Overgeared: Saharan Successor

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Bathtub (I) (NSFW)



Chapter 52: Bathtub (I) (NSFW)

Odin ascended the creaky wooden stairs of the tavern to his VIP room on the second floor. The hall was quiet, save for the muffled sounds of laughter and conversation drifting up from below. 

When he reached his door, he opened it to find two maids standing beside a large medieval-style wooden bathtub filled with steaming hot water. The scent of lavender and rosemary filled the room, the herbs floating in the water, adding to the tranquil atmosphere.

Both maids were young, dressed in simple but clean attire, their hands folded neatly in front of them. They looked slightly nervous since they received explicit instructions from the Innkeeper that if Odin took a fancy to them, to indulge in his tastes, they wouldn't lose much from being favored by a Knight like Odin.

As such they showed nervousness because both were engaged, their hands shaking from nervousness, but their facial expression remained respectful, with their eyes avoiding direct contact with Odin's as they stood beside the bath.

"Sir Odin," one of them said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Your bath is ready, as requested."

Odin gave a small nod of appreciation, his crimson eyes softening for a brief moment. "Thank you both. You've done well. I appreciate the preparation, but you may take your leave now. I prefer privacy."

The maids exchanged a quick glance before bowing in unison. "As you wish, my lord," the other replied, her voice more composed. They quickly gathered their things and left the room, closing the door quietly behind them.

Once alone, Odin sighed, the exhaustion he had kept at bay throughout the day finally settling in. 

He began stripping off his armor, piece by piece. His 'Lycanthrope Armor,' a sleek black set adorned with silver accents, clinked softly as it was removed, revealing his lean, muscled body that he had maintained with hard work. 

He placed each piece on a nearby wooden chair, the metal still gleaming despite the wear it had seen from endless encounters with beasts, goblins, trolls, golems, and even monstrous bosses.

With the last piece of armor set aside, Odin stood bare, his body weary from the day's events. He dipped a hand into the water, testing its warmth. Satisfied, he stepped into the tub, lowering himself slowly into the steaming bath. As his muscles relaxed in the hot water, a deep sigh of relief escaped his lips.

The warmth seeped into his skin, melting away the tension in his shoulders, back, and legs. The ache from the countless strikes he had endured, the weight of commanding battles—it all seemed to dissolve in the comforting heat of the bath.

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as the steam rose around him, a faint mist curling in the cool air of the room. His mind wandered briefly, replaying the events of the day, and he couldn't help himself but sigh once more because it was a tumultuous day for sure.

Even getting afflicted by a Ghost Curse that stuck an old, Legendary Mage to his body, with no way out from escaping the sensation he was getting schizophrenia. But, he could appreciate Braham because he seemed to know when to not barge into his personal space and bother him with questions when he just wanted peace of mind.

Here, in the quiet solitude of his room, surrounded by the smell of lavender and rosemary, the only sound the occasional crackle of the fire in the corner, Odin allowed himself to relax fully for the first time in what felt like days.

For a brief moment, there was no battle, no strategy, no monsters to defeat. Just the warmth of the bath, the faint glow of candlelight, and the comforting thought that, at least for tonight, Fullbaz City was safe.

While inside the bathtub, he pulled out the System Interface, looking for the recording of the Boss Fights. This intrigued Braham, who was amazed by this unique magic, which felt like a magic crystal capable of recording incidents.

As Braham observed the footage, Odin meticulously replayed, focusing more on the System Interface, which, from the first moment he got inside Odin's body and started noticing him tinkering around with various holograms, stirred his scholar's wisdom to learn more.

For him, the system interface was a perplexing blend of primitive technology and the elegance of high magic, much like a magic crystal recording but infinitely more flexible. 

Odin's ability to pause time, review past moments, and analyze them from multiple perspectives intrigued the archmage. He had seen countless forms of magic across different civilizations, but this… this was unique.

Braham's thoughts began to focus more intensely as the footage of the Boss Fights, mainly the Troll Shaman Matriarch, Hobgoblin Champion, and Guardian of the Labyrinth played and rewinded on various sequences that made Odin frown, upset with his minimal mistakes.

