Splash— The water beat relentlessly against the bottom of the sink. Tifa breathed rapidly, her hands gripping the countertop tightly, her head hung low, burying her face under the freezing stream. Her wet hair plastered against her delicate cheeks, and her knuckles turned slightly white from the force of her grip. Anything that could be vomited from her stomach had long been washed away by the water. But that unspeakable, burning heat still rampaged through her limbs and bones. Even the continuous icy water flushing her face couldn't extinguish the shame and confusion spreading like wildfire; it only made her feel more wretched and messy.
Tifa tried hard to suppress herself, wrapping all the chaotic hunger and humiliation into her chest, letting it churn, yet daring not to face it. Growing up in Nibelheim, she was an extremely conservative village girl who had never experienced such an out-of-control and unfamiliar situation. At this moment, the trembling, snowy white expanse on her chest had nowhere to settle; her stockings were torn and ruined, with only one left hanging on her leg; the chill of her bare foot on the cold floor only highlighted the unbearable heat consuming her body. How did it come to this... "That naturally evil, horny little brat! I...!" "..." "Forget it, he's still young, he didn't do it on purpose, and he saved me, I can't beat him to death..." "I can't beat him to death..."
Thinking it through, it was indeed this "naturally evil brat" in front of her who had saved her; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable! Even though he had just taken advantage of her precarious situation, he had now become the only person she could trust. This contradiction made Tifa want to stomp her feet in frustration, but she could only clench her teeth tighter. However, with the aphrodisiac currently in effect, he was still the only male in the entire kitchen. And that brat was honestly quite handsome, cute like a "little black sesame kitten," making it hard to thoroughly detest him... it even made her heart race for a split second, feeling a slight urge to get closer—but absolutely not!
"I am not a loose woman..." She endured the burning heat in her body and mind, chanting silently over and over, "I absolutely cannot shake my principles because of something like this." "Only the man I truly fall in love with can become my husband and possess my virgin body!" "Just like, just like Mom and Dad..." She buried her head lower, letting the cold water continue to wash away her confusion and humiliation, hoping these chaotic thoughts would calm down along with the flowing water... But things didn't go as she hoped; instead, her body became hotter and softer. The pleasant scent on that brat, during the intervals when she pulled away from the water to gasp for air, rudely invaded her nose and lungs, charging straight up to crash around in her brain. He... he smells so good...
On the other side, still tied to the chair and unaware of Tifa's thoughts, Leo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the headless corpse of the Meat-Mountain woman, "Scared the hell out of me, almost got played by her." The life-or-death crisis was temporarily resolved; he had essentially snatched his life back. Although Tifa was full of shame and indignation after beating the female chef to death, she didn't take her anger out on him. She is a sensible girl. She didn't choose to argue with him or lose control, but immediately started to save herself, avoiding a worse situation.
Of course, the little pervert Leo felt that this "worse situation" was just Tifa's one-sided opinion. Judging by her trembling, female-animal-like posture right now, she clearly hadn't completely shaken off the confusion and shame from earlier. It was obvious, She was too repressed! It was meant for cows, so the kick must be strong! Her so-called self-rescue wasn't as effective as imagined... After admiring the tempting snow-white view naturally revealed by Tifa bending over for a while, he couldn't help but remind her: "Do you remember what the anesthetic the fat woman used on you looked like?"
Don't waste a bad woman, don't let down a good woman. Since Tifa didn't vent her anger on him, he had to return the favor appropriately. "Right, the sedative, the sedative that fat woman used on me!" Tifa suddenly reacted to the reminder; she held onto her reason, but dared not respond to the boy in the chair. Let alone looking at him, just hearing his voice, she almost couldn't control herself! She could only force herself to rummage frantically between the stove and the cabinets like an ostrich. Although she couldn't read the text of this world, she had a deep impression of the anesthetic bottle's shape. Having medicine was better than completely losing control and making a fool of herself. Besides, that kid was still tied to the chair and couldn't move, so they couldn't touch each other; she just needed to safely wait out the drug's duration.
Leo's gaze moved along with her, admiring Tifa's plump, round, and bouncy buttocks, which stuck high in the air as she knelt before the cabinet searching hard for the medicine. Tifa's current appearance really made one involuntarily think of certain tropes in "educational materials"—stepmothers, stepsisters, girlfriends, and housewives stuck in washing machines... "After taking the medicine, don't forget to untie me, big sister." The next moment, a cold mechanical voice interrupted his words: [You and Tifa killed the mildly mutated Meat-Mountain Chef, obtained new item 'Paranoid Twisted Soul' x1.] Leo raised an eyebrow, an unexpected harvest? Great, so Tifa and I combined for 81 points like Kobe, right?
