suppress their fire. I just have to freeze it out."
Alistair sat on a stool, head tilted back, letting the cold water hit his face.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Alistair, are you in there showering?"
Akari's voice rang out, causing Alistair's expression to drop.
Dammit! If it weren't for that bracelet, I'd have turned you into a topping on your daughter's bowl a long time ago!
"It's me. I felt a bit hot, so I'm cooling off," Alistair brushed it off. It was May, and the temperature was rising. It was a perfectly normal excuse.
"Then let me help you scrub your back~"
Immediately, the sound of the bathroom door sliding open followed. A beautiful milf stood there, wearing nothing but a bath towel.
Wait, what? You were already changed and waiting?
Alistair wiped his face with a towel, staring dumbfounded as Akari walked in and slid the door shut behind her.
"Mrs. Fujito?" Alistair called out, unsure of her intentions.
"Alright, Alistair. Turn around. Let me scrub you," Akari said with a shimmering smile.
"Okay."
Alistair silently turned around. He was ready. Since Akari had delivered herself to his doorstep, he had to eat the meat. He was completely naked, and he hadn't missed the way her eyes flickered when she walked in.
As for a trap? He wasn't worried. He had Uncle Takai fuse the Dragon Talisman into his body. While he couldn't use it as freely as the others, it provided more than enough protection against magic. Physically? The "Horse-Tiger" combo feared no one. He could even transform. If she was offering, he wasn't going to play the eunuch.
Akari reached for the body wash, pumping out a generous amount of white cream. She rubbed it between her palms and pressed them onto Alistair's back.
With the soap as a lubricant, Akari's palms glided smoothly over his skin. Alistair's skin was in excellent condition, making her even more reluctant to let go.
After massaging his back, her hands slid forward, beginning to apply soap to his chest. Alistair remained calm. The outcome was certain; he didn't mind enjoying the process.
"You must exercise a lot, Alistair. Your muscles are very firm. You even have a six-pack."
Akari repeatedly rubbed his chest and abs, though she pointedly stayed on the upper half of his torso, just inches away from his "best friend" standing at attention below.
"I heard you have several girlfriends. Is that true?" Akari asked conversationally, her hands never stopping as she lathered his thighs before moving back to his back.
"Yeah. Young guys have high energy," Alistair admitted without hesitation.
"Indeed. But you should probably keep that quiet. It's not a great look," Akari's voice took on a sultry, mellow quality.
"I just don't want them to get jealous," Alistair smirked, watching her small hands "playing games" on his chest.
"Your intentions are good, but sometimes you have to consider more than just their feelings. You have to think about the impact, right?"
Unknowingly, Akari had pressed her body against Alistair's back. Her two large, pale mounds were crushed into thick pancakes against him through the thin towel. Her face was now pressed against his left ear.
"You're right, Teacher."
Alistair shifted slightly. The unstable towel finally gave way, sliding down and allowing her two ripe breasts to bounce free. They were instantly coated in the soap from Alistair's back. As she moved, her nipples rubbed against him, hardening into small grapes within seconds. Alistair could feel their presence perfectly.
"Alistair, don't move. Mmm, it seems you really do have a lot of 'energy.' As a PE teacher, I'm an expert at helping people release excess energy. Want to try?"
Akari wore a seductive smile. She pressed forward harder, giving Alistair a vivid sensation of her flesh. At the same time, her hands climbed onto the barrel of his massive "main battery."
Her touch was light and gentle. With the help of the soap, her fast friction caused no pain—only an escalating ladder of pleasure.
"Of course. But as a student, I can't just take. I have to cooperate with my teacher, right?"
Alistair's hand roamed onto Akari's thigh. Because she was a PE teacher, her thighs weren't just soft; they were tight, toned, and incredibly elastic.
"It seems you're a 'good student' after all."
Akari rested her chin on Alistair's shoulder. Her left hand accelerated its rhythm while her right hand reached up to cup the "muzzle" of his gun. Her palm swiveled against the tip, her fingertips teasing the sensitive rim, sending sparks through Alistair's spine.
Alistair turned his head to kiss her, but she tilted her face away.
"No, no~ This is just a 'mental and physical lesson' for my student. I have a husband and a daughter, remember?" Akari teased.
"I see."
Alistair didn't try again. He remembered—Akari was a member of the Himegami Cult, and he was the Cult Leader. When she saw him at the assembly later, her expression would be priceless. He'd order her to bring Shizuku along for a mother-daughter feast.
"Alright, Alistair. Turn around."
Akari stepped back slightly. Alistair turned to face her. She pumped more soap into her hands and began lathering her own body—specifically her snowy, rounded mountains. She cupped them, coating them in the slick, slightly viscous white foam. It was a visual masterpiece.
"Alistair, want to try this first?"
Akari cupped her heavy breasts and used them to sandwich Alistair's large-caliber cannon. She looked up at him, her eyes misty and full of lust.
So soft.
Alistair felt the plush flesh of her breasts wrapping around his shaft, leaving only the head exposed. He expected a PE teacher to be firm and springy, but her chest was surprisingly pillowy.
"How does it feel?"
Akari squeezed her breasts together, tightening the grip on his "gun" as she slid them up and down. It wasn't as intense as her hands, but it had its own unique charm.
"It feels great, Akari."
Alistair reached out and pressed his hand on her head. Understanding the silent command, Akari smiled and lowered her head...