Just like Odin, he analyzed the movements on the screen, and with his transcendental insight, he spotted a couple of his mistakes without even trying. He could see Odin adapting mid-fight, studying the enemy's patterns, adjusting his stance, his timing, and even the angle of his strikes. 

The flexibility and precision reminded Braham of a talented young mage who effortlessly weaved complex spells in the heat of battle.

['His footwork… that slight hesitation before dodging left against that Hobgoblin. It's minuscule, but it cost him a fraction of a second. Not much for the common human mind, but in a fight between Transcendent beings, that split second could be the do-or-die of the clash. A cleaner pivot would've allowed him to counterstrike without losing momentum.']

Despite Braham's admiration for this supremely talented young knight, he couldn't help but nitpick. Odin, for all his skill, still possessed the limitations of a mortal body—something that Braham never had to consider in his prime as a Vampire Duke, not even when his Eternal Life was sapped out of him for committing taboos in his search for Knowledge.

Yet, he was intrigued. Odin's constant pursuit of refining his craft mirrored Braham's own obsessive quest for ultimate mastery in magic.

['I was the same once. Always striving for perfection. But there's a danger in that... you lose sight of the world outside of yourself.']

['This was the reason why in the end, I ended up dying without achieving my goal of reaching Immortality.']

Braham watched him silently, his mind drifting back to his own quest for mastery, his centuries spent perfecting the arcane arts, and his obsession with becoming the greatest mage to have ever lived.

Odin finally paused the footage, his hand hovering over the interface. For a brief moment, the bath's warmth seemed distant, the scent of lavender and rosemary fading into the background. 

He tilted his head slightly, his voice calm, though there was a hint of acknowledgment in his tone.

"I know you want to say a lot, but please don't. I want to grow on my own, by correcting the mistakes I have noticed, and once I reach a higher state in mind and body, I'll return to correct my leftovers."

Braham's expression softened, just slightly. He could respect that. 

From what he could understand about this youngster's personality, he wasn't the type to rely on others for validation or approval. He sought growth through his own perseverance and self-reflection. 

It was something Braham had once admired in himself, though he had long since forgotten the simpler satisfaction of personal improvement, having become obsessed with arcane power above all else.

[Very well, Odin. I won't interfere with your personal growth. But know this... perfection is just an illusion. You may perfect your current skills, and refine your mind and body, but there will always be more to learn, more to master.]

['That's the nature of existence. Strive for perfection, but don't let it consume you as it did me.']

His pride didn't allow him to deliver his whole message because deep down, he, too, was consumed by guilt over his past mistakes in life, from the time he was a Vampire Duke who had control and command over Blood and Arcanes to being an aging human after losing his eternal youth.

For the first time in a long while, Braham found himself admiring another being's journey.

As Odin sank deeper into the warm bath, allowing his mind to unwind and clear out his endless brainstorm of things that he could do for the future, he emerged and pulled up another System Interface that intrigued Braham.

This time, it was a SkyNet Interface, where he checked the feedback of the Satisfying Community and the general public, who might need to be invested all-in in this Satisfying New World.

〘 Always Ahead • The Proclamation 〙- 91M Views • 15 hours ago

The comments were rolling in like a tidal wave, and Odin couldn't help but smirk at some of them.

⤷ "Always ahead? Damn right! First Legendary Class wielder. Nobody's touching that. Not even Kraugel."

⤷ "He's a genius! Leviathan's going to dominate from now on."

⤷ "My guildmates and I just stopped grinding and watched the video. It's insane to think we're playing the same game as Odin."

Odin leaned back, his smirk deepening as he muttered, "Huhu, silly kids. Never pause your grind, not even to watch, old me."

Suddenly, Braham groaned, his voice laced with frustration.

[Urgh, damn it! I've got a migraine just looking at that magic screen you've been ogling. How are you reading those runes without your head splitting open?]

Odin raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Wait, you can see the System Interface? Since when?"

[If by 'System Interface,' you mean that magic screen you've been jabbing at, then yes. From the moment I got stuck inside your body, I could see it.]

Odin's curiosity was piqued. "Interesting... and you can't decipher the script?"