[New Skill Acquired] [Finishing Move · ? lv.0 (Incomplete): You witnessed the ultimate skill she hadn't fully unleashed while killing the cannibal chef together with Tifa.] No wonder Tifa could instant-kill the fat woman just now, she used her Ult right off the bat... The voice in his mind didn't pause. [New Skill Acquired] [Fighting lv.0 (Beginner): You witnessed the bare-handed combat between Tifa and the Meat-Mountain Chef.] [Acting lv.0 (Beginner): You realized some performance techniques while snake-charming the Meat-Mountain Chef.] "..." I have a say in acting! That was clearly Oscar-level improvisation! He wanted to refute in his mind, but was drowned out by the mechanical voice again.
[You killed the first enemy using intelligence, panel unlocked.] [Leo] [Anchor: None] [Class: None] [Skills: Finishing Move · ? lv.0 (Incomplete), Fighting lv.0 (Beginner), Acting lv.0 (Beginner)] Leo frowned at his panel, "If 'Student' doesn't count as a class, then what counts as a class?" "And what the hell is this Anchor?" [Contacted 'Otherworldly Witch' Tifa. Character panel will unlock after the other party agrees to the partner invitation.] The information broadcast ended here. Leo meditated for a moment; the concepts regarding fighting and acting were no longer blurry in his mind, but filled with effective experience and muscle memory. He actually learned two skills for real just like that! "Harvested three skills, and a 'Paranoid Twisted Soul' with unknown use."
On the other side, Tifa finally found the sedative after a frantic search, gritted her teeth, and injected a small amount of the liquid into her body. She chose intravenous injection; her snow-white swan neck trembled slightly, and crystal sweat beads slid all the way down into the bottomless valley of the snowy mountains. "..." Her chaotic mind gradually cleared, although her body could still feel the bizarre side effects of the two drugs intertwining—unbearably hot on one side, yet feeling like she was falling into a cold pool on the other, but at least that shameful hunger had been suppressed by sixty percent. The aphrodisiac and the sedative actually achieved a delicate balance within her body. As the two drugs interacted, her mind regained some clarity, but the complex feeling of being forced to accept help stabbed her heart like a knife—there was humiliation, unspeakable unwillingness, and a faintly rising trace of gratitude... Her breathing was still rapid, but with a bit more restraint and reason.
[Tifa learned new skill 'Pharmacy lv.0 (Beginner)': She operated medicine under your gaze, gained a boost, and learned a new skill.] Leo was stunned upon hearing this. He didn't expect his "attention" could actually generate a radiating aura effect for teammates—is it that magical? After confirming her physical state was slightly more stable, Tifa slowly stood up. Her snow-white chest trembled slightly from her uneven breathing, still carrying a trace of the flush from earlier. She didn't forget to lightly cover it with her slender hand, but she couldn't block that ferocious whiteness, only futilely squeezing it into a pancake shape.
After hesitating for a long while, She paced over to Leo, her beautiful eyes full of mist carrying stubbornness, resentment, and a little bit of anger and awkwardness that she forcibly suppressed. It was dissatisfaction with this "black sesame kitten's" behavior, and even more so, the complex little emotions in a woman's heart. "You, are really bold..." Her voice murmured low, spilling from her throat, much weaker than any reprimand just now. In Leo's eyes, Tifa now looked exactly like a bullied little wife. Angry as she was, Tifa was decisive and efficient when it came to business. After speaking, she suppressed her anger, bent down, and knelt to untie the ropes binding Leo's wrists loop by loop. The white tank top, which had completely turned into a "milk cover" barely concealing the snow-white scenery, swayed left and right with Tifa's movements. Unfortunately, the milk cover was soaked with fragrant sweat, clinging tightly to the snow-capped mountains.
As Tifa unintentionally got closer while untying him, Leo felt that the body scent on her was several times better than that on her feet! The fingertips that touched him occasionally were incredibly soft! It wasn't until the last knot was untied that she moved her gaze away from the boy's handsome face with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, gritting her silver teeth, forcing herself to say with flushed cheeks: "Thank you very much! But don't mention anything that happened today ever again! Pretend we never met each other!" "From now on!" "We go our separate ways!" With that, she stood up without looking back, leaving Leo with only a view of her back. Above that absolute territory, the wet black miniskirt now clung tightly between her thighs and butt crack, not fluttering, but like a thin cloth draped over bouncy jelly, swaying gently with her buttocks.
Leaving just like that? What a ruthless woman... Leo opened his mouth, wanting to tease her a bit, but suddenly heard the mechanical prompt ring in his mind again: [Midnight has passed, daily intelligence updated.] [Message from the distant sea of flowers...] [Obtained the first highest quality Red Intelligence!] Red? The next instant, Leo was shocked by the Red Intelligence content rushing into his face. This... No! The content of the intelligence was too terrifying! I must stop Tifa! Seeing Tifa had already put on a spare chef's uniform from the kitchen wardrobe and was about to open the back door to leave, he immediately shouted: "No! Tifa, you can't leave!" "You have to take responsibility for me!!!" Tifa, who was already suppressing her anger, completely snapped. She raised her fist and turned around furiously! "You naturally evil, horny little brat! What exactly do you want to do!"