Of course she couldn't look away—no woman could, not when Luke looked so effortlessly dashing, so impossible to ignore.
Trish was stunned by how much he had changed since the last time she saw him. She did not see him often enough to remember clearly; his face had always been forgettable. But now… now, it was impossible to overlook.
And with only a towel draped around his waist, every muscle, every broad shoulder and defined chest, seemed to call for her attention. He was magnetic—completely hot—and she could hardly tear her eyes away.
There was no way she could look away. Luke had always been easy to forget, but now… something about him made her pulse catch. Every movement, every shift of his broad shoulders under the towel, seemed to draw her in, hypnotic and impossible to ignore.
She finally got a hold of herself and mustered the courage to speak to him. Then she saw below his waist region.
Not a bulge, just a glimpse of the shape of his cock, partly revealed through the towel.
She was amazed. "Oh my," she unintentionally voiced out, before instinctively covering her mouth.
She was flustered and embarrassed, and for a second, she had no control over herself.
She tried to avert her gaze and tried to look at his face, but that was not good either, as he was staring right back at her.
"What's this? By now he usually looks down to avoid eye contact," she thought to herself, as Luke intensely stared at her.
In the past, he would be so shy he would practically bump into walls and other objects as a result of trying to avoid eye contact with her.
She noticed this but didn't give it a moment, thought. Now she was the one trying to avoid both his gaze and the partly unveiled monster between his legs.
She was a hot girl, so she had dealings with a lot of popular guys, but of all of them, she had never seen a cock as huge as Luke's.
It didn't seem hard yet, but she could only imagine what it would look like when it was.
She thought to herself, her mind wandering, imagining what it would be like to be completely overwhelmed by it. The thought both shocked and intrigued her, leaving her cheeks warm and her heart racing.
Luke's eyes lingered on her flushed cheeks. They'd been standing outside the bathroom for minutes, neither speaking, yet the air between them felt electric.
Trish's gaze said everything. Luke couldn't tell if she was deliberately exposing herself or if she'd simply lost control—but either way, it made his chest tighten with a mix of desire and power.
He knew that look. The same one he felt himself wearing whenever she stepped out in a body-hugging dress, every curve accentuated, every movement intentional.
For a moment, he considered closing the distance, letting instinct take over. Strike while the iron's hot, the saying went.
But then reality intruded: rent, job prospects, responsibilities. None of that would be helped by a reckless move. And yet… the thought of leaving her wanting, of keeping the power in his hands, made him smirk.
He shifted focus, letting the tension sharpen. This wasn't about her anymore—it was about him, about savoring the control, the anticipation, the intoxicating thrill of being the one who could decide how far this went.
With that, he decided to go back to his room, never expecting the night to unfold this way. Was it a coincidence?
No, definitely not. This was the coin at work. It had placed him in a position to catch the attention of his long-time crush. Luke thought to himself.
And not just that—he had made an unforgettable appearance, an appearance so powerful that she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about him for days. He smirked.
Because what were the odds that he would meet her in particular, right as he was exiting the bathroom shortly after his transformation?
He chalked this up as his first victory thanks to the coin. Then came a sudden realization: he didn't need to search for a job.
Just as Trish suddenly appeared before him, smitten instantly, a job would come knocking on his door. This thought brought a huge smile to his face.
He was putting his trust in his newfound artifact, fully believing that his life was about to change for the better.
He returned to his room and, without a second thought, abandoned the ritual of changing into sleepwear. The futon welcomed him, bare and unguarded, as if it had always known him this way.
Once, he had been painfully aware of every contour and hollow of his skinny frame. Even on rare outings with friends or colleagues—occasions that demanded swimming or stripping down—he had wrapped himself in clothes like armor, never daring to expose what he considered flaws.
But those insecurities were ghosts now. In their place was a quiet, unwavering pride—a body sculpted not just by effort but by desire. Women would come to noticed him, men would envied him, yet none of that mattered as much as the deep satisfaction of finally being at home in his own skin.
He let his thoughts drift with the cracks of the ceiling above, tracing their fractured lines like the path of his own transformation—once uncertain, now unshakably his.
After a few minutes of gathering his thoughts, Luke drifted into sleep—not as deep as before, but the usual, necessary rest of the night. For the first time in a long while, he slept without the weight of worry pressing on his mind. Instead, there was only a quiet certainty that things would work out for him. After all, he now carried the assurance—and the strange comfort—of a mysterious artifact at his side.
The night wrapped around him like a warm, whispering veil. Even in light sleep, he felt the artifact's presence, faint and steady, like a heartbeat not his own. It pulsed with an energy that wasn't threatening, but ancient—watchful.
Somewhere in the distance of his dreaming mind, a soft glow flickered. He didn't recognize the place he saw, but it felt familiar, as though the artifact was showing him a memory that didn't belong to him. Mountains of glass. A sky split with silver veins. A figure standing at the center of it all, cloaked in shadow.
Luke's breath caught, even in sleep.
The figure turned.
The artifact warmed.
And then the vision shattered.
Luke stirred, but didn't wake. Not yet. The night was still deep, and he wanted to enjoy every moment of it.
But for the first time, the future—however strange—no longer felt like something to fear.