Braham's frustration grew, his tone sharp with indignation. [I've tried using my algorithms to interpret it, but it just gives me a headache. It's like trying to read a text where half the letters are missing.]

Odin chuckled softly, finding some amusement in the mage's struggle. [Heh, that's a first. For all your power, you can't read a simple interface?]

Braham's tone shifted into frustration and pride now creeping in. [Watch your tone, boy. I've deciphered languages older than your ancestors' bones! I am no fool, just unfamiliar with this 'magic' of yours.]

Odin leaned forward, the steam rising around him as he glanced at the interface again. "Relax, I'm not questioning your intellect." A thought struck him, and a mischievous smirk curled on his lips. "Say, Braham... how would you like to learn my world's Common Tongue?"

There was a brief pause, and then Braham's voice returned, intrigued but wary. [Learn? From you? Hmph. I suppose it would expand my horizons. Understanding the magic laws of your world could be beneficial. Fine. I'll entertain the notion.]

"Alright, that's what we'll do. Huhu. I got the perfect idea since my lover also requested some assistance with this one for her daughter."

Odin didn't waste time. He pulled up SkyNet again, searching for videos on "Teaching English to Kids." Braham immediately bristled as he saw the colorful images pop up, filled with simplistic symbols and exaggerated pronunciations, but soon reality kicked in and he figured out which category of people it was meant for.

He didn't have to know what the strange runes meant, just from the colorful images he instinctively got the message.

[Wait, wait, WAIT. What is this?! You think I'm some idiot child?]

Odin laughed, enjoying the mage's reaction. "Relax, Braham. You said it yourself—you don't understand the language. This is just a starting point."

[Starting point? Do not insult me! I am a mage who has mastered languages beyond your comprehension. I know the Dragon Tongue, Demon Tongue, Elven Tongue, and the Language of Lost Civilizations, you name them. I don't need to be spoken to like some... infant!]

Odin, still amused, leaned back in the bath. "Fine, fine. We can skip the nursery rhymes if you prefer a more advanced approach. But it'll be slower without some basics. Are you still up for it?"

Braham grumbled though Odin could tell he wasn't backing down. [Hmph. Very well. But don't patronize me, or I'll make your headaches last twice as long.]

Odin smirked again, pleased with Braham's stubborn pride. "Deal. Let's see how fast you can learn."

As the tutorial video began, Odin switched to the game's Common Tongue, allowing the mage to listen to the words in his native speech, well, not really because he was speaking to the archmage in English. 

At one point, he had the impulse to teach Braham some Romanian slang words, but then it would be awkward to explain later.

Braham fell silent, his curiosity overcoming his indignation.

Watching the video play, he occasionally glanced at the magical projection of Braham's consciousness, which hovered faintly like a ghostly presence in the room. 

The video was still at a beginner level, teaching the basics of English, alphabet pronunciation, simple words, and their meanings. Despite the simple nature of the lessons, Odin couldn't help but feel a growing sense of both admiration and unease.

Braham, for all his arrogance and ancient pride, was learning fast.

Too fast. Was this how it felt watching the SkyNet from Terminator grow?

What started as the mage grumbling about "wasting his time" soon evolved into an eerie silence. 

Braham's mind absorbed each word and phrase with terrifying speed, as though his centuries of magical expertise and linguistic mastery were being applied to this new, foreign language. 

He didn't just listen—he seemed to deconstruct the sounds, analyze the grammar, and swiftly put together how the rules worked. Braham's focus was razor-sharp, more intense than Odin had anticipated.

'Fucking hell, this guy is crazy. Is this how it feels teaching an IQ 300 person? Makes me look dumb, and everyone I know. Mine, at 155, feels so pitiful.'

Odin's fingers twitched as he clicked to the following video, now moving into basic conversational phrases. The video played, "Hello, how are you?" followed by a slow, exaggerated response from the cheerful instructor: "I am fine, thank you. And you?"

Odin glanced at Braham's ethereal form, expecting more sarcastic commentary, but was met with an almost unsettling silence. Braham was wholly locked into the lesson. Then, unexpectedly, Braham's voice echoed in Odin's mind.

[Hello, how are you? I am fine, thank you.]

'Pff, he's actually doing it.'

The words were pronounced with a strange clarity. While still a bit stiff, the mage had managed to replicate the phrasing perfectly. Odin's eyebrow twitched in surprise.

Odin's voice remained calm, though there was a hint of caution in his tone. "You're picking this up faster than I thought. You've already got basic greetings down."

Braham responded, his voice still detached, as if entirely focused on unraveling this new linguistic code.

[Of course. You didn't expect me to fumble through this, did you? Languages are merely patterns to be unraveled. Your Common Tongue isn't particularly... complex.]

Odin shifted in the bath, leaning forward slightly. There was something both thrilling and unsettling about how rapidly Braham was progressing. He moved on to more phrases, testing the waters.

"What is your name?"

Braham, without missing a beat, replied, though his tone carried a faint mockery.

[What is your name? Really? That's what you give me? At least challenge me with something more meaningful.]

Odin crossed his arms, eyes narrowing in amusement. "Alright then. Let's step it up a bit." He quickly navigated through the interface and pulled up an intermediate lesson. Sentences became more complex, involving verbs, adjectives, and some light conversational grammar. 

The next example appeared on the screen: "The weather today is beautiful."

Odin repeated the phrase aloud, watching as Braham silently processed it. Not five seconds passed before the mage responded.

[The weather today is beautiful.] His enunciation was almost flawless, though still laced with an archaic, formal quality.

Odin felt a strange twinge in his chest—part awe, part alarm. He wasn't sure if he should be impressed or concerned. "You know, most people take weeks to get this far. You've only been listening for… What? Twenty minutes?"

Braham's voice dripped with pride as he responded.

[I'm not 'most people,' and neither are you, I assume. This... SkyNet... it's crude but effective. It's like deciphering a child's cipher—tedious, but ultimately superficial.]

Then after some other guttrenching attempts, where Braham was relentless in his desire to learn English, the lingua franca of the 'Alien World'.

[If I had known... you were coming... I would have prepared... a meal.]

He stumbled slightly over the phrasing but still managed to convey it accurately. Odin felt a chill run down his spine, not from fear exactly, but from the realization that Braham's intellect was leagues beyond what he had imagined.

"You're catching on quickly," Odin muttered, half to himself. "You'll be fluent in a day at this rate."

Braham chuckled, the sound low and satisfied.

[I would hope so. After all, if a mere human child can learn this, then so can I. However, this is far more... enjoyable than I expected. Learning something entirely outside my realm of experience—it's... refreshing.]

Odin tilted his head, genuinely curious now. "Refreshing, huh? I guess something new would feel like that for someone who's been alive for centuries. But don't get cocky. We're still at beginner levels."

Braham scoffed, his tone almost playful.

[Favorability with Braham has increased by 5 points.]

[Oh, I'm far from cocky, my young friend. But you... you seem impressed. I can sense it in you—there's a fear you won't admit, isn't there?]

Odin's expression tightened, the smirk fading slightly. "Is not really fear, maybe the right word is shock? Your boasting about how smart you are kind of makes it dismissive. Seeing you pick up like it's nothing, makes young 6-year-old me, jealous sick."

Messing around with Braham, teaching him English while also practicing his Satisfy World, common tongue, he saw a notification appear in his System.

[Friend 'Eve' has logged on]

She wasn't the only one who logged on from yesterday's party, but since people like Alysha or Noah were busy IRL people, he wouldn't wait for them to log inside the fantasy world just so he could continue his playthrough. 

While with Noah he kept a basic acquaintance/friendship, Alysha was in the same category as she was among the handful of RP girls who were quick to serve him his coffee if he was at the guild's headquarters inside Titan. 

But now that Eve logged on, of course, his mood shifted, pleased to see his lover make time to enter Satisfy World.

⤷ Eve: Hey, love. I'm sorry I was late joining you and the newbies. I was busy taking Mina to her dance classes.

Odin smiled at the message, leaning back in the bath, steam rising around him. He knew how important Mina was to Eve and respected that. 

The mention of her daughter always brought a subtle warmth to his expression, reminding him how great a mother and woman Eve was to parent her daughter alone in a city like Seoul, all by herself, without the support of her family.

She had shared some of that personal, vulnerable information about her, about her failed relationships, and how she got cheated on by Mina's father. At the same time, she was pregnant, and that too while she was in her first year of university. 

Dealing with the stress of continuing the pregnancy while everyone was against her, from her family to being dismissed by her cheating ex because she was just a lame, boring, nerdy 'bitch'. She was left without anyone's support since she also cut contact with her family because they wanted her to abort the pregnancy.

She had to freeze her study year to take care of her daughter, and only with the support of her grandmother did she not self-delete when the world was against her.

Braham felt the emotional swing for Odin but didn't bother with asking him what was up. 

This woman was truly strong and dedicated, like nothing he had ever experienced in his life. He could feel himself getting in love with her day by day, with emotions stronger than before, and from what his old pops told him 'She's a catch, you better don't fuck things up or you'll become a bachelor your whole life.'. 

The only opinion that mattered the most in his life, was his grandfather's. 

⤷ Odin: No need to apologize. Mina comes first, always. You know that.

He knew from experience not to make someone the sole focus of his world. Past failed relationships that went in glorious toxic flames had taught him that lesson, and with Eve, there was a comfortable understanding between them. Two mature people loving each other dearly.

⤷ Eve: I still feel bad, though. I wanted to log in sooner to hang out with you. I missed you.

Odin chuckled softly, tapping his fingers on the interface. It had only been a day or two since they last played together, but Eve had a way of making those moments feel like long stretches of time.

⤷ Odin: I've missed you too. But hey, at least you're here now. I'm at the Serpent's Fang Tavern, got a VIP room and everything.

He figured she'd appreciate the private setting. They didn't get as much uninterrupted time together as they liked, and Fullbaz City was bustling with players.

⤷ Eve: Ooooh, fancy! Give me a minute to finish setting up and I'll head your way. What room number?

⤷ Odin: Second floor, room 6. You can't miss it. The smell of lavender and rosemary will guide you in like some kind of fantasy novel cliché. He added the last bit with a smirk, picturing her rolling her eyes at the joke.

⤷ Eve: Haha, very funny. I'll be there soon. Better be ready for me, I missed you too much.

Her tone shifted slightly, hinting at something more. Odin could feel the playfulness in her words, but also the underlying longing. 

She wasn't wrong to miss his touch since his Half-Draconian Scouting mission had him stranded inside the Gravelmarks Mountains for one whole IRL week, which for avid Satisfy players, was straight 3 weeks of moments they could form memories.

⤷ Odin: Missing me that much, huh? Sounds like you're flying over here at record speed. He teased, though he knew she was serious.

⤷ Eve: You have no idea. And when I get there... well, let's just say you owe me, big time. I've been waiting for this.

Her words hung in the air for a moment, and Odin raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips.

⤷ Odin: Oh, really? And what exactly do I owe you?

⤷ Eve: Let's just say… you'll know when I get there. You can't leave me hanging any longer, babe. I've got needs too, you know.

That last part made him laugh quietly, but there was a knowing edge to it. Their relationship had always been an open one where they could tease and talk freely about what they both wanted without any awkwardness. It was one of the reasons things worked so well between them.

⤷ Odin: Understood. I'll make it worth the wait.

With that, he closed the interface, his smile lingering, then he stretched out in the bath, before getting up and preparing a new batch using his Red Energy who began changing the state of matter. 

He had an idea while feeling the water cooling down: What if Red Energy changed the state of matter rapidly moving and caused friction between the water molecules to generate heat? 

Just as he was about to try, Braham's voice interrupted his thoughts, dripping with sarcasm.

[Just use your mana to change its state into flames and use it to heat up the water. Easy.]

Odin smirked, shaking his head slightly. 'I'm not a mage, can't do such fancy shit such as changing the state of mana.'

[Then you'll better complete my Vessel, so I can pass on the rest of my Knowledge.]

Odin rolled his eyes.'Yeah, yeah, keep it down for a bit. I'm trying to focus.'

As Odin concentrated, he could feel the Red Energy respond. He let it pool in his hand, swirling just above the water's surface. Slowly, he pushed the energy outward, aiming to manipulate the molecules, to force friction and motion among the water particles.

His control over the Red Energy grew since four days ago when he just awoken this power.

The water began to fizz, a gentle ripple forming as bubbles surfaced. The faint steam that had once hovered around the bath thickened slightly, and Odin felt a surge of triumph. It was working.

But then...

[Careful now, don't burn yourself alive.]

"Thanks for the warning, old man." Odin's jaw clenched his control still developing over this new power. He could feel the energy trying to overextend like a flame just waiting to engulf the water entirely. He reined it in, adjusting the flow with a deep breath.

[You're overthinking it. Feel the natural rhythm of the energy. Your will is strong, but you're trying to force it. Let it become the heat, not bend to it.]

Taking Braham's advice for once, Odin relaxed his stance. He let the Red Energy flow, visualizing it not as a weapon, but as a subtle force. He pictured the friction between water molecules, and how the energy would nudge them into motion, creating heat without an inferno.

Slowly, the water grew warmer again, the perfect bath temperature returning. A satisfied smile tugged at Odin's lips.

"Guess that wasn't too bad, huh?"

[Beginner's luck.] Braham replied with a hint of approval, though his pride wouldn't allow for much praise.

Once again, he let the warmth soak in for longer, knowing that things were about to get very interesting. 

Just as he was waiting for his guest, boringly swirling a mass of red mana as if practicing the channeling of his Magic Missile. 

The flickering red orb hovered just above his hand, humming with raw power, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. His focus shifted between molding the energy and the rhythmic sound of water, a calm settling over him after the long, brutal day of dungeon crawling.

The soft glow of the evening light filtered through the curtains of his VIP room at the Serpent's Fang Tavern. It was quiet except for the occasional red mana crackle in his hand. He was waiting. Not impatiently but with the calm certainty that someone special would soon arrive.

Suddenly, a faint gust of wind disturbed the room's stillness, and Odin's sharp instincts kicked in as his 'Sovereign Insight' was a passive after all. 

Based on the smell, he knew exactly who was approaching, like a lion, knowing where to find his prey. 

Only one person would bypass the usual entrance for something as theatrical as sneaking in through the second-floor window. The faint shimmer of magic tickled at the edges of his senses, and he could feel the presence of a familiar spell being cast.

The slightly ajar window slid open with a whisper, and a figure drifted into the room, carried by the arcane power of the 'Fly' spell. The soft glow of her magic illuminated her silhouette for a moment as she descended with the grace of a practiced sorceress. 

Eve floated down effortlessly, her fiery magician dress fluttering slightly as she touched the ground with barely a sound.

"Guess who?" came Eve's sweet, teasing voice.

Odin extended his arm lazily, his fingers brushing the air as if trying to reach out to the scent and sound of her presence. Without moving from his relaxed position in the bath, he smirked. A moment later, her full, peachy lips grazed the tip of his long index finger.

"Mmm… a naughty girl breaking into my room again?" he teased, his deep, amusement-filled voice.

Eve chuckled softly, the sound both warm and mischievous, as she moved closer to him. She bent down, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a curtain of silky black strands, and kissed his extended finger softly. 

Eve planted another kiss on his finger, even nibbling a bit, then moved closer, her body gently against his head. 

The warmth of her skin radiated through the light fabric of her fiery magician's dress, which clung to her voluptuous curves. The soft, pillowy sensation of her chest against him was impossible to ignore, her large breasts pressing into the back of his neck and shoulders as she leaned over him.

"I heard my baby had a hard day, fighting three bosses all by himself," she cooed her tone a perfect combination of teasing and affection. "Must be tiring. Let mommy pamper you a bit."

Odin chuckled softly, allowing himself to sink deeper into the bath as her words washed over him. He had always enjoyed her playful demeanor, the way she could effortlessly switch between teasing and comforting.

She traced her fingers along his shoulders, sending a wave of tingles, and then she moved up toward his hair. Her hands were soft but firm, and he could feel her magic in how she touched him.

"You came through the window again," Odin muttered, his eyes still closed, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "One of these days, you're going to break that thing. You know I'm a miser. I don't like paying those greedy innkeepers."

Eve giggled, the sound like a sweet melody in the room. "Maybe, but it's faster than going through the inn and making a scene by asking for the key." She bent down, her lips brushing his ear. "Besides, I like surprising you, my little Gollum."

She dipped her hand into the water with a mischievous grin, swirling it playfully around his chest. "Water's nice and warm. You had it prepared for me? Ohhh, this deserves extra rewards from Mommy."

"It got cooler since you opened that window. I can try my Magic to heat up the water, but I'd rather have the Pro herself do the magic." Odin replied, smirking again.

Eve's mischievous smile lingered as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing Odin's ear. "Heh, you got any Skill Books from the Boss Fight?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. But then, as if catching herself, she playfully corrected, "Ah, no, no talking about fights and monsters. It's just the two of us right now. Let's see if I can heat things up a bit more."

The glint in her eyes was unmistakable, her sultry voice sending a wave of heat through Odin's chest. Before he could respond, Eve gracefully stood up from the edge of the bath, her fingers toying with the delicate straps of her fiery magician dress. Her eyes never left his, the intensity in them growing as she slowly began to peel away the fabric.

The dress clung to her curves, a perfect silhouette against the dim light of the room. 

With a fluid motion, she slid the top down, revealing her smooth, milky skin inch by inch. Her shoulders, delicate yet strong, were the first to be exposed, followed by the alluring curve of her full, voluptuous chest. The sight of her breasts, large and perfectly shaped, took Odin's breath away, no matter how many times she flashed him with her tits, the glorious effect wouldn't be lost on him.

Even Braham, who was residing inside Odin's Mana Core, observed the two lovers out of curiosity, but when he saw Eve's voluptuous bosom, at the bust of 102 cm from his trained eye, he felt they were larger than the woman villager innkeeper. 

['I shouldn't look. Don't look. It will make future talks awkward. Let's just close my window from the Mana Core, and practice this 'English' language.']

['Yes, yes, that's what I should do…']

Her skin was glowing with a pale, inviting warmth.

The fabric continued its descent, tracing the lines of her narrow waist and the flare of her hips, until the dress pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it with the grace of a K-Pop dancer, her long, silky black hair falling in waves down her bare back, cascading over her shoulders like a midnight waterfall. 

She stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the room, every inch of her body a work of art—her hourglass figure, the subtle strength in her legs, the delicate arch of her back.

Without a word, Eve slid into the bath behind him, the water rippling as her warm body sank into the steaming pool. Odin could feel the heat from her bare skin instantly, her soft, curvaceous form pressing intimately against his back. 

She draped her arms over his shoulders, her fingers lightly tracing patterns across his chest as her legs slid around his waist, locking him into a cocoon of warmth and softness.

Her breasts pressed firmly against his back, the sensation of her body against his sending a surge of desire through him. Her smooth and warm skin felt like silk against him, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with every breath only heightened the moment's intimacy.

Eve leaned forward, her lips brushing the nape of his neck as she whispered in his ear, her voice low and filled with promise. "Better now?"

Odin closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath as he leaned back into her embrace. The sensation of her soft body against his was overwhelming in the best possible way. 

He could feel the weight of her chest, the firmness of her legs around his waist, the warmth of her skin seeping into his. It was as if her entire being enveloped him, drawing him deeper into her world.

"Much better," Odin murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. 

He reached up, his hand finding hers, as he gently laced his fingers with hers, pulling her closer still. Every movement and touch seemed to radiate heat as if their bodies were in perfect sync.

Eve smiled against his neck, her breath hot against his skin. "Good," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear as her fingers slowly slid down his chest, exploring the hard lines of his muscles. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

She held him in place, her legs still wrapped snugly around his waist, while her hands roamed freely, mapping out every inch of his torso.

Odin leaned back, squishing her breasts gently, teasing her erect nipples. His body fully relaxed in her embrace, the tension from the day melting away as the sensation of her touch consumed him. "You always know how to take care of me," he whispered, his voice low and contented.

"That's because you're mine, Mathias." Eve replied, her voice dripping with affection, her hands never stopping their slow exploration of his body.